i look at my own notes all day

MC as a Barista

I thought of this while in star bucks one day. What if MC worked at a coffee shop part time before meeting the RFA and continued to work there after joining and one of the members walked in and ordered a drink without realizing it was MC. So she obviously recognized  them from chat so she wrote a little message on their cups, only for them to realize it after they left. ? 

I apologize if this is kind OOC? Feed back is appreciated!

Yoosung

  • Stands there for awhile before heading to the counter
  • MC smiles brightly at him as she recognized him.
  • Orders a Venti Hot chocolate
  • MC nods and says “Coming right up, can I get your name for the order?”
  • a small giggle escaped her as she nodded and walked away with his cup before writing down a special note for him.
  • “ It was nice to see you in person, Superman Yoosung! ^3^. Since I made you this drink…you got to return the favor remember? - MC ❤ ”
  • He thinks she’s cute but he can’t fall for the barista right? He’s already talking to MC via messenger!
  • They exchange thank you’s and he walks out.
  • Notices the little note on the side of his cup as he got to the bus stop to head to the University.
  • NON STOP SMILES FOR THE REST OF THE DAY
  • sends a text message to MC
  • “MC!!! Why didn’t you tell me you worked there?!! I can’t bring myself to throw this cup away now! It’s just a reminder that we are really under the same sky!

Zen

  • Walks in, obviously thinks the barista is cute
  • MC smiles as friendly as she could. She didn’t want to make it obvious.
  • His ego get’s the best of him
  • “I bet you’re a fan, You want a autograph? How about a Selca with me?”
  • She nods and takes out her phone real quickly. Takes the photo
  • he’s now grinning. she’s so cute ~
  • Orders a grande Tea.
  • MC nods as she turned to start his order.
  • Writes
  • “You were right, you are more handsome in person. Also I managed to get your fan club to come to the party ~ Hopefully I can get my hands on you too, Zenny ~ MC  ❤ “
  • After they exchange thank you’s he flashed her a playful smirk and winked.
  • Quickly she logged onto the messenger to leave the selca they took together with the caption
  • “…I ran into my favorite actor today hehe ~ !
  • [ photo attachment of her and Zen together ]
  • As Zen left he took a drink only to see the note in the corner of his eye
  • turning the cup. He read it
  • CUE HIM SPITTING OUT HIS HOT DRINK
  • debates to turn back or not
  • hears his messenger go off
  • reads what MC says and laughs as he seen her sign off real fast.
  • decides to send a text message to her
  • “You know I will be coming over here every day now to see my princess ~

Jaehee

  • She decided to go to a different cafe today
  • walks into MC’s work place.
  • Looks at the beverage board for a few minutes
  • MC standing there with a huge grin on her face
  • tries so hard to not say her name out loud.
  • as Jaehee walks up to the counter she orders
  • 1 for her boss. A espresso with 2 shots for him
  • 1 for her. A Venti coffee for her. ( 3 creams 4 sugars )
  • MC Nodded as she asked which cup is her drink.
  • Quickly writes a small note on her cup
  • “You can do this Jaehee! Remember I am here for you if you ever need support ~ Cheer up! - MC  ❤  “
  • and writes another note on Jumin’s cup
  • “…you better be nice to Jaehee today, She’s human too. - MC”
  • As she put the cup in the cup holders she smiled towards Jaehee
  • “…I hope you have a nice day, Miss. Jaehee ~”
  • That’s when Jaehee smiled and nodded, walking out she went back to the car. Passing one cup to Jumin.
  • a small pause
  • “Assistant Kang?”
  • Oh no… he doesn’t like it does he??
  • “…MC wrote some strange note on my cup”
  • looks at it. Gasps lightly as she noticed there was writing on her cup as well.
  • Smiles brightly as they drove past the cafe
  • NOW SHE CAN’T STOP SMILING
  • ALL DAY ALL SMILES. HAPPY BAEHEE
  • and a confused Jumin

Jumin

  • RARELY goes to a cafe on his own.
  • ASSISTANT KANG HELP
  • walks in on his own, instantly regrets it.
  • how does one order a drink? do they walk up?
  • do they come to him?
  • MC can’t help but suppress the giggling and smiling she’s doing
  • C & R Director is in her coffee shop looking so lost.
  • Decides to walk up to him with a pen and paper in hand
  • “…Excuse me J—Sir?”
  • a commoner walking up to him? so he was right they walk up to you
  • “…you seem out of place. You need help?”
  • a flash smile touched his lips before walking up to the counter with her
  • Asks which drink is the best.
  • “…you seem like the type of man who’d enjoy a regular type of drink. I can make you a grande french vanilla?”
  • nods as he paid and left a reasonable tip
  • LET’S JUST SAY HE LIKED THE HELP
  • AND MAYBE HER FACE
  • AND THAT NO-ONE TOOK TIME TO HELP
  • he’s waiting for his cup on the other side so she took liberty to write a small note
  • “…I cannot help but think you’re so cute while all flustered. Please say hello to Elizabeth 3rd for me. I hope you have a good day at work. - MC ❤ “
  • After she was done she passed it over to him
  • “Have a nice day, Mr. Jumin, sir ~ “
  • turns around and nods before walking to his car.
  • As he got in he noticed the small note on the side
  • reading it he couldn’t help but chuckle
  • “…Driver Kim. I want to come to this exact place every day at the same time.”

Luciel / 707 / defender of justice ….[Saeyoung]

  • Already knew she worked there. But since he was rare to post selca’s in chat
  • he decided to have fun with this.
  • Walks in and decides to grab a smoothie for the day.
  • RIGHT SOMETHING HEALTHY FOR ONCE
  • What Saeyoung forgot is that he recently posted a photo of himself in chat
  • MC knew who he was. Seven knew who she was
  • LET THE GAMES BEGIN
  • “…what’s your healthiest smoothie?”
  • “…I’d have to say the orange mango smoothie. It hits the taste buds”
  • “…okay can I get a hot chocolate”
  • 707 that little shit
  • “can I get a name for this order?”
  • “Tom”
  • MC snorts as she nods, grabbing his cup she wrote a small note
  • “using your friend’s name huh? well it was nice to see you in person, God seven! now go save the earth!  ~ 606 ❤ “
  • they exchange thank you’s and good byes before he walked away
  • he looked down at his cup and couldn’t help but laugh.
  • “my 606 ~ “
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Saturday morning journal entries

Note: I used other artists as inspiration for this spread, but all of the work is my own. if you see something that looks similar to art you or someone you know did just message me and I would be absolutely willing to give them credit for their ideas!

Meet Me Inside -  Part 1

Masterlist  I  Part 2 

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus. 

A/N: I finally had some inspiration thanks to a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for ages. And i’m so excited.

Warnings: None for this part. 

Words: 2134

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Rubbing the fatigue from your eyes, you groan as you roll over, picking up your phone and squinting as the screen shines far too brightly while you turn off your alarm and drop the phone back on to your bedside table.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself repeatedly as you roll out of bed and get ready.

Only one more year and you’d finally finish your Masters Degree. The thought, however, was always threatened to be dampened by the realisation that you’d need to make plans for what you would undertake after you graduate, but you pushed the thought aside whenever it threatened to linger.

Although you’d refused the offer to go out the night before, you had stayed awake for much longer than you should have and it showed. Your eyes were puffy and dry from lack of sleep.

“Last year” you mutter to yourself once more.

As was routine, you tie your hair back, dress in whatever is clean, grab your phone from the bedside and your bag from beside the door, locking your apartment as you leave.

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assbutts-and-angelwings  asked:

I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them

I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”

@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it! 


As much as he’d like it to be the case, Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’ law firm.

It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.

“Leaving early?” James poked his head up, at Thomas’ movement.

“There’s a kid hanging around outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” James reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his work.

The kid jumped when Thomas opened the door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice, warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.

“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up, then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair, given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.

“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we can find them?”

“Umm,” The kid started again, but this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’ chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”

Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your Dad’s name?”

The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh, it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.

Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”

“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched. There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.

There wasn’t anything for it, though. Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”

Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition. Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says you’re really distracting!”

Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not 'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid? Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.

“How about we wait inside for your Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go somewhere with a relative stranger.

Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered, small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.

“That’s very cool!” Thomas enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him, alright?”

Philip beamed. “Alright! This place looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?

Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least explain the situation, after all.

“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even though I’ve never met him before.”

Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked, but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his work.

Alex was determined to keep his promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for all that free overtime.

Unfortunately, all the owing in the world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he explained his circumstances.

No, he could do this and still be out on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.

Only, when he did that, Philip had already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car and to home.

Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he? Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.

Alex was focused; so focused that his phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized Philip was missing.

It must have been hours later, the sun starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking. Alex had lost his son.

He didn’t want to even think about the phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this point.

Alex was just stressed enough to miss the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.

“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding into his arms.

“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr. Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”

“Wha- Philip, where have you been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared, you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!” Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”

Alex loosened his hug so that he could face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off, remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory tone, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked, always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”

There was no reason for Jefferson to be lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in his chest. “Excuse me-”

“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again, lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”

Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated them.

Jefferson did open his mouth, but his eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.

Philip looked up at him cautiously. Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into his voice.

“Of course!” Jefferson reached a hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work! It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.” He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.

Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach that he’d rather not analyze.

“No! You gotta stay for supper! We can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.

Alex opened his mouth, searching for an excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start, Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.

“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned on its head.

Jefferson flinched in surprise for a moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.

“I suppose I can stay and tell your Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.

“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”

Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”

Philip spouted denials in between giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat in his hallway.

Somewhere between numb and completely unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.

“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s been on the same page today.”

Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now. “Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I guess not.”

Jefferson smirked- how could he not?- but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy. The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”

Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind. “Thank you,” he said instead.

“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.” Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which is even weirder!”

Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”

Jefferson was howling right beside him. “I know, right?!”

Their laughs petered off, save for a quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around- Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey, can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”

Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.

“That sounds nice. If your Dad agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to Alex, question standing.  A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied- when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.

“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or die trying.

You Deserve to be Saved

Synopsis:  Destiel Coda for 12.14.  In which Cas takes issue with Dean perpetually rolling over for his parents and serving as the family’s emotional giving tree. 


“So you and your mother reconciled,” Cas reiterates, having just been brought up to speed on the latest Winchester drama.  

Dean shrugs, not looking up from the firearm he’s currently dismantling on his bedside table.  “Yeah, Cas, I guess we did.”

“And you…apologized,” Cas concludes.  “To her.”

Dean looks up, a little surprised by how taken aback the affirmation sounds.  “Well, yeah,” he huffs.  “I mean, I was wrong, wasn’t I?  Mary…Mom, she’s her own woman, and I’m my own man.  We’re all adults here.”  Dean pauses, metal clinking in his hands.  “I should be able to get by without someone to…to kiss me on the head every night, or, or make me lunch or whatever.” 

Cas observes him quietly, noting the way his head ducks slightly, almost subconsciously, as though he’s ashamed by the admission.  

“I’d be happy to kiss your head every night, Dean,”  Cas offers.  “And though I’m not certain my culinary skills are up to par, I’d be honored to prepare you lunch every day as well.” 

Dean looks up again, brow furrowed, as though trying to determine whether Cas is serious.  After a few seconds, he manages a scoff.  “Come on, man, I just told you:  I don’t need all that junk.  I’m an adult, and I should be able to act like one.”  

With that, Dean hopes the matter will be resolved and Cas will let the subject drop.  Needless to say, he’s not so lucky.

“It’s not childish to crave love, Dean.”

This time, Dean pauses, dismantled pieces stilling in his hands.  He doesn’t look up – just stares comprehensively at the gun in front of him.  Reduced to the sum of its parts, it’s useless.  An ineffective weapon, just like him.

Nevertheless, Cas continues to pull him apart.  “Lunches and head kisses…they are a means to an end,” he says.  “What you really wish for, Dean, is someone to care for you.  To hold your needs as equal to theirs, and to treat you with tenderness and affection.”

Dean blinks damp eyes, wishing above all else that Cas would just stop.  “Cas-”   

“You deserve that, Dean,” Cas concludes.  The statement is almost ponderous, as though it’s a philosophical principle.  “You deserve to be loved.”

These words are the final straw, and Dean is the proverbial camel.  He breaks: he hates crying in front of people, even Cas, but he does, heaving quiet, shuddery sobs, pieces of his useless gun still cradled in his fingers like a broken toy.

He feels like a child, but he can’t stop.  Next thing he knows, Cas’s arms are around him, warm and strong and reassuring.

“I can’t…” he tries to say, gesturing futilely to his unfinished sidearm.  “I gotta…I gotta finish this.”

“It’s alright, Dean,” Cas assures him.  “Just leave it for now.  You’re more important than any gun.” 

Dean cries harder.  He feels like an idiot, but he can’t help but curl into the warm firmness of Castiel’s chest, letting him hold him tight like he did all those years ago. 

They stay like that for what seems like an infinitely long time, Cas resting his chin on the top of Dean’s head and murmuring soothing words in his deep, gravelly voice that make Dean feel as though his muscles are turning to jello.  He knows he should loath to be this vulnerable around anyone, but some part of him – a very large part – loves it.  Needs it, even, at his very core. 

“Now,” Cas grumbles, once Dean has calmed down somewhat.  “About Mary.”

“Cas, you know I-”  Dean starts to protest, but Cas silences him.

“I know how it feels to serve as the perpetual punching bag for those around me, and I know how easily it can wear one down.  Even the likes of the great Dean Winchester,” he adds wryly.  “So please, Dean, for my sake if not for yours, know that you don’t have to accept anything other than the best treatment and the utmost respect.  You deserve that, Dean.” 

Dean looks up, a tad desperately.  “Cas, look, I get what you’re sayin’ here, and I appreciate it.  But Mary…” He searches for a way to articulate his feelings.  “…She’s my mom.”

“And she’s my friend and charge to protect,” Cas affirms.  “As well as one of the finest warriors I’ve ever known.  This does not mean you have to accept her dishonesty, her manipulation, or the manner in which she’s treated you.  She’s an adult, and it’s well in her rights to make her own decisions – that does not mean you have to passively allow her to hurt you, even inadvertently.”

“She’s not, Cas.  She’s just-”  Dean starts to say, but Cas gives him that irksome, knowing look, and he falls silent, eyelids fluttering.  “Fine.  Then what should I say to her?  Tell her to kiss my ass?  Go screw?”

“No,” Cas refutes patiently.  “Merely inform her that she’s hurt you, specifically what she’s done to hurt you, and then don’t apologize afterwards.”

Dean blinks, attempting briefly to think up some snarky retort, but he falls flat. It sounds so simple, the way he says it.  

“Can you do that for me, Dean?” Cas prompts, looking at him with such gentle adoration Dean almost wants to break something. 

Instead, he just nods, swallowing wetly.  “Yeah, Cas.  I can do that.” 

The two of them just sit there for a moment or two, looking wordlessly into one another’s eyes.  It’s a kind of intimacy Dean’s never had with anyone else in his life.  No one but Cas.

After a moment, he manages a chuckle.  “You know, it’s funny:  all these years, Cas, and you’re still pullin’ me out of hell.  I don’t know how you do it.”

Cas smiles softly at him.  “It’s because you deserve to be saved, Dean,” he murmurs.  “You always have.” 

emotional-context  asked:

122 for the Drabble Challenge, please? 😊

Been a while since I did any uni!lock, so this seemed a fun direction to go. Thought of a nice tie in to the show’s canon too! Here goes my last drabble sentence prompt!! :D


122. “I’m worried about losing my job!”

Sherlock stopped in his tracks as he spotted Molly sitting on her favorite bench by the water. He veered off course and went to join her, glad that he’d get a chance to tell her all about his latest brilliance during a chemistry class. The moment he got nearer though, his agenda was forgotten.

“Molly?” Sherlock questioned, taking a seat next to her. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

She sniffled and wiped her face with the sleeve of her jumper. “It’s stupid. I know it’s stupid, and I shouldn’t be so upset but…” She turned to him with pleading eyes. “Do I make terrible coffee?”

Sherlock stared back at her, pausing in thought for a moment…which was a moment too long.

“Oh God, I do, don’t I?!” Molly groaned, covering her face before speaking again. “I’ve had complaints at the cafe, and I think my boss is getting tired of putting up with a second rate barista.”

He nodded. “Ah, I see.”

Molly’s chin quivered a little again as she looked at him. “I’m worried about losing my job!”

Sherlock huffed a little but put an arm around her shoulder. “Molly, it’s just a part time job at a cafe. You’ll be a doctor in a couple of years and then what will your latte making skills matter?”

“You don’t understand,” she said, cheek now resting against his shoulder. “This helps me pay for my room! I hate to ask my dad for that money when he’s already paying for most of my education. And he hasn’t been feeling all that well lately and…and what if I can’t afford to stay here and then I have to commute every day? And then I would barely have time for another part time job and- and-”

“Molly, relax, it wouldn’t come to that!”

“You don’t know that!”

Something deep inside bubbled up in Sherlock’s chest; a fiercely protective instinct which motivated him to reassure and comfort this small woman who had been his loyal friend for so long now.

“I do know that, because if nothing else…you could stay with me.”

She chuckled softly against him. “Sherlock, be serious.”

“I am deadly serious! Why not? Why shouldn’t you stay with me? We trust each other, work nicely together, and get on well. Nothing to lose!”

Molly straightened up and peered at him, clearly noting his serious expression. “Well it…it might not come to that but just the same, it’s really lovely that you’d offer, Sherlock.”

He shrugged. “You’ve done many favors for me.”

“Yeah but this is a big sort of favor!”

“Well…” He smiled slyly. “Perhaps you can make it up to me when you’re a successful doctor.”

Molly grinned. “Oh I certainly would!” She looked into the distance dreamily. “I’ll have a lovely little flat in London one day…with a fireplace and a pretty kitchen! It’ll be nice and cozy and all my own, just the way I’d like things set up. And when I do have my perfect little place, I promise you can crash there anytime!”

Sherlock’s brow shot up in interest. “That is quite an offer as well, Dr. Hooper! You may end up regretting it.”

“Maybe,” she agreed with a little laugh and a friendly elbow to his side. “But the offer still stands. If you’re willing to give me a place to stay then I promise I’ll always be willing to do the same for you. That’s what friends do, right?”

She reached down and threaded her slender with his, giving his hand a gently squeeze as she laid her head back on his shoulder.

Sherlock breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart beat at double speed with the affectionate contact. He couldn’t help being a bit concerned about what it would do to him to truly share a living space with Molly Hooper. Though, in a way, he couldn’t wait to find out.

“Yes,” he agreed softly. “That’s what friends do.”

More dumb Bendy And The Ink Machine headcanons even though no one asked for them: This time actually about everyone’s favorite dancing demon and Henry/Joey’s falling out that caused Henry to leave

-Henry’s appearence would resemble Walt Disney and Joey as Chuck Jones, though quite a bit younger 

-Bendy generally got mistaken a lot for a cat, which was often a running gag in the cartoon shorts, which mainly started cause from my views of the old concept designing on the abandoned studio’s walls Bendy appeared far more like Felix The Cat rather than Mickey Mouse ( but that’s probably more so about avoiding copyright infringement. ) 

-Bendy’s general plot of his cartoons was to fit in his with his new life on the surface world after getting kicked out of heck by The Big Guy TM (cause ya can’t talk about Satan or hell in kid programming after all) for not living up to roles in torturing sinners for all eternity, often by being too merciful and instead cheering up the souls by giving helpful advice to move on from their shady pasts and how to be a better person.  He had one last chance to prove himself that he’s a real demon, and that was to take a single sinning soul down to heck after bounding them to a contract.  

-His contract was already chosen for a mortal who went by Boris The Wolf.  A local band who plays for the the bar, but Boris would often have a drink first and than make a fool of himself for screwing up his friend’s performances.  Bendy instead “bends” the rules (haha puns) and ends up saving his new friend’s life after Boris stormed out after threatening to quit the band after his band member fellow woodland animals yelled at him for messing up another performance, but Boris was too intoxicated to realize he walked in the road of an incoming car!  Bendy quickly shoved the unknowing wolf out of the way as the tried to quickly shift into a puddle of inky goo before the driver could have seen him and swerved themselves into an accident.  Once Boris realized this, knowing Bendy just saved his life, he pulled the shocked demon into a tight bear hug (not caring that his fur and clothes now smelled like fresh ink) and he would have done anything to repay him.  Bendy’s only request was that he stop drinking and together shake hands on it.  Or rather paw to covered gloves?  

-Boris and Bendy are voiced by Joey and Henry themselves.  Henry attempts his best slightly drunken southern drawl and Joey does his best attempt making Bendy sound playfully impish, a sort of Bugs Bunny type of voice.  At the time, Bendy and Boris was based off their friendship

-Unfortunately, the fame although short lived went to Joey’s head and often took credit for Henry’s character designing and work.  Which is super not cool.  Henry began to grow irradiated for this sole reason and began losing passion behind what was once his dream.  

-Joey in his spare time, often read books about alchemy while working.  His favorite?  The Illusion Of Life 

-Henry ultimately decided to let Joey run the studio by himself after their big argument, quitting alongside with his wife, an assistant story boarder and moved to start a new life and a family, yet the feeling of regret always seem to linger in the back of his mind.  Joey had already been so stressed about building the ink machine AND trying to keep the studio in business still afloat with even less co-animators.  Last thing Henry knew was Joey yelled something about “everyone will know my name of “Joey Drew Studios” with or without a partner.  I’ll do something no one’s ever done!  You’ll see, you’ll ALL see!” Joey looked like he hadn’t slept in days by the clear bags under his eye, and not just from overworking.  

-Though still angry at Joey after all those years, Henry couldn’t say he doesn’t look towards his own cartoons with slight nostalgia of happier times, even if he now realizes how annoying Bendy’s voice is to him now

Tell Me How

E.D.
Warning: triggering themes, language.
Summary: Ethan cheats on you, and neither of you know how to handle it. (He’s badboy!Ethan here)

Word count: roughly 2,000


Narrator’s POV

She sat in the corner of the room as he sat on the bed. He stared at her, but she couldn’t look at him. She knew everything. She knew he cheated. She just didn’t know why. She gave him everything she had. She gave him herself. Every part of her being and in the moment of anger, her went and fucked somebody else. Their whole relationship, had been his fault. He wanted her, but maybe now, he was tired. Y/N’s mind raced a million thoughts but one stood out. She was hurt. She felt horrible. She felt angry. But she still felt love for him. 

“Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry..”

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This one’s for Emma, @pale-silver-comb who’s a super great friend who wrote me sterek fluff when i had a bad day <3 

Sterek Week 2015: #2 ALT UNIVERSE/HISTORICAL ERA

Stiles loves photography and after college, he joins Lydia’s event management firm as a wedding photographer. He loves the romance of it; the flowers, the tiny wine glasses and the adorable table pieces that Lydia does personally. His fifty-sixth bride’s name, Cora Hale, sounds familiar but he can’t quite place it.

He shows up at the venue early and is fixing his camera lens when someone clears their throat right behind him. He turns, blinking in the sunlight and his heart skips a beat when he realizes it’s Derek Hale - they went to summer camp together in ninth grade and on the last day, Derek had kissed him long and sweet, by the lake, the sun shining on their bare backs.

They had never really kept in touch but they reconnect instantly. Stiles blushes and Derek’s eyes twinkle and then he has to go because the wedding’s about to start. Stiles takes more pictures than necessary; most of them are of Derek (but nobody needs to know that).

The evening goes on, the fairy lights light up and people start to move towards the dance floor. Stiles’ is taking a picture of the bride and groom laughing when he feels a tap on his shoulder.

It’s Derek, asking for a dance. Stiles says yes, handing his camera to his assistant and following Derek to the dance floor. The song switches to a slow one and Derek hesitates only a second before gathering Stiles up in his arms and gently swaying to the melody. Stiles sighs into his shoulder and smiles happily.

They go out on dates and Stiles kisses Derek first this time. Derek wakes up one day to find a package at the door. Its’ a picture of him from Cora’s wedding; he looks so happy. It’s framed and came with a note: Here’s what I see when I see you.

They move in together a year later and then get married a year after that. Stiles takes his own photos of their wedding and then frames them and puts them all over their new house.

He still does wedding photographs sometimes. But now he has another subject: Derek.

10 Days Of LawLu 2K17, Day 1: S is for…

We return with another ten days of LawLu, my One Piece OTP *Feels the furious look of her other otps* I love you too!

Notes and Warnings: The other option was Sadness. But this is not sad so jokes on me!

Sailing

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Day 50/100 of Productivity: 9 May 2017

Day 9 of May Study Challenge:

9 (Tu). How do you keep yourself motivated to study for a class when the teacher or professor is bad (i.e. mean or doesn’t teach effectively)?

um.. i guess it depends on the subject. but if the teacher is bad, i’ll generally ask my friends for their class notes and try to teach myself, bc my school is kinda competitive, and i don’t want to fall behind. I’ll look through the textbook/my own textbooks if its maths for work on the topic that we’re meant to be learning about and try to teach myself. I’ll probably research online as well if I need to. Fortunately, I have good teachers in all my subjects this year :) But last year, i did have a few.. dodgy teachers.. 

Here are some agriculture notes on the varieties of sweet corn! Just over halfway done with these notes and then there’s only one more topic to write notes for before exam week..

((also strategic pen placement to cover up information about my school lmao))

Think Outside the Love Square 6

Day 6: Social Media AU

Here is some ChloNino for the soul! I hope you like it. Can’t believe week 1 is already almost over! Hopefully you have enjoyed each of my short submissions. I’ve enjoyed trying out new pairings that I’d never written before, and maybe I’ll write some more of them soon! Follow @thinkoutsidethelovesquare for all of the details on the rest of the month! I will also be remixing one of my own fics for week 4, so look forward to that eventually! (Note: They are aged up in this fic, I assume early-mid-twenties or so and Nino works as a DJ at a nightclub)

FF | AO3


Nino flipped a new record over onto his stand, bobbing his head to the beat as Chloe sat and watched, her phone raised and recording a video for her Snapchat. Nino cocked a brow at her as she typed the caption and turned it around for him to read.

“My hot DJ hard at work #blessed” it read, and Nino chuckled a little.

“Aren’t you bored sitting up here with me? Don’t you wanna get down and dance?” He asked, fiddling with the settings on his sound board a little as he transitioned into the new song.

“What and have sweaty low-lifes trying to grind on me? No thanks.” Her nose wrinkled a little, and she shook her head before hopping off the table where she sat and pacing over to lean her head against his shoulder. “I like being up here with you.”

“Well, I don’t mind the company, so stay as long as you like,” He said, pecking her cheek affectionately.

“Smile!” She requested, holding her phone up.

“Babe, I’m working. I don’t have time to pose with some silly flower crown filter,” He scolded gently, stepping away.

“But I need all of our friends to know how cute and happy we are.” She pouted, but he gave her an unwavering frown of disapproval. “Quick one? No filter.”

“Alright.” He rolled his eyes, and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his head against hers. She snapped the photo and examined it thoughtfully.

“The lighting is all wrong, can we-”

“Chloe,” Nino warned, flipping through his records.

“Fine,” She sighed as if it were the biggest inconvenience before swiping through different filters. “Okay, now one for Instagram.” Nino gave her a look. “What? Marinette and Adrien post the most horrendously adorable photos, and I want people to be jealous of how great we are together.”

“You’re gonna get me fired,” He teased, pinching her sides and pressing his lips to hers for another photo. “I love you, but no more.”

“I’ll just get you after work then,” She huffed, slipping her phone back into her purse.

“After hours, you can do whatever you’d like with me,” He said with a laugh, and she snaked her arms around him from behind and kissed his shoulder.

“Don’t I always?” She murmured, pinching his butt playfully before moving around to the stairs. “I’m gonna go tweet pictures of drinks so you can work.”

“Thank you,” He called as she skipped off toward the bar.

His phone buzzed in his pocket with Chloe’s insta notification, and he smiled down at the caption that read: “Bothering my honey in the booth. I love him so much!” followed by several heart and kissy face emojis. As annoying as she could be sometimes, he had to admit that she could be pretty damn cute.

Nothing Left To Say

Inspired from: Imagine the 11th Doctor finding your suicide note and him running to go find you. Only for him to realize he was too late. + Imagine the 11th Doctor saving you from Weeping Angels and him inviting you inside the TARDIS where he realizes he might love you + Imagine the 11th Doctor stopping you from killing yourself and he tells you he loves you. + Imagine Dragons – Nothing Left To Say

Characters: Reader, 11th Doctor, Ben [OFC (But not a important one)], Reader’s Mother

Reader Gender: Not specified

Pair: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2231 (With the song) And here I thought it was going to be too short.

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, a timey wimey story line, mention of self-harm, suicide, reader’s death, attempt to suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, might be triggering
(I know it looks bad but there’s a happy ending)

Notes: (Y/F/S//B): Your Favourite Singer/Band

Hope you like it.

| I can’t lose you. Because if I ever did I would’ve lost my best friend, my soulmate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.|

(_____’s POV) ||2013||

You slowly made your way home as you tugged your sleeves again, maybe 50th time that day.

            You thought seeing your friends would cheer you up. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Unlike you, they were happy. They had their own troubles, of course. But they weren’t depressed. Yes, being jealous of your friends’ lifes wasn’t good, not at all. But how couldn’t you be jealous?  They talked about how happy they were and you just sat there fake-smiling, trying to hide your freshly cutted wrists.

            To avoid rest of the world you take your phone and headphones.

“To lower your risk of hearing damage, do not listen at high volumes for long periods.”
So? Like I give a damn about it.

You sighed as song started. Absent-mindedly you tried to tug your sleeves even more. Like it was possible.

“Who knows how long
I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning, beckoning, beckoning”

Depressed thoughts, depressed music. Daily basis of a wild (Y/F/N).

After awhile someone called your name. You heard it even (Y/F/S//B) was making it impossible to hear. You took your headphones off as a strange man held your arm.
“_____, please don’t do it!” He looked at you with worry. His eyes were red and wet. He probably just stopped crying. You realized he was holding a paper.
“I’m sorry but… Who are you?” He stopped a moment for thinking as he dropped your arm.
“Oh… What time is it? As year?”
“2013. Look I don’t know you. How the hell do you know my name?” He started to walk backwards.
“I’m sorry. Right person, wrong time. I better go. See you later.” And he just run away. You thought he was drunk or mad. So you didn’t care what happened. Oh, if you knew who was that man with that silly bow-tie. If you knew…

*

(Doctor’s POV) ||Tomorrow (Yeah, tomorrow. It’s Doctor Who.)||

Who knows what’s right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on

“Come on! I need to stop her from doing it! Be the right time.”
When TARDIS landed I ran out. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. Then I realized.
“No…No!”
Sad faces, crying, black clothes, graveyard.
“NO!”
I pushed everyone on his way to see whose grave was it. They whispered to each other, asking who was that man. I didn’t care about them. When I pushed the last person I saw the name that I hoped I wouldn’t see.

(Y/F/N)

“First it was too early and now… too late. I’m too late.”
“Are you the Doctor?”
I turn to see who was talking. But I didn’t recognize who was she.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“No. But I heard about you.”
When I looked carefully I saw similar, not same but similar, eyes.
“Are you…”
“Her/His mom? Yes.”
I swallowed. “What happened?” Like I didn’t know.
She turned to her/his grave. “Suicide. She/He jumped from her/his apartment.”
“I’m so so sorry. Forgive me.” She turned to me again.
“Forgive? What for?”
“No-Nothing. Sorry for your lost.”

            I ran back to TARDIS. “No! She/He’s not gonna die! Time can be rewritten. What’s the point of being a Time Lord if you can’t save the woman/man you love.”

*

(_____’ POV) ||2014||

“_____! Can you bring more of these from basement?”
Basement? I call it dungeon. “Alright!” You slowly went down stairs. You opened the lights only to find out that they were flickering and not helping you.
“For fucks sake, Ben. Change these bulbs.” you murmured while taking your phone to use it as light. You walked as you remembered but something blocked your way.
“What a statue is doing here?”
You looked it carefully using your phone’s light.
“Well, aren’t you ugly.” Before you could understand someone pushed you and you fell on your butt. Hard. “What the hell are you doing mate?! Careful!” He turned around and smiled apologeticly.
“Sorry.” He helped you get up. “But I just saved your life.” You eyed him suspiciously. You didn’t knew him and he looked weird. For a moment you thought you met him before but couldn’t find when and where. What he meant by saving you seemed more interesting.
“From what? A statue?”
“Not just a statue.” You ignored him and walked to statue to see what had he done. You laughed when you realized only difference was a mirror in front of the statue.
“You saved me with a mirror. Wow. You are my hero.” He rolled his eyes and pulled your arm. “What are you doing?!” you shouted. He was taking you somewhere and you were scared. Who the hell was he? What was going to happen? You shouted Ben’s name. And of course he didn’t showed up. “Where the fuck is he when it’s needed?” you mumbled.
“Calm down. I’m not going to harm you but it’s annoying when you humans don’t believe me.” He let go of your arm when you two came in front of a blue box. You looked at it with shock.
“How the hell you found a police box? What is it doing here? Who are y– Did you just said you humans?!” You couldn’t believe you’ve not realized it the moment he said it. He just smiled and snapped his fingers. And box’s doors opened you gasped when you inside.
“I know.” he said with a grin and go inside. “Come on!”
You walked in with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. “It’s… It’s… God!.. What the fuck?! It’s…”
“Bigger on the inside.” he finished for you.
“H–How? It’s not possible. Am I high? No… Am I that high?”
“Alien tech. Well, Time Lord tech to be more spesific. And no, you’re not high… I guess.” Finally you looked at him. With a brighter light you could saw his face properly. And you realized he was looking good. Something must done about clothes anyway.
“Time Lord?”
“An alien race. Like me.” You raised your eyebrows.
“You’re an alien. Wow. O–Okay. What was that thing? That statue. Was it also an alien?”
“A Weeping Angel.”

Then he told you everything he knew about about them. And it was… facinating. They scared the crap out of you, yes, but it was impressing. Not the part where they send you back in time or worse where they killed you. But their speed and how successfully they hide was wonderful.

After he finished he go outside to make sure no one would touch the angel or remove the mirror. You didn’t know how but you simply didn’t care. You looked around, trying to memorize this beautiful machine. When you were thinking about going outside Doctor came in. That was what he called him. He didn’t told you exactly why.
“Done! No one will ever get harm by that angel. So…” He stopped in front of you. You waited him to go on.
“Would like to come with me? To travel.”
Your eyes widened. “What the f–” He hushed you with his hand.
“Do you really hear yourself or do all those swears come out bt themselfs?” You pushed his hand.
“Don’t do that and sorry. I can’t stop it sometimes.”
“Anyway, are you coming?” He smiled warmly, eyes filled with hope.
“I don’t understand…” Why would he want me?
“Understand what? I want you to travel with me. All time and space! Anywhere and anytime we like!” You smiled. For some reason he wanted you. And for some reason you trusted him. Also who could say ‘no’ for time and space travel.
“Anywhere and anytime? Or you sure you can handle it?” He grinned.
“Is that a yes?” You grinned too.
“Yes.”

*

||Present||

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

It didn’t mean anything. This life. I wasn’t going to get any better. Not even Doctor could helped you. Not even the life you had with Doctor didn’t mean anything.

Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out

You had fallen for him hard after all that time. He was charming, funny, adorable, kind, heroic… He was the guy you always dreamed of. But he was The Doctor. An Time Lord. Oh, and the huge age gap.

You knew he loved you. But as a friend. It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t enough. A platonic love was the last thing you needed. It hurt you more than ever. Your depression became even worse. And you thought it was impossible

You knew what you should do. Finish it. End the pain. Go for the short cut.

I’ve come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on

You were at the roof of your apartment. You bit your bottom lip. Closed your eyes. You were ready to take the last step but you heard that voice. That sweet voice. Voice of the TARDIS. You heard the doors open. You heard Doctor running.
“Stop! _____, please! Don’t!” You looked over your shoulder and see the man you loved most. He was holding a paper. Your suicide note. His eyes were watery and red. He probably just stopped crying.
“Don’t come any closer, Doctor. Go away. I don’t want you to see this.” Tears started to fall down. You knew he wouldn’t go. But you also knew you would do it at the end. One way or another.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

            “You can’t do this, please. Please…” his voice turned into a whisper. You could still hear him though. He kept saying ‘please’ over and over again.
“Why not?” You swallowed. You didn’t like this. Making him cry. It was hurting you like you were in hell.
Soon you’ll be there.
“’Why not’? What?.. There’s a lot to see! You should go on!” he screamed.

I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
If you could only save me
I’m drowning in the waters of my soul

“You said, I mean in the note, you said ‘I think we’re here to suffer. At least that’s why I’m here.’ But there’s much more. I’ve showed you much more I want to show more. Please, let me. Let me show you there’s more than suffer.” This answer wasn’t enough. Everyone was saying this. A lot to see? Like what? Go on? For what? More than suffer? Like what?
“Yeah? Like what? Hope? There’s no hope. Not for me! Love? I haven’t seen it for a long time.”

“I can show you.” he said and you laughed bitterly.
“And how are you going to do that, Doc?” you shouted then took a deep breath. He paused for a second.
I knew it. There’s nothing he can say. I’m definitely doing it.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

Before you could even move he shouted back.
“I love you!” You froze. He just didn’t said that. He didn’t. He didn’t mean it. Not that way.
“I love you, (Y/F/N)! And I can’t live without you. You want a reason to not to this? Then I’m the reason. Because if you go, I’ll come with you. Do you want this?”

Hell no!

“D– Doctor…”
“Yes?” you could hear the hope in his voice.
“I think I need a little help to get down.” He quickly ran to your side, helped you get down. And pulled you for a tight hug.
“Don’t you ever do that again. I meant it when I said I can’t live without you. I can’t.” You smiled against his neck. You never thought this would happen. He pulled back and cupped your cheek and smiled. Then you realized.
“You’re that weird guy!”
“What?!” he asked with confussion.
“Before I met you, you came along and told me not to do it. I didn’t understand what it meant. Or I didn’t remember you when I met you. But I remember now!” He looked at you with a mock-hurt expression
“Weird guy? That’s how you remember me?” You rolled your eyes.
“That really bothers you?” you asked, eyebrows raised. He pretend to think for a moment.
“Not really.” Before you could respond he leaned in and crashed his lips on yours. Your breath hitched with shock but you responded quickly. When you realized you forgotten something you pulled back. He looked at you puzzled and a little hurt.
“I forgot to say something.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. You licked your lips then smiled. “I love you, too.” He grinned. You snapped your fingers and TARDIS’ doors opened. You grinned too. “Shall we?”

10

AARON.

Hamilton, NZ


What made you fall in love with coffee?
Yes, I fell in love. And I’m still falling. Perhaps my perpetual fall can be traced back to some key components:

Peer pressure. Not the bullying kind. My older sister started drinking coffee way too young, I thought it was cool. So I joined the madness.

Sometime later I discovered that what we had been drinking was pretty blasphemous to true coffee. Around that time I was apprehended by espresso. One could say this was my doorway into true life.

What’s your go-to coffee preparation method?
V60 pourover. I love the simplicity. I love the mellow result. And somehow I feel more connected to coffee through this process. Perhaps because there is zero automation. Everything is manual, I like that.

Who’s the most fascinating person coffee has connected you with?
I think coffee only connects you with fascinating people. There is a standout, though: Kim Boyd. She’s a hero. She showed me passion and skill for the industry at large, zeal beyond coffee but always with coffee in mind. Not just ratios, grind, temperature, and latte art; but décor, personality, people, and service. Kim = hero.

Outside of making coffee, what are you passionate about?
People. Family. Anything that connects, voices, promotes love. Coffee has this capacity. As does much. As does music. So I write with notes and letters, mostly my guitar and pencil. We have a lot to uncover, so I’m grateful for more than one tool to dig with.

Where do you get your caffeine fix on your days off?
SL28, Grey Street Kitchen, Rocket Roastery or Demi Urgos. They all have their own quirks. Generally I’m just looking for true coffee and a good place to converse. Said spots have both.

Do you think that there are any life lessons we can learn from the process of making a cup coffee?
Many. Particularly, we can learn from the care and commitment it takes both to make and consume good coffee. You work hard to honour, you take care of the details, you keep the whole picture in view, you enjoy the making, the partaking, and you stay true.

How has coffee played a part in your creative process as a musician/songwriter?
Coffee has played her part very well. She is so good at keeping me up late, then getting me up early, after the late! She is much more than her ability to caffinate, though. Coffee has taken me deeper into creative process, teaching me detail, care, and uniqueness. These qualities can be translated for many a circumstance and creation – but I take special care to implement them in and through music.

If you could have coffee with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be and why?
The Apostle Paul. He is wild, with a story for the ages. And I wonder how he brewed his…

anonymous asked:

You're writing and spelling is horrible and that ending isn't better at all. Don't quit your day job kid.

Thats why i wrote a note saying “sorry for the grammar and spelling messes! im just putting down my thoughts on what the ending could look like.” Its more of a draft than an actual paragraph of a story with actual periods or commas. Im re-posting it anyways because i made a mistake(for me not putting the notice ahead of time.) And the story is my own thoughts, not the other way around,like,the perfect alternative of a replacement. Next time,be a bit more thorough on your criticism on the next one,okay. 

Reverie

Chapter 3: Hopeless 

Word count: 2529

Rating: T

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi / Midoriya Izuku

Summary: Shinsou tries to pay his dues.

Note: This is decidedly way more fluff that is good for me. I’m sorry, I really am.

Thank you to my best friend @sugarmagic for beta-ing, as always and thank you for reading this dentist’s nightmare!

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[MAGAZINE INTERVEW] 161130 JINWOO for SCENE PLAYBILL Dec. Issue

THE BOY WITHOUT GRAVITY

For the first time, Kim Jinwoo of WINNER has been given a microphone that was prepared solely for him.

Kim Jinwoo’s heart is a knot of excitement and fear, nerves and anticipation and he has started to unravel that knot one by one, carefully, and calmly.

Kim Jinwoo? When I heard the news that he was casted for the title role of “The Little Prince”, I tilted my head. There was no face that popped up in my mind immediately. The first reason was the fact that I did not think to make the connection between the Korean National Contemporary Dance Company and an idol group. After I was given the hint that he was a member of the group WINNER, I was able to think of his face. But even then, I was doubtful. That was because Kim Jinwoo was never really coupled to phrases like “dance-idol” or “dancer”. On top of that, unlike his group members who don’t hide their talents and actively display their individual charms, he is usually standing slightly to the back, smiling at them. That Kim Jinwoo is going to perform contemporary dance? I feel that even his fans who know him best would have been surprised at the unexpected news. But all these doubts subsided when this shy young man entered the studio. That was because Kim Jinwoo himself looks so much like the Little Prince, as if he came out of the storybook itself. There is no doubt that Kim Jinwoo has an uncanny resemblance to the illustrations by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. From his blonde hair, to his large, bright eyes, and even his zoned out facial expression when he is alone. Fortunately, it wasn’t only me who discovered these similarities. “My members and the people around me tell me that I suit the Little prince. It’s probably because of the hair color (laughs). I feel embarrassed but it’s true that it makes me happy. I have to do well to satisfy those expectations. I have to do well so that even when this is all over, I still have the nickname of the Little Prince.”

The courage of the first step

“The Little Prince” is bringing him many “firsts”. For example, this is his first time to promote alone. He has never stood onstage alone without his members after debuting as WINNER. “This is my first time to take part in such a quiet photoshoot so I feel awkward and lonely. Wherever I go, I’m with my members so I’m used to noisy and hectic environments. On the other hand, it takes much less time for the photoshoot to end compared to when all 5* of us (T/N: This interview and photoshoot took place before the announcement of Taehyun’s leave) have a photoshoot, so it’s nice to end the photoshoot when the sun is still up (laughs). But that’s how much I need to do well so I feel much more burden and responsibility.” His burden is not unrelated to the genre of contemporary dancing. Unlike with plays and musicals, it is difficult to find idol members who take part in the contemporary dance stage. This probably proves the vast difference between the genre of contemporary dancing and the idol industry. It seems like that gap itself is an obstacle that Kim Jinwoo must overcome. “With musicals, meaning can be delivered through various ways such as songs and spoken lines, but with dance drama, the dancer has to express everything with just the body. That was what I was worried about the most. I was also afraid about whether I’ll be able to do well.”

However, “The Little Prince” was so charming that he willingly put aside all his worries. Each facial expression and movement add to the storytelling and that is done through each dancer’s dancing and each of those individual movements interconnect with each other and illustrate a large, directed choreography. There is a magic to the recreation of the many different planets that the Little Prince visits with vibrant colors and detailed props on the stage. As Kim Jinwoo became taken by this unfamiliar site, he fell in love with the charms of contemporary dancing as he watched every National Contemporary Dance Company performance video he could get his hands on. He became deeply aware of how WINNER choreographies and the dancing of “The Little Prince” were worlds apart after he started practices. If the goal of idol choreography is to accentuate sharpness through detailed movements, the bodily movements of contemporary dancing are determined only by the dancer. In other words, improvisation. For Kim Jinwoo to pull out this unfamiliar concept from within himself, the dancers of the dance company, who are also his teachers, gave him a homework assignment on the first day of practice. The homework assignment was for him to discover the defenceless Kim Jinwoo. He had to organise what he did when he was alone and what he thought about when he was alone. “After coming back to our dorm that day, I thought about that assignment and… Please wait a moment, I wrote down all of it.” He took out his phone and after looking through his notes, he started reading them out loud. “‘Zoning out while lying down. Going to the bathroom. Eating a meal. Watching TV’ and the thoughts I wrote down were, ‘I’m bored. I feel empty. I’m hungry’ and we started with expressing these things with my body. They told me to express them in my own way and that it didn’t matter whether or not people could recognise what I was expressing. For example, usually when people are asked to express hunger, they touch their belly. But I (actively moving around) turned my chest around like this and wrapped my arms around my belly.” The movements he created were brushed up and connected and then became the Little Prince’s dance. That is the reason why it can’t be helped but for “Kim Jinwoo” to flow out of each and every movement of the Little Prince. These days, he is most taken by the expression of lacking gravity out of all the choreographies in the performance. This is because floating in air is the most fundamental movement of the Little Prince as he travels to the many different planets in the universe. For this, these days, Kim Jinwoo walks around carefully with his heels in the air at the dorm. “Even outside of practice, I practice the feeling of being out in space. I open the door and hug my cats as if I lack gravity. I try raising my arms with this floating feeling and I think about how my eyes should travel. I realised that letting my body loose is harder than I thought. When it doesn’t work out well, I look for videos about space and get ideas while watching them. Recently, there was a special ‘Infinity Challenge’ episode on space so I enjoyed watching that.”

Other than dancing, “The Little Prince” has changed the air that surrounds Kim Jinwoo. And he is gladly enjoying that fresh air. “I went to the practice room for the National Contemporary Dance Company at Seoul Arts Center and it was really nice. There was even a fountain (laughs). Before debuting, I practiced in underground rooms that lacked sunlight so practicing at a nice place like this really feels new. The leader [of the dance company] and the teachers don’t distance themselves from me so I’m able to practice with a comfortable heart.” Although he suddenly became the youngest/most inexperienced member of the dance company from being the eldest hyung in his group, he laughed happily about it. “There are actually many things I have to worry about as the eldest hyung. I’m not the leader but I realised that there are things I have to do as the oldest. But after becoming the maknae, I feel at ease. Something like even if I make a small mistake, I feel like people will let it go? And it’s nice because it feels like I’ve become younger. Haha.”

Proving Kim Jinwoo

Kim Jinwoo wishes for “The Little Prince” to be the starting point of becoming a bigger and deeper person. He straightforwardly stated that his ultimate goal is to mature as a person through meaningful experiences. “I walk on the path of a singer but I think singing and dancing according to what is expected of me would be trapping myself in a boundary. I can’t deny that I didn’t experience enough freedom since I joined my agency when I was 20 years old and gave up my youth (laughs). But attempting to act and challenging myself in contemporary dancing naturally leads me to experience various things. I think that after experiencing new things, my thoughts and feelings will become deeper. In that sense, I think that challenging myself in contemporary dancing is a chance for me to learn many things.” He has already prepared himself for biased/negater attitudes that is common for celebrities who challenge themselves in musicals and plays. “I think professional artists of the modern dance or ballet industries will think it unusual for me to be a part of this. However, I will devote myself to practices and perform in a way that will not distance them from me. I don’t expect praises like, ‘He suits this genre,’ I will work hard to at least not make them feel that there is a disconnection.”

However, everything talked about above is all secondary worries. That is because what he desperately waits for is the stage itself. After WINNER ended promotions in March, it has been 8 months since he last stood on stage to meet the Korean audience. His heart thumps quickly with even just the thought of stepping up on the stage that he longed for. “Just the fact that I will step up on a stage makes me happy. I really longed for the stage. Although it is slightly regretful that it won’t be WINNER’s stage. I want to enjoy myself as much as I waited for this moment. Of course it’s important that I do well but more than that, my greater goal is to enjoy myself on this stage.” What does he want to show the audience on the stage he desperately waited for? Unlike with how he took his time answering previous questions after much thought and deliberation, he had an immediate but also clear answer for this question as if he had thought about it for a long time. “[I want to show] that Kim Jinwoo can do it too. The fact that I have the strength to create this kind of stage and performance and that there’s this kind of side to Kim Jinwoo too. I want to show people this side of me.” The determination in his shining eyes felt like this was a promise to himself more than to the audience. Kim Jinwoo will be given five stages and during that time, we will watch him prove his own domain just as he promised. And the audience is already prepared to accept him with joyful hearts. Just like how the Fox was able to imagine the Little Prince’s golden hair just by seeing the waves of the golden wheat field.

“The Little Prince” - Korea National Contemporary Dance Company

- Dates: 2016.12.9 ~ 12.11

- Time: Friday 8PM | Weekend 2PM and 6PM

- Place: Seoul Arts Center CJ Towol Theater

- Choreography: Ahn Ae-soon

- Organisation & Script: Kim Jiwoon

- Music: Jung Jae-il

- Price: R seats 50,000won; S seats 30,000won; A seats 20,000won

161130 * trans: @chrissy96_

scans: @goduandme5

toewalker  asked:

I am not a consistent reviewer because I can only really communicate directly with people on high functioning days. Today is one of those, and I just wanted to let you know (again) that I appreciate your writing so much! I observe your creativity and am inspired to attempt creations of my own. I hope you never stop doing what you love, be that writing or whatever, because you are truly a catalyst for creation. <3

Yay for high functioning days!  Thank you so much for using some of your fhd time to send me this.  You made me so happy with this note that I sat on it all day so I could look at it over and over again.  And I LOVE it when people tell me I’ve somehow inspired them to creative work.  That is one of the best messages to receive, so thank you!!! <3

Piano memories (Bucky x reader)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Piano memories

Pairing : Bucky x reader

Warnings : anger, a bit of swearing, fluff

Summary : While he recovers, Bucky remembers that he used to play the piano before HYDRA. The only problem is…he can’t play it like he once did with his metal arm. Upset and angry about himself, you can’t help but offer your help.



Bucky’s P.O.V

 Your recovery is going well. In some cases of memory loss, though this is not particularly memory loss, it may helps the patients remembering their previous life by reliving their lives and do things they did before. I think that it could be a solution for you.” Bruce explains as he steps back, pulling off his glasses.

I stare at the floor for a while, lost in my thoughts. I can’t remember much, except Steve’s helpless face when I was falling off the train… I mean I just remember small little parts of my previous life and most of them are with Steve. But the memories of my time with Hydra still blur the rest.

“At least, if you can remember something ? It doesn’t need to be something big. Just a memory of your every-day life or something.” Bruce proposes as he tilts his head to the side, probably looking for my eyes.

“Nothing much.” I firmly answer.

“Are you sure ? Not even a thing that you loved doing in the 40’s ?” He pushed further.

I run a hand through my hair, while trying my best to remember something. “I.. I think that I liked playing the piano.” I reply with blurry memories.

“Perfect !” Bruce exclaims as he raises an eyebrow and put his hands in the air. “Tony has a magnificent piano, you should try it and see what’s left.”

He was right, I’ve never thought of trying Tony’s piano. I mean, I saw it a thousand times during some of his famous parties but the idea of playing it never crossed my mind.

“I guess I could give it a try, yeah.” I admit.

“I think too. Now just go get some rest, it’s important for your metabolism.” Bruce says as he opens the door of his laboratory.

I quickly get on my feet and walk towards the door.

“Thanks Banner.” I say.

After I close the door, I head straight to the big party room where the piano is placed. There, I sit and touch the key, remembering step by step the melodies I used to play. My right hand can play the notes perfectly but once I push the keys with my metal hand, it’s a disaster. This fucking thing doesn’t help me at all except for the fights. I can’t do anything right like I used to and I can’t barely stand it anymore.

 Your P.O.V

 You are talking with Tony about random things that happened during your missions in the resting room when you both hear the sound of a tortured piano. Who the hell could play this badly ? Tony winces every time a note comes to his ears, and so do you.

“Who’s persecuting my poor piano ? It’s a masterpiece goddamn.” Tony complains.

You escape a giggle, wondering who it could be. “Maybe I should go take a look ?” You propose. “Oh yes, please. Make it stop for god’s sake.” Tony begs. “Alright, alright.” You laugh as you leave the room and make your way to Tony’s big party room where the beautiful black piano is placed. There, you find an angry and annoyed Bucky. You’re facing his back. He’s leaned over the piano, his right hand playing beautiful notes while his left hand is helplessly trying to play the right notes. You can’t even count the amount of times that he sighed. Then, all of a sudden, he angrily punches the piano keys cause he fucked up again with his metal arm. “Fuck it! Fuck this fucking piano ! I don’t even know why I keep trying. I’m just a damn stupid old man.” He desperately complains as he drops his head. You were standing against the door, silently, during the whole heartbreaking scene. You’re now feeling really bad for Bucky. Plus, he’s been your man crush since a while now, but you wouldn’t tell anyone. You hesitate to go talk to Bucky… What if he’d reject you ? Maybe he just wants to be alone. But whatever, you start walking towards him. He turns his face as soon as he hears your footsteps coming his way, but he stays silent. You take a sit on the bench and look at him. “Something’s wrong ? I saw you punch the keys, Buck.” He clenches his jaw and look back at you. “Everything’s perfectly fine (Y/N).” He firmly says on a rough tone. But you’re stubborn, and we all know that nothing’s fine. And you also know that Bucky’s not the type to confess how he feels, not even to you. You sweetly place your hand on his and press it. “C’mon, you can tell me anything, you know right ? I was listening to sweet notes before you started punching the piano.” You mention with a warm and sweet voice. He frowns his eyebrows for a seconds and licks his lips. Then, he shows you his left arm, the metal one. “This. This is the problem. You see ? I can’t play like I used to with his fucking thing.” He says. You open your eyes in surprise. “You never told me that you could play the piano.” He chuckles and smiles sweetly, for once. “There’s still a bunch of things that you don’t know about me, doll.”

“Yeah, I got that. Maybe I can help you ? I could play the left-handed part.” you propose, as he looks at you, wondering if you knew how to play this instrument. “I mean… I had piano classes when I was younger. I still can remember some notes.” You add, as you tilt your head to the side, like an adorable puppy. And Bucky knows he can’t resist to your puppy face.

 Bucky’s P.O.V

Gosh, this girls owns my heart. Her beautiful hair, her rosy cheeks, her lips that I could kiss all day if I had the chance and her eyes, god her eyes. I won’t start talking about them or I’ll never stop. But damn, they’re hypnotizing. She’s standing there, right next to me with her puppy face that she knows I can’t resist to. She’s the only girl that can put a smile on my face, even in the worst moments. I look at her while she’s waiting for a sign of mine, but I nearly forgot how to speak for a few seconds. Then, I don’t know why but I unconsciously place my metal hand on hers and guide it to the piano keys. She seems surprised at first, but she lets me do. With my right hand, I start to press some keys, the right ones because a smile forms on her pink lips as soon as the sound comes out. Then I guide her hand on the other part of the piano, her delicate fingertips slightly pushing the keys.

 Your P.O.V

You’re in a perfect harmony. Your both hands pressing the piano keys as a beautiful melody comes out. An adoration look is on his face, as an adorable smile is forming on his lips.

You can’t help but fantasize about having his lips on yours. How would it feels like ? You’re lost in your dreams when the soldier suddenly stop playing the piano. He turns around to look at you as he removes his hand from yours. You slightly blush as you find yourself missing the feeling of his body touching yours. “I’d love to spend more time like these with you, doll.” He delivers, making you stare at your hands to avoid his eyes and hide your red cheeks. “Oh. You wouldn’t.” he immediately sates, turning his head to the other side. “No, no Bucky! I’d love to.” You exclaims, making him face you again, eyes wide open of surprise.

“Maybe we could go out next time.” He proposes on a flirty tone. “Yeah, of course, soldier.”

   


A/N : Here a bucky imagine ! I post it so you have something to read while i take care of the requests :) i’m sorry i take time but i’m really busy with school and all. But the requests are Open. You can take 3 seconds to hit the FOLLOW button, i’d appreciate :) All my love . -M