i felt like it was something i had to make

anonymous asked:

tbh i hc Mike and the other boys as ravenclaws since intelligence, science, and the like is something they all value + it means that they share a dorm. but i love your Hufflepuff Mike hc. I always felt something was off w/ placing him in gryffindor, which seems to be what most see him as

I can see them all in Ravenclaw. They all have Ravenclaw qualities. They all use their brains for different things. Dustin is definitely Ravenclaw (as I made him in my au) because he’s all about feeding his curiosity and knowledge. Classic Ravenclaw. Mike uses his intelligence to help his friends. Lucas uses it to create cunning plans (why I personally place him in Slytherin). Will, like Mike uses his intelligence to help others, make them happy (but we haven’t had much chance to see this because the Suffer brothers put him through hell)
It was definitely a tough choice for me whether to put Mike in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw but ultimately chose Hufflepuff. But yeah I can definitely see them all in Ravenclaw. I think they all have qualities of the other houses but there are some that are more dominant or maybe the reasons for their actions that maybe sway my decision on which house they’re in

ART TIP: Keep a balance between digital and traditional art

because there are things traditional art will teach you that digital art won’t, and the same goes the other way

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These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, unthinkable letdown.    - T. S.

for @stileslydiah , from your positivity partner and your ts anon

Some thoughts I’ve been mulling over for a while...

SJM Haters: “No diversity!” *Shoving aside canonically black High Lords Tarquin and the bisexual Helion, Thesan, Nesryn, all of the Southern Continent, etc*

SJM Haters: “Everyone is white!” *Punching the non-white Illyrian races, not to mention about 90% of the Summer Court*

SJM Haters: “They’re all heterosexual!” *Throws Thesan, Mor, Aedion, the Blackbeak Matron, Thea and Kaya off of a cliff* (Actually, feel free to throw the Matron off a cliff lmao)

SJM Haters: “Rowan is abusive” *blatantly ignores the fact that Rowan was literally tied to a queen who forced him to do terrible things, and he still found it in himself to love Aelin unconditionally*

SJM Haters: “She doesn’t tackle any important issues!” *Stepping on Rhysand’s history of sexual abuse, not to mention Lysandra’s history of sexual abuse, oh and also Aedion, whose nickname was literally ‘Adarlan’s Whore,’ and the slave trade, and the treatment of ‘lesser faeries’ in comparison to ‘High Fae.’*

I’m not trying to say that the ACOTAR/TOG books aren’t without their flaws. Every book, every movie, every song, every piece of artwork that has ever been created has a flaw in some way. Often, there are multiple flaws. It is okay to acknowledge these flaws. It is okay to even criticize them. What is not okay is discrediting the immense amount of work that SJM puts into these books. She released two (2) fantasy novels longer than 200,000 words in a single year. I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on at Bloomsbury Publishing, but I honestly believe that she did that for her fans. She started writing Throne of Glass when she was 16; she got it published 11 years later. Books take time; lots of it. Ask George RR Martin, who also tackles the heavy genre of fantasy, but he’s been working on Winds of Winter for six years. Do you think SJM would have wanted to go over these books for another year or combed through them just one more time before she published them? Yeah, probably. Every author, writer, fanfiction writer, artist, or whomever, wants just a bit more time to add those final details, to keep chipping away (because let me tell you, even when it’s done, we don’t feel like it’s done). But you know what else? She’s probably damn proud of them, too. As well she should be. The amount of times I find myself laughing with these characters and crying and screeching, it says enough. 

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anonymous asked:

Okay but just think of the dozens of Sterek fics that will come from that small scene of Stiles saying blindness is his biggest fear and Derek questioning him. I can just imagine one with Derek hearing Stiles heartbeat stutter and later confronting him about it and Stiles being all like 'of course it's not my biggest fear, don't you know me at all? My biggest fear is losing you again, watching you bleed out and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to save you.'

Derek’s eyes linger after Stiles looks away, his body shifting restless, fingers clenching and loosing in a twitch across the exam table. The lie hangs bright and obvious in the air –– less in the absent hitch of heartbeat or the burn of nerves that don’t taste quite like embarrassment or like fear. Derek could explain those things away in context if he tried, but he can’t explain the way the words fail to line up with everything he knows he knows about Stiles.

“Becoming blind?”

“Yeah… terrified of it. Always have been.

He wonders if it’s as obvious to Scott as it is to him, but the rest of the group’s already moved on, not missing a beat, focus shifted back to the problem at hand while Stiles re-centers. His pulse sharpens again and his eyes lift back to Derek, flicking up and away before moving back to Scott again, sliding seamless back into the conversation.

Derek shakes off the strangeness, and follows him.

.-

“Why did you lie in there?”

Stiles’ step falters on the question, and the resigned set of his shoulders tell Derek he’d been expecting this and hoping every bit as much to avoid it. Derek almost wants to take it back, tell Stiles is doesn’t matter, let whatever horror lives in the darkest place of Stiles’ heart lie there undisturbed… but this is too important.

He crosses his arms, keeping his tone and stance indifferent like that might make this conversation any easier.

“We need to know what’s coming, Stiles. When these things manifest, it’s not just going to be your fear anymore. It could threaten everyone.”

He’s not expecting the laugh that punches out of Stiles, harsh and thin and edged bitter enough to make Derek’s unaffected stance falter.

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Dark masks and fireflies float through Derek’s mind. A too-pale stranger with Stiles’ face and cold, ancient eyes. A huge lizard with paralyzing claws, and too-wet breaths as water threatened to pull them downward. A misshapen wolf with crimson eyes and spittle-laced breath, and an image of ghostly horsemen Derek had never seen, only heard of in Peter’s stories.

Derek could stab guesses at Stiles’ worst fears, could conjure up possibilities in Stiles’ quaking hands and nervous eyes as they darted out to the empty parking lot, looking for an escape before moving reluctant back to Derek. But he couldn’t know, and he needed to know, especially if it was something that could hurt the group.

…Especially if there was a way he could help Stiles prepare for it.

When it comes, he’s the one who’s unprepared.

“I can’t lose you again,” punches out rough and shaken, stunning Derek into stillness. Salt stings the air as tears well, and Stiles looks away on a wet breath, hand raking into his hair and tugging. “You were… dying and I walked away. I had to, there was nothing I could–– And then you were just gone afterward and I knew you were fine, I knew it was better that way but… fuck, Derek. It felt like you’d died some days.”

The tear tracks down and Derek feels his head shaking, arms falling from their faux-casual cross. The words are ringing through his mind, rattling around in a way that makes no sense and makes too much sense, echoes something too raw and honest inside him and he steps forward, “Stiles…” falling out soft, but Stiles is rocking a step back, shaking his head and swiping rough at the tear. Derek lets him retreat.

“My mom died in front of me.” This confession falls out soft, and Stiles’ shoulders shrink in against the sting of them. He looks small again, sixteen or years younger, and it takes an effort not to move in and shelter him from the sting of his own words. “And I just… I couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t save her. Do you know how that––” He cuts off, because he knows Derek knows. Derek understands that feeling better than anyone. It’s a bond Derek’s always wished they didn’t share.

Stiles shakes his head, blinking quick.

“Fuck, I can’t go through that again, ok? If these things are bringing our worst fears to life then I’m better off away from it, for everyone’s sake. What if it kills you because of me, because–– I can’t watch someone else I love die.”

The words hang. Stiles has gone strangely still suddenly. In the clinic, some young pup sets up howling.

“…You love?” Because Stiles had been talking about his mother, but he’d also been talking about Derek. About losing loved ones, and that…

Stiles’ breath hisses out, body tensing up defensive and challenging. His hands ball up, shoulders setting broad again, and it feels like every argument they’ve ever had when Stiles meets his eyes, daring him to doubt the revelations he’d just laid out.

Derek had learned a long time ago not to doubt Stiles.

“Don’t be an idiot,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like it’s some undeniable fact that Stiles loves him, fears losing him, that in all the nightmares of Stiles’ life, losing Derek could rest in anywhere near the same category as possession or dementia, or his mother’s death. But Stiles has always been afraid of losing people he loved, of not being able to save them… and Derek is one of those people. 

Derek is the person Stiles couldn’t look at while thinking about loss.

He moves forward a step, and Stiles doesn’t retreat this time, amber eyes locked with an expression that’s caught somewhere between challenge and pleading.

It’s one of the most terrifying moments of Derek’s life as he lifts his hand to Stiles’ cheek, and the most natural thing in the world once it’s resting there.

“I’ve died before,” he reminds Stiles, softly. “That’s not about to beat me. I’ll always come back… for you.”

“For me?” Stiles sounds breathless, doubt and hope warring as Derek’s thumb brushes over his tear-streaked cheek.

Derek tilts his head, warmth touching his eyes.

“Don’t be an idiot.”

When Stiles grins and presses their lips together, Derek forgets what it’s like to be afraid.

7

On the Coastal Tip of Jamaica, actress Candice Patton stands barefoot in a sheer yellow dress before settling turquoise waters. Her arms sway back and forth as the Caribbean air billows through the thigh-high slit. She gives the camera a small smile as the sun radiates off her skin and the tide tiptoes towards the shore. The Instagram boomerang I’m glancing at has now been viewed over 200,000 times by her 1.2 million-user following.

It’s mid-June; a median between two milestones in Candice’s life - two weeks before her 29th birthday, and two weeks after the Season 3 finale of The Flash aired in homes nationwide. The superhero fiction show, based on the DC Comics character of the same name, stars Candice as Iris West, opposite Grant Gustin as the titular hero, Barry Allen. In the last three years, The Flash has garnered over 15 awards, with Candice herself most recently winning a Saturn Award for “Best Supporting Actress on Television”. It makes sense that CBS Watch! Magazine would send her over to the Caribbean for a photoshoot. 

The CW star calls me from her residence in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon, after her trip in Jamaica. I expect her to sound exhausted from her jet setting, but she’s not. To my astoundment, there’s a lot on her mind. I come to realize that, unlike Iris West, Candice Patton is equipped with a power of her own.

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This past Tuesday I was given the chance to go to The Thor Ragnarok: World premier in Los Angeles through the Make a Wish foundation.

That wasn’t even the beat part of the day, before that had even happened I was able to have the honor to have afternoon tea with Tom Hiddleston!

It was truly amazing. Tom himself was exactly how I thought he was going to be. It didn’t even feel like he was a celebrity it felt like he was an old friend that I hadn’t seen in awhile.

I had made him some earl grey tea cookies and he couldn’t stop eating them totally made my heart flutter. That whole afternoon was amazing we clicked instantly. It was very intimate and special something I will never forget.

Harry Styles Charms Grammy Museum Crowd, Is a Nomination Next?

Ahead of a Sept. 20 show at Los Angeles’ Greek Theatre, Harry Styles took the stage at downtown L.A.’s Grammy Museum on Friday night (Sept. 15) for a Q&A conducted by writer and filmmaker Cameron Crowe. Styles, who released his self-titled debut in May, was joined by producer Jeff Bhasker for a lively, often laugh-out-loud discussion of how the album came together, Styles’ experience filming “Dunkirk” (“I was in the water way more than the movie suggests,” Styles cracked), and his views on the music industry.

And while the Grammy Awards weren’t mentioned specifically, the venue — as well as the presence of longtime Grammys producer Ken Ehrlich in the crowd — certainly brought to mind the possibility of a future nomination for what is arguably one of the strongest albums of the year. An understated post-interview performance of Styles’ gorgeous second single, “Two Ghosts,” featuring Bhasker on keyboards, drove the point home.

The story of how the music came together — written and recorded in a remote studio complex in Jamaica — has been told by this point, but Crowe dug deeper into the process, letting Styles and Bhasker expound on just how organic and, in the producer’s words, “authentic and viscerally honest” the project ended up being.

At the same time, said Styles, “it was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Partly because he started on the album without a label commitment (Styles would later sign to Columbia, home to One Direction), he felt unencumbered. “When we started the process, it didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel any pressure.”

That freedom allowed songs like “Sign of the Times” to flow out of Styles, even as other tracks were still coming together. Bhasker described a moment in which Styles sat at the piano almost in a trance, coming up with the chord progression to what turned out to be his first single. “It was writing from this place of, ‘Let’s get an idea going, do something with it, and have fun,‘” said Bhasker. “And in 5 or 6 days, they had, like, 10 songs. … It was that immediate.”

Styles’ favorite track on the album is “From the Dining Table,” which he said is, “The one that makes me feel the most,” adding that, “it’s the most different than what I expected myself to write and it’s probably the most honest that I’ve been in a song as well.”

The album’s stylistic choices — what some deem as musical nods to classic rock acts like David Bowie and Pink Floyd — were also illuminated, with Styles explaining that his father listened to “a lot of Queen and Pink Floyd,” while his mother favored Norah Jones and Shania Twain. “I’m a huge Shania Twain fan,” said Styles (he later played a snippet of a Twain song on a kazoo, by request from an audience member).

Bhasker’s take is that if any “homage” is sensed, it was not intentional, though the record they ended up with was destined to sound the way it did. “We were not thinking about [influences] at all,” he said, noting that, in this era of ProTools and pop co-writes, “It couldn’t be more punk rock” to record an album the way those classic rock acts did.

Indeed, the sort of liberties Styles was afforded new artists rarely see, and for that, the singer credits the record company, run at the time of his signing by executive Rob Stringer, who has since ascended to CEO of Sony Music Entertainment. Said Styles: “We had signed with Columbia and I called Rob one day saying, ‘Hey, would you mind leaving me a alone for six months and I’ll call you when [the album is] finished?’ He said, ‘I want hear it when you’re excited to play it for me.’ … A lot of people get into this thing of, ‘It’s me versus the record label,’ and I feel so lucky to get to work with everyone at Columbia. The support from them allowed us to go do what we want, so I have to say thanks to them for letting it happen this way.”

Not to let the mood get too serious, though, Styles then encouraged all in attendance, which included journalists, television executives, and Grammy chapter members, to come to the Greek on Wednesday and experience these songs, the band, and the vibe, for themselves. “You’re all on the list,” Bhasker joked. Added Styles: “If anyone wants to come, Capitol Records said they would cover the cost.” Charge it to Niall Horan’s recoupable account?

I’ve always treated my life like a balancing act
standing on a thin line between chaos and order.
I would feel so much, then I wouldn’t feel anything at all.
So many days felt like the day before, or Sunday.
I always hated Sunday. Sunday reminded you that tomorrow was another week. You had to get back up in the morning and act as if your first waking thought wasn’t of how to convince the world of the sanity you did not have.
Sitting in that classroom with four white walls, for five days just as bland, makes you forget what it’s like to feel.
Forgetting something so simple such as human emotion, makes you crazy.
So you find ways to remember.
You do things rational people wouldn’t understand
because the scariest thing is being numb, and being used to it.
—  v.m // we all have our vices

@crankgameplays

“Stay Cranky” - 9x12" marker and pencil crayon on illustration board (about 16hrs)

The first few weeks of university have been pretty rough for me emotionally. I have my girlfriend for support (and I’m immeasurably grateful to her), but my ADHD is probably worse than it’s ever been and I’ve had trouble focusing on anything. In combination with my anxiety, it’s been brutal; motivation was dwindling and my energy was completely gone. Most days I felt like I hadn’t done anything at all.

This is the first thing I’ve been able to actually sit down and work on. It made me feel really good to actually finish something, and on top of that, I think it turned out better than anything I’ve done lately. Sometimes I still have my doubts about myself and my future, but I’m determined to make it through my first year.

TL;DR - Thank you for inspiring me, Ethan. Keep doing what you’re doing.

Yoongi’s letter for Seokjin [Bon Voyage Season 2]

from: yoongi

to: Jinjinjara! ♡ / Seokjin hyung! ♡


It’s your eternal roommate, Suga.

I can’t believe it’s been 7 years since we’ve known each other. I remember when I first met you… you seemed so well-behaved and kind… And you seem so bright and cheerful these days, which amazes me.

I believe that being together with us has brought about that change. It seems like yesterday when you were concerned and not confident on stage. But when I see you on stage these days, I realize again how well you sing. It’s the result of your hard effort for a long period of time.

I’ve watched you for a long time. It was touching to see you try to do better at something that you weren’t good at. I felt that I had a lot to learn from you. 

Let’s be together for a long time. 

PS: But I wish you’d act your age.

anonymous asked:

For Drarry can you do one based on the short film "In a Heartbeat" where Harry is the one pining? Like maybe he gets hit by a spell or maybe not, you choose :) much love darling!

this was a rly cute prompt and I wish I did it earlier.


After Professor Slughorn had uttered those fateful words, Harry felt like he might faint. The potion he was to make was something about heart’s desire or whatever, he wasn’t really paying attention until he caught a bit of what the potion would do if he succeeded. Harry could easily just butcher the potion, however he couldn’t afford another failing grade. It was settled, he’d have to try his best.

For the first time since eighth year started, Harry’s mind wasn’t focused on the tall blonde in the front of the classroom. Slughorn told them to start brewing and everyone took out their ingredients. Harry inhaled deeply before starting what would surely bring about his end. Who knew that after killing the darkest wizard of all time his downfall would be caused by humiliation and rejection?

With shaky fingers, he brewed his potion. He swore silently to himself as he read the instructions. It looked like it was exceptionally easy to make and getting anything below an Exceeds Expectations would be laughable. After about a dozen times of Hermione asking if he was okay and Ron poking fun as to who his heart’s desire might be, he finished the potion. Harry looked up from his cauldron to see that little colourful orbs had appeared over the other students potions and zoomed across the room to the closed door. It seemed as though the orbs were solid and could not force their way through the wood.

Harry smiled softly at his best friends when he saw their orbs fuse together. The colour shined brighter than any of the other orbs in the room. Ron’s face burned red. Even after they’d been dating for a few months he still got extremely flustered. Hermione laughed and pulled him into a side hug after kissing his cheek. Harry suddenly remembered his own potion. He noticed that his orb (that was a deep scarlet) was halfway across the room. He ran after it, catching it just in time, though it’s pull felt almost magnetic.

Harry tried his best to pull it back to his seat in the back, panting slightly. He look over at Draco, who was also holding his orb, unlike the others how had merely let them float by the door. Harry got distracted as he so often did when the blonde was involved. His grip on the orb slackened and it slipped from his hand. He wasn’t quick enough this time, watching in despair as it zoomed up to Draco. The boy was too focused on his orb to notice Harry’s floating next to him.

Harry slowly made his way up to it, hoping the movement wouldn’t attract Draco’s attention. He held his hand out and prepared to snatch it, however it moved at the last second, nudging up against Draco’s shoulder. Harry stood, petrified, as Draco turned. He looked at the red ball and then at Harry. His eyes widened, putting his unoccupied hand over his mouth.

He looked around and saw that the other students, along with the professor, were staring intently. The classroom was silent. He looked at his glowing scarlet orb then to Draco’s shocked face then down at his feet.

“Harry.” He heard him say quiety. Harry kept his gaze fixed on his shoes. “Harry, look at me.” He slowly lifted his head, but wouldn’t meet Draco’s eyes. He felt too ashamed. Draco held up his orb, which Harry now saw was mint green, and let it go. It hovered for a moment before colliding with his own. The reaction caused the light to be so bright that Harry had to shield his eyes. It dulled down, so he could properly see Draco again. He had a shy smile playing on his lips as he started down at the collided orbs. Harry grinned at him. Perhaps after all he’s been through, something good was bound to happen, and he couldn’t be more happy that Draco was his something good.

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Happy 31st Birthday Robert Jacob Sugden!

when i was 11, i was in a relationship because i said “i love you” and we decided to start dating. it only lasted a month and im pretty sure he has hated me ever since we broke up.

when i was 16, i had a friend who would say “i love you guys” when all i really wanted him to say was “i love you” to me. i believed i was madly in love with him. he ended up saying “i love you” to my best friend and they are still dating to this day.


when i was 16, another friend comforted me. he said “i love you” and that he felt for me because of what had happened. he made me feel special and happy again. i said i love you too, hoping maybe this would go somewhere. we kissed in his gross garage, we were both sweaty from walking in the heat and it lasted for about 2 seconds. after that day, i never heard a word from him again.


when i was 17, i started dating a guy because he was nice, and because a guy was actually talking to me and telling me he wanted to be with me. we talked all summer and began dating in the fall. he said “i love you” after dating for about a week. December came and “i love you” turned into “what did i do to make you ignore me like this?” January came and i finally broke it off because the silence was killing me. my first true heartbreak. i still haven’t talked to him since mid December.


now I’m 18, at this point, the three words “I love you” mean absolutely nothing. for me it turned into what you say to parents and relatives. what you say because you know it will make the other person happy. its what you say because thats what you’re supposed to do in a relationship. the words had lost all meaning. my heart was broken so many times that it turned into something you say it because it feels right, not because you mean it.


and then you came along. i wasn’t expecting you to be a part of my life. you started to talk to me and i was taken aback. i was cautious. i knew that if “i love you” slipped your tongue like it had the others, you wouldn’t mean it. but for our first date, instead of meeting you somewhere, you picked me up and took me. you let me share my darkest secrets. you met my family, and i met yours. you showed me off. i was scared. i knew that if i lost you, my whole world would crash into a brick wall. i knew that you could be the one i could spend the rest of my life with. you earned my trust, something that wasn’t very easy at the time.


after 5 months, thats when i realized, i love you. i didn’t just want to say it because i felt like i had to. i genuinely love you, with every atom in my body. you bring out something in me that makes me so much happier and joyful. you are good to me. you are patient and gentle and anything i could ever ask for. so when i say this, know this is something i truly, honestly mean:


I love you.

—  n.k.//10:44
what i love you means to me
New Rules ( i )

PART: one | two | three | end |

SONG:  new rules - dua lipa

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: “ One, don’t pick up the phone

You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone. ”

Genre: angst, smut, bad boy! jimin

Length: 1.4k

A/N: also some of the backstory is based off a lovely anon who shared this cute cliche story with me.

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this and please show some support because posting is h a r ddddd

Originally posted by kpopkpoop


“You’re doing it again,” Jimin pushed himself off your body, and you blinked at him trying to understand what he was saying. Just as you were starting to become worried, he dipped his lips back to capture yours and happily, you moaned against the plump surface. He was topless, although you don’t remember him taking it off, however, you were happy to trace your hands down the well-sculpted chest you were so familiar with.

“Y/N, stop it.” Your eyes snapped open looking at Jimin, but he was smirking down at you as his arms rested on either side of your body, and you let yourself become lost in the way his lips mouthed on your neck until he began to shake your body, hands on your shoulders as he shook, “Wake up! Wake up!”

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[Translation of the Japanese characters in the “MEKAKUCITY RELOAD” teaser]

Please feel free to correct or add anything…!!

Also, there’s this phrase at 0:22 I could not make out… so please help me with it! ( ;∀;)

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So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

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had a fucked up dream where my parents were in on some cryptid conspiaracy shit and couldnt tell me about it but one night they seemed really sad and they told me they were going to collect footage of cougars and we drove into the woods and my mom handed me a mirror and was almost crying but she had to pretend nothing was wrong and she said “ok honey. look at yourself in the mirror and laugh. just keeping looking at yourself and laughing and smiling ok? if anything makes you look away just remember to always look back at the mirror and just dont forget the look of your face ok?” and while she was saying that the car door opened and an elderly woman opened the door. she was super dark (not in skin tone, but as if someone had wrapped her up in a shadow) and made me physically uncomfortable. she immediately ripped my head towards her face and looked me in the eyes. her face was absolutelty putrid. not in a traditionally “ugly” way but in a “this is not a human” way. then the fucked up part happened: she kissed me and i could feel her trying to suck out my soul. the reason this is fucked up is because i could FEEL it. like, not just in my dream, but in real life. it took like 4 seconds of it before i cringed myself awake and it took me a couple minutes to STOP feeling it. it felt like i almost died and whatever chemical that was being released in my brain to make me feel that way felt like something that should only be released in the most extreme and threatening fight or flight situations. and the fact that something in my DREAM had the power to control it is fucked up. it was like. the most afraid i have ever felt of the physical ramifications of a dream. and i still feel icky.

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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