i could have made the easier choice but no

Truth or Dare

Originally posted by leakycauldron

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Pairing: Fred x Reader

Warnings:

Originally posted by nellaey

Summary: A game of truth or dare with the twins and Angelina goes wrong… or, right?

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Damn, detention was boring. It was that bloody Snape again. He gave you a detention for a nosebleed. A nosebleed! He just automatically assumed that you had taken a nosebleed nougat to skive from his lesson, and when he refused to let you go and see Madame Pomfrey, you walked out. Well, Snivellus wasn’t too pleased; he gave you a week’s worth of detentions. He brought this on himself, you thought; you had only taken potions as it was required to become an auror.

Two hours later, after every bottle was labelled and filled, you left the dungeons, barely holding in a scream. To your relief though, two familiar redheads were stood outside of the doorway, figuring out some kind of new sweet for their skiving snackboxes.

“What about measles mints? That might wor- oh, Y/N! Hey? What took so long?”

“Snape, that’s what happened. I walked out of his class because I had a nosebleed, and he wouldn’t let me go and see Madame Pomfrey, because he though I had taken a nosebleed nougat - oh, which reminds me, fuck the pair of you too! If you hadn’t invented the skiving snackboxes, maybe I’d be out earlier!” you explained in mock anger, to which Fred replied by pressing a hand to his chest, feigning hurt; you both ended up giggling like first years.

“Hey, are you still in for truth and dare? We wouldn’t want to lose our fourth player.” Angelina asked with a grin.

“Yeah I’m still on. It’ll help me get my mind off snaky Snape I suppose.” you mimicked her grin.

“Great! Let’s be on our way then!”


One hour later, Gryffindor common room…

You four were going to be in so much trouble. Fred had dared Angelina to place a bouquet of pink lilies and carnations on Snape’s desk, labelled: “To: My dear Severus; From: Your secret admirer xoxo” If he ever found out who the culprits were, you would never get out of detention. But honestly, it was worth it.

When you finally got back to the common room for the second time that night, and you had all settled down from your giggling fits, it was Angelina’s turn to ask the question.

“Okayyy, who to torture?” She pretended to think, overdramatising her actions. After an antagonizing wait, she looked you in the eye.

Shit, you thought. You knew this was coming before she even said. and you knew it would have something to do with your crush, Fred.

“Y/N: Truth or Dare?”

You could have said truth, and made things easier for yourself. But a little voice in the back of your mind convinced you there was a glimmer of hope. That maybe, just maybe, if you chose dare, she would say something daft like send McGonagall a box of fudge or something. Oh, how wrong you were.

“I dare you to kiss the person that you find the most attractive in this room.”

There was only really one obvious choice for you: Fred. Angelina was trying to get you two together; you could just tell. She’d been doing it for months, but you’d managed to avoid it. But now she finally had you cornered. 

“Can I back out? Or switch or something?” You tried one last, desperate attempt to try and keep your secret intact.

“Nope. We won’t let you.”

Shit.

You couldn’t do anything else. You dreaded this, and how it would all pan out, but you only had your dignity to lose.

Here goes nothing.

You moved really quickly; even you didn’t register what was happening. You placed a shaking hand on Fred’s jaw, turning his face towards you, and placed a kiss on his soft lips. You pulled away as quick as you had kissed him, red faced with a pounding heart that you swear was going to smash your ribcage to pieces.

“Um, I uh, gotta go. I need some air.” You left, not daring to look at anyone for fear of betraying what you really felt, and sprinted to the room of Requirement, the one place you knew you would always find comfort. There, you found a room filled with soft pillows of every shape, size and colour, and blankets galore.

You threw yourself into the middle of the pile, face down, and cried for what felt like hours. You weren’t entirely sad; at least you got to kiss him once, before the inevitable end of your friendship. You decided you needed to have words with Angelina, although you did appreciate her efforts.

Long after the room fell silent, the only sound being your strained breathing, you heard a soft click, signalling that someone else was entering the room.

“Not now, Angelina, I’m not in the mood.” You didn’t feel like social interaction at that moment in time.

“I’m not Angelina, I don’t think I have the correct parts.” You heard Fred’s voice coming from behind you, and, before you could come up with an excuse to get him to go away, you felt him sink into the pillows next to you. He was practically a human fireball; you felt the heat radiating off him adding to your own.

“So, you think I was the most attractive person in the room then?”

His forwardness brought forward an irresistible giggle. You turned to face him, a smile gracing your lips.

“There she is!”

Before you knew what was happening, Fred pressed his lips to yours, placing a large hand on your cheek.

“You won’t even be able to fathom how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” Fred told you after you had broken apart. “I’m actually glad you had the guts to kiss me first; I was afraid you didn’t like me that way.”

“I was afraid I was going to regret it,” you replied “I didn’t know if you’d like me back either.”

“At least we know now, eh?” he kissed your forehead, and grabbed a nearby blanket. “How about we just stay here tonight? I can’t be bothered to walk back to the Gryffindor dorms.”

You cuddled into his side, relishing in the warmth.

“I think I’d like that.”

And that’s where George and Angelina found the two of you in the morning.

Felicity’s Havenrock Resolution

So…something about Season 5 has really been burrowing under my skin. I am a diehard Olicity fan and always will be, no matter what.  I honestly believe they are endgame in the minds of the writers and EPs, and would also like to think Marc G knows Felicity Smoak inside and out.  But a Twitter/Tumblr reply he gave a few months back really confused me.  Someone asked him something along the lines of, “Will we ever see Felicity’s resolution for Havenrock?” and MG basically replied, “What more do you need?”

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So, loving Felicity to depths of my soul, I scratched my head quite a lot at that.  Because I didn’t feel like Havenrock had been dealt with nearly at all.  But now that season 5 is complete, I honestly believe that her resolution of that horrifying event was the entire reason for Rory’s character.  Of course he was a reminder of Havenrock from the very beginning, but even though he became a member of the team, I truly believe he existed for Felicity and Felicity alone.

During the time he was with the team, Rory called her out for her involvement in Havenrock.  He made her feel guilty.  He made her fight past that guilt.  He made her figure out how to move forward.  He forgave her.  And on top of that, he reached out to her and tried to prevent her from spiraling.

Oliver and Digg both spoke to Felicity about her problems, but Rory was the first one to blatantly confront her.  He became a friend, a confidante, someone Felicity could trust.  And when the team was confronted with another potentially devastating bomb in Russia, Rory was beside her.  Felicity did all she could to prevent that disaster, and Rory was right there.  He threw himself on the bomb and in stopping it he lost his own powers.  Looking back on it now, I really love that symbolism.  Much like blowing up Lian Yu was the symbolic end of Oliver’s years in Purgatory, Rory’s loss of power in Russia was the symbolic end of Havenrock holding power over Felicity.  

And at that very moment, this happened:

I loved this hug then and I love it now.  I love that Felicity’s one desire in this powerful and symbolic moment is to be with Oliver.  Because right here, when Havenrock is essentially resolved in the minds of the writers, they put Felicity in Oliver’s arms.  When MG felt done with Havenrock, he made sure Olicity was together.  And I honestly don’t know any stronger message he could have sent to ensure us that they are endgame.  

Honestly, I don’t always agree with the writers’ choices on the show, but I do believe they have our backs.  And that makes me breathe a lot easier during hiatus.  I can’t wait for Season 6 :)

Your Choice - Part 2

(Part 1)

Masterlist

Pairing:
Mac x Reader

Summary: Hi! Could you do a MacGyver x Reader where he and the reader are sort of an established thing but then Nikki comes back and there is a lot of tension? You can go anywhere you’re like from there.


You still weren’t sure if you believed it, the whole Nikki being a double or undercover agent thing. Even after she had explained why she did what she did. But in the end it didn’t matter what you believed, heck you’d just be glad to never see her face again. According to Jack’s big mouth she had left. No word yet on how Mac was feeling about it.

Finishing up in one of the Phoenix’s conference rooms, you stacked together the papers in a neat pile on the left side of the table. Mac’s figure entered the room just as you titled your head up.

“Need any help?”. He asked. It surprised you because those were the most words he had uttered to you since that conversation in your apartment.

Locking your phone after reading the message that popped up, you gathered the papers putting them in your oversized work bag. “No, I got it”.

“I’m guessing Jack told you that Nikki is no longer here?”. He shifted foot to foot, not liking the extra tension that just appeared out of thin air after saying Nikki’s name.

“Yeah, he did. So when can I expect her to come by? In a few days or how about few months?. I wanna be prepared in case something like this happens again”. The bitterness spilling out all too well.

Mac stayed silent. Taking another look his way, there was no question he was tired. His eyes hardly had any light to them and Bozer had accidentally mentioned that Mac was over-working himself more than usual. And judging from the way Mac was staring at you, he was drawing the same conclusion.

“What do you want, Mac?”. The tiredness kicking in from being copped up in an building all day.

“I want you, Y/N. I want what we had before I let Nikki get into my head again, before I made a stupid mistake in kissing her”. He blocked the doors entrance, his strong build no match for you. “You told me that you still wanted to be with me, it’s been 2 weeks and I need to know if you’ve forgiving me?”.

Putting the bag at the crock of your arm, you replied. “Why? So you can run to Nikki and kiss her again if my answer is no?”

He turned slightly and shut the door. “God, no Y/N!. Tell me what I need to do here? I won’t see Nikki ever again or speak to her if that’s what you want. Just please, tell me how I can get you to forgive me?”.

The truth is you’d already forgiving Mac. The sleepless nights, seeing him in the hallway not being able to run up to him, not knowing how his day went and so on, all made the choice to forgive him just a tiny bit easier. The biggest reason was the most obvious one, that you loved him more than anything. Not telling him, wasn’t to punish him in any way. It was solely for you to see if you could live without Mac, and well the answer was you couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry”. He spoke once again, this time inching a little closer. “I swore to myself that I’d never hurt you like that and I did it anyway because I’m the biggest idiot. And if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then that’s exactly what I’ll do”.

A smile started to form on your lips, “How about we just start with dinner, say my place in about an hour?”.

Mac pulled you in a quick, unexpected hug and the smell of his aftershave and the warmth of his body just felt right. “I’ll be there, I promise”. He hurried out the door, waving goodbye as he ran past the glass windows.

“I think you just made his day”. Jack stood out in the hallway, joining him the two of you walked side by side.

“I could tell you didn’t approve of me freezing Mac out for 2 weeks”. Side-eyeing Jack to get his reaction.

He causally bumped shoulders with you. “Doesn’t matter what I thought or Bozer or even Riley, the only thing that mattered was how you felt. Y/N, you had every right to be mad at Mac, I’m just glad to see the two of you are working things out”.

Stopping at the door situated at the end of the hallway, you breathed. “Well I better go, I have a dinner to get ready for. Thanks Jack for the talk”.

“Anytime Y/N”. Saying goodbye in the form of a hug, you made your out of the building feeling oddly nervous for this dinner.

Your phone vibrated in your hand, it was a message from Mac. 3 words that’s all it contained. But yet those 3 words meant more now than you every thought possible.

I love you - Mac

Typing your response back. It was going to take baby steps, trust was important to you and that was never an easy thing to get back. But you wholeheartedly believed that you and Mac could overcome this hurdle and re-appear stronger than ever on the other side.

*NSFW* Truth of Dare

Summary: An innocent game of Truth or Dare takes a very interesting turn.
Members: Namjoon x Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader
Type: SMUT
Length: 2,222 Words

Ahh, I have been thinking about this idea for a while and finally decided to write it down. The ending leaves it open for a part 2 if you guys would like it, so please let me know. I hope you guys like it <3

-Admin Kat

Pt. 2

Originally posted by bangtan-tv

You beside your boyfriend, Yoongi, as the movie came to an end. Namjoon and Hoseok sat around you in the living room; their eyes glued to the screen as they watched the action movie. The hero on the screen was emerging out of the exploding building with the damsel wrapped up in his arms protectively. You rolled your eyes at the scene. It literally made no sense how he could be walking as slowly as he was. Hoseok was applauding the movie as the credits began to roll. He looked over at you and saw the disappointed look on your face. “Ah, did you not like that choice?” He asked you as he took the movie out of the DVD player.

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Married To The Boss [Sixteen] | Rap Monster

Originally posted by bangtoori

The search continues for Y/N as the truth starts to eat away at Namjoon. After finding no leads, he gets help from the person he least expects.

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Isn’t morning sickness supposed to take place in the morning? The taste of vomit is starting to become a familiar flavor these days. I rinse my mouth out with a brand new bottle of mouthwash. Leaving the bathroom, my phone starts ringing from the living room.

Jimin’s name shows up on the screen. I slide the green icon to answer, “Hey Jim-”

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What’re you talking about?” before I could hear his reply the doorbell rings, “Hold on, Jimin. Your mom’s at the door.” Jimin’s mom had called early this morning to let me know that she was going to visit today or tomorrow to drop off some fresh kimchi she made herself.

Obliviously, I open the door. The blood drains from my face that nearly triggers a panic attack. Thinking about what a panic attack could to do to the baby, I manage my breathing.

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Love at First Video Part 17: Words

Misha Collins x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary:  You were a babysitter, but you wanted to be more. Deciding to create a cooking video, you were shocked when it garnered the attention of a well known actor. Soon the attention becomes something neither of you can ignore.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

You were still reeling from the fact that West had called you Mom. So much so that you didn’t even notice that Misha had made his way back into the room, not until he placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning down next to your ear. “Y/N, you okay?”

You nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

He nodded, but didn’t seem completely convinced at your answer. “Hey guys, why don’t you go watch TV for a little bit.” He told West and Maison, who ran into the living room.

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anonymous asked:

"I lied to Eggsy; I said I didn't think of anything before I was shot but I thought about you"

“I lied to Eggsy; I said I didn’t think of anything before I was shot but I thought about you.”

Harry keeps his eyes on his thumb tracing over Hamish’s miraculously unblemished knuckles because it’s easier than looking at the miles of bandages on his head and the remains of his legs. “I could have told him, of course, I know he’d never object, but even with a brain half-full of butterflies I could see he’s not like us. We’re comfortable old antiques, we’re part of the furniture by now, but he belongs somewhere else and I’m glad he’s made his choice; I believe it’s the right one, and it’s better for him to realise it now than in thirty years when it’s probably too late.”

The number of times it’s been Harry unconscious in the hospital bed and Hamish sitting on the wobbly plastic chair waiting to find out if he’ll live is awful; this is unbearable just once, never mind a dozen or more, and Harry kisses Hamish’s clutched hand in something close to desperation.

“I promise I’ll tell him, and you as well, if you only promise to wake up.”

I’m still curious as to why Tom ended up with one armband on the show when he had two in the intro.

i know it’s really minor and might mean nothing, kinda like how they changed his mouth palette in s2, but at least with the mouth palette it was only the identifiable blue and purple version for one episode and a small cameo. The intro was there for 2 whole seasons and you saw it before every episode which made the change more noticeable.

At least with the mouth palette you could assume they wanted to make it easier for the people who did the colors and give every character the same mouth palette (Cause Star’s also changed in s2 to the same one)

It most likely doesn’t have any plot significance ((I mean unless something is up with Tom’s arm)), and it looks maybe more like a late design choice for s2.

it was just kind’ve a weird one.

IDK, we’ll all just pretend Tom got rid of the other one because he thinks the one arm thing makes him look cooler.

And knowing him, that’s probably canon.


Edit: I just remembered i had a few gifs of him in “Matchmaker” and went back to count his armbands, and yeah he has both here. (Also i have no clue what his 3rd eye is looking at)

So yeah, Tom just decided to stop wearing it XDD 

kbstarzzz  asked:

Hamilton: lams 188 or 295 please? ^♢^ (pleaseforgivemeifthisistoomuchijustloveyourfanficsalot!)

Sorry it took me so long!

188. Pick me. Choose me. Love me. + Lams

The bags were scattered across the apartment, half made and abandoned. Alexander didn’t have the energy to finish them now – not when John was looking at him like that. Alex could see rage in his eyes, despair upon his face and betrayal on the set of his shoulder. John was like a book Alex always knew how to read even when he desperately wished he couldn’t. It would make what he had to do easier right now.

“So you’re really leaving.” John had spoken lowly. It was not a question, just a statement.

“I have no choice,” Alex replied, a broken record of the past week.

“Yeah you do,” John shot back. There was an edge of bitterness in his voice. Something dark and ugly that didn’t look like John at all and that Alex wanted to smooth away with his tongue.

“You’re choosing this,” John continued.

“John…” Alexander sighed. “I can’t stay.”

The other man huffed and turned around. He walked to the next room and placed himself behind the kitchen island.

“What would you have me do?” Alex asked softly.

John looked up and locked eyes with him: “Pick me. Choose me. Love me.”

Alexander was shaking and he gave up fighting the tears he’d bottled up all week.

“I would have.” He said. That didn’t mean nothing now, he knew. But that was all he had to give John. “Forever.”

295. This is probably a bad time, but marry me? + Lams

The fever has been coming and going for a few days now. Alexander was drifting on the edge of consciousness. Time was stretching by in that odd way it does when one wake up in the middle of the night. The minutes went by slowly while the hours disappeared in the blink of an eye. His body felt heavy. Even if he wanted to, he was pretty sure his limbs wouldn’t be able to take him anywhere.

Someone applied cold water on his forehead. He wasn’t very alert but forced his eyes open to see who it was. The room was dimly lit with all the curtains closed except for one, which let in a few strays of sunlight and cool hair.

Above him, John was smiling down at him fondly. His hands were now checking on Alexander’s pulse with precision and then he helped him gulped down his pills with a glass of water. Alex – who was very weak and had had a doctor kink since the first time he watched Grey’s Anatomy – couldn’t help but find the whole thing hot.

“This is probably a bad time, but marry me?” he said, voice horse and then went on a coughing spree for thirsty second straight.

When he could focus his attention on something again, John was shaking his head, clearly amused with the situation.

“You asked that every year when you get the flu,” he sighed.

“So?”

“So I already said yes smartass,” John shot back, wiggling his wedding band in front of Alexander’s eyes. “I’m already in the ‘in sickness and health’ deal!”

“Good,” Alexander said, not having the courage to keep his eyes open longer.

“Get some rest love,” John murmured as he gently petted his husband’s hair.

“Will you stay?” Alex mumbled, already half asleep. Those meds were incredibly effective.

“Of course,” John replied. “Always.”

Interview with the Vampire {Sentence Starters}
  • "Do we forgive each other then?"
  • "But now it's time to end it. Now it's time to leave him."
  • "The world changes, we do not."
  • "Please, how shall I put you at ease?"
  • "Do you think of anyone but yourself?"
  • "Forgive me if I have a lingering respect for life."
  • "I assume I need no introduction."
  • "If I leave you here, you die."
  • "Your evil is that you cannot be evil. And I shall suffer for it no longer!"
  • "That's really where we should start, don't you think?"
  • "I only have myself. You taught me that."
  • "I'll put you in your coffin!"
  • "You made us what we are, didn't you?"
  • "You condemned me to hell!"
  • "Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice I never had."
  • "You should consider yourself lucky."
  • "No one could resist me, not even you. And the more you tried, the more I wanted you."
  • "Evildoers are easier... and they taste better."
  • "And what if there is no Hell, or they don't want us there?"
  • "What if all I have is my suffering, my regret?"
  • "Does this make you happy? Is this fitting, proper enough?"
  • "Your body's dying. Pay no attention, it happens to us all."
  • "Which one of you did it? One of you did it!"
  • "Tell me about him. You must've learned something from him."
  • "I'm flesh and blood, but not human."
  • "I learned absolutely nothing. I wasn't given a choice, remember?"
  • "But what if it's a lesson I don't care to learn?"
  • "That noise. It's driving me mad; that noise!"
  • "Why should I know these things? Do you know them?"
  • "Here, all one needs is a pair of fangs. Heh."
  • "But you must know something about the meaning of it all!"

anonymous asked:

I really want to start changing myself because I have this tendency to be impatient and irrational. You have this mature demeanor and I really want to emulate that. Do you have any advice on what I can do or where I can start?

This is going to sound harsh, and a lot of people probably would call this ‘shitty’ or not ‘properly utilizing my platform,’ but a lot of my maturity derives from being too tired to care, too focused on my work and being able to separate myself from what matters the most versus my initial aggravation.

Again, this is personal philosophy, but sometimes I catch myself rubbing my eyes like - This doesn’t fucking matter. I only have so much time and space to allocate my energy into. I want to make money. I want to make art. I want to make money with my art, and time is money. When my time isn’t money, I want to have a good time in my online spaces, and no one can tell me how to fucking feel or what to do in those spaces unless I’m actively harming someone.

I have mental illness, but I’m gonna fight to run my emotions and control how I feel as much as possible. I come from a background where my emotions weren’t considered mine to have. I’ve healed from that and the internet isn’t going to dictate my emotional output or input. It is my right as a person to be as soft, hard, warm or cold as I want to be, and half the time, I don’t feel like people deserve my anger. As in, you’re not good enough for my rage, so I’m just going to ice you out or ignore you or do better than you in every aspect of my life. This isn’t passive. This isn’t aggressive. This isn’t passive aggressive. 

This is owning myself entirely. 

I run this show. 

Advice, though?

Every single goddamn day you have to wake up and decide what you want to deal with outside the uncontrollable aspects of your life. You need to ask yourself - ‘What the fuck am I willing to deal with today and will it benefit me?’

After my mom got cancer and I learned she was dying, it occurred to me that I couldn’t control that situation. I started really looking at what I could control, and it was startling. The past year, I’ve grown into truly understanding the things in life that are changeable and containable and the ones that aren’t.

Once you see those things? Life becomes significantly easier and a lot will roll off your back.

If I’m going to drain my emotional energy into anything, then it’s going to be into my writing that helps people be it by making them happy or giving them solidarity. 

I don’t have time to be anything but what I am now, but I made the choice to be that way. I’m proud of me, and I promise once you start on this kind of path, then you’re going to see the shift in your maturity. It’s incredible. 

Moritz Stiefel Does Not Take Dares

More accurately, he does. And later comes to regret it.


Moritz was never going to take a dare from Hanschen Rilow again.

           Honestly, he was stupid for doing it at all. Ignore him and walk away, that was what Melchior always said. But the group had been exchanging dares, and Moritz hadn’t participated until Hanschen gave him one, and when he tried to say no Hanschen called him a coward and had made cruel remarks with that terrible smirk on his face until Moritz gave in.

           And look where it had gotten him.

           It wasn’t even the tree’s height that was the problem, it was the fact that its branches were far too small to support a fifteen year old boy. Moritz hadn’t even climbed half as far as Hanschen had told him to when he grabbed a branch to pull himself up, taking his feet off of the one he was standing on, and he heard a sickening crack as the branch broke, and a sickening crack as he hit the ground.

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ML: Marinette’s Brother Au Drabble Pt. 2

Part 1           Part 3

Brought back by popular demand and the fact that I love my OC Tyler as her brother.


“You can’t keep this from mom and dad forever you know,” Tyler said as Marinette and him walked to school that morning.

“I know I can’t but it’s not like Chat and I can go out on a real date or anything, his nighttime visits are kind of all I have,” Marinette sighed. How had she gotten herself into this mess but most importantly how had she fallen for that stupid cat?!

“When it the appropriate time to say I told you so by the way?” Tyler laughed. Marinette’s cheeks turned red.

“Shut up!” Marinette hissed.

“Hey Marinette!” Adrien called from across the courtyard. Marinette gave him a small wave but kept walking.

“What’s this I see? Could it be possible? Have you forgotten all about Mr. Pretty Boy over there?” Tyler mocked. Marinette glared at him.

“No!” She snapped. “But it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when I still have feelings for him. How is it possible to have feelings for two different guys?” Marinette sighed.

Maybe when they’re the same person, Tyler thought to himself.

“I think you made the better choice Mari. Look at it this way, at least you can actually hold a conversation with Chat Noir,” Tyler chuckled.

“Yeah I guess it is a lot easier to talk to him than it is Adrien,” Marinette conceded.

“Yeah why is that by the way? I mean I get you’re nervous around Adrien because he’s a model or whatever but Chat Noir is literally a superhero that spends his days saving Paris and yet you aren’t nervous around him at all, what gives?” Tyler asked looking at his sister suspiciously. Marinette could feel the perspiration forming on her forehead.

“Um he uh is just really easy to talk to is all,” Marinette lied. Marinette had always been a terrible liar. Tyler knew she had been lying about a lot of stuff lately but the thing he couldn’t figure out was what. He had no plausible theory to explain her behavior or why she would lie about such random things. He let her lie slide going seemingly unnoticed which seemed to put her at ease.

“I’ll see you after class Mari,” Tyler waved as the pair went their separate ways to class.


An akuma attack there just had to be an akuma attack. Tyler swore he couldn’t get through a normal week without at least one akuma attack. And of course this akuma was caused by none other than Chloe, the putrid girl from Marinette’s class that Tyler absolutely loathed. The whole school was sent into a panic as the akuma attacked. Everyone took cover as Ladybug and Chat Noir fought with the akuma. Normally Tyler wouldn’t have dared moving from his hiding spot except this time Tyler could see every student from Marinette’s class except for Marinette and Adrien. Tyler knew where Adrien was but Marinette was no where to be found and it scared Tyler to death.

Marinette was his little sister and superhero or not it was his job to protect her. That’s when Tyler went looking for her. In his search for Marinette the akuma had taken a shot at him and Ladybug had taken the blow for him. Although injured Ladybug finished off the akuma with Chat’s assistance. Chat fled the scene quickly the last paw on his ring beeping loudly leaving only Tyler and Ladybug in the empty hallway. Ladybug collapsed onto the ground clutching her side painfully. Her earrings beeped. People were now milling around coming out from their hiding spots. Tyler’s instincts kicked in. He already knew one heroe’s identity- what was one more?

Quickly Tyler helped Ladybug up throwing one of her arms over his shoulder and half dragging her to the empty locker room. He locked the door behind them before carefully setting her down to lean against one of the lockers. Ladybug’s consciousness waned as the last spot disappeared from her earrings. In a flash of pink light Tyler’s little sister sat bleeding in his arms. Tyler swore his heart nearly stopped because suddenly it made so much sense. His sister was Ladybug. Marinette was Ladybug! All the excuses. Her comfort with Chat Noir. It all made sense now. Tyler was both thrilled and sad. He was proud of his younger sister. She was so brave to take on akuma after akuma but Tyler worried about her. It was easy to get hurt in an akuma attack and Marinette was putting herself in constant danger to try to keep the city safe. Tyler felt protective of his sister. He couldn’t help but think that maybe if he had had powers too she wouldn’t have to be Ladybug and she wouldn’t need to be putting herself in danger. And yet Marinette was the one jumping in front of an akuma to protect him.

Tyler felt his chest tighten as he looked down at the serene face of his bleeding sister while he called an ambulance.


When Marinette came to she was sitting in a hospital bed her family surrounding her. They were all talking at once asking what had happened but Marinette didn’t know what to say. What lie could she tell for the gash in her side. Ladybug had technically been the one to be hit not her. Her parents looked at her expectantly. She looked around the room desperately trying to come up with any idea as to how she might have gotten her injury.

“Marinette had an unfortunate accident with a broken window from the akuma attack. She’s lucky I found her, she must have tripped and fallen on one of the bigger shards,” Tyler came to her rescue. Marinette narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. Her eyes widened as she remembered the events previous to her passing out. Tyler knew!!!!

“Uh yeah that’s exactly what happened,” Marinette lied.

“You’re such a klutz,” Tyler rolled his eyes. They all sat talking for a while longer before Tyler suggested that Marinette might be hungry. When their parents left to get her food Tyler turned to Marinette a smirk playing on his lips.

“Looks like we’ve got some talking to do little sis. Now tell me where exactly did you get these?” Tyler held up Marinette’s earrings rolling them between his fingers as he examined them. Marinette’s hands flew to her ears only to find them empty. Her heart hammered against her chest.

“Tyler,” Marinette whispered voice tight with emotion.

“Care to explain?” He asked raising an eyebrow questioningly at her.

Wrong Side of Heaven (Pt 5)

Almost there.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (here) / Part 6


The light only lasted a second, but it felt like the second drug on for a small eternity. It was the difference between being among mortals and being in the blessed land above, where time marched on mercilessly and where time was merely a concept. After spending so long among the mortals, the once familiar sensations now felt almost alien, entirely strange- the weightlessness, the muffled sounds, the lack of wind, air, pressure… it was almost unwelcomed.

“You always have to do things your way, don’t you?”

Blake opened her eyes, reacting to the bright light out of habit rather than because it was painful. Like stepping out to greet the morning after a long night tracking her quarry, she squinted against the harshness for a moment before everything came into focus, and only then did she realize that she felt no pain, no stinging from the sudden exposure. Of course she didn’t- there was no pain here, in the land of the Angels. She thought she’d be brought to the pearly gates, but no; apparently, the Highest had something else in mind. She stood now well within Heaven’s bounds, among the white expanse that shifted to suit the whims of the Angels who dwell there, the place she might once have called home. Marshaling her thoughts, Blake did her best to recover from the moment of disoriented surprise, ignoring the way her broken wings refused to be hidden away. “I suppose you expected me to learn a lesson.”

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Burning Bridges In The Rain.

Tear drops from my sky, and a lit fuse upon these matches.


Relationships allowed to die, while I hammer down these hatches.


What the fuck am I supposed to do with these bridges made of matches?

When this rain consists of tears forged by fire, from this smokey, worn out sky.


I have to let it die.


Contrary to popular belief, it’s easier for me to light a flame in an atmosphere of water, when fire and ice depend on a mother’s selfish daughter


And I


Take no former pleasure in stealing away her innocence.

We thought it would be forever, but made no choices from our conscience.


I suppose that’s just what life is…

Eager smiles, that lead to drawn out dissonance.

I remember this.


She cracked my skull so she could peek inside my head.

Only, she didn’t know how to put it back together, and now I’m a few inches from being dead.


So I burned her bridge with fiery sadness, and enjoyed every new plume she went up with.


At least that’s what I thought would happen.

Even after watching her go up in smoke, the bridge to my heart still remains.

She visits still, in the cold, wet nights, I see her in my window pain.


I guess you can burn bridges in the rain, but you can’t burn what will always remain.

Burns Like Hell

A/N: Request from @today-only-happens-once Hi hello. I have a one-shot/drabble request… could you do one where the reader has made a demon deal to save Sam, but the fic itself is a conversation/scene with Dean, where the pairing is actually Dean x reader, and the reader sacrificed herself a) because she loves Sam like a brother too and b) to stop Dean from making the sacrifice that she knew he would otherwise? I love your writing and would be so happy if you considered taking this one on. Totally up to you, though. Thanks bunches! ^u^

Hope this is alright! Just a small oneshot! :)

Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: crossroads deal, angst

Word Count: 600

“I did it for you, Dean.” The growling of hell hounds was heard by everyone in the room, especially by you. Tears welled in your eyes as you knew your time was up, but you had no regret for what you did that had led to this moment.

“Why, Y/N? You shouldn’t have done such a thing,” Dean yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in panic as he watched Sam spread the goofer dust all over the room. With each tick of the clock, Dean could feel his heart hammer against his chest violently, scared out of his mind for you. He knew the pain, remembered it all too well when he had made a similar deal to save Sam many years ago. He still had nightmares sometimes of the ripping off flesh, the spilling of internal organs and the torture that was hell itself. He remembered the heat and the pure agony of his soul being shredded and darkened. He couldn’t bare the thought of the same thing happening to you.

“Look at me, Dean. Look at me,” you demanded, grabbing his face between the palm of your hands, committing to memory the jade green color of his eyes and the plumpness of his perfect lips. “You need Sam. And I wasn’t going to let you be stupid enough to sell your soul again, Dean. For once let someone help you - help Sammy,”

Sam had been in tears as soon as the Winchesters found out of the deal you made in order to save Sam. He had died during a sloppy Wendigo hunt exactly 6 months ago; completely your fault and you didn’t hesitate when reaching a crossroads and made the deal in 5 minutes flat. The crossroads demon gave you one option and one option only and you took it without a chance to second guess yourself. Sam was devastated to find out that the woman he had looked up to as a loving older sister and friend, would do something like that for him and Dean. Dean didn’t take it well, but this time, there was no way of getting out of the deal no matter how many demons he threatened.

“I can’t – I need you too, Y/N,” he finally cried, flinching at the sound of the hell hounds that banged against the motel door. You oddly weren’t afraid. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that you were doing this for the two men that you loved more than life itself. “Don’t go, Y/N.” He begged, clutching your hands. You took in the sight of the constellation of freckles that were scattered across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, the way his scruff from not shaving for a few days felt beneath your fingers.

You turned to hug Sam tightly, knowing there wasn’t anything you could say that would make this situation any easier.

“For what it’s worth, if given a second chance, I would have still made the same choice,” you told the two of them, swiftly kissing Dean one last time before making your way towards the door.

Sam clutched his brother who was screaming for you to come back. Dean tried to get Sam to let him go, he punched and kicked and clawed but his younger brother refused to let him go. You broke the line of the dust with your boot and slowly opened the door. In a matter of seconds, you no longer heard the way Dean choked out your name with wretched sobs. It was quiet.

And then it burned.

Like hell.

dgaider-deactivated20150130  asked:

Incidentally, the big reason "I Am The One" doesn't translate is because we didn't write it. "Leliana's Song", in contrast, we did. Either way, you are correct that Elvehn is a cipher. We keep it simple so we can all use it, and I've no doubt that makes it look pretty silly to anyone with linguistics knowledge. I like your posts on the subject, rather a lot.

So this means I get a job on the writing team, right? Right? No? That’s not the way this works? Darn.

In all seriousness, and I must stress that I am typing this through a heavy urge to go into fanboy fits, a cipher actually makes the most sense from a game design standpoint. You don’t want to have to explain grammar rules of a completely new language to a new writer. It’s easier to use a cipher, that to the average person looks and sounds like a language. Even given all my linguistics knowledge, it’s what I would do. 

You could have made a working conlang, but for the sake of time and effort, you would most likely have had to settle on using a few recycled phrases (I believe that’s what the writing team for Jade Empire did, with Tho Fan, if I remember correctly?). And given the choice between the two, I will choose a cipher every single time. Yes, it might sound a bit silly to those with linguistics knowledge, but having a character use the same exact three or four phrases, regardless of what he’s saying, is even sillier. 

I am humbled, astounded and extremely excited that you actually like my work on the subject. I’m doing this purely because of my love for the subject, and for my love of Dragon Age. I am working on my own universe that I am creating a table top game in, and I am creating languages for that as well. 

Thank you for taking the time to contact me. It made my night infinitely brighter. I have aspirations to eventually make it into the games industry, preferably as a writer, and you are one of my inspirations. I would make you some of my famous homemade hot chocolate as thanks, but I can’t throw that far.

Hopefully you’ll continue to enjoy the work I continue to do with Elvish, and I hope that you approve of the decisions that I make along the way. 

And lastly: OMFG DAVID GAIDER LIKES MY STUFF. 

ahem. I mean… 

A Merry Christmas to you and yours, David, and a happy new year. 

Serious Question for my trans/nb/genderfluid/agender followers:

If you could have had a specific resource (like a list of something, or a worksheet of some sort) when you were starting to come out or transitioning, what would it have been?

Examples:

  • A worksheet for calling a doctor’s office about transitioning
  • A worksheet for choosing a name (like, brainstorming choices and working through them)
  • A checklist of how to change your documents in your state
  • A discussion worksheet for talking to your family (things I want to tell you but can’t say out loud, etc.)

What am I missing? What resource like that would have made (or would make) your life easier if someone said ‘hey here’s a list, here are some scripts, did you think about asking this?’ 

Thank you!