i dont know how to tag this piece of shit help

kevin and neil headcanons because i dont see nearly enough for them

☆neil: what is ‘dabbing’ kevin: absolutely not
☆kevin has to chop vegetables into tiny pieces and sneak them into neils dinners because his eating habits are shit
☆they go grocery shopping together and neil keeps putting junk food in the cart and kevin keeps shoving it back onto random shelves with varying levels of rage
☆neil: do i even weigh anything to you? kevin, holding him a foot off the ground: no. its like holding a bag of grapes
☆whack each other w their exy racquets when they get too Extra during practice
☆scary movie ride or die fans
☆kevin curls up and watches through his fingers and neil punches kevins leg when a jumpscare gets him
☆kevin: *mentions anyone who has even slightly inconvenienced him* neil: you should kill them
☆kevin can always sense neils bullshit and he will, inevitably and invariably, be able to tell when neil is doing Something Stupid
☆neil photobombs kevins interviews at/after games ALL THE TIME
☆kevin: it was a tough game but our hard work paid off
☆neil: in the background wearing 3 pairs of sunglasses and dumping an entire gatorade over his head while maintaining eye contact with the camera
☆neil can suplex kevin
☆they are savage at dragging like god help whoever brings down their Roasting Session upon themselves bc they will taste the wrath of a god
☆neil makes a game of how many outlandish claims he can make and still have kevin believe him
☆neil: did you know i once spent a week in australia and had to eat nothing but jellyfish and twinkies to survive
☆kevin, wide eyed and scandalized: how are you alive
☆neil WILL pick a fight in a fast food restaurant and kevin has to bail him out
☆kevin listens to 80s pop music when he works out and neil finds out. neil Finds Out.
☆neil plays 21 loops of tom jones’ ‘whats new pussycat’ and kevin tells him to put in 1 ‘its not unusual’
☆kevin will send neil a million texts until he gets a response. like in a row, in the span of 15 seconds buzz buzz bitch where are you
☆neil watches chopped and kevin loses his mind because neil will drag a contestant for mixing caviar with peppers while at the same time eating like mac n cheese with nutella
☆they get too into laser tag and get kicked out

thanks i love them





So, a long-ass time ago, Rose and Dave had a conversation like this:

TT: After you go, what do you think will happen to me?
TT: Will I just cease to exist?
TG: i dont know
TG: i mean your whole timeline will
TG: maybe
TT: Maybe?
TT: Is there a chance it’ll continue to exist, and I’ll just be here alone forever?
TT: I’m not sure which outcome is more unsettling.
TG: the thing with time travel is
TG: you cant overthink it
TG: just roll with it and see what happens
TG: and above all try not to do anything retarded
TT: What do you think I should do?
TG: try going to sleep
TG: our dream selves kind of operate outside the normal time continuum i think
TG: so if part of you from this timelines going to persist thats probably the way to make it happen
TT: Ok.
TG: and hey you might even be able to help your past dream self wake up sooner without all that fuss you went through
TT: I think the true purpose of this game is to see how many qualifiers we can get to precede the word “self” and still understand what we’re talking about.

This is the most important sentence in Homestuck.

I am dead serious.

Well, OK, I mean, it’s pretty important for understanding some major Homestuck themes and shit or something like that.

Also, I totally should have said: Pre-Retcon Doomed Timeline Non-Dreamself Rose but ultimately about to become Dreamself Rose who semi-merged with Pre-Retcon Alpha Timeline Rose and Doomed Timeline Dave aka Davesprite AKA future Davepetasprite^2 or as we all call them around the office, Davepeta, had that conversation.

Maybe you begin to see what I’m going to talk about here.

One of the major frustrations a lot of people had with the retcon was that the characters we ended up with at the end weren’t the ones we’d come to love and know throughout the story. Was it even worth it, to lose the characters we loved to the tyranny of Game Over? The victorious kids, with the exception of John and Roxy, were other people, with other histories, other goals, and other choices.

Allow me to submit that that may be the whole point.

SBURB is cruel. We’ve known that for a long time. It’s cruel not as Caliborn is cruel, but as the cosmos is cruel, as a supernova is cruel. It wants what it wants, and doesn’t care about how that intersects with the needs of humanity. It wants to make universes through a complex game-playing method, and drags hapless, vulnerable adolescents along for the ride. And most of the time it doesn’t even succeed, leaving its champions to rot in a doomed timeline or similar! Skaia’s victory is an amoral creation myth where individual human beings are just the carved pieces on the chessboard. (I mean, the other ones. Not the carapacians.)

Again, let’s consider the theme of VIDEO GAMES vs. REAL LIFE.

Homestuck, let’s be real, is basically some postmodern horror timey-wimey Jumanji. For a generation way more familiar with pixels than cute little tokens It’s easy for teenagers and in fact, basically everyone, to fantasize about escaping their life and slipping into some game world forever, where they get to do awesome things and be a heroic person.

Homestuck makes that literal. Congratulations, everything you ever knew is dead. You will never see it again, except your internet friends, who turn out also to be your family and other important people. I mean, from a distance, SBURB sounds like an awesome game, right? You figure out who you are and get to wear a cool costume displaying that identity. You get to make anything you want and enjoy this hyperflexible mythology tailored to YOUR CHOICES. HS fans talk all the time about how cool it would be to play a real version of SBURB. That’s a big part of the appeal of SBURB fan adventures. They put you and your friends in the story. Or your favorite characters! It sounds like a fantasy come true.

The thing is, as fantastical as it is, it’s also really fucked up, and ultimately you and your friends are being used. By a giant frog to let it have its babies. By the universe. By a smug blue cloud thing that doesn’t care about you at all.

SBURB does not care about you at all.

The funny thing, SBURB features a mythology with so many layers and nuances and seemingly human motifs about growth and self that you might search for some grand ultimate meaning behind it, but it’s not even human enough to have a personality, to be something you can argue with or fight. It just is. It’s all the cruelty and power of a god without any of the dazzling personality. It’s empty. It just wants to make universes all day long, or fail trying. It is a great, weird tadpole-making machine that eats children.

One of the big ways it doesn’t care about you is its attitude toward the self. Humans and trolls and whatnot prefer not to be relentlessly duplicated. SBURB says, oh yeah, let’s make tons of copies of the player characters and use them for a lot of different purposes.

There’s the dreamself, an essential bifurcation of identity (you are now and were always the dream moon princex) that sometimes gets merged into god tier but sometimes doesn’t. There’s doomed timeline selves, who exist ultimately to augment an Alpha timeline whose Alphaness is decided very arbitrarily and frequently by Lord English. There’s the you who exists before a scratched session and the you who exists afterward, who are two different people but started as one baby in an act of ectobaby meteor duplication, your player self and your guardian self. Dead timeline yous fill up the dreambubbles made by the horrorterrors and get endlessly confused with each other. Any one of these could be the you experience being at any given moment, and which one it is entirely arbitrary. Don’t like being Dead Nepeta #47? Tough hoofbeast leavings, kiddo.

To top it all off, in Terezi: Remember, we learn that every single time we thought someone changed from one self to another, was resurrected or something like that, it was another act of duplication. For every time someone’s died, there’s another version of them waiting in the Dream Bubbles, surprised that they’re not the main character anymore. And we have no way of knowing which is which. Even John, good old everyman John, may or may not be the person who died three or four times. It’s really impossible to say whether we’ve been following the same person throughout our story, or just the illusion of the same person, like a horrifying cosmic flipbook.

The retcon is a return to this same theme. Ultimately, there’s very little new in the changes John makes to reality except that they drive the point home.

John’s friends all died. John and his friends won the game. These things are both true at the same time, except those things may not have happened to the same people. There was a happy ending. Hooray! For, um, some folks who may or may not be the ones we care about. In fact, it’s very confusing, because from Rose’s perspective, Roxy is dead but came back to life, and from Roxy’s perspective Rose is dead but came back to life, except also she came back to life as a weird tentacle catgirl of pure id and self –indulgence. So there’s that. Um. Which Rose are we rooting for again?

Or wait: is it none of them, because the first Rose died in a doomed timeline, hundreds of panels and a number of years ago?

There’s a tension here which one experiences between saying it’s okay because it’s still the same people, and saying it’s not okay, because it’s not the same people at all. This tension is exactly what we’re meant to wrestle with. To put it another way, Homestuck asks if identity can work in aggregate. Are all Johns John, all Roses Rose, and do they all share in what they accomplish? Or are the final victors only accidents created by the whims and needs of the frog baby machine?

What I’m saying, basically, is that the retcon, in the sense that it pointed out our confused relationship with these characters, was already here.

In interviews and questions put to him over the years, Hussie constantly compares HS and SBURB to other video games, particularly Mario, which he frequently returns to as a baseline of comparison that most of his readers will know. One answer, from a recent Hiveswap interview, is particularly revelatory. To the question of “Why do you kill off all your characters?” Hussie replies:

[…]HS is supposedly a story that is also a game. In games, the characters die all the time. How many times did you let Mario fall in the pit before he saved the princess? Who weeps for these Marios. In games your characters die, but you keep trying and trying and rebooting and resetting until finally they make it. When you play a game this process is all very impersonal. Once you finally win, when all is said and done those deaths didn’t “count”, only the linear path of the final victorious version of the character is considered “real”. Mario never actually died, did he? Except the omniscient player knows better. HS seems to combine all the meaningless deaths of a trial-and-error game journey with the way death is treated dramatically in other media, where unlike our oblivious Mario, the characters are aware and afraid of the many deaths they must experience before finally winning the game.

The big man hass the answer.

Homestuck is the story of those dead Marios.

Other works, like Undertale, have engaged with this topic as well. But one of the major differences between Undertale and Homestuck is that in Undertale, between “lives,” one’s consciousness is preserved. In Homestuck, it’s discontinuous, and the value of the overall trial-error process is called into question by the fact that you, the player, may not even get to experience the victory. What meaning does victory hold if that is the case?

So, to put it in a nice thesis format:

One of the central themes of Homestuck is the challenge of reconciling an arbitrary and destructive pattern of growth and victory with the death and suffering you experienced along the way. Homestuck asks: is victory worthwhile if you’re not you anymore? And would you be able to know?

What even is the self? Is there such a thing?

If you were left feeling somewhat disconcerted by our heroes’ tidy victory and departure to their cosmic prize, or by how which Rose gets the spotlight is so deeply, deeply arbitrary, there’s a good reason for that. You’re supposed to be.

The philosophical problem of Wacky Cat Rose is insignificant next to the bullshit of SBURB.

And don’t forget—John and Roxy’s denizens helped them achieve the retcon. Ultimately, the victory they achieved was mediated by the same amoral system of SBURB, and was a victory over an enemy, Caliborn, whose power was created, perpetuated, and ended by that same system.

Okay, so here’s where it gets contentious. There’s an argument to be made, which I’m not sure how I feel about, that some of the character development that could have been in post-retcon Act 6 was left out precisely to push this feeling and play up this tension. Note that this is not the same thing as saying that they were deliberately badly written, but that they’re deliberately written to make us uneasy.That Hussie deliberately played with the balance between making these retconned characters feel familiar and making them feel eerily different to leave us feeling uneasy with the result.

I’m not sure I like that idea. It smacks a little too much of that “everything is perfect” thinking that comes sometimes from the far Metastuck camp. Some of the differences may also be the result of flawed writing. (See: Jane and Jake’s character arcs, which I might talk about later.) And I want to be able to critique those flaws. Ultimately, I think we still needed more time and development to figure out who these new people were—even if our goal was ultimately to compare them to their earlier selves. And again, more conscious acknowledgement of the problem from our heroes—especially John, the linchpin in this last and biggest act of duplication—might have helped drive this theme home.

Still, I think the Problem of Dead Marios is one of the most fundamental questions of Homestuck, maybe THE biggest question. It’s essential to understand it to understand what Hussie’s doing—or attempting to do— in the retcon and the ending.

I don’t know that Homestuck offers us a clear answer to that question. There are some confusions around the issue, too. Where do merged selves fit in, exactly? Clearly they’re a big part of the discussion, because Hussie spends some time in Act 6, especially near the end bringing the identity-merging powers of the Sprites to the forefront. (See also: the identity-merged nightmare that is Lord English.)  Can we even come up with a clear answer to what it means when a dead Mario returns to life grotesquely fused with Toad? How does he beat the game? Does he tell himself that the princess is in another castle? Or what if he merges with Peach? Are they their own princess? How do they know if they’re in the right castle?

Um. Anyway—

Interestingly, it’s not all grotesque—spritesplosions suggest that personalities that are too different don’t stay together long, so a fusion might rely on some inherent compatibility between the two players. Erisol’s self-loathing, sure, but also Fefeta’s cheerfulness. Davepeta seems to be a way of bringing out the best in their players, a way of getting Davesprite past his angst and Nepeta past her fear. Honestly, I know a lot of people don’t like Davepeta as the ending of these two characters’ arcs, but I can’t help but love it. They’re the ultimate coolkid. Cool enough to know they don’t have to be cool. Regular Dave got there, too, of course. But was his retcon assist from John ultimately any different?

Then, of course, we come to Davepeta’s speech to Jade in one of the last few updates before Collide. Davepeta suggests that there is such a thing as an ultimate self beyond the many different selves one piles up throughout the cosmos. A set of principles that describes who you are that’s larger than any individual instance of you. Your inherent Mariohood. (Maybe this is comparable to your Classpect identity, which attempts to describe who you are?) Davepeta even tells Jade, strikingly, that one might learn to see beyond the barriers between selves. Be the ur-self, in practice, rather than theory. This would be incredible news for Jade, who wrestles with the issue of different selves perhaps more than any other character. (There’s a lot to say about Jade.)

Honestly, I wish this ur-self idea had been developed more, and I honestly expected it to be. It doesn’t fully come to fruition, I feel. (Same goes for Davepeta’s character. Ohhhh, ZING!) I’m not sure it entirely makes philosophical sense, especially with fusion—I mean, doesn’t Davepeta themself disprove it? Or at least complicate it? Like, are they part of the ur-Dave or the ur-Nepeta? They seem to imply they’re BOTH? Does that even work? Does that mean that Marieach is all the Peaches and Marios at once?

(In fact, Bowser/Peach/Mario are but the three manifestations of one eternal principle. Also, Bowser/Peach are the true power couple. Read my fanfiction plz.)

And what, say, of Dirk, who ultimately ends up rejecting aspects of his other selves? It feels like there’s a lot more you could say here, and I wonder if Hussie would have said more, if he’d had time. What’s weird is, none of our victorious kids never reach an ur-self (though to their descendants, they become archetypal to some degree), which one might have expected. They’re just individual selves who happened to get lucky. Does that make them representative of the whole? It feels like something’s missing here, or like something got dropped at the last minute.

Same goes for the idea of the Ultimate Riddle. You’d be forgiven for missing it, but there’s been this riddle in the background lore of SBURB that seems to have something to do with personal agency in this overwhelming, overarching system. Karkat called it predestination, saying something like “ANY HOPE YOU HAD OF DOING THINGS OTHERWISE WAS JUST A RUSE.” But others have interpreted it more positively. My favorite interpretation, from bladekindeyewear: the answer to the Riddle is that YOU shape the timeline through your existence, personality, and choices, even when it looks like it’s all predestination. Ultimately it’s your predestination, your set of events, based deeply on your nature, that you are creating. Someone like Caliborn can use his innate personality to achieve power; someone like John might be able to use it to achieve freedom.

I definitely expected something like that to be expressed more explicitly. Like, a big ah-ha moment that helps John or Jade or whoever understand how to escape Caliborn’s system. Something like that would have been very helpful for a lot of our heroes, actually, who’ve been pushed around by Skaia and SBURB together, in finding a cathartic ending.  Once again, I wonder if something was dropped or rushed because there wasn’t time to put it all in. There’s places where you can see hints of that Answer being implied, maybe? But it’s kind of ambiguous.

You can see how the Answer to the Ultimate Riddle ties into some of Davepeta’s ideas. If your personality, the rules of your behavior are a fundamental archetype that goes beyond each individual self, then the answer to whether it matters if one self of yours makes it through to victory is an emphatic YES. You are all of those people, and by winning one round with Skaia, you’ve won the whole game, despite all the arbitrary challenges and deaths it heaps upon you along the way.

This may strike some as too positive for Skaia’s brutality, or again, some way of excusing flaws in many characters’ arcs, or unfair things that happen to them. To be fair, I don’t know that Davepeta’s necessarily meant to be taken as authoritative or the voice of Hussie. They may simply be offering a purrspective.

Hussie not choosing to come right out and engage with the Ultimate Riddle leaves the question of Dead Marios and what they mean for the victorious versions of our cast very open. I like that in some ways—let the reader decide—but I can’t help but wish we had more to work with in making that decision. Plus, it might have brought the thematic messages of Homestuck all the way home to tie them more closely to our characters and their experiences—character development being one of the things most people found most lacking in the ending.

NEXT TIME: All that wacky gnostic stuff probably

All Sweaty

Originally posted by soluscheese

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader, Sam x friend!plus sized!Reader
Word count: 1,102
Warnings: Swearing, low self-esteem

Part 2 of Fat and Beautiful

“Why can’t you be both?” He asked you. “Just because you’ve gained some weight doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. Who says you can’t be fat and beautiful? Fat isn’t a bad word, Y/N. Not at all.”

You wrapped your arms around him. “Maybe. It’ll take more than just that to feel okay, though. I think I’m going to move back in my old room for a few days. I can’t take sleeping next to him in next to nothing and him not touching me.”

Sam nodded. “Anything you need, sweetheart.”

You cried yourself to sleep in Sam’s arms, and he made sure you were really out before slipping from your arms. After he covered you up, he went to find his brother. He couldn’t stand to see you hurting, and he knew that Dean wasn’t doing this on purpose. Running his hand through his hair, he quietly shut the door. His shirt had a wet spot on it, but he didn’t care about that right now.

Sam found Dean in the library, feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair. The laptop was open on his lap, but from where Sam was, he couldn’t see what his brother was watching. Dean spotted Sam from over the back and shut the top, putting his feet down. “So?” He asked, looking worried.

Sitting, Sam shook his head. “She feels like shit, Dean.” He told him honestly. “Says she doesn’t think you’re attracted to her anymore.” Dean stared at him, confused. “I’m not gonna sit here and tell you word for word what she said, I’m not gonna tell you to go wake her up, but I will tell you that it’s bad enough that she’s moving out of your room for a few days.”

“What?” Dean felt like he was punched in the gut. “Why?”

“Why don’t you let her talk to you?” Sam suggested. “Or maybe think about how you’ve made her feel unattractive.” He added before getting up to get himself a cup of coffee, leaving Dean to think things over.

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Dancing On My Own: Part 1

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Language, Drinking, and Angst

Word Count: 637

Summary: Bucky Barnes never imagined himself falling in love with anyone, especially his best friend’s girl. While he had harbored secret feelings for you over the last few years he had always told himself if it was meant to happen it would. You were one of his closest friends, and the thought of losing you because of his own feelings paralyzed him. He hadn’t planned on Steve building up the sudden courage to ask you out on a casual date. Even as your relationship with Steve progressed Bucky held out hope that you would realize Steve wasn’t the man for you. Of course his plans were shot to hell when Steve decided to surprise everyone and propose to you on your birthday. Had he missed his shot, or would he be willing to risk both of his closest friendships in hopes of winning your heart?

Author’s Notes: This story came to me in bits and piece as I listened to “Dancing on My Own.” Everyone knows I’m a sucker for angst.

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Originally posted by kissesfrom--paris

Bucky sighed to himself as he turned back to the bar. He couldn’t continue to watch Steve twirling you on the dance floor – or the way you looked at Steve as you smiled brightly at him. He felt sick to his stomach with jealousy. He drained his glass of scotch and grimaced as he internally chastised himself for thinking of his best friend’s girl.

“I told you – you should have said something to her years ago,” Nat’s voice rang out beside him.

“Easier said than done,” he muttered miserably as he turned to look at the spectacle yet again. Steve had thrown you a surprise birthday party with all of your closest friends, and you were having the time of your life. “I just…” Bucky stopped himself before he could finish his sentence. It was bad enough to think it – he couldn’t bring himself to say it too.

“I know,” Nat replied softly with a sad smile as she placed her hand over Bucky’s. She had been the only person he had confided his feelings to when he was no longer able to keep them to himself. Of course he should have just manned up and told you to begin with. Maybe if he had done so he would be the one dancing with you and not Steve. Bucky groaned as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Come on Barnes,” Nat replied as she grabbed ahold of his hand.

“Where are we going?” he asked puzzled.

“I’m taking you dancing,” she replied with a grin as he reluctantly followed her to the dance floor.

You were having the time of your life as Steve twirled you around. “Okay, stop stop!” You squealed, completely out of breath, as he brought your body close to his. “Some of us aren’t super soldiers!” you laughed as Steve chuckled. “Where’s Bucky?” you asked concerned as you scanned the dance floor.

“Over there with Nat,” Steve responded as he threw his chin in the direction of his best friend, who was laughing as he twirled Nat around. You felt a sudden pang of jealousy that you quickly swallowed down. You reasoned with yourself that you were just being protective of your best friend.

“How long has that been going on?” You asked – not masking your annoyance as well as you had hoped.

Steve laughed. “Buck’s a grown man – he can take care of himself Y/N. I assure you,” he responded as he squeezed you tightly to him.

You had been with Steve for over a year now, and most of it had been great. He was always the gentleman, and always went out of his way to go the extra mile. He was quite the fan of grand romantic gestures – which you appreciated. However, even with how great Steve had been you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. You had been trying to bury that nagging feeling desperately – how could something be missing when you were dating Captain America? There was just no way. Nevertheless, you were completely shocked when the music stopped, and Steve went down on one knee to the gasps of your friends.

Bucky froze at the sight of Steve lowering himself. “This cannot be fucking happening,” he muttered as Natasha crashed into him with an audible “Hey!”

“Oh shit,” Nat whispered as she followed Bucky’s gaze.

More than anything Bucky wanted to disappear. He couldn’t believe what was unfolding before him as Steve fished out a small box from his pocket and opened it to the oooohs and ahhhs of the crowd. Bucky’s eyes met yours and he swallowed hard. For a split second he noticed that your eyes seemed glazed over with fear – not excitement like those around you, and he silently prayed that the next words out of your mouth would be “No.”

Part Two

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Muse - “Something Sweet”

hi guys!!! this is gonna be a new series i’m starting ( if you’re into it ) – part two and part three

what??? a lin fic with an in the heights reference for the title?? groundbreaking am i right

i’ve never written before (wish me luck) and I know i’m very very very very new here but please gimme a moment of ur time and we can see how things go !!

summary: all nighters take a toll on everyone, but who knows? maybe a cup of cheap coffee really can fix everything

word count: 1186

warnings: if you think a cute & stuttering young lin is gonna make ur heart feel too big for your rib cage then maybe this isn’t 4 u? also if you hate dumb grins, you should see urself out

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honestly @u fu

I’m so fucking pissed.

I worked a 7hr retail shift today at a fucking shoe store.

At 5min till closing our manager closes 3 out of 4 of our doors, and dims the light to signal people to leave.

At 3min till close FOUR groups of people waltzed right in. Like did you not get the hint when THREE doors were locked, the lights were half out, and my manager was standing right at the door with her keys ??

Three of the groups left real quick after being told we closed in two minutes.

When we did close I had to go over to this lady and her daughter and tell them to very politely SCRAM and get the fuck out. She’s like okok in a pissy voice and went up to the register to pay. I’m like w/e and go to check her out so we can close but right AFTER i total everything and i tell her, her damage she sends her daughter to go look at our H U G E wall of stockings bc ‘hey dont u need stockings for school’ = the first ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MOMENT

I very politely glare at her and i’m like are you all set? in my firm i’m annoyed as fuck but i kinda don’t wanna loose my job voice and the mom is like can u help her find her size. mind u our stocking wall has over 15 brands of stockings, approx like 25 colors of stockings and some colors have like 10 shades, and like 75 different styles. it’s a huge fucking stocking wall. = the second ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MOMENT

(read: this is now 9 minutes after close on christmas eve)

so i go over and i’m like wtf do u want in my polite voice and she’s like this in this size so i’m like ok and literally find it in 2 minutes when she couldn’t find it in like 5

so we go back to the register and the mom snatches it and is literally like FUCK NO in russian and tries to have this discussion about how stupid i am that i got the wrong tights but fuck them I’m Ukrainian and can understand everything they say :’’’’’’’’’’’’) good thing i didn’t have my name tag on bc they would have known hahahaha = the third are you FUCKING KIDDING ME MOMENT

so they’re arguing and i’m like is this it? and the mom turns and goes STOP BEING SO RUDE AND RUSHING US and i give her the tilted head snarl face an I’m like we closed 15 minutes ago

(read: this is now like 15 minutes after closing time)

so they’re standing there arguing in russian about me and the socks and my manager finally gets po’d enough that she comes over and is like can i help you find anything we have been closed for 15 minutes and i need to close the store. and the lady starts to say something changes her mind mid sentances and then goes THIS IS THE WORST CUSTOMER SERVICE I’VE EVER EXPERIENCE AND IT’S CHRISTMAS. YOU’D THINK YOU COULD NICELY HELP ME ON CHRISTMAS, IT’S YOUR job. =read fourth are you FUCKING KIDDING ME MOMENT

 My manager literally stares at her and finally goes we closed 17 minutes ago. We’re are now working on our own time and we want to go home to spend time with our families on the holiday. This lady literally glares at her and goes but you’re here, what is the difference if I shop here until you leave or not. You are getting my money if I stay = read fifth are you FUCKING KIDDING ME MOMENT

anyway long story short she finally pays for her shoes and some tights her daughter picked out while her mom yelled at us…. and tbh i should have bit my tongue but as she was grabbing her bag handles I told the lady that our website is open 24/7 with the same price as if she would order the shoes in store (aka what she wanted to do, but dry anal fuck me if I was going to ring her in-store purchase and THEN open up the online ordering system and order her shoes for her (a 5~ minute process) 35 minutes after our store closed) or she could come back at 9am Monday when we reopen in Ukrainian but the fucking look on that bitch’s face was priceless  because in that moment she knew that i knew every piece of shit she just talked about me right in front of my face. 

anyway^2 moral of the story is DON’T BE A DOUCHE AND LEAVE WHEN STORES CLOSE


“Fight Me”

“Fight Me” - One Shot

Bruce Wayne x Reader

My Full Masterlist - Here

Word Count: 1509

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Reader lives with her long time friend, Bruce, and Alfred. After a particularly hard day, the reader has a bit of a meltdown and Bruce helps.

Originally posted by gothamfox

Author’s Note: Welcome to my first Bruce Wayne x Reader fic. I don’t usually read or write for this character, but this idea popped into my head and I ran with it. I am pleased with it and feel good writing it. Writing is therapeutic for me.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!



Tags (If you want to be removed, please let me know!): @luciebell-writes , @welcome-to-cobblepothell 

    You were in college to originally follow your family’s footsteps and become a doctor. After one semester of the required classes for you major, you couldn’t handle it. Deciding to follow your true passion, you changed your major to fashion and costume design. As soon as your parents heard about this, they cut you off. You already had a kind of strained relationship with your parents. They didn’t accept a lot of your choices or respect your opinions. Apparently this was the breaking point for them.

    Thank god for your best friend. While you insisted that you were okay and didn’t want to be an inconvenience, Bruce Wayne assured you that you were not a problem and practically moved you in as soon as he heard the situation. Not only did Bruce want you to move in after what happened, Alfred insisted.

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Bad Dates

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 747
Warnings: Swearing
Request: Anonymous. For requests could I request a sister one. Maybe she’s struggling with the whole hunters don’t really do relationship thing and the boys help her?

Walking in the motel room that you shared with your brothers, you flopped on the bed and groaned. Sam chuckled and raised an eyebrow from the other bed. “Problem?”

“Boys are stupid.” You muttered, not looking up at him.

Dean sipped his beer and nudged the top of your head with his foot, making you swat at him. “Sweetheart, you’re in your 20s. You shouldn’t be seeing boys.” He teased you. “Although, I know what men are like.” Dean added before taking another swig of his beer. “You sure you don’t dig chicks?” He chuckled.

Rolling over to your back, you flipped him off. “Shove it, Dean.” You sighed, closing your eyes.

“What happened?” Sam asked, much gentler than Dean, but it had always been that way.

“We’re hunters. That’s what happened.” You shrugged, your fingers laced together over your ribs. “Hunters don’t do normal- including relationships.” The boys glanced at each other for a moment, both knowing where this was going. “You know that, Dean.” Looking up at him, you saw him nod. “Leon asked me on a date, so I got my hopes up.” Your eyes were now closed, so you didn’t see his jaw clench. “Was less of a date and more of a ‘hang out and hook up’ deal.”

Dean was not happy to hear that. “Did that fucker get handsy?” He ground out.

Sitting up, you sighed and shook your head. “No. I figured it out pretty quick. I think he wound up leaving with some other girl.” Kicking your shoes off you crawled up to the pillow and flopped down, your hands under the pillow. “Like, too bad I’m not all that into one night stands.” You muttered.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Im from germany and i want to study design. Do you have any pieces of advise regarding applications and surviving the classes and stuff like that? :) (I wrote this in english just in case anyone might need some help as well!) Thank u! (Btw ur art is fucking amazing. You seem to struggle a bit lately, but i guarantee that there will be better days. Just dont be too hard on yourself. Sorry this ask is quite long.)

For the application I can just say, show as much as possible. They want to see how versatile you are, try to make something different than others do. Usually they give you a theme for your application works, so try to come up with something unique that fits the theme. It’s also a bad idea to copy stuff from pinterest, because usually they know. Try to show them yourself, they like personal things. They also want to see how you got the ideas, so add all the sketches, save them all. It doesn’t matter how they look. They love seeing your work progress. You can also add some stuff that you drew a while back. Put a date on it from when it’s been, so they can see how much you improved. Start with your best work and end it with your other best work. Inbetween can be the quantity stuff, I would alternate it all the time and the last thing they see is your best stuff. They wont accept you, if you don’t have enough works, so don’t be too picky. (Like I had a lot of struggle getting to the minimum because I am a perfectionist, when it comes to school art, but my friend who was already studying design, told me I should add all the other stuff as well). The presentation form is also kinda important. So I would say get a good portfolio case with plastic pockets. It always makes it look cleaner and more professional. 

After you got accepted comes the struggle of time management. Start with everything as soon as possible. Get a calender. Take a lot of notes and listen carefully, ask questions if you didn’t understand something, because damn, design teachers can be shit at describing tasks. (They love to let it open as much as possible but with that they might forget the most important thing, so always ask if there is anything to focus on). Tell your teacher when you struggle, they are there to help you. And most of them are really nice about it. At the end of every semester you will grade your teacher, so they WILL be nice to you, to get good grades as well (the struggle never ends lol) All in all, try to be nice to the teachers because sympathy grading is a thing. 
If you don’t need a scholarship, don’t focus too much on grades, because in the end all that matters is your portfolio anyways. Nobody cares about your design grade in germany. Do what makes you happy, especially for the semester projects, because if you have fun doing it, it will turn out better. 

Hope this helped <3 

Vielen lieben dank für die Komplimente und so. Das bedeutet mir sehr viel :)
Ich wünsche dir sehr viel Erfolg bei deiner Bewerbung und hoffe, dass du angenommen wirst! Hab noch einen wunderschönen tag <3

anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!

Taekook Fic Recs

Thought I’d do an updated one because I literally have 100 fics in my bookmarks on AO3. I seriously spent my entire summer just reading. :’) Obvi, i’m not gonna add all 100, maybe like 30 or something though.

1. Lupus Tales by kpopismydrug

-three amazing works so far (Lupi, Just Us, Us vs Them) and more to come

-201k words of pure adorableness 

-whipped and pining jungkook!!!!!!!

-college student taehyung!

-slow build so it’s not too rushed. totally worth it.

2. i’ll be a man (of you, you, you babe) by monsterplaza

-university au!

-blind dates that jungkook doesn’t wanna go on and taehyung hilariously saving jungkook each time


-literally the smut it topnotch

-18.9k words

3. Maybe we can be (each other’s company) by foolishbangtan

-fanboy taehyung!! and idol jungkook!1

-taetae is an art student and hnnngggg


-57k words

4. Taste of Ink by sugamins

-gang au!!

-sugakookie are bff goals aswell as vmin

-taehyung is literally harley quinn/joker in this. fight me if you don’t agree.

-128k words

5. House of Cards by sugamins

-wouldn’t recommend if you don’t like violence bc it’s rlly detailed w/ the gore

-also don’t read if you dont like vminkook together. (it was hard for me to read the jikook and vmin parts but i survived yall)

-made me wtf a lot

-just yes

-394k words (it took me a whole day to read it and i got no sleep)

6. you’re the closest to heaven i’ll ever be by aeterisks

-smut smut smut smut smut. literally a-level smut i cANNOT

-DJ JUNGKOOK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-RICH club owner taehyUNG

-pls help this was so gOOD

-27.7k words

7. talking body by aeterisks


-mirror SeX!!!!!

-yesyesyesyes and yes

-4.9k words

8. cut out all the ropes (let them fall) by aeterisks

-model!tae and photographer!jeon

-they hate each other but then :-))))

-so fluffy and the porn is 10/10

-angst had me shook

-76.7k words

9. Whatta Man (Good Man) by aeterisks

-if u couldn’t tell already i’m lowkey promoting raquel’s works

-shy jeon turns out to be a horny little shit that runs a porn blog

-whipped for tae

-no sex but still porn. always porn.

-7.8k words

10. all the right wrongs by aeterisks





-it’s so cute i cried

-34k words

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Roommate Agreement (Final)

Summary: Based off of this: a superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates and they keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: And I’m done. Kinda half-assed it, so sorry if it sucks. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 453

Previous Part: Part Fifteen

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

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Wrong Target

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 902

Part 1 of From the Other Side

Dean could hear you walking into the library, but kept his eyes on the screen. Everything was stressing him out, and it was just one thing after another. Hell, sometimes he couldn’t even figure out what was bothering him. Glancing at the burger, he quickly went back to work. “You use the mustard I like?” He asked. There were very few things in the bunker that didn’t wind up being shared- his mustard being one of them. After Sam had used the last of it, that was it.

“Yup!” You sounded happy about that, making the corner of his mouth move slightly.

Licking his lips, he went on. “Not bloody, right?” He liked his burgers medium-rare, not like he was a damn vampire again drinking blood.

He saw you shake your head from the corner of his eye. “No, I’ve gotten pretty good at that. I’ve worked it out to timing it perfectly.” Dean had to admit, that was true. The first time you’d cooked him a burger, he wound up basically hosting a cooking lesson just for you. He thought it was cute how intently you listened to him. “Seasoned the burger with salt and pepper while it cooked, as well.” That he taught you by making two pieces of chicken. One seasoned, one not. You tasted both and it hit you what a difference it made.

Dean picked up his burger, his mouth watering, and took a bite. “Awe, come on.” He groaned, getting up to walk past you, chewing his bite quickly. “Barely any mustard, none of my damn pickles, and could have been cooked a couple minutes longer.” Honestly, he really didn’t care all that much, but with everything else- he blew it out of proportion.

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Bleach 686

Guys, this is the last time I’m ever gonna address anything regarding bleach. I hope everyone respects that, especially the people who are gonna go anon and bash me for posting this after everything.


 The last chapters of bleach were pure disappointment not because my two main ships didn’t work out the way I wanted it to but I couldn’t really make any sense of it. I’m sorry as a manga, bleach really lost its pace. I spent 10 years with this manga and I was here to see till the end. I invested a lot of time and energy into this fandom and everything. I really expected better from Kubo.


 I’m really happy for princess. She finally has a loving family and a child. I’m glad that she’s with Ichigo. If IchiHime was meant to be from the start then why so much emphasis on IchiRuki. He could have given  Orihime so much character development. So much more but no he made it seem as if she only existed for Ichigo. I actually believed that Kubo was one of those writers that would actually make IshiHime canon.


  • IshiHime was a ship that could have portrayed the fact that, you don’t always find love in the places you look for but sometimes you find it in the most unexpected places, from a person that loved you from the start even though you never loved them back.  This is coming from my personal experiance entirely I’ve liked this guy for 5 years and IshiHime really gave me hope that one day I will find someone that will love me as much as I love them.

Orihime was a very decent and humble character. I loved her and enjoyed her warm and caring nature but she could have been such a badass as an individual. She was never mean or a bitch to anyone ever and neither was Rukia (please do note that) I dont understand why would he put Ichigo and Rukia together panel after panel with all his shippy gear on. Orihime had more better interactions with Chad and Uryu than she ever had with Ichigo. If Kubo had sold her and Ichigo as black sun and white sun from the start, man I would have shipped the shit out of it.

Third: I hated how Kubo made Chad and Uryuu something that they never wanted to be.

Uryu hated his dad most his life. He never wanted to follow his dads footsteps, which is why the song numb by linkin park reminded me of him so much. He had been misunderstood by most of his friends and even the readers in the first chapters but that cunty, snooty boy came to understand that friendship is one of the most strongest bond to exist. This arc should have  been about him and Ichigo abd their past and origins. Ichigo, who kept getting his bankai broken over and over again. Why couldn’t they just tag team the two of them for the last time?
Uryu didn’t have a mother, his father treated him as a low life runt. Even Isshin tried. He did try to understand Ichigo not with the best method to do so but he still tried where as Uryu’s father didn’t. I think Orihime and Uryu really deserved each other. In an alternate ending I could have imagined him to be a world class designer and Orihime by his side doing whatever makes her happy perhaps a very nice cafe with interesting serving, where the customers only came to eat and would be disappointed by the food but melt and forget the bad taste the food left on their mouth as soon as Orihime would flash her beautiful smile at them (Sigh).

Chad promised he’d never hurt anyone with his fists but help others lol. Really? a boxer? I hated this THE MOST. Chad really deserved better, even though he looked hot as fuck in the panels where he was shown. I think he should have owned a record store or made good mexican music or he could have been the doctor or worked at Kurosaki clinic or something, anything other than being a boxer would have suited him more.

Fourth: Why didn’t Kubo show or complete the states that the other characters were in. I really hoped they would show some Jinta/Yuzu or something regarding Urahara and Yoruichi who helped Ichigo achieve bankai and trained him so he could be strong and protect his friends.
Is Isshin Kurosaki dead? because that would just be sad. I could imagine him to be a great grandparent to Kazui. Kubo really should have at least mentioned this much but he didn’t. I could go on and on about how bad the chapter was but I’m gonna stop now and start pouring my shipper heart out.

Last and the most important topic I wanted to address is my otp, IchiRuki.

I’m sorry to all the IchiRuki shippers that got their hearts and hoped shattered into a million pieces after 686. I feel betrayed and angry as well but let’s not be pricks and be the bigger person. I’m gonna make a request to all IchiHime shippers.
Firstly, congrats guys, princess finally ended up with the man of her dreams as an IchiRuki shipper I never hated on her or said anything mean about her. I’m glad that she’s happy even though it’s not boy I wanted her to end up with but despite everything, I am genuinely happy for her.

Second, I would be really happy if some of you weren’t not so hostile to IchiRuki shippers, please understand that a lot of people found peace in this ship and now they are a mess. Be humble comfort us, Orihime would never been like “yeah bitch I got the dude” instead she would tried and comfort us IchiRuki shippers, she would’ve started crying for an hour, binged on so much ice cream that she would get a tummy ache and fall asleep.

The picture above is the picture of the last IchiRuki coloured page I had made. I was so proud of this and now every time I open my notebook. I feel sad, beyond words. Ichigo and Rukia were the definition of soulmates. I wanted them to be together so bad. I can’t really express it in words about how I feel. I don’t remember a single day where I did not visit the IchiRuki tag. I’m disappointed a lot. So much build up for nothing. Kubo seemed like he threw the idea of IR down the window so suddenly, that I can’t even cope with it. I’d rather have dead characters than an ass pull ending like this. It’s so shitty and rushed. I feel like crying. I invested so much I don’t know what to do with all these beautiful colored pages I had made for this amazing ship. I’m devastated. Laugh at me all you want but I am so depressed with the ending. From the beginning I could see the chemistry and the electricity that Rukia and Ichigo gave off when they interacted. The SS arc, which is my most favorite arc was the biggest pillar that IchiRuki has something more than friendship. A bond of love and trust and what not lol I guess I’m a little delusional. Let’s take  moment to honor this beautiful ship one more time and move on. Thank you every good anon, some great blogs like @peachtiger, @icchiruki, @50shadesofichigo, @daethberry, @ishihime-4-ever and so many more. Thank you, I respect and love each one of you. Stay strong, this bond will always be unbreakable but still life goes on and we all have to move on.

Kubo really fucked up and the worst part is they plan to make a live action movie which I doubt will sell shit. I would never pay a dime to just watch actors waste their time by portraying incomplete roles lol.

Anyways I’m done. Thank you everyone, the Bleach, Ginran, IshiHime and Ichiruki fandom I love each and every one of you. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions and heartache and its time to move on. I’ll still follow all the blogs that I followed for IchiRuki and IshiHime. Have a nice life bleach fandom for as you lost one hardcore dedicated reader.

Thank you and Au Revoir.  💙 💙

Side note: I am extremely addled at the moment as I write this post. So sorry in advance if I managed to piss any of you off.

Oh and dont you dare and try to steal that great art. Thanks in advance. Much love. xoxo 💙 💙

So Emotional

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

Pairing: Dean x friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 1,172
Warnings: Slight angst, swearing

Part 11 of a Cajun and a Gamer

As time moved on, you found yourself crying less. Not that it stopped hurting, but that you were wearing yourself down. Sam kept his promise, and had stayed with you two days before having to head to work. Now he checked in on you a few times a week, sometimes dropping off something for dinner.

Until he went in your fridge, and saw that you’d barely touched them. The most taken was out of the chicken and rice he had brought you- and that was only about half. Shaking his head, he let out a small sigh and grabbed a water. “Y/N?” He started, moving back to the living room. “Why aren’t you eating?” His eyes were full of concern.

“I eat.” You shrugged. “I just stop when I’m not hungry anymore.” It didn’t seem that big a deal to you.

Sam sat next to you, taking your hand in his. “We’re worried about you.” He hadn’t been hit as hard as you and Dean, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. “RJ makes everything I bring you, ya know.” He told you softly. “Keeps asking for you to come over for games and pizza, but I keep telling her you aren’t ready. It worries her, too. You’re shutting everyone out.”

You stared at the ground. “I’m sorry, Sammy.” You sighed. “I don’t mean to.” How were you supposed to explain this to him? You could barely put your thoughts into words, let alone enough for him to understand.

“I’m here for you, and I know I was a dick for awhile there. You know the Winchester men.” He teased lightly. “Tempers, stubbornness, and…well…” He shrugged, knowing that you understood. “Look, I’ll tell Dean to come over after work. Maybe you’ll open up to him more just for the fact that he lost his best friend, and he feels that pain, too. Okay?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to block you out. I just…I don’t know where to start, or how to put this into words.” You looked up at him.

Sam kissed your forehead. “I’ll come by again soon. Maybe next time we’ll game for a bit, distract you.”

Nodding, you gave him a sad smile. “I’d like that.”

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Burnt Brownies (Part 25--Finale)

Title: Burnt Brownies 

Summary: Sometimes a horrible moment can be a blessing in disguise.  You learn this first hand when you manage to start a fire from a burnt pan of brownies. Firefighter AU. 

Warnings: Fluff.  Minor danger.  Fluffy fluffy fluff fluff

Burnt Brownies Master Post

Masterlist of Fan Fiction  

Originally posted by jenmish

 Chapter 25–Finale

 ~1 Year Later~

 Castiel was fast asleep…was being the operative word.  There was something that was making him wake from his slumber.  His first instinct was to reach over and pull you closer.  But…

His eyes opened as he ran his hand over the empty bed.  “Brownie?”  He called out.  He looked over to the bathroom, you weren’t there.  He sat up and realized that Balthy was also gone.  After you moved in, it became clear which human was Balthy’s favorite…and it wasn’t Cas.  

A sound woke Cas from his thoughts.  He knew that sound…that familiar beeping nose.  Oh, shit! “FIRE!”  Cas bolted out of bed and raced down the stairs, following the sound of the fire alarm. He was in work mode now.  It was coming from the kitchen, as was the smoke. He quickly snatched up a little fire extinguisher and tore into the room.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any good ereri fics you can recommend? I am seriously lost and I can't find good ones anymore ;-; they could be one-shots, finished fics or still on going, whichever you want, but please help me ç-ç

oh my anon, u r in for a ride~~ i forgot way many fics off of this list probably, but hopefully u will find something to read here!! when it comes to fics i only read complete fics w fairly happy endings, and also for some reason i seem to prefer one/twoshots ??? and like i dont give a flying cock abt who tops/bottoms, ngl i am a huge slut for bottom eren but like i dont differentiate w ereri/riren

u’ve probably had the same couple of fics recced at u thousand times so here are also some lesser known ones that are way fuckin great in my opinion and deserve more recognition~~ i tried to avoid featuring more than one fic from each author but pls check out their other work as well!!

classic ereris

words are trivial - the first ever ereri fic i read and i was instantly i n l o v e like gdi they are so ic in this one and its super realistic tbh p l s read this its great, exactly how i would imagine ereris happening in canon

five years time - m an y e e s s !!! continuing with the classic ereris bc im always a slut for touch-starved eren tbh. the only problem i have w this fic is that i need like 100000k more of it

the misanthrope - this fic srsly needs to be recced more!!!! i dont understand why this isnt on every person’s rec list bc this right here is the very definition of classic ereris. canonverse au, cutie eren meets grumpy scouting legion veteran levi.

playing favorites - this is literally so what i am about ,this is everything iwant in life pls i need more ereri fics like this i cant function srsly when i think abt this fico kok, levi spoils eren bc lbr that boy deserves all the nice things

morning breath - maaan this is just really nice and smooth and leisurely, def a classic piece of ereri

not to curry flavor - two of my favorite things, ereri and descriptions of food~~ levi worries for his lil cutie and cooks him a meal

the art of wooing - okokok i dont like reccing several fics from the same author but this is too cute!!!! titan eren woos levi w rocks!!! pls read!!!!

cool ass aus

pastel eren - yyyYYWEEEEAAA pastel eren!!! i love pastel eren in case u havent noticed

wisdom lost - yeEEE this was super great and hilarious, eren gets his wisdom teeth remove and is rly damn high and then they fuck~~ 

look at me (the way i look at you) - MY CHRISTMAS PRESETN!!!! its super fluffy and cute, and u can def read this even if its not christmas. eren gets sick and levi cares for him and pines hardcore

always - do u wanna cry~~ short as balls and sad but also fluffy

window washer au - a number of drabbles abt window washer eren and office worker levi whos smitten w him~~ 

gross kinks

what a catch - pwp daddy kink, i have no excuses tbh u can judge me all u want lol

blood sticks - and now for something completely different ahahahahahahahhhhhh. sorry i know i am a terrible person and ok the violent descriptions kinda make me cringe but ngl i love a masochistic eren

precious gift - ok o kok so before u unfollow me for reccing this, pls consider a moment. theres some srs noncon and other fucked up shit right here, but the author recognizes it and doesnt try to pass it off as a healthy relationship. the petplay here is written rly damn well like a+++

the greatest view - ahahaaa compared to the others this isnt actually gross at all, some great bondage and dirty talk and praise kink and bottom levi

forest boy - frickles in the woods~~ idk somehow this has a rly beautiful mood 

dragon’s blood - rly damn sensual pwp, like holy hell man and omg i jUST NOTICED RIGHT NOW THIS IS BY RARYU???? WTF I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS UR FIC OMG IM DUMB

coming clean - literally super filthy smut, oh my~~ 

didn’t find anything nice and now are forever disgusted by my tastes? here are some other peoples’ rec lists:

cat’s recs (both ongoing and finished and also pwps, quality person and an ereri connoisseur, we have remarkably similar tastes loool)

fuzzyporcupine’s recs (a fuckload of fics, rly damn well organized, most of them quality except for that one dentist au lol who even wrote that) (srsly this was the first ever rec page i ever found my stuff on and promptly shat a brick)

bfketh’s smut recs aaayy (so many dicks, also some erurirens so avert ur eyes if that isnt ur thing)

vaneh’s recs (rly damn aesthetic posts, will look way pretty on ur blog when u reblog them, well organized and described, the only downside is that a few of my fics r on here lol) (but tbh if ur following me then im p sure that u dont mind this type of content)

pom-pom-pomodoro’s fluffy recs (!!!!fluffy, u had me at fluffy)

kitty’s fic recs (rly damn quality person once again, a lot of well known fics but tbh u will probs find trashy porn as well bc she loves ass)

corporalmizuki’s recs (other ships than ereri also included)

and also the ereri fic rec tag, its p quiet there most of the time but ive found a couple of nice things there~~

As we burst into color // michael clifford au

pairing: michael x reader

word count: 5,114

i had fun writing this and i love how it turned out! i hope you guys like it as well xx

Michael sighed to himself, resting his head on his hand as he continued to listen to his best friend ramble from the other side of the table. “Your eyes! They’re…they’re bright! And green!”

“Luke, green has no fucking context with me. I don’t know what it looks like since my entire world is still in fucking black and white.” He said, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

“I know, mate, but it’s really insane. Like your hair is bright purple right now, but you have no idea!” He exclaimed, jutting his arms towards the dyed hair on Michael’s head. “How is that even possible?”

“I dunno, Luke, I just picked out a different shade of hair dye that was a slightly darker shade of gray to me.” He looked up at the fringe that rest on his forehead. “Everything is just gray and boring and it sucks.”

“Hey, but you’ll get to see in color soon! You’ll find the one soon enough, and when you do…” He trailed off, his lips curling into a smile as he found the words to describe it. “It’s life-changing.”

“I bet it is.” Michael said, trying his hardest not to pout in disappointment or look too spiteful towards his friend who had gained the seemingly unattainable luxury of seeing life in color, as well as meeting his soulmate.

Michael has heard countless rumors of how beautiful color was; his parents could barely go a day without making a remark about how breath-taking the sky looks during sunrises and sunsets, or how in the Spring, the flowers in their front yard bloom into an array of hues, all unique and all so vibrant. He had a burning desire within him to see the colors for himself. 

But here he sat, jealous of his friend seeing in color before he did. 

All Michael wanted to do was see in color, especially after seeing Luke get so excited over it. Luke seemed so incredibly happy, probably happier than Michael’s ever seen him before. And that boy is happy on Mondays at 7 in the morning. But now, being able to see color and see everything differently? Brighter, clearer, richer? It’s like Luke won a million dollars.

In all actuality, though, he won Michael’s million dollars too. 

It was now that Michael began to lose hope; sure, he was still in his 20s, but he wasn’t getting any younger and he felt in his prime. Right now, he was in tune with who he was and was happy with who that person is. He didn’t want to have to wait around any longer, growing older and wasting time when he could be falling in love with, or at least meeting, his soulmate.

Luke’s phone began to ring in his back pocket, and his hand immediately reached for it, answering his girl. “Hey babe.” He breathed, relaxing into the seat. Michael rolled his eyes at how a grin crossed Luke’s face, showing no sign of budging.

He waited for his friend to get off the phone, crossing his arms in a childish fashion and curiously looking around, trying to distract himself from the disgustingly cute conversation he was having. 

“Alright…I love you…no I love you more! Okay fine…see you in a bit. Bye love.” He hung up, and before he could bid a farewell to his friend, Michael cut in.

“You’ve known her 2 days and you’re already telling each other you love one another?!” He asked in disbelief.

Luke just shrugged. “We’re soulmates, Mike. Which means we’re destined to love each other. What’s the point in wasting time trying to fall in love when we know that’s how it’ll end up? It’s indescribable; there’s just this feeling I get in my chest when I think about her…it’s the best feeling in the world.” Michael didn’t know how to answer him, since what Luke said made sense. It did, however, manage to make him even more envious. “I have to go. Text you later?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Michael said, even more annoyed at the fact that Luke had to go so soon. 

And so, Luke walked off, admiring all the colors around him, while Michael sat alone, amid black and white and a whole lot of gray.

He stared at the bush, knitting his eyebrows together as his eyes stayed fixated on the blooming flowers. Onlookers glanced his way, trying to figure out why a grown adult was staring at a shrub, not so much as moving an inch.

His reasoning, though quite dumb, was that maybe if he stared at it long enough, some semblance of color would appear. He recognized the flowers from his old house, when he was still living with his parents during his childhood. His mom had many bushes identical to these in their front yard, and every spring, large flowers would bloom, scattered on the surface of the shrub. Michael saw them every day as he walked home from school, the foliage demanding attention from any passerby. 

And yet here was the same flower bush, on the other side of the globe, in some small little park Michael had found his way to.

He had decided to walk back from work today, rather than riding the subway 7 blocks or so. After cutting through some concrete parks, with the building walls painted in grayscale of magnificent murals of all kinds, the same thought of “I’ll probably never get to see what this graffiti looks like in color” stuck in the back of his mind. 

Again, the same doubt overcame him, and he made his way to a nearby park, spotting the familiar flower, and now here he stands.

The longer he stared at it, the more frustrated he got. He had memories of his mom fawning over them for their beauty, and he grew more sad that he wasn’t able to experience it. 

In the coming seconds, though, something odd happened.

Craning his head to the side, thinking maybe a different viewpoint would grant him his wish, he squinted, trying to focus. All of a sudden, the grays started to lighten, a consistent flash of muted pinks and greens and oranges becoming very apparent to the young adult. His eyes widened as the color intensified, and for a minute, he began to think “Is my soulmate reallya flower?” 

Obviously, he was wrong.

“You know, it’s not going to move no matter how long you stare at it.” He heard someone say from beside him, turning his head to see a girl putting her bag down on a bench no more than 4 meters from him.

He looked at her, and the second her eyes flickered up to meet his, both of their worlds hit full potential, bold splashes of teals and yellows and reds and blues replacing the boring grays.

Michael and the stranger both blinked rapidly, their eyes adjusting to the sudden change. The first thing he noticed about the girl was her bright pink lipstick, and she noticed his enchanting green eyes.

They were both speechless, but Michael was the first to manage some phrase to break the silence. “Do you see it too?”

She laughed, and nodded. “Yeah. And holy shit, you’re eyes are gorgeous.”

The compliment made his cheeks flare up a bright pink color, as if mirroring her makeup. He took the initiative to step closer to her, not really sure what to do next. He’s never met any soulmate in his life before. But, he felt it was most natural to just hug her, a simple yet friendly gesture.

“Does this make you as happy as it makes me?” He asked, holding onto the girl, his eyes wide open and taking in the scenery around him, a hundred times more beautiful.

He heard a sniffle come from the girl, and he retreated, worried that he said something wrong or made her sad in some way. “Oh my god, please don’t cry! I’m sorry, I’m probably not the guy you wanted to end up with in your life because I know I’m ugly and not really that thin, but–”

“No,” She cut him off, a cheerful smile appearing. “I’m so fucking happy right now. That’s why I’m crying.”

“Oh,” He was so relieved, letting go of a breath he was anxiously holding. He pulled her towards him again, feeling her smile against his chest. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, so happy that he had met her. “Y’know, I didn’t think this was ever going to happen.”

“Me neither.” They both let go of themselves, their hands subconsciously finding one another’s between them. “Didn’t think I was really going to be this happy, even though we’ve known each other, like, 15 seconds.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s just how this world works. Weird, isn’t it?” She nodded in agreement. “Uh, my name’s Michael, by the way. You probably would need to know that at some point.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at how awkwardly cute he was being right now. “I’m Thalia.”

“You’re really pretty, Thalia.” He said, taking in each detail of her face. “Like, way prettier than anyone I could ever guess I’d end up with for the rest of my life.”

“That’s sweet of you, really. To be honest, I never thought I’d end up with someone who had purple hair.” 

“If we’re being honest, I wouldn’t have chosen it to be this color if I knew what purple really looked like. I just chose a different shade of gray.” He admitted, taking a piece of his fringe in his hand and holding it away from his face so he could see it’s true color.

“You should dye it pink, or something.” She suggested, her eyes lighting up at the idea. “You’d look adorable with pink hair.”

He couldn’t stop a chuckle from falling from his lips. “That might be a bit of a stretch, but maybe I will one day.” Secretly, he knew he would end up dying it that color one day. Just for her; to make her happy.

The couple found their way out of the park and heading down the street to a nearby coffee shop, so they could chat about their lives and familiarize each other with their likes, dislikes, and who they really were. Michael knew her all of 20 minutes by the time he looked her in the eyes and felt something flutter throughout his body. 

He just listened to her and watched her with loving eyes.

She smiled as she spoke.

His heart skipped a beat.

She stopped speaking, taking a moment to admire him.

He knew what she was doing.

She giggled to herself.

He raised an eyebrow.

She bit her lip, then spoke. “It’s just…how did I get so lucky?”

His heart swelled at her words.

She noticed the effect her comment had.

He had fallen in love.

And so had she.

Michael now understood how Luke loved Georgie, his soulmate, so easily. He took life as it was given to him: he was fated to fall in love with someone to the start. So, nothing seemed forced between him and Thalia. Everything happened organically, like it was meant to be. Because, it truthfully was meant to be. That’s what the point of life was. Meet the person you’re meant to spend your life with, fall in love–which comes extremely easily, as Michael found out–and embrace everything life with that person has to offer. 

It was like something out of a movie, Michael always thought to himself. And somehow he was lucky enough to star in his own little movie with the girl in his life he loved more than anything.

It being close to midnight, Thalia was already in bed, the book she was currently in the middle of in her hands. Michael walking out of the bathroom caught her attention, making her divert her gaze towards her boyfriend and smile fondly at him. “Hi baby.”

He hummed at the pet name, crawling into bed beside her and pressing a long kiss to her jawline. “Mmm, you tired, love?” He questioned, softly placing kisses all down her neck.

“Just a little.” She replied, closing her book and turning on her side to face him, which stopped him from his previous actions. He pouted, and she just kissed his nose. “How was your day, baby?”

Michael looked up into her eyes, which were still bright and full of life despite the room being mostly dark. He noticed her light blue t-shirt, how the large collar exposed her collarbones and a bit of her shoulder. “’S good, love. How was yours?”

“Well, I did miss you a bit, to be honest.” She cooed, bringing one of her fingers up to tangle around the short hairs on the side of his head. “’M glad you’re here now. You planning on dying this pink anytime soon?”

“Of course. You can even go pick out whichever shade of it you want.” He said, knowing she would love to dictate the bright color he would be dying his hair next.

A smug smirk tugged at her lips. “Can’t wait.”

Her hand slipped to behind his neck, drawing his face to hers and connecting their lips. Michael moaned lightly into her mouth as she tangled her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly at it while their mouths molding against each other, fitting perfectly. He gently bit her bottom lip, tugging at it and eliciting a moan from her. This caused him to grin, pushing her fully on her back and changing his position so he was hovering over her. From here, he could easily dip his head down to her neck, planting kisses all along it down to her collarbone, where he could mark all he wanted. His teeth sunk into her flesh, sucking harshly until he was sure there was a bruise left behind, a little piece of artwork left behind.

“I am so in love with you.” Thalia said, her voice lighter than air. Her eyes were fluttered closed in euphoria, savoring in the feeling of him marking her neck and collarbone.

Michael kissed over each of the left-behind hickeys before he moved up to be face to face with her. His hand ran up her thigh to the small of her back, pulling her body flush with his. “Oh, babe, I can guarantee that I love you way more.” Before she could protest, his lips were on hers again.

“You almost home?” Michael asked, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he poured himself a bowl of cereal for lunch.

Thalia mumbled a quick mhm as she wove in and out of traffic, glancing at the hair dye she had bought just for him. “I’ll be there in 5. You’re seriously going to go through with this?” 

“If it’ll make you happy, then of course I’ll do it.”

This made her smile. “You’re the best. I love you so much.”

“Love, we’ve been over this, I love you more. There’s no arguing that. Alright, see you in a bit.” He told her, hanging up the phone. Thalia smiled even wider, shutting her eyes for a second and realizing how lucky she was to have him.

Then all of a sudden, as Michael began to eat his cereal, everything went bleak.

The artificially colored cereal in Michael’s bowl instantly went from a rainbow to the infamous shades of gray Michael had grown to hate for the majority of his life. He looked down at the bowl in confusion, picking it up and examining it closer, blinking a few times to see if his mind was just playing tricks on him.

What the fuck…

He looked all around him, which appeared to be monochrome as well. What had used to be a red couch was now gray. The sunflowers in the vase on the kitchen table, gray. His hands, gray. His entire world had color ripped from it again.

And when people lose their ability to see color, it’s never a good ending.

He knew what losing this ability meant; he wasn’t stupid. He put his head in his hands, shielding his eyes so no tears would spill down his cheeks, but he was already too late. Streams of tears were coming hard from his eyes as he choked back sobs. He didn’t want to face the fact that he had lost Thalia. He physically couldn’t face the fact.

Michael reached for his phone next to him and called Luke. He had to tell someone. 

“Mike, what’s up? Luke greeted in his usual cheery tone.

Michael swallowed, trying to compose himself some, but he let out another sob. He couldn’t bear to say what had really happened out loud, truly because he didn’t want to face it. “I…I can’t see in color anymore.”

The line was silent. Luke nearly dropped his phone at what Michael said, his eyes glossing over as he digested the situation fully. “Oh my–Michael, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” 

“No I’m not fucking okay, Luke!” He cried, tears continuing to trickle down his face. “She’s gone. And I wasn’t there for her!” He exclaimed, beginning to blame himself out of sadness. “She was coming h-home, and she said s-she’d be here in just a few m-minutes, Luke. Somet-thing bad happened-d.”

“Look, I’m coming over, okay? I’ll see if I hear anything about her or if she’s miraculously okay or–”

“Luke, don’t you get it? Y-you don’t go back to seeing in black and white if your soulmate is still a-alive and okay.”

Michael was right, and Luke knew this. He just wanted to try and send some positive thoughts to his best friend. “I’m coming over.” And he hung up.

Michael let his phone drop to the ground as he cried harder. He remembered her face, how beautiful she was in color. Everything was so much prettier in color, he thought. It gave a certain liveliness to everything, that just made you want to smile. 

He remembered how she would tell him she loved him, and how she would always hug him or cuddled him at every chance she got. She loved being in Michael’s arms, where it felt safest. He loved being there to protect her.

And now, she was gone.

He tried to call her back, but to no avail. The line went straight to voice mail. He tried again, and again, and again.

Until finally, out of rage, he threw his phone at the wall. He didn’t care that the screen shattered into hundreds of pieces.

He stared at the broken pieces on the ground, a shaky breath passing through his parted lips. “I love you, Thalia.” He whispered to himself. “I love you so much.”

He whispered that same phrase to himself, tears silently falling from his eyes, up until Luke showed up. Michael thought he might help some, and so did Luke.

But really, nothing could help the hurt that Michael was going through now. It seemed the only thing that would make this situation better would be Thalia coming back.

Luke and Michael both knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He showed up, utilizing the spare key Michael gave him, and instantly saw Michael still sitting in the exact same spot since his world was drained of color, his head in his hands shielding his eyes from the blonde. Luke’s heart broke at the sight of his best friend. Walking over to him, Luke ran a hand through his hair. “Hey, Mike” 

Michael looked up at him, shaking his head as his lips trembled. “Your eyes aren’t that goddamn blue color anymore!” He cried, staring intently into Luke’s eyes, remembering how stunning they were.

His heart was in his throat, the beats so loud he could barely think and suddenly making it hard to breathe. He wiped his eyes with desperation, shutting them tightly as if that would make everything better. Michael was falling into a state of panic, everything spinning around him and getting too bright all too quickly. “She’s…she–” He couldn’t even speak right, he was so anxious. 

“Mike, you gotta breathe.” Luke instructed, kneeling down next to Michael. “You’re gonna start hyperventilating.”

Michael tried to nod, but it turned into more of a tremor, his body running cold as he screwed his eyes shut tighter, clenching his teeth to stop his whole body from shaking. Luke grabbed his wrists, pulling them away from his face and looking into Michael’s green eyes. “Michael, look at me, please.”

He shook his head. “S-she’s not…”

“Don’t talk, Michael. Just focus on your breathing. Here, match mine. C’mon, breathe with me…” 

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and being successful, he opened his eyes and looked at Luke, trying to steady his breathing. It was difficult at first, but after a few deep breaths to match Luke’s, his breathing ceased it’s prior wavering, and he no longer felt like he was about to pass out.

Luke released Michael’s wrists, getting up quickly and grabbing him a glass of water. He handed it to the boy. “How do you feel, bud?”

Michael took the glass graciously, taking a few short sips. “Not good.” 

Luke didn’t know what else to do other than to hear Michael out, since he knew Michael had so much to say. But Michael remained quiet, staring into the glass of water; it looked like a glass of his tears to him. He put the glass down, not wanting to drink anymore, and clasped his hands together, running his thumb along the anchor tattoo he got a few months ago, identical to the one on Thalia’s thumb. They were each other’s anchors, keeping one another grounded and remembering that they’re human, that they have their flaws, and yet are strong enough to get through anything. As long as they had each other.

Michael no longer had her, and he felt lost, like he didn’t know how he would with his life from here on out. He looked back at Luke. “She’s fucking gone.”

Another year in black and white, and Michael wasn’t the same.

He wouldn’t ever fully be back to the way he was, he thought, how in love and overall happy he was with his life. Was he crying every night over her memory? Certainly not. Did he long to fall in love again? Absolutely. But one thing’s for certain: he would never forget Thalia. Until the day he died, he would still love her. 

You’re the reason, the only reason...” Michael sang quietly to himself, taking a left out of the parking lot. He was still anxious as ever when he drives, and to keep himself preoccupied from the anxiety, he repeated the lyrics over and over.

This past year, these lyrics kept creeping into his mind, infecting his thoughts and distracting him from reality. He didn’t know where the came from, but just mumbling them only loud enough for him to hear when he was alone, somehow gave him comfort. It was odd, but it made him less anxious. It distracted him from the fact that his one true love was dead.

He continued to sing to himself.

Michael gripped the steering wheel, eyes focusing on the cars around him and making sure not to hit any of them. “Is it too late to bring us back to life?

The lyrics hung in the air as a sudden glimpse of shocking pink appeared in his view. It reflected in the mirror of the car in front of him, and needless to say, distracted the hell out of them. Michael ended up rear-ending the car, his eyes still transfixed on the color. 

“Goddammit!” You cursed, getting out of your car and walking around to the back to check the damage. You let out an annoyed sigh, running both hands through your hair as you awaited the person who hit you to come out of his car.

And that’s when you noticed the color of the sky above you start to darken, turning blue. You stared at it, furrowing your eyebrows as your heart rate increased. Does this mean…

Michael got out of his car, an expression of pure bewilderment on his face. “I’m so sorry! Listen, I’ll pay for it and everything, but just—”

You held a pointed finger at him, slightly trembling from the shock that it was him. “You…you’re my…”

“Soulmate?” Michael completed the statement. “I was just about to point that out.”

You laughed. “I don’t really think it needed pointing out, considering the fact that all of a sudden I can see the world is so much more colorful that I imagined.”

“Yeah, I was just gonna make sure it isn’t…wrong, or something.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

Quirking an eyebrow in confusion, you asked “Why would it be wrong?”

“I dunno, it’s just that I think it was wrong the last time.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head. “You’ve seen in color before?”

He nodded. “She died over a year ago.”

All of a sudden, you felt guilty. You didn’t really know why, but you felt like you weren’t supposed to be with him–like you were stealing him from someone. Like you were the person he was cheating with. You swallowed harshly. “Oh…I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, really. I’ve mostly gotten over it, and to be honest I didn’t think I would ever get another shot at the whole ‘soulmate’ thing. I guess I’m that lucky to run into you…quite literally.” He laughed gesturing towards their cars. “I’m really sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a little scratch; no big deal.” You said, sighing in relief that the damage was barely noticeable, if there was anything damaged.

The quick little “crash” you two were in went over smoothly with a police officer that showed up, and since there was really nothing significant done to either of your cars, you both left within minutes of it happening. And afterwards, Michael followed you down a few blocks to your apartment where you were previously headed. 

You showed him up the stairs to the small little flat you lived in, clutching his hand the entire way. And just as you were searching for your house key in your purse, Michael piped up.

“I’m a little worried though,” He said, keeping his eyes fixed on the bright pink lipstick; instead of regaining the sight of color all at once, the only thing in color to him was the lip color and the pale yellow dress she was wearing over a t-shirt. “I can’t see everything in color.”

Your heart sunk; what if he wasn’t the one? What if this was just some freak accident, and you weren’t his soulmate? The thought terrified you, mainly because you already were in love with his luminous green eyes and full, pink lips. Though you only knew him for a few minutes, you already felt a connection, and if he was ripped from you this early on–

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, waving a hand in front of your face to knock you out of the deep thought you were in.

You nodded, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking…maybe it has something to do with me being your, second soulmate, or something? Maybe it takes longer to regain it after you’ve had it once before.”

The suggestion made sense to Michael, and eased his confusion. “That makes sense.” 

Just then, as your eyes reconnected with his–though only for a second–the color washed over the irises, making Michael smile. “It’s coming back some; your eyes just changed.”

You don’t know what overcame you–maybe it was the way he talked, how soft his voice was; or if it was how gentle and loving he seemed–but you walked up to him and hugged him. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He smiled down at you. “I’m Michael. Y’know, Thalia–my first love–had on the exact same lipstick as you when we first met. It was the first thing that I could see in color again in your rear-view mirror; that’s how I ended up running into you in the first place, since the color caught me off guard so much.”

You looked into his eyes, leaning up and pecking the corner of his mouth, just a hint of the color left behind, barely noticeable. You held your breath the whole time, still a bit nervous, and yet it felt so right. It felt right to be in his arms, to be kissing his lips, to be felt loved by him.

Michael didn’t think he could ever fall in love in a day; he thought Luke was stupid for being so naive when it came to love and proclaiming his love to Georgie the day after they met. And here Michael was, holding you in his arms, connecting his lips to yours as if he were born to kiss you and love you. 

For a moment, Thalia left his mind. All he could focus on was you, and how you captivated him the second his eyes landed on you. To him, it felt more than right to be holding you, kissing you, loving you. Regardless of however long he’s known you.

Love was love, he thought. Whatever feeling his heart is going through, he couldn’t help. And sometimes the things that we can’t help end up being the most special.

Michael settled on that philosophy when he drew away from you, his world bursting into color, and somehow everything seemed a little brighter this time.

Gruesome Discover

Originally posted by horroroftruant

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 1,509
Warnings: Swearing, violence

Part 11 of Runaway

He had one last place to look- the back lot. If that’s where you were taken, there was a slim chance that you wouldn’t have fatal injuries. His stomach dropped as him and the others made their way in that direction, dread over what he had a feeling he would find.

Your corpse.

Negan made his way towards the last place you could be, his heart hammering in his chest. His men were nearly jogging to keep up. He burst through the tree line and his eyes went straight to you. There was a wooden pole maybe 10 feet in front of him, which you were tied to. Your hands were tied behind your back, you were kneeling, your head hung forward. He looked to the man on his left. “Find him.” He ordered. His man simply nodded and took off around the outside.

Slowly,  he moved forward. He could see blood now, and how your ankles were bound together and to the post. There was something forcing you to kneel, and your wrists were being rubbed raw from your body weight pulling on it.

Kneeling next to you, he held you up with one arm and cut the bindings with a knife. You groaned as you fell into him. The other men were scouting the area nearby, looking for Dwight, and anyone else who might have been involved. “Hank!” He called out, watching as one of them jog over. Negan motioned to Lucille. “You’re with me.” He stood, picking you up.

As he carried you, he made sure you were leaned into his chest. His jaw clenched as he controlled his breathing. He hadn’t even looked closely at you yet, he wanted to get you inside first.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR MY FOLLOWERS AND FRIENDS WHO ARE PIECES OF SHIT I hope your new year comes with happiness, prosperity, confidence, miracles, and self love. I wanted to thank the following people who have made my last couple of months on tumblr a second home.  

just wanted to shout out to these guys for being with me throughout the years because they knew me before I deactivated and we’re still friends to this day. I love you guys a lot and I’m sorry for constantly snapchatting but yah get used to it lol (and i swear over the past couple days, i came off as high but im really not lmfao. i just love puns and dumb questions) @miniheartfeels @kago-make-dean-some-pie @the-creepy-unicorn (you guys shes taking art requests on her art blog @drawing-unicorns and shes like phenomenal so go request) @idek-valentine @nikiforov-yuuri @kilin-trash @yer-a-fairytailwizard-natsu

My new mates that I made in like the first couple of months upon reactivation. You guys are like the Tumblr soulmates and I’m so thankful for you guys Punmasters: @erzawesome (bruh I keep on wanting to say your URL is aleena XD) @doctorwhodunit @cant-bokutouch-this WHY ARE ALL YALL DAMN NAME PUNS IM SICK OF YALL

 Tagging people by whatever category lol 

 The Floridians. What’s it like being closer to hell and how do y'all deal with hurricanes: @fucking-dragneel @fairytailsgemini 

 Some part of the USA that’s not close to me obvi: @gruviaforlife @idek-valentine @thecrowalchemist @thatartcorner @thatcrazyfangir1 @miss-zei @cosmicloveoftheages @melichamaa (i think youre from murica. i honestly dont know but just know i love you lol) @daydreamingburrito@lucyheartfiliaxxnatsudragneel @queenheiwa@neato-ft @thespace-dragon @blade-of-hope 

 The shade room: @googler49 @lillitu @madamevil

The Bi Bean Lancaster Machine: @black-cats-bring-good-luck (I really suck at holding convos so I apologize for you wanting to be my friend and I suck at trying to be lol) 

 The gif master: @anime-an-cats 

 The VIP/ Hall of Fame Follower: @khamillahsstrive 

 The “idek how we started but we just clicked”: and did you start drama -__- @senseichoptitties 

 Got damn Europeans like why y'all had to be born there: @rain-on-me @thevampgirl19 (she is my lil sister and ill gladly fight if you steal her away from me) @conyane (youre so precious. i know its legit only been like a couple of days since we started talking but youre honestly adorable and i hope you get out of your shy zone because people will love you just like how i do) @lucyheartfiliavevo @toomusiccheesecake @kasumifates (my response time is horrible so im sorry BUT  I DONT LIKE HOW YOU CAME TO ME SWEET AS EVER and you just lowkey a bish on some real shit like fight me) @pennytf @m-hamartithia 

My fellow Spanish people who plans to help my fluency although idk how so GOOD LUCK BUT I LOVE YALL THOUGH: @ginamontier (the love of the language has brought us together and our constant snapchatting brings us even closer. expect more coming your way cause you are stuck with me mwahahahahaha) @shinywings1 (AGAIN ALL I CAN DO IS APOLOGIZE. IVE BEEN ON AND OFF ON HERE but omg thank you so much like thank you for teaching me about the language as well as your culture as well. youre really fun to talk to like i was so hype when you said you were into fairy tail cause i thought we would only talk when it came to spanish lol) @nymphnayade (i owe you a lot cause youre too sweet and again i suck at responding) 

My fellow lovelies of Asia with time zones that make me wanna kms: @juviarainworld @asrainoyume @baerandish 

 Aye aye matey with a crickey crocodile(do you even say crikey): @meadowofstars 

 The marriage squad: @oneofthewolfchildren @nikiforov-yuuri @gay-trash-cats 

 And all these other lovely people! @be-a-super-human (im sorry for not responding a lot but thank you for the laughs and you just better be apart of a big magazine corporation when you get older) @wendychuu (dude your juvia is fine lol like you dont need to make a ‘better’ one like you wanted to. i reallly appreaciate it because it wasnt expected) @omgsniarf @aerithneko @thedragneellucy @janatscake @smashley-03 @mrsallsunday @liviona @watchmist1412 @awkwardyunyoo22 @leashykitty-chan @rigolotekitten @yvvri @ratcopters @erwiinsmith @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @phantompierce-okamoto @lucyheartfiliathecelestialmage @sanguine-fairy @endragoneel @tsunderegirl13 @tea-lief @jiyu-koya @buberryz @empowerlucy @unashamed-shipper @im-natsu-sure-about-this @imfabulous69 @indayiashow @impracticaldemon @envinxx @celestialgoddesslucy @illustraice @atrailof-whispers @roar-of-the-fire-dragon @roxychild94 @celestialmagelucy @celestiallucyheartfilia @blue-rika @hannahstokesy @zukosfangirl(how many damn blogs do you have lol cause i see them) @swagsorcist @celestialyukino77 @terironi @celestialheartmage  @aerithneko@lumenfairytail @lucy-heartflawless @phantompierce-okamoto @air-of-fire @nalumage @nalu-natic @tardisesandtitans @krystal-tsuki @lord-rogue @faelise @seilahtheshipper @natsu-dragmeme @natsu–firedragon @mangiepieft @avnai @seulil @alwaysnarichtsu @miraclealchemist @minammi @moonlustelara @fangirlingatmidnight @phantompierce-okamoto @passionmangas-mb @sagventurous @saradauchiha @akamethereaper @iceskatinghoe @heavenlybodiedjellal @icequeen009 @dreamsofria @stardresss @startgj @selenba @indayiashow @flip-a-dip-me-off @shadowhawthorne @starburstskies@llamabeansforllamas @doginshoe @christinelucka @dragneelmedown@lilawinters112299 @eesaflo @raprap-kun @tendous-satoris @pokenuzleaf @skyfairhurst @the-mystifiying-walnut @larakurdi28 @faesass @pityamnesia @fairiesinthemeadow @theshelbylee @infinitefangirlsquared @endragoniru @elieglory3173  @schizo-baby @gruviiaaa @msmanga14 @hymad@sunflower–sasuke @acilegna8 @juviin @pessimistic-neon-narwhales 

 My hands hurt now lol #mobilelife

My lovely romanian lettuce is taking requests @drawing-unicorns so mmmhmm go do that right now. go follow. go request and yes i know i did this twice

okay im done but thank you guys for everything!