i even like the way it turned out

Gasoline: Chapter 12

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Genre: Gang AU
Warnings: mentions of torture/murder/death, drinking and being drunk, probably distressing themes, angsty?
A/N: I hope this is alright!! It’s a lot of dialogue and a bit slow paced but I like how it turned out I think? Anyway, enjoy! (also I’m staying at a hotel so i have bad wifi, ill try and get to asks/messages/etc when I can)

Originally posted by nctaezen

Alienation was replaced with a sense of belonging, pride. My place here earned. Ten had lead the way back to base, largely silent as we stuck to the outskirts of the city. The sun had long since set when we returned, morning rapidly escaping as it bordered afternoon. Taeyong had ushered us in with his steely glare, our recount of what happened accepted with an obscure nod. Soon enough, I’d collapsed in bed, ready for sleep to envelop my consciousness.


Triumphant yells broke apart the peaceful sleep, footsteps clanging on the metal flooring outside my door.

“I got it!” He yelled, footsteps echoing on the metal floor. The red, setting sun shimmered below my curtains, piercing the peaceful darkness of the room. My feet hit the floor, heavy and unrested.

“Can you shut it?” I asked, head stuck out the door, eyes bleary and unfocused in the light.

“Woah, you look worse than the guy I’ve been grilling,” Yuta scoffed, massive grin still plastered on his face. At least now, it looked genuine. It reached his eyes, curled into a precious curve that could almost be benevolent, if not for the bloodstains on his shirt, and putrid smell he seemed to emanate.

“Like you look any better,” I rolled my eyes, head rest on the doorframe. “Just be quiet for a few more hours?”

“It’s nearly seven in the evening, and after what I just found out Taeyong’s going to want to see everyone,”  Yuta’s eyes gleamed, excitement unconfined in the orbs as a devilish hyperactivity spilled over into his mannerisms. He tapped the railing impatiently, like a child on a sugar rush- but probably with more malevolent thoughts racing through his head.

I groaned, exasperated. “Of course.”

“Clean up, rookie, I’m sure you’ll want to be squeaky clean after killing that other Cobra,” Yuta mocked, clearly amused by my shocked expression. “I heard, it sounds like your just as bad as me.  Good job though, we should work together sometime,” his voice was almost sing-song, eyebrows raised suggestively as he took his leave down the steps.

I closed the door, an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach. Murder usually wouldn’t be talked about so casually, nor congratulated. The vicious excitement Yuta showed for it certainly wasn’t natural. Yet I didn’t find myself disgusted, nor guilty.

I’d become more like them, and it didn’t scare me. It felt right, the revenge I’d wanted for my brother, the years of grieving over my parents finally being brutally reclaimed. 

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apparently-an-artist  asked:

hey, so firstly i love your art, you inspired me to start posting my own art online more so thanks i guess! secondly, whats your advice for when your art just isnt turning out the way you want?? like, everything ive drawn in the past like week or so ive really hated, even if its something im normally pretty good at drawing and its making me want to not draw anymore, which sucks! thanks in advance!

tysm!!! <3 and dude i literally dealt with the same thing last night. usually taking a small break or scrolling through stuff/art that inspires you helps, or even sketching quicker maybe?

(the longer you spend on a sketch the less fluid it turns out, at least for me. try to get the main idea down quickly and lightly, doesnt matter if its messy at first, and then you can go in and add details) cause thats what helped my situation last night, i was spending way too much time dwelling over a sketch that the entire drawing came out stiff and just… not good imo

idk if that’ll help you but just in general i guess messing around with quick ideas could turn into something you’re happy with! don’t push yourself if you’re not feeling it though, sometimes all you need is a break from drawing 

Core Class Review: Sorcerer part 5

Conclusions

And now we come to the end of this review of the sorcerer class. Early on I mentioned that the sorcerer was the class of my first-ever character, and my favorite for years. Since then I’ve branched out considerably, but old favorites aren’t easily forgotten.

In a way, playing a sorcerer is like playing a superhero, at least the “inherent flashy superpower” variety, particularly with bloodlines providing cohesive themes to base the character around. This metaphor gains more credence when you consider many sorcerers have to learn to master their powers, or else be consumed by the intoxicating rush of dominance.

Regardless of how that turns out, or even if it affects them, sorcerers have a lot of expectations on their shoulders from childhood. As they manifest their powers for the first time, the fearful might think them to be dangerous monsters, or at least too volatile and dangerous to trust. Puberty is a nightmare when bodily changes are accompanied by blasts of fire and lightning.

Later in life, sorcerers may be viewed the way other mages are, depending on local opinion, as most laypersons couldn’t tell you the difference between a wizard and an occultist. However, those who are knowledgeable may expect a novice sorcerer to be able to handle situations they are not prepared for, forgetting that supernatural power is no substitute for experience, and that the person behind the magic is still a vulnerable living being.

In any case, for sorcerers magic is very much a personal thing. I mentioned this back when I first started doing special weeks on the blog that the flavor of various spells could vary a lot by the class and the individual, and this goes double for sorcerers, whom have a whole list of possible sources of magic. A dragon sorcerer might spit their fireballs from their mouths, while an undead-blooded sorcerer might call one of many unquiet spirits surrounding them to carry an object for a telekinesis spell, and so on.

Anyway, that’s the sorcerer class, meaning we have only one class left in core set to review. Check back next week for more archetype and character option reviews!

THIS MIGHT BE A REACH BUT I THINK I’M ONTO SOMETHING HERE.

OKAY OKAY SO LISTEN 
There’s a lot of discorse about the new season and that’s understandable BUT I want you guys to look at something with me for a second. 

 I wanna talk about Keith and Lance. We all know Keith’s going through a lot, the blade of marmora is convincing him his own life matters less than the mission, that if he died it would just be for the greater good of the cause. So he’s pulling away, trying to make it so that Voltron doesn’t need him so that he could be… disposable. 

So Keith talks to Shiro and tries to get him to go back to being the black paladin. And *cough cough* fake *cough* Shiro tells him to buckle the heck up and stop whining and just be the black paladin. He doesn’t see, in that moment just what Keith is trying to do. So he gets mad. 

This is a face of pure dissapointment in Shiro. And Keith sees it. He really sees it, and feels it too. But he doesnt know what to do about it.

He’s the lone wolf, right? He doesn’t know how to function in a team properly. In the B.O.M he’s much more independant. Yes, he gets orders and people he goes on with missions but if you really watch most of those missions involve very little teamwork. 

So Keith is pulling away, but at the same time he’s getting the rejection from everyone in the team that’s pushing him away. When he shows up late in the begining of episode one Hunk, Pidge and Lance are super pissed at him, right? 

Right? 

No, go back and look at Lance. He’s not angry. He’s worried. 

Yeah, he says “Are you even taking this seriously?” But think about it. Keith is someone who throws himself into missions. He takes everything he does seriously and he puts a 100% of himself into what he does. He doesn’t half ass things, and it pays off. He gets results. 

Lance is used to seeing Keith do well. At the Garrison he was top of the class, when he was still with Voltron he usually spent his free time training. And now, all of a sudden he’s late to missions, falling behind while he’s the leader. 

Not only that but remember this scene? 

 Again,everyone looks super pissed right? No look at Lance. 

And remember the dialogue? 

Allura:You keep saying you’re sorry but your actions say otherwise. Do you realise that your actions put the entire team in jeoprady? 
Lance: And not Just the team but the refugees too. 

and again, look at his face as he says it. 

He’s not angry. He’s confused there. Think about it. What did Keith tell Pidge when she tried to leave? That other people’s lives were at stake if she left. Keith cares about the people he’s out there protecting. Lance understands that this is not how Keith normally is. 

We know that they got closer in season 3 with Lance opening up to Keith and all and you might even call them friends. Sure he’s not as close as (the real) Shiro is to Keith, but he’s close enough to see Keith isn’t himself. 

But what if… what if Keith did open up. 

I get that this might be somewhat of a reach BUT if you watch Keith’s vlog, it’s very likely he wasn’t alone when he filmed it (he looks like he’s talking to someone off camera. but also tells them to get them out of there. Not only that but the camera turns off and from how emotional he got and the way he was walking its unlikely he turned it off and if you watch Allura’s vlog, she definitely gets closer to turn it off). Now my first thought would be that seeming it’s tech related it would be likely that Pidge would be with him. 

But it doesn’t seem like something that Pidge would be into. Sitting and making vlogs with the paladins. Not her style. 

Okay so maybe Coran? He was the first to upload a vlog, and the camera might be some castle gear? Sounds reasonable enough. But why only be there for Keith’s vlog? Allura was definitely alone during her’s. Also, I dont see them having the kind of bond where Keith would say any of that to Coran. No offense Space unc, we love you. 

OKAY so not Coran or Pidge… so maybe Allura? 

No, the bond isn’t strong enough. As someone who is pretty similar to Keith in defense mechanisms, I don’t see him trusting her to a point where he’s this open with her especially after what happened the last time he opened up about his Galra identity. 

(We all know where I’m going with this, but for argument’s sake; I will keep going. Feel free to skip ahead.) 

Okay so Hunk maybe? He has the tech know-how and stood up for Keith during the whole Galra thing. Even if he did tease him a little… Okay but even then they haven’t really had much bonding since then. I suppose it’s possible if Keith was feeling particularly vulnerable and whatever. But… Would Hunk really bother Keith to make a vlog? and would Keith ask Hunk to help with a vlog? 

It doesn’t really seem in character. Yes, they’re closer but still… not close enough. 

So that leaves Shiro and Lance. First, lets look at why I don’t think it’s Shiro. 

As we know Shiro is someone Keith looks up to. He’s always extremely respectful towards him and it shows in his facial expressions and way of speaking. 

but then look at this; 

Thats not a face Keith would make at Shiro.

You know who he does make faces like that at? 

L A N C E 

So lets think about this. Does Lance have the tech know how? Well he’s always stealing Pidge’s shit so I’mma go ahead and say, yeah to that one. Allura seems equally technically inclined as Lance, so seeming she has no trouble with it that makes sense. 

And even if Keith didn’t ask Lance to help him with his vlog, you know what does seem Lance like? Suggesting Keith makes a vlog. 

So lets asume here, for a moment that Lance knows about Keith’s abandonment issues. That would explain why he looks so worried in the screenshot from before, right? He knows Keith is feeling rejected by his team and he knows that Keith’s behaviour has changed since he started working more with the blade. 

But while they got closer in season 3, and Lance has a better understanding of Keith now, I also think Keith was eager to put some distance between them after that outburst. So he starts working with the blade a lot, right? Meaning Lance hardly sees him. 

So they take a few steps back in their friendship.

And then Kolivan calls Keith to a mission that they all know will be dangerous and look at Lance’s face. 

Yes, you could read it as Lance not wanting his spotlight gone BUT remember that Lance isn’t as shallow as he seems at first glance. He’s not the loverboy he pretends to be and few realise it, but he masks a lot of his emotions. 

Yes, Lance thrives on attention. But do you really think that he would prioritise a show over a mission that could give them a great boost in power? No, this isn’t about the show, this goes deeper. He’s worried. He’s worried about Keith. 

He doesn’t want him to go. He needs him around. But he cant tell him that. Especially not in front of everyone. 

So what does Lance do? 

He makes a stupid argument, its not much, but it’s all he’s got. “We can’t razzle dazzle the crowd with four lions.” 
We need you, I need you. Thats what he’s trying to say. 

And Keith refuses. 

So Lance has that same expression. He’s looking at Shiro in dissbelief this time because he can’t believe he’s letting him go. 

So what we’ve established thus far is the following; 

-Lance definitely feels closer to Keith than he used to. 
-Lance was probably there during Keith’s vlog.
-Lance isn’t as straight forward as people think he is. 
-There’s probably some distance between them right now. 
-Lance has noticed Keith’s change in behaviour. 

So with all that in mind, do you really think Lance doesn’t see that Keith is in a bad place. He knows something is up. He can feel Keith pulling and he’s trying to tell him that they need him around but he doesn’t know how to say it. And then… then Keith tells them he’s leaving. 

yeah, everyone looks sad, but look at Lance. He looks deep in thought. What do you think he’s thinking? He just realised he lost Keith. And he gets it. Suddenly it all makes sense. Keith more or less reforced the bond between Black and Shiro and he was acting strange, showing up late. This is what’s been up with Keith and Lance finally figure out that this whole time, he was losing Keith. 

But he gives it one last try. 

Who am I going to make fun of? 

It’s so much more than a playfull jab. Think about it. Really think about it. 

“Who am I going to make fun of?”

Who am I gonna talk to? 

Don’t go. 

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sisters so beautiful they reduce the self esteem of everyone who meets them

somewhere, in a better gotham, the joker was born a woman, with eyes like candy apples, smooth skin. babysoft. 

in the gotham we know, the joker fell into a pit of toxic waste and turned green with envy. in this gotham, the better one, the joker is a tall, thin lady walking down the street. “smile, pretty” follows in her footsteps. when she stands at open mic laughter nights, she’s heckled from the crowd. they won’t smile for her but they resent her frown. 

her mother says that her best feature is her body. the joker spends hours staring in mirrors. picturing a trophy-wife kind of life. smile, pretty. smile pretty. smile. pretty. she’s sixteen the first time she tapes her lips up, just to see if she can teach her skin to learn the shape better. your teeth are your best feature. in the wild, smiling is a sign of fear.

she’s twenty and lives alone with her dog and tries to be okay with that. another night where she’s losing money on transportation, but she goes to the open mic anyway. the guy before her talks about airline food. she gets on the stage and immediately booed. and it’s years like this, in a pattern, in the weave of her passion, so that every night is thrown beer bottles and shouting and comments that make her sick to her stomach and being told she’s nothing special and being told women aren’t funny and being told her voice is shrill and ugly and being told when she’s too animated that she’s crazy and being told when she’s too stiff that she’s boring and being asked out by every single sleeze in the zip code and being shouted at when she says no and the neverending tumble of it because maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe tomorrow

he comes up on stage with her and soaks her shirt in beer. now that’s a show! the man calls. he gets cheers. she doesn’t cry, just walks out the back door before doing something stupid. the manager pats her on the head while she leaves. it’s okay, darling. he looks her over. i don’t get it. a body like yours? you should be an exotic dancer. comedy isn’t for everybody. you’re not funny, sweetie.

she’s not funny. not funny. not funny. the words turn alarm bells. the one thing she’s supposed to be talented at. the one thing she loves is just to make people laugh. and she’s not even funny.

hey you know what’s kind of funny? the way it feels at the bottom. how flat everything turns. how unreal. she skims like a rock. your body is your best feature. she tries again on monday. “you know what’s funny? i thought about murder the other day”. don’t we all, sweetie. on the bus, come home with me. on the street, why aren’t you smiling.

maybe some people are born close to the camel’s back, maybe some people have just always been looking for the straw. it’s too much in either direction. she goes home and smears makeup on her skin. tears her hair off. dyes it green, a shock, to match her eyes and spite and envy at men who can tell the same jokes and get laughter for it where she gets nothing and nothing and nothing, where she is pushed off of stages, where she is mocked.

well, isn’t it her turn to do the mocking.

in this story, in this better gotham where vigilante is sometimes good, sometimes a few letters from villain: who will stop her? in this life, when harley walks in, the two are different, best friends, sugar-on-pie because isn’t it true the world has it out for women. in this life, when harley shows up with hyenas, the joker thinks about the wild and the laws of it and says, “oh, of course, let them in”. in this life the violence has a name. 

and nobody says it without laughing.

someone: do you still ship klance?

me, internally: I love the dynamic of Klance and I love writing the ship. It was my first ship in the Voltron fandom and my first Voltron Klance fic Bonding Time is still my most popular. But it’s a constant frustration, because the more Klance content I reblog, the more anti blogs and art and posts are recommended to me. Because so many Klance fans are antis, and so Klance is associated with antis, which is so sad because I don’t want to be associated with such a toxic side of a fandom and I know many other Klance shippers don’t either, or don’t see the harm in anti arguments because they support Klance, and they’re defending Klance, so it must be okay, right? I hate that so many antis who ship Klance are also Lance stans, because I love Lance but I do not appreciate the iterations of Klance which make Keith out to be little more than a prop to support and lavish love upon Lance when he needs it - forget Keith’s feelings and character development, he’s from Texas and loves knives and making terrible decisions LOL. I hate the “there can only be one” mentality among so many Klance fans, who will go out of their way to bash other ships in order to make Klance the only “safe” and “non-problematic” one. I hate that the argument “because it’s not Klance” has literally been used when one shipper was asked why she didn’t ship or like Hance, I hate that people label Pidge/Lance as problematic even though Pidge and Lance have great potential as a couple and their age difference is the same as Keith and Lance’s, and most of all I hate that antis who ship Klance (…which is most if not all of them) claim other ships that “interfere” with Klance like Sheith or Shance or Shklance are pedophilia and unhealthy, when they are neither. I hate that antis who ship Klance will go so far as to attack other shippers with slews of hate, death threats, give them labels using words they do not even understand, and worst of all invalidate the experiences and trauma of actual CSA victims in their quest to make Klance the one true pairing. I hate that Klance fans have attacked the creators and voice actors of the show in the same way, I hate that @bext-k has been treated so horribly here on tumblr and then been told she couldn’t defend herself because her bully was a minor (a minor, but not a toddler, someone who is perfectly capable of not being an asshole and whose age does not make it okay for them to say the things they said). I cannot stand the Klance meta posts that analyze the heck out of every interaction between the two of them, and at the same time ignore much more meaningful interactions between characters like Shiro and Keith and deny that there could be anything more than friendship between them. It isn’t that deep, I’m sorry, it just isn’t, and it’s embarrassing to see how far of a reach Klance fans make sometimes in order to make their ship as canon as possible. And look, to a degree, I get it. I love Klance. But I do not love the way so many Klance shippers have broken apart this fandom and created spaces so toxic that CSA victims’ voices cannot even be heard without being shut down, mocked, and insulted. I do not love the way I now I have to check every unknown blog’s description before reblogging a post from them to make sure they don’t say “shaladins get out” or “stinky anti” there. I do not love the way that adult antis claim they are protecting minors and then turn around and reblog nsfw fanart of Keith and Lance, two characters who they apparently see as minors, even going so far as to tag it with things like “yaoi” or “this is so sinful” or something equally insulting. I do not love the way antis gaslight and guilt-trip, I do not love the insidious mob mentality that leads to people feeling afraid of not thinking the way other antis do. I do not love the all too prevalent fujoshi culture found among Klance shippers - have you ever noticed that the overwhelming majority of Klance shippers are teenage to twenty-something girls? Whereas all of the queer guys I know of in this fandom are multishippers and/or ship Sheith or Shance. Why don’t we acknowledge that? Why don’t we acknowledge that queer guys, whose relationships we are writing/drawing/analyzing and fangirling about, have an opinion here, and that their opinion maybe, just MAYBE, matters more than ours? In Hypable’s Battleships poll, this was literally proven - way more guys voted for Sheith than voted for Klance. But Sheith is the toxic relationship. Uh-huh. Right. Okay. Even though they’re both adults and have shown each other nothing but love, trust, and respect. This is what infuriates me about so many Klance shippers. The willful blindness to even acknowledge that other sides, other ships, may have merit. And of course this isn’t all of them, I ship Klance and I know many others who do and who don’t share this mentality that makes me so sad and upset. But there are a significant amount of Klance shippers who do. Why can’t there just be a dialogue? Why can’t antis be people who may not like Shaladin ships but understand that this is a fictional show, people are entitled to their opinions, blacklisting tags/blocking users/not looking at content you don’t like is a valid option, and words like pedophilia and “go kill yourself” should not be thrown around as lightly and frequently as they are? I wish we could. I really wish we could. And I also wish I could ship Klance as much as I want to without constantly being reminded of all the hate spread by people who call it their OTP.

me: yep haha ofc klance will always be close to my heart!

I miss this place. I miss making funny things for all of you. I miss interacting with all of my wonderful followers. I miss meeting new people. I just miss it all so much. 

But I’m afraid things beyond my control have kept me away. I just don’t have the energy or concentration to keep up with my tumblr. I have a hard time coming up with funny ideas. I have an even harder time finding a way to turn those ideas into posts. I’ve had to give up photography all together. I tried just eating a meal with my parents for my birthday, and after ten minutes of sitting up straight, I ran out of energy and had to lay back down. My chronic fatigue, my narcolepsy, my depression… they all seem to fight one another in an unending battle that just keeps getting worse and worse. It’s hard to describe just how tired I am. How fatigued my body gets. How my limbs feel like they weigh hundreds of pounds. 

I’ve run out of doctors to see. Treatments to try. Pills to take. Injections to… inject. My only last real hope is to go to the Mayo Clinic. They have a knack for creating treatments for people with complicated medical needs. But there’s the rub. They are out of state. My insurance wouldn’t cover it. I’d have to stay for days or even weeks. I barely have enough to pay for food, much less a ticket to another state. At this moment, it just doesn’t seem like a possible option. 

If there is a bright side… I’m comfortable. I’m not in any pain. I am plenty occupied with the internet, TV, and movies. And in the category of “mixed blessings” I am emotionally numb. No, I cannot feel great joy. Which kinda sucks. But I also cannot feel great sadness. No despair. I still get lonely from time to time. And maybe a little.. frustrated. But I cope with those things pretty well most of the time. I think if I did have emotions at the moment, they would all suck pretty hard. So I feel like at this point, it isn’t so bad being a little numb. 

I have a couple of great friends that stick with me even when I’m a huge bummer. I have two amazing parents that take care of me when I can’t manage to care for myself. I have a quirky little dog that visits me from time to time. 

I know there are chronic conditions that cause much physical and mental pain. I know I don’t have much of a life at the moment, but I am grateful that I can stay reasonably comfortable. Though I could go without the kidney stones I seem to keep getting. Having those removed is just awful and my last recovery period did not go well at all. 

In any case, I just wanted to let you all know I am still around. I promise I am not giving up. But I am also coming to terms with the fact that I might not be able to do much about my situation. I will continue to seek out new treatments, medications, and even doctors that might help. I try to keep tabs on the latest research. Maybe some day they will find a key to this jail I’m stuck in. 

You all have brought me so much joy. It has been an honor entertaining you over the years. This is by no means a goodbye. Perhaps just a “see ya later.” Take care of yourselves. Take care of one another. Stay strong. And perhaps keep me in your thoughts every once in a while. I guess it’s just nice knowing I’m not forgotten. Helps keep me going day to day. 

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I really wanted to try doing a more realistic portrait again so I used my beloved DnD character, Marf the Monk. 

TONS of new experimenting in one drawing! Especially coloring, brush use, and lighting. I’m really hype because I finally got the “colorizing a black and white painting” to work out and while the grayscale may have taken ~10 hours to shade, it only took about one hour to color! I’m definitely going to practice this method some more because I’d love to be able to offer examples of this style for commissions.

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Cho demonstrated her loyalty by reuniting with other members of Dumbledore’s Army to join the final battle against Voldemort and the Death Eaters when they attacked Hogwarts. She was amicable and friendly with Harry, even offering to lead him to the Ravenclaw Common Room in search of Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem.

cho for my love, yenna (aka @scourgify ♥)

I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve been impossible!



Attempt 1:

“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some and holding out his arms.

“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.

“Why not?”

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider now and motioning for Misha to move.

“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”

“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”

“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from somewhere behind the monitors.

“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time, with an urgent look on his face.

Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.

Jensen grunts.

They both immediately tumble to the ground.


Attempt 2:

“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”

“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.

Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”

“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be difficult now.

“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside, bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight in the air.

“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”

Jensen quickly drops Misha again.


Attempt 3:

Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.

And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.

Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”

Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is why I fell for you in the first place.”

He’s prepared to be dropped this time, and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.

“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”

A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all okay?”

Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”

Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs to lay off the pizza!”

“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.

“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just eager to get this scene over with.

“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way Jared is carrying me!”

“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.

“You know exactly why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil! You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it this way!”

Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”

Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily rubbing his temples behind the monitor.


Attempt 4:

“Are we ready yet?”

“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.

“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.

“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into the lake!”

Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get this done.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”

“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.

“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.

“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”

Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here if you need me.”

“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.

Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other side of the set.

Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s do this.”

Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.

With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.

“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.

“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very convincing.

“You sure?” Misha asks again.

“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.

Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”

Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.

“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”

“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.

Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.

“Shut up!”

“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”

“Well, I need to hold onto something!”

“You need to hold onto my ass?”

“It’s got the most grip.”

“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to laugh, squirming a little and it eventually  throws Jensen off balance.

“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha rolling dramatically  onto the ground.

“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he might just burst.

“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”

With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!”  and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity that he’s just lost.

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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BTS FIC REC (Hobi focused)

This is mainly for @puzzlepeace, enjoy c:

(I add fics every week or so, come back to check the new ones~)

(update! added fics in every category)

Canon verse (idols) :

Take My Hand (We’re Off To Never-Neverland) by lulublue1234 [yoonseok, they keep taking naps together, so soft] ♥

just a little, oh, a little bit by alexisfairos [OT7, Hobi-centric, unfinished, lots of platonic massages] ♥

Hivemind by popliar(littlerhymes) [OT7 dynamic, yoonseok, they’re all connected by a brain implant, kinda like a soulmate bond?, it’s amazing]

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Mr. Min - Chapter 07

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 13079

A/N: Originally this was only the first half of chapter 7 but I wanted to get something out for you guys so I decided to split it. I hope it was worth the wait. :)

PlaylistPrologue - Ch 01Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06 - Ch 07

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Tomorrow by BTS

Korean

같은 날, 같은 달
24/7 매번 반복되는 매 순간
어중간한 내 삶
20 대의 백수는 내일이 두려워 참
웃기지 어릴 땐 뭐든
가능할거라 믿었었는데
하루를 벌어 하루를 사는게
빠듯하단 걸 느꼈을 때
내내 기분은 컨트롤 비트,
계속해서 다운되네
매일매일이 Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
반복 되네

갈길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

우리가 그토록 기다린
내일도 어느새
눈을 떠보면
어제의 이름이 돼
내일은 오늘이 되고
오늘은 어제가 되고
내일은 어제가 되어
내 등 뒤에 서있네
삶은 살아지는게 아니라 살아내는 것,
그렇게 살아내다가
언젠간 사라지는 것
멍 때리다간 너, 쓸려가
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
어차피 다 어제가 되고 말 텐데
하루하루가 뭔 의미 겠어
행복해지고, 독해지고 싶었는데
왜 자꾸 약해지기만 하지 계속
나 어디로 가,
여기로 가고 저기로 가도
난 항상 여기로 와
그리 흘러가긴 하겠지 어디론가,
끝이 있긴 할까 이 미로가

갈 길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

Tomorrow, 계속 걸어
멈추기엔 우린 아직 너무 어려
Tomorrow, 문을 열어
닫기엔 많은 것들이 눈에 보여
어두운 밤이 지나면
밝은 아침도 있듯이,
알아서 내일이 오면
빛이 비추니,
걱정은 하지 말아줘
이건 정지가 아닌
니 삶을 쉬어가는
잠시 동안의 일시 정지
엄지를 올리며
니 자신을 재생해
모두 보란 듯이

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

English

Same day, same moon
24/7, every moment repeats itself
My life is mediocre
The jobless in his 20s is afraid of tomorrow
It’s funny, when I was young I believed anything was possible
But when I realized that living hand to mouth was difficult
I keep feeling like the ‘Control’ beat,
It keeps getting downloaded
Every day is like Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
It keeps repeating

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t run backwards, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

Even the tomorrow that we’ve waited so long for, suddenly,
When your open your eyes
It takes the name of yesterday
Tomorrow becomes today,
Today becomes yesterday.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday and
Is standing behind my back.
Life isn’t living, but surviving,
Surviving like that,
then one day disappearing
If you stay in a daze you’ll get swept away
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all end up becoming yesterday,
So what’s the point of each day
I wanted to become happy, become tough,
But why do I keep getting weaker
Where do I go,
Even though I go here and there
I always end up back here
Yes, I’ll probably flow along somewhere,
Does this maze even have an end

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, keep walking
We’re too young to stop just yet
Tomorrow, open the door
We can see too many things to shut it.
Just like after the dark night
Comes the bright morning,
When tomorrow comes
The light will automatically shine
So don’t worry
This isn’t a stop,
But just a short pause
While you take a break from your life
Raise your thumb and
Play yourself
So that everyone can see

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know (it)

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

(*T/N: Refers to Big Sean’s ‘Control’, which is a diss track that started a conflict between rappers. The beat was downloaded and used by many underground Korean rappers to diss their opponents. One of the songs was called “Ctrl+alt+del*2”, which might be why he added the “Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V” part. Also, the word ‘downloaded’ is the same word used to express ‘feeling down’ in Korean, so the lyrics are a wordplay to show how depressed he feels.)

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signs as dumb YA novel clichés

Aries: The Chosen One~ “This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. When I turned 18, I wasn’t expecting to be thrust into the Underworld. I was gonna go to college, be a normal student and rush Sigma Phi Chiapet my sophomore year. But everything is different now. The prophecy has spoken and I’m going to go through a training montage and become really badass really quickly even though I was against being the chosen one in the first place but now I have a black belt after a month of punching bags of sand and now I’m ready to save the world. And guess what. At the end of the book…………. I save the world.”

Taurus: The “you don’t know think you’re beautiful until a boy tells you so / not like the other girls” average looking protagonist~ “Hi. My name is Tookiewisp Flowerspark. I’ve got mousy brown hair and bright brown eyes. I’m tall and thin and I don’t have boobs yet. I love to wear my worn out high top converse and skinny jeans. Maybe if I wore a dress, boys my age would notice me. But to be honest, I’m just not into girly stuff like most other girls are. You could say I’m different.”

Gemini: Crush throughout the entire novel turns out to be an asshole~ “He’d never notice a girl like me. He doesn’t even know my name!’ *sudden makeover transformation where she takes her hair out of a ponytail and takes off her glasses* Boy: ‘Wow, Winteria Snow. I never realized how pretty you were until you put on makeup and put in some contacts. Will you be my girlfriend?’”

Cancer: Instant love~ “That’s when a saw her, walking down the street. She was coming my way. Her hair blew in the wind like a majestic mane of gold. The way she walked made my heart skip a beat. I started sweating and I couldn’t stop my heart from racing. I stared at her as she walked past and I tried to say hello, but my words came out in a jumble. She gave me a weird look and walked away. It was at that moment that I knew I had fallen in love and found my soulmate. Also, by the end of this book she falls in love with me even though I basically obsessively stalk her throughout the entire novel and have no redeeming qualities.”

Leo: The Queen Bee~ “That’s Brooke Richardsworth. She’s the coolest, most popular girl in school. She’s got long, straight blonde hair and wears pink skirts, pink cardigans and pink headbands. Those are her two slightly less attractive friends, Chelsea and Paige. Brooke is also dating my crush. We used to be friends, but ever since I accidentally spilled my chocolate milk on her back in the third grade, she’s done everything she can to make my life miserable.”

Virgo: Problematic parents~ “My parents recently got divorced, so now on the weekends I hang out with my dad, and during the week I hang out with my mom. It gets pretty tiring going back and forth after a while, but every other Saturday my dad (who is also a professor at a university) takes me camping and we roast hotdogs over a campfire which really makes up for it. Recently though, he’s been hanging around a new young blonde woman named Tamara Blake. He’s been spending all of his time with her. We haven’t even gone camping since they met!”

Libra: The improbable love triangle~ “What am I going to do? I have two boys who just got into a fight at school because they both are in love with me, average annoying weird superiority complex girl. On one hand, there’s Jackson- the brooding bad boy who wears leather jackets and rides motorcycles and treats me like garbage when he’s in a grumpy mood. Then on the other hand, there’s Theodore- the quiet sensitive one who reads books and drinks tea and I always catch him watching me from behind a bookshelf in the library! This is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life. I HAVE to choose one of them. But… who?”

Scorpio: The dystopian society~ “Hi, I’m Bland McBore. In our society, the rich and the poor are divided into two groups and all the rich people are evil and live in a city where there are floating vehicles and all the buildings are white marble and/or chrome, and all the poor people live in mud huts and have to eat bugs and also everything is a weird shade of gray to represent sadness or something. I am going to start a revolution and overthrow the government with the help of my two best friends and once we start to cause trouble with our rebellion, the leader who is probably an old white guy with a pointed beard will offer us riches that we originally fought against in the beginning but don’t worry we will heroically reject them and fight for equality and won’t stop until society is no longer divided. Also people will definitely die but it will all only be people we are conveniently close to. Me and my two best friends get to live until the very end because we move the plot forward.”

Sagittarius: Protagonist just moved to a new school~ “My dad got a new job so we had to move across the country. I’m really shy and quiet and dorky so I know that my first day is going to be horrible. The teacher will make me stand up at the front of the class and then I’ll cry because I’ll be thinking about my life in my old town. Then as I sit back down at my desk, the teacher will keep on teaching instead of addressing that one of her students is visibly upset and crying. Then, the boy behind me will tap on my shoulder and introduce himself- this boy will be the guy I keep as my friend until the end of the novel where, plot twist, he ends up being my perfect match all along.”

Capricorn: The Intellectual~ “My favorite past time is to go to this tree up on a hill where my mom is buried that is also conveniently in the middle of the woods but also within a short walking distance from my house. I go there and I just think. Not of a lot of kids from school do that these days. Everyone is so obsessed with the latest gossip or the latest trend that it seems like everyone forgot how to, well, think. Sometimes I wish I was like them. I wish I could turn off my brain and mindlessly walk around without a care in the world. But I can’t because I’m different and smarter than everyone else and I also like to read and I love the smell of old books and reading and did I mention that I also love to read.”

Aquarius: Really weird “quirky” names~ “Hi, I’m Ingridagelica Applewindbalmkettlefish and this is my story. I know, I know, my name is pretty strange. My parents picked it because they said that when I was born they knew I was going to grow up and do something really great and unique and they also said that it means “not like the other girls” when spoken in Latin.” 

Pisces: The “nice guy” guy friend who turns out to be The One all along~ “I just can’t believe my crush won’t notice me! Tell me Carter, what am I doing wrong?” “Nothing, Skylightquia. If it’s worth anything, I think you’re pretty…. uh, pretty awesome, I mean.” *Skylightquia sighs and looks up at the stars from the rooftop they got onto somefuckinghow* “The stars are really beautiful, aren’t they?” *Carter looks at her meaningfully* “Yeah they are”

Tattoo

Lance had plenty bad ideas in his life.
But this one really took the cake.
They had gone for a trip to a every earth like planet save for the grass being orange and the sky a constant dull pink.
While Pidge and Hunk spent most of the time shopping both hoping to find Earth like resources though what they considered necessities was different to the other.
With Hunk looking at the food and Pidge an adaptor for her game console.
Lance had started out aimlessly following the two, however after a while got bored and wandered off.
That was when he found it.
It was a small stall in the market being manned by a tall greenish alien.
His sign was unreadable but Lance was able to guess that judging from the needle gun and the Alien lying on the bed in front of him that it was some kind of tattoo place.
Lance was about to leave when he caught sight of the tattoo.
For one thing it was moving, and looked like a gif more then anything.
Lance found himself staring transfixed as the artist added the final touches to what looked like a wedding scene.
“Ya gonna stare all day or are ya gonna buy somthing?”
Lance jumped realising the artist was addressing him “sorry was just passing-”
“Hey wait a second, ain’t ya the blue paladin?”
Lance barley had time to nod before the artist grinned showing off a mouth of pointed teeth.
“Well why didn’t ya say so! If ya want a goraf it’s on the house for a paladin of voltron.”
Lance stared at him for a moment “erm… what’s a goraf?”
The alien that was having the tattoo done stood up looking the image over with a smile “it’s a memory imprinted on the skin so you can never forgot. I’ve got all the most Important moments for me. And Deru here is the best In the universe.”
Deru smirked “oh you. Now give me my money and then fuck off, I got a paladin to work on.”
The other alien chuckled “ok honey I’ll see you at home later tonight.”
Lance realised then that the alien in the image was actually the artist.
“Yeah yeah whatever.”
Deru made a shooing motion before practically pulling Lance into the chair.
“So what ya say bluey boy. Wanna get a little ink?”

So that was how Lance found himself gritting his teeth as a strange alien tattooed his back with him having no idea what he was putting on there.
Apparently it was some kind of special ink that would bring forth his most precious memory.
Special ink or not it hurt like hell.
Lance had actually gotten a tattoo before, a small one turning a little burn mark on his hip into a crescent moon.
He had expected a tattoo to be incredibly painful, however was pleasantly surprised to find that it was more of an annoying scratching pain then anything that bad.
Not exactly enjoyable but not unbearable.
This experience was nothing like that.
Lance wanted to scream.
It felt like somone was running an iron across his back.
However when he tried to jump up Deru had pulled him down telling him that now that he’s started he had to finish.
So now nearly two hours later Lance felt light headed from the pain and was praying to whatever space god was listening that one of his team mates would come find him.
Suddenly all at once that pain was gone.
“And done. Take a look.”
Deru held up a mirror and handed Lance the other.
For a moment all Lance could do was stare as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
There was a sight he never expected to see again.
His whole family standing by the ocean smiling and waving at him.
It looked so real that it made his heart ache.
Like he could just get back home if he touched the sensitive skin.
“…thank you… so much.” Lance mumbled in shock.
“Glad ya liked it bluey.” Deru turned away cleaning the gun before he placed it down.
“I served too. Of course I was older then you and had less to lose. War takes it toll on the mind. All the bad drives out the good after a while… this way the good stays with you even when your surrounded by the bad.” Deru smiled as he pulled off his jacket to show that every patch of skin was covered in the moving images.
“Ya looked like ya needed some good to always have ya back.”

Lance smiled the whole way back to the others.

“Oh hey Lance, what did you get up to?” Hunk asked.

“I’ll show you later.” Lance winked as he patted Hunk on the arm and walked passed him onto the ship.

It Wasn’t Real (part four)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Stan x Reader and slight Richie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, mentions of sex, and sexual abuse (mild)

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It was only five in the evening, yet the sun was setting and the sky was black instead of a peaceful blue hue. Being the month of January, it made the days shorter and the nights longer, something of which you hated. Night was the worst, it reminded you of all the worst things. The dark was a treacherous thing and you despised it.

But yet, as you ran, one foot in front of the other in the quickest motion you could muster, no part of you seemed to care. For the past few days, hell for the past month, you’d been trying to deny what you knew you saw. Tried to tell yourself it was only your nightmares, bleeding into the day and your mind playing tricks on yourself. The images, the memories and the mis-haps, you’d tried to ignore it.

But tonight you were sure, sure that it was IT. It had to be…

When you’d run out of the room and out of the school, you weren’t exactly sure where your feet were leading you. Who could you tell? Who could you tell that wouldn’t think you were a complete mental idiot? Certainly not Henry or any of his friends, and your mother wasn’t an option. 

The option was quite clear, and you knew it deep down that it was the right one. But you didn’t know what they’d think, any of them. They’d left you the minute IT was no longer a threat, and from what you’d seen no one even seemed to remember that clown that taunted you all. Wouldn’t they think you were insane as well? The thought pained you, made you feel isolated in your fear… but you reminded yourself that they had been there. You remembered it clearly, they saw IT then, so why couldn’t they now?

You had to tell someone… but your options were limited. Bill? Beverly? You didn’t even know where they were nowadays. Ben? No… MIke? No. Stan? Hadn’t spoken one word to him in months. That only left Eddie and Richie… neither of which you wanted to confront, after the whole episode in the hall. Eddie seemed like the better option, seeing as Richie hated you from what you’d seen… but you knew his mother and knew he’d be home by now. You weren’t getting into that house no matter how hard you tried.

That only left Richie… and you knew exactly where he’d be.

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