i hear the voices that will not be drowned

never stray

Hades and Persephone

(Y/N) looked out to the gloomy kingdom of Hell, trying to drown out the ghostly screams with her humming. The humming helped none though, as she could still hear the banshee-like shrieks over her own head voice. If it wasn’t for the King of the Underworld, (Y/N) would never be caught dead even in death in this Hell.

She hugged her arms around her body and turned from the balcony back into Hades’ temple; her home. The black marble clicked against her shoes and echoed down the vacant halls, reminding her of the loneliness and eeriness she faced when Harry wasn’t home. It was verging 20 days since she’s last seen him. When he was away, (Y/N) was strictly allowed to not leave the temple. Harry promised her that it was for her own protection yet, she stayed stir crazy there for the entirety of Fall and Winter.

A sudden clicking of the chamber doors tore (Y/N) from her thoughts, her heart beat picking up from the thought of her husband arriving home. She took silent steps towards the front and was met with the back of her husband’s curly head of hair.

Harry turned from the door and a smirk bloomed onto his face at the sight of his wife. He held his hand out, folding his fingers around hers and pulling her into his broad embrace.

“My lover.” Harry sighed, squeezing her closer to his heart. Harry’s heart didn’t beat but he swore it fluttered alive when she was in his arms, his little goddess of spring and rebirth.

“Give me a kiss.” He whispered, using his knuckles to tip her head up.

(Y/N) touched her hand to his jaw and closed her eyes, taking a breath before leaning her mouth onto his and puckering slightly. Harry seemed unhappy with the slowness of it, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing his lips harder and while she was taken aback by the sudden eagerness of it, it wasn’t unwelcome. Every breath she took was stolen out from her lungs as Harry kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her for a thousand years. While he was rough he wasn’t forceful, for his hands stroked lovingly at her hips, fingering the material of her dress.

She pulled apart with her cheeks the color of peaches, Harry’s matching. (Y/N)’s lips tingled and she swore she would die with the memory of his mouth on hers.

“Where were you?” She asked, even though she knew it was pointless. Harry kept all of his godly business to himself, never sharing what was happening above the Underworld and quite literally leaving her in the dark. There could’ve been a war happening on Mount Olympus and she wouldn’t of known until it was over.

Harry shook his head, excusing her question. “I hope you were good while I was away?”

(Y/N) nodded, averting her eye contact to the ground. She had learned a long time ago that after Harry had kidnapped her from Demeter, escaping was pointless and her best bets was staying with him. She didn’t mind though.

Harry tilted his head and kept his eyes on her, thumbing her cherry colored lips. “Are you lying to me?”

(Y/N) tensed because no, she was genuinely telling the truth about behaving herself while he was gone. Harry must’ve felt her body harden because he suddenly laughed, pressing one chaste kiss to her cheekbone. “I’m playing, pet. I know you’re a good girl.”

With that Harry pulled away and started down the hall, turning into the very last room; their bedroom. It was one of the grandest rooms of the entire building, one (Y/N) spent the majority of her time at when Harry was gone. Much to her disliking, it was a dark room filled with minimal color. The bed sheets were black, the curtains black, the marble black. Nights when Harry took her from behind she felt as if she was spiraling in a black hole of ecstasy, Harry creating the stars before her own eyes.

She smoothed down the wrinkles on her dress and followed her husband’s footsteps into their bedroom, gasping when the sight of his naked body abruptly meeting her.

“I-I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) stuttered, looking down. “I didn’t realize you were changing.”

Harry laughed boyishly and strolled up to her, hugging their bodies together. “Silly girl, there’s no reason to be sorry.”

“I know but…” She wove off mid sentence as Harry had started to brush his fingers through her hair, making her sigh contently at the tickling, yet soothing sensation.

“If I wasn’t so tired from my travels I would have you singing underneath me. For tonight let’s just sleep.”

“Are you going to change?” She responded, splaying her hand out on his collarbones. (Y/N) had missed him much more than she had allowed herself to.

“I think,” He started with a smile, one that caused his dimples to poke out. “…the only person who should be changing is you. Out from your clothes.”

“I don’t sleep in the nude. Unlike you, I’m proper.” She teased, running her hands down Harry’s chest to his waist. Her hands never dipped lower than his V-lines but despite that, Harry’s hips surged closer to her own.

“You will tonight.” And with that, he swept (Y/N) from her feet and twirled her before falling onto the bed and wrestling her from her dress. The dark, gloomy room was filled with their laughs and shrieks, two sounds that differed so heavily from the moans and groans of the dead just beyond the gates.

If anyone had seen the two in that moment, without knowledge they would’ve looked like a young couple in love; not Hades and Persephone. This was a scene of love, of trust and the only time you would find the King of the Dead more alive than dead.

anonymous asked:

I really think the same about Camila, like I don't really like her but I would be okay if she made Shawn happy you know? But sorry, I don't like when she sings just shut up please

I’m trying to be cool because Shawn likes her as a friend so I mean I’d accept it but I just still don’t like her. But seriously I just wanted to hear him sing. Her whiny voice drowned him out 😑😑😑

I’ve been going through a lot lately and I miss you all the time and I just wanna tell you but I’m afraid of what you’re going to tell me because I know that I’m not allowed to miss you anymore but god I feel like I’m drowning.
—  I can’t breathe and I want to hear your voice


Matthias was dreaming again. Dreaming of her. The storm raged around him, drowning out Nina’s voice. And yet his heart was easy. Somehow he knew that she would be safe, she would find shelter from the cold. He was on the ice once more, and somewhere he could hear the wolves howling. But this time, he knew they were welcoming him home.

Farvell,” she said in Fjerdan. “May Djel watch over you until I can once more.”

Between Two Worlds (study for a recurring dream of ichor baptism fashioned as a portico fresco cartoon), 2016 

I have experienced the vision twice so far: in my childhood (around 1984) and last autumn. 

I enter a concealed pavilion and immediately hear a soft female voice speaking an unknown language. There is something about the timbrе that robs me of my will power and I gradually lose control over my body. The sermon brings me to my knees and pulls towards an imposing figure of a pitch black priestess - her features and details of her attire flattened by uniform blackness. I realize before long that the voice is no more and the scene is now drowned in a solemn silence. The lady tends to a peculiar suspended vessel and places it directly over my head. At her slightest touch it tilts and a warm, living substance pours down upon me. It covers me whole and eventually locks my body in this hard resin shell. Panic surge is quickly replaced by the most glorious sensation of myself imploding within the shell and falling endlessly through the soul’s looking glass into the unknown.

Acrylics on paper mounted on prepared hardboard, 23.7 x 22.5 cm  

Marry Me For Christmas? // Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: What matters most about Christmas is the appreciation of the love we’ve found in the years we’ve had. Sebastian’s realized that this year he was going to make sure he gave the best present of all to you…

Warnings? None 

Characters: Sebastian / Reader

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Every year I spent with Sebastian was just extraordinary. No present or gift would compare just to be able to see the sight of him asleep in the morning light, with the sound of taxi cabs and people bustling down below us, it was New York waking up, and I couldn’t love it more. Hearing the muffled voices and beeps of the rushing business men and women were always drowned out by opening my eyes to the beauty they say only God’s possess. If that is so, then I was dating fuckin’ Zeus.

His long eyelashes hid those blue eyes that sparkled in the sun’s passionate rays. His hair, which stood about a foot high in the morning and was all askew, just begging me to run my fingers through it. Always gentle so I didn’t harshly hit any knots that came from his constant rolling around in the night.

“Are you staring at me again?”

His raspy morning voice made my heart skip a beat and my cheeks turn into a soft rose colored blush. I didn’t take my eyes off of him, though, I just continued to stare at his face, focusing my eyes on his jawline. I raised a hand from where it laid on Sebastian’s chest, giving the scruff that was formed on his chiseled chin, a loving touch, lightly gliding my hand to and from his right side jaw.

“Can you blame me? I get to wake up to this in the morning…” Moving slowly to his lips, I gave a tender kiss, to which I happily felt reciprocated by the sleepy man that I was hopelessly in love with. With a slow tug of our lips naturally sticking together, I let them part to open my eyes and see those dazzling blue eyes sparkling just like they did every morning I blessed to see them.

“I’m the lucky one here, baby.” His toasty hands ran their fingers through my messy hair that had fallen out of its bun while I had been sleeping apparently. A doting smile was plastered on his face, and I couldn’t help but give one back. “How did I get so lucky?” Sebastian asked quietly. I gave a small shrug and let my head fall to his chest, snuggling itself into the gap Sebastian left in the nook of his neck and shoulder. Kissing his neck as I snuggled back into the arms of my love. “Are you gonna be miss sleeping beauty all day?” Purring into his neck, I signified that I had no intentions of leaving his arms today.

I murmured into his neck and felt his chuckle rumble slowly in his chest where my arm was laid across.

“Eh chri-mah, bae-bee.” His cold lips pressed against my heated forehead, giving me a long kiss before pulling away and letting a breath of his fortunate life in the present sink in. “Don’t you wanna open gift’s honey?” I grunted a ‘no’ and didn’t hear a reply back, just a tightening of his grip on my waist, pulling me closer to him as he wrapped his other arm around me, enclosing me in an embrace no one else could ever give me. It was the embrace of a man in love. A man in love with me.


His head was resting on the top of mine, looking out at the snow falling down onto the terrace our New York apartment had in the master bedroom. It was a walk out terrace and Sebastian could see the outdoor furniture starting to become camouflaged with billions upon billions of white snowflakes. He’d heard that every snowflake was unique, not one had the same pattern as any other.

That was what you were to him, one small, minuscule snowflake that he could proudly say was all his, unique and one of a kind. Not once, did you complain about his life’s never ending unpredictability? Or the fact that his job involved potentially kissing other women, changing his diet drastically and going to the gym almost for four to five hours a day. You never let one rumor spread about you touch your velvety skin or the words people wrote about you online. Nothing broke your skin, penetrating your heart with the hate that sometimes seemed almost too overwhelming for him.

“I love you. So much, dahlin’. I feel like my heart’s gonna explode sometimes when I get thinkin’ about how much I love you.”

You didn’t unravel yourself from Seb, but you did lift your head just a bit, so your lips were right next to his ear. It caused shivers to run down his back with your soft morning lips lightly touching the bottom of his ear, “There’s not one day that goes by that I don’t thank the heavens above for you, Sebastian. I don’t think any present will ever make me happier than when I’m here with you.”

His heart pounded and his temperature rose while he removed one arm from your warm waist that was hidden underneath the mountain of blankets you two had piled on. The heating system broke and since it was Christmas week and then New Years, the guy to fix the system wouldn’t be here for another two weeks.

You were getting sick of the bitter cold inside the apartment, and every day that passed New York seemed to condemn us both with more and more snow, aka, less heat. We had a plug in heater in the living room and a fireplace that was hazardous considering the two stockings that hung dangerously close to the licks of fire that crackled in the scalding hot wood and coal.

It was only two weeks ago when you had been out with your mother and sister, shopping for Christmas gifts, that Sebastian himself, snuck out of the house; on a determined mission to get to the place that made him sweat with anxiety. The thought of what he was to do in that place him petrified with fear.

But two weeks ago he somehow summoned the courage; it was after you’d left him asleep, slipping out of the house to catch breakfast with your mother and sister for shopping. Even though you’d be gone, he still awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of soft piano music playing in the open living room and kitchen.

When he saw what you had done, leaving him with some warm coffee and gentle ambiance to wake up his senses, that he realized there was never going to be another woman like you in his life, never ever.

You went out of your way for the man who was gone from two to six months out of the year and took the time to set up the record player and brew his coffee so he’d wake up in a peaceful daze.

That’s what made him rush down to Tiffany’s and grab the ring he had his eye on ever since he’d taken you there on one of your very first dates. Your favorite movie was Breakfast At Tiffany’s and so coming to New York made you feel almost entitled to at least stop outside of the store and see the legendary jewelry store in all it’s morning glory.

“What’s wrong, gălușcă mea de dolofan?” my chubby dumpling. 

Sebastian didn’t even know that his hand was holding the cold ring in a tightly balled fist until you put your hand lightly over his, touching the tips of your fingers to his white knuckles.

A smile graced his lips and before he could even think, he turned his head to face yours. Concern knitted through your eyebrows and eyes gleaming so bright he’d never thought you looked more beautiful than you did in that moment, his white sweater covering your freezing figure. Hair all askew just begging him to run his fingers through, gently, though. So he didn’t pull any strands too hard if he hit a knot. Face clear of anything but your skin. Flawed and yet it was perfection. You were it for him, the one he wanted for the rest of his life. He hadn’t even known he had his palm around opened and the ring just sitting the sweaty palm of his hand. You know did not look in the least bit worried, you looked like you were thinking, wondering perhaps.

Wondering why he hadn’t spoken the final words that would start the rest of your life with him.

“Vrei să te măriți cu mine?” Will you marry me?

You looked as if you had no clue what he’d just said, but by the gleeful tears forming in your eyes and coloring of your face turning into a soft baby pink blush he always loved seeing on your face, you must’ve had a good hunch. Too excited to lay down anymore, he held you as you two sat up in bed.

The only sound was the beeping of horns on the snow covered streets and the soft beats of Stevie Wonder that was playing on Sebastian’s phone in low volume.

“Yes, Sebastian. Yes, yes, yes.” Your hands held his head as you pushed your lips onto his in such a force he hadn’t felt before. Pulling away, a tear slipped out of your eyes that glistened with joy. A joy he gave you, the look on your face was precious, priceless, and simply perfect.

Your shaking voice made his brain become unfuzzy. Suddenly he realized he had done the thing he’d feared the most: Asking the woman of his dreams to marry him. 

“Merry Christmas, my darling.”

There’s a Christmas-y one for you guys! Sorry, it was so late since it’s literally 3 days away lol. But I hope you liked it! :) 

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Today, I Feel Sad

Today, I feel sad.

I skipped breakfast again because if I can’t see my ribs how will I remember to cage these emotions. The growl of my stomach is the only voice I hear that tells me I’m doing the right thing. I swallow guilt when food touches my tongue and there’s a bitterness that comes with taking what I know I don’t deserve.

Today, I feel sad.

I ran into the toilets and had a panic attack. I then ran the hairdryer to drown out the sobs from behind whitewashed cubicle doors. I wonder if anybody could hear the scraping of my flesh and the suppressed screams. My heart beat pummelled in my ears and the constant drum beat into me that I am in fact alive. This is all my life has become.

Today I feel sad.

Now sitting in my room I have no face to turn to. It doesn’t feel so unrealistic that most of the earth is empty. How do you tell anyone that you want to die? A conversation left unspoken, a recollection of thoughts hidden in the darkness of my shadow. Depression once again has me right where he wants me. Alone.

- A.S
Never Been Better

Prompt: Peter Parker and you have been grouped together in a group project. Maybe this stupid crush wasn’t one sided.

Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Hey! I hope you guys like this! Peter Parker is just so adorable in my eyes! I’m always open for requests!

Originally posted by comicbookfilms



Science is probably the most boring subject there ever was. While in class, the teacher’s voice slowly drowns out and I can’t hear a thing she’s saying. Even while I have science, I love that class the most. Because Y/n’s in that class. She sits in the row in front of me and I can’t help myself from looking over at her. I can’t help it if I forget that I’m in class and I get caught up just staring at her like a fool.

Sometimes she turns around and almost catches me, but my reflexes help me jerk back up in my seat and look somewhat normal again.

Well, it’s Friday again and I have no idea what the teacher has been saying for the past half hour. But off into the distance I hear something similar to, “You’re going to be paired into groups to finish this project. I want this done and submitted by Tuesday.” Hearing project I sit up and stare wide eyes at my teacher. What?! I have no idea what she’s been teaching and now she wants a project done?! What are we even suppose to do anyways?

I start to look around at the people around me to see if they took notes or not but it looked they all looked as worried about this as I am. God, that doesn’t really help. I look over at Y/n and she looks as calm as ever with her glasses perched on her nose and her hair tied in a ponytail. Sighing, I remember that we had to get into groups. I’m not every…. Social. I barely talk to anyone and there’s no one in class I know.

Already dreading this project, I come to full alert when I see Derek, the senior that sits behind Y/n lean forward. I don’t hear what he’s saying but just from the fact that he’s so close to Y/n puts me on edge. She doesn’t seem too thrilled that he’s talking to her either but she puts on a polite smile. Derek wasn’t….. The smartest in the class, you could say. He wasn’t a bad guy, just too cocky for his own good.

Y/n starts to look a little frustrated and worried. I was help when the teacher spoke up again and the class quieted down. Unfortunately for you guys, I will be assigning your partners. “Megan, Porter. Dean, Beatrice. Ellen, Darren. Derek, Shawn. Y/n, Peter,” My eyes widen. I couldn’t believe my ears. Every noise around me started to fade as I start to panic a little on the outside,

This is my chance! This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is the perfect time for you to make a move on her! Then why is your heart beating so fast?! GOD! Get up! Introduce yourself! Come on. You can do this.

I hype myself up to get my ass up and go talk to her. When I finally turn to her, I see that she’s already looking at me. Only really concerned. Not the best reaction but it could be worse. I get up and walk to her desk and give her a small smile. “Hi, I’m Peter. Parker. That’s my last name. It’s nice to meet you Y/n. Do you have any idea what this project is? I wasn’t listening to be honest. I’m kind of freaking out. I have no idea what to do and since it’s over the weekend, that might make our schedules clash. But you know, whatever is nice for you. Hey, if we are to meet up, I’m going to need your number so we can make a date and time. Here.” I realize I was going on and on and ranting after the second sentence but I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth would not stop! My face started to heat up half way through that little speech but god! I couldn’t shut myself up and now she probably thinks I’m insane. Holding out my phone, I just stared at the edge of her desk while hoping the floor would open up and swallow me.



Well. That was something. In front of me right now was Peter Parker. Probably the cutest guy in school, but also the biggest dork there ever was. I knew he…. liked me? Hard to tell since we’ve never actually spoke to each other before. I know he looks… well, stares at me in class. He’s not exactly very good at hiding it. But that just makes him more adorable in my eyes.

I could tell he was nervous talking to me from his blush and the fact that his sentences are blending together and nothing was making sense. That made me feel very flattered. No one has been nervous or flustered talking to me before and I love that I made him react that way. “Hello Peter. Nice to meet you too.” I grab the phone from his hand and smile to myself when I notice that he still hasn’t looked at me. “I’m quite bust on Sunday, if you would like, we could meet up at my house on Saturday night. Let’s say around 9pm. I know it’s the weekend so I hope it’s not clashing with any prior commitments you’ve made.” I finish typing in my number and hand it back to him. Looking up at him, I notice dark circles and some faint scars on his face. I’ve never noticed that looks tired before.

He lets out a small cough and says, “I think I’m free on Saturday. I don’t have plans this weekend but I don’t know if my Aunt May needs help with anything around the house. But I’ll remember to tell you before that day comes. I’ll talk to you later then.”

Before he’s too far, I reach out and grab his wrist. He jerks in shock and turns to look at me with wide eyes.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter. Truly. I’ll see you later.” I make sure to keep eye contact with him. As his cheeks starts to turn redder, I feel mine does too.

He jerks his head with quick nods and hurries back to his desk.

I let out a little chuckle and turn back and waits for the teacher to start teaching again.


It’s Friday night and still there was no reply from Peter. I hate to admit that I’m constantly checking my phone to see if he messaged me. Does he not want to meet up? Is he busy? Is he with someone else? What if he’s in trouble somewhere?!

Before my mind could go running off, a notification dings from my phone and I’m embarrassed to say I rushed to open it.

Peter: I can come on Sunday. Can’t wait to see you then :)

I fell asleep with a smile on my face that night.


Saturday came and passed in a blur and now I’m sitting in my room anxiously waiting for Peter to ring the doorbell. I know that this is stupid. It’s just a science project on the mitochondria, but I can’t get my heart to stop beating so hard.

Finally, the doorbell rings through my house and I slowly walk out of my room to the front door. Not wanting to look too eager.

Opening the door, I smile up at him. “Hey.I have everything set up in my room because the computer’s there but if you feel more comfortable in the kitchen, we could do it there.”
“No. It’s fine.” Peter’s eyes are flickering around the house as I walk him back to my room.

“Alright. Let’s do it.”

Hours later I realize Peter does not focus in class, whatsoever. But he catches on quick and we were nearly done with our project. Peter lets out a long sigh and flops down on my bed making me bounce.

“Can we take a break?” He asks.

Flopping down to lie next to him, “Sure. We’re almost done anyways.”

“Mind if I get myself a snack?”

“Sure. You know where the kitchen is. Check the pantry. I’m not exactly sure with what we have right now.”

“Alright! I’ll bring back something too.”

He bounces off the bed and out my room. I continue to stare up at the ceiling. God. He was adorable today. Some silly crush keeps making me look at him and it’s like I see little hearts flying around him. I sit back up when I hear his footsteps come closer. I see him fill the doorway with a plate of chips and a few pieces of fruit.

“Hey. I wasn’t exactly sure what you wanted to eat. So I just grabbed a bit of everything. I hope that’s ah!” Before I know it, he was tripping over our books lying on the floor and tumbling straight at me. He knocks into me and I fall back on the bed. I look up to see Peter managed to stop himself before he fell on top of me.

I gasp when I realize our faces were mere inches apart.

I notice a blush starting from his neck slowly climb up his face to reside on his cheeks.

He blinks nearly a dozen times in a matter of a few seconds and starts to stutter out words. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. I- uh, wasn’t seeing where I, um, was going. You okay?” He was looking at my shoulder, refusing to look me in the eye. That made me smile at him. He’s so goddamn adorable.

I reach up and lay my hand on his cheek and whisper, “I’ve never been better.”

He stares at me wide eyes as I pull him to me. I think I hear angels singing when his lips finally touch him.

“Never been better.”

Ok but look at Scott’s eyes welling up when he hears his best friend’s voice…My heart just shatters!

Imagine the pain of thinking you had a best friend who had gone missing but there was no evidence he even existed so you start to doubt yourself and then you hear his voice.


“why do you only paint me in blue?” louis asks one day. they’re laying on the floor of harry’s studio and the only thing he can hear is the steady thump of harry’s heart as he rests his ear against his chest.

louis traces the tips of his fingers down the long expanse of harry’s torso and back up. he does this three more times before he hears the hitch of harry’s voice; a tell that he’s going to say something.

“you remind me of endless things,” harry starts, then pauses.

“like what?” fingers stopping their movement on harry’s stomach, louis peers up at harry with an ocean worth of questions in his eyes.

“the first time i heard you laugh i felt like diving into a lake and never resurfacing. that’s when i realized that i could drown in your voice and never miss the air. you’re like…” he trails off and bites on his bottom lip before continuing on. “you remind me of the sky a lot. and i know you hate clichés, but i can’t help thinking that behind the blue is something so grand and extraordinary. something untouched and full.”

harry closes his eyes, leans his head back, and hums.

“what are you singing?” louis presses his head into harry’s chest harder. he wants to hear every piece of harry, from the way his heart beat has sped up to the gentle rasp of his voice.

“you remind me of every song i’ve tried to finish but never could.” louis begins to protest until he feels the gentle scratch of harry’s finger nails against his back.

“i’ve written so many songs for you. every time i leave them unfinished i think of how much left we have to live. how i have endless years of loving you,” harry says, hand moving up into louis’ hair to give a pull.

“i only paint you in blue because you remind me of endless things. i look at you and think of the depth of the sky, the expanse of the ocean, and the infinite possibilities of every lyric i write for you. i see your face and i’m reminded that no matter what happens or where in the world we are, my love for you is eternal.”  

I want to tell you that out of every sound that I’ve ever heard with my own two ears, the sound of her voice is the only thing that has ever been able to calm me. I have stood in front of the ocean and listened to the waves, I have laid in bed and listened to rain fall outside of my window, and I have heard the way she pronounces my name. I want to follow her around for the rest of my life just to hear her speak. If I were to ever go deaf, I can honestly say the only sound I would truly miss is the sound of her breathing. Everything else in the world is deafening compared to her soft voice. I ask her to sing me to sleep when we’re on the phone. I tell her to never stop talking to me. I want to drown myself in that voice of hers. Sometimes I find myself forgetting the way she sounds and everything stops making sense to me. I want to hear about everything she has to say about anything. She is like music in a nation where nobody has a voice. Like forgiveness in a country that believes in capital punishment. Like the truth in a city full of lies.
—  m.o.w

It’s been a couple hundred years since Alec died and magus still sees him and hears his voice everywhere he has vowed never to fall in love because it always hurts he loved Alec so much and there will never be another Alec and he knows that so it won’t stop hurting he’s tried to get rid of everything that makes him think of Alec but still he is all Magnus can think of he drowns his pain in alcohol but even that reminds him of Alec

Simon D - Drunken Antics

Originally posted by callmeloco0

“What?” You yelled into your phone since you were having difficulty figuring out what the caller was trying to tell you because the loud music in the background was drowning out his voice. “Jay, I can barely hear you!” At this moment, he hung up on you. You let out a brief sigh and rolled your eyes. If he was going to call you, he could at least go to a more quiet area. You started wondering why he would even make the effort to call you because Jay hated calls. He barely picked up his phone, and he didn’t call anyone on his own free will- he preferred text messages. 

Could it have been something important? You shook your head at the thought. He was probably wasted and called you by accident. But not shortly after he hung up, you received a message from him which made you worry.

Club A. Come here ASAP! Simon’s about to do something hella stupid.”

You felt your pulse rising as you read his text. You imagined the worst things and you began to feel really worried. Without much hesitation, you bid goodbye to your friends and left the restaurant. While you were walking to your car you quickly texted Jay to wait outside for you, otherwise, it would be a pain in the ass trying to get into the club. Club A was known to be the hot spot for many celebrities and that’s why the security had increased tremendously over the years. You threw your bag onto the passenger seat and drove off.


“What’s going on?” You asked him right away when you spotted him close to the entrance, before even greeting him.

“Well, nice to see you too, my friend,” he said jokingly, throwing his arms around you for a hug nonetheless.

“Where is he?” You gave him a brief hug before pushing yourself away from him again, inspecting him. First, he made you freak out over his text message and now, he was acting all relaxed and cool. You were utterly confused and you couldn’t judge the situation properly. Was it just a prank to get you here?

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Samandriel and Enamored

This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love it <3 <3

Word Count: 311

Warnings: fluff

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You twirled around in your dress as you danced around in your room.  Samandriel felt like he was trespassing.  He watched your hips sway and your feet move with the music.  The room was silent, but he could hear the song lyrics flow through your mind as if you were your very own karaoke machine.

His heart swooned as you started to sing aloud.  Your voice was like a golden river, filling the room completely.  Was he drowning in your voice?  Why did he find it hard to breathe all of a sudden?  What was this feeling inside of him?

Samandriel had this wide grin on his face as he watched you.  He almost didn’t want it to end, but even he knew all good things came to an end.  That’s when you turned around and you were now aware of his presence.  The angel thought you would be mortified that he had been watching you.  Yet, your face lit up like the north star in the night sky.

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Agreeing with God

by Joyce Meyer - posted January 25, 2017

Fight the good fight of the faith; lay hold of the eternal life to which you were summoned and [for which] you confessed the good confession [of faith] before many witnesses.
—1 Timothy 6:12

Take a step of faith and no matter how you feel, agree with God that He loves you. You are wonderfully made and have many talents and strengths. You are valuable, and as a believer in Jesus, you are the righteousness of God in Him. You have rightness before God instead of wrongness—be thankful for that amazing gift!

Begin to speak out against feelings of insecurity and say, “I belong to God and He loves me!” (see Ephesians 2:10). We believe more of what we hear ourselves say than what others say, so start saying something good and drown out the other voices that condemn you.

Fight for yourself! Fight the good fight of faith and refuse to live below the level at which Jesus wants you to live. His kingdom is righteousness, peace, and joy (see Romans 14:17). Don’t settle for anything less.

Prayer of Thanks: I thank You, Father, that I can boldly declare in faith who I am in Christ. Thank You that You created me as one of a kind and You love me dearly. Today, I choose to believe that I am Your workmanship.

anonymous asked:

Kageyama realizing he has a big gross crush on Tsukishima in their second year after they win a game with Tsukki scoring TEN POINTS ON HIS BLOCKING ALONE. He watches Yachi tend to his bruised hands and imagines kissing away the pain. Then he shoves Hinata aside from the water fountain and tries to drown himself.

HAHA aw I can totally imagine Kags doing this. And it takes Hinata only one week to find out about his crush because he literally won’t stop bothering Kageyama about why he’s acting all weird until he snaps, “I LIKE TSUKISHIMA, DUMBASS”. And then turns red because he said it SO loudly and now ALL of the team is staring at him and Kageyama panics and runs out to try and drown himself in the water fountain again. Except this time he hears a smooth voice next to him, “Stupid king, how will you go on a date with me if you drown right now.”

Two weeks later, Kageyama actually almost drowns because their date was at a beach and he was too embarrassed to admit he couldn’t swim.

this is a burning like screeching tires on asphalt,
in the middle of the night /
the moon giddy in the clouds, like
lilting laughter and violet voices /
& the radio is booming at max. volume,
wishing to drown out the stars //

so thank god i can’t hear my own
thoughts anymore /
i’m just in the backseat singing to the
fallen angels and shooting stars /
they tell me who the moon is in love with
((it’s the sun, she’s all giggles and thunderstorm)) /
& i remember us dying our hair neon
thinking it would hide the caverns under our skin //

… this must be youth:
screaming into the void, and
falling in love with chaos, and
lightning / and flowers / and brown eyes /
waiting for the sun to set, waiting for the sun to rise,
for a sign.


You could hear the shakiness and despair in Bucky’s voice when he utters those words. He remembers them. All of his victims. Every single one.  He not only had to watch himself kill innocent people, but he remembers doing it too …and maybe that’s why he thinks he isn’t worth the fight. Maybe that’s why he struggles to find a reason to believe he’s worth saving. Because getting up everyday is already hard enough. Because he’s drowning in the blood of the innocence and the pain that he created. It doesn’t matter to him that he wasn’t in control. He still did it. He still directs the blame towards his entire being…and that’s honestly so heartbreaking.