i mean i will take care of them

4

Lala: Our son? Don’t you DARE bring our son into this. You don’t give a rats ass about our son. If you did, you wouldn’t have exposed his mother to the dangers of unprotected sex. You wouldn’t use an unsuspecting woman for whatever reason in order to kill a man. I read those texts and that woman didn’t think it was just sex between you two. You wouldn’t live the life you live if you cared about our son. You wouldn’t be plotting murder. You’d take the videos to the police and let them handle Steven Brandt. But you like the idea of hurting someone, don’t you? You’re bloodthirsty.

Remy softly: You know who I am, Lala. I never tried to act like something  I’m not.

Lala: And that was fine when it was just me. I can deal with how mean you are, how you’re capable of anything. But my son is innocent. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt by you or by me or by anyone. Anyway, I’m done talking. This is over.  I don’t ever want to see you again.

Remy desperate: You can’t keep me from my son, Lala. 

Lala firm: Yes, I can and I will. You’re destructive, Remy. You’re broken. You destroy and break and even kill without caring about anything at all. I will NOT have my son be raised by a man like you. You’re no better than your father. I won’t have my son crying at the foot of a statue.

Remy pleads: Do you want me to beg you, Lala? I’ll do it. I’ll get on my hands and knees and beg. Don’t leave me.

Lala calm: If you try to come anywhere near me or my son I will go to the Sunlit Tides and Newcrest police and tell them EVERYTHING I know about you, Remy Manuel Holmes. The schemes you’ve pulled, the robberies, and oh yes…the blood you have on your hands. The man in the alleyway, those guys that turned up dead in the flatlands outside of Agua Azul? The man in the warehouse here? All of them. And to think that’s just Sunlit Tides and Newcrest. Who knows what you’ve done elsewhere.

Remy choked: Tell them what you want. But don’t leave me, Lala. I can’t be without you. I need you. Please, baby girl. Don’t leave me.

He drops to his knees and weeps.

Lala sighs: Don’t do that. It’s useless. I have to go.

Lala turns and walks away. She doesn’t dare look back. She knew she would forgive him if she did. She had to think of her son.

cutie-captain-funsize  asked:

Squad Leader. Take a deep breath and stop for a moment. You're still here. Still with the ones who love you and care about you. Me. The other cadets. The other Squad Leaders (Mama and Papa). So please don't beat yourself up. Because you mean so much to all of us here. You've listened to every single one of our problems, Squad Leader, so it's our turn to show you how loved you are. (I hope you're alright Daddy. I wanted to give you a pep talk like you give us them). Cadet Cutie-captain-funsize x

That’s just so incredibly cute and wonderful, my heart is beating with happyness. Thank you so much for this. I will keep it all in mind and try to be strong and get over it soon

anonymous asked:

what motivates/inspires you to keep writing? i admire you so much and love all your works. i'm much like ren and hux when they get letters from each other in your CWU series, i'll get giddy and excited when you update, i'll read your work and then happily press my phone to my face lol then i'll re-read until i'm satisfied (however i'll read it again later anyways) i hope all is well with you! take care of yourself, lots of love :)

I have to be pretty obsessed by an idea in order to write it, usually spending a lot of time daydreaming about it and coming up with scenes and dialogue in the process. I’m also motivated by feedback, and every time someone expresses interest in what I’m working on means a ton and keeps me going. It’s so true that if you want to see more from a fan writer you should let them know you care, it’s really important!!

AHHH and man this ask made me especially happy because I often smile and hold my phone against my chest after getting a nice comment or note like this!!! (I’ve also made kiss faces at my phone :B) It means so much, especially if it comes during a crappy work day when I really need a reminder that my job doesn’t define me and that I can create unique things that people enjoy.  

Having this ask in my inbox has cheered me up multiple times this past week, thank you so much for sending and lots of love back to you <3 <3!!

anonymous asked:

How is everyone reacting to their break up?

Berwald: Tragic. 

Tino: Ber! Show more sympathy.

Berwald: Very tragic. 

Tino: Don’t mind him, we’re just racked with taking care of Peter. But, I was shocked. I should bring them both some cookies to cheer them up. And a bottle of liquor.

Emil: I don’t know how to feel. I mean, I don’t really care about what I think, I’m more worried about Lukas. I guess.


Tim: It was unexpected.

Emma: I’m fine keeping him here, but it was on such short notice… I don’t mind, though!

Louis: … Who is this guy again, big brother?

Tim: High school friend.

Louis: Huh. Neat. 

anonymous asked:

M!a!: Baby Boom: Is pregnant for let's say nine months! Have fun Honey!!

//THIS ASK FUCKING EXECUTED ME- 

Baby Boom: Muse is pregnant with twins (Anon specifies how many months)

And My body is super unstable. I think they’ll die before they get born….” He frowned. “Sorry, and even if i did have organs. I will never will able to care for them properly since this is a HORRIBLE place for children and Joey will never approve.”

//Yeah, no. I ain’t doing that. especially for the events that is gonna happen on this blog, I don’t think that’ll fly. As cute as it sounds to have Honey taking care of small inky demons, he’s right, the environment he lives in super dangerous since he lives in the lower isolated parts of the studio.(That means no can soup is down there) He wont be able to care and feed the twins nor would he able to hide them from Joey :(  Honey is already taking care of a baby and his name is Mr. Peepers and its a baby chicken. And this chicken can be able to hide easily and feed himself. Unless these babies come out immortal like him or is like Mr. Peepers; he will still won’t be able to take care of them because of the fear of loosing control and hurting them by mistake. Sorry,..

anonymous asked:

Lol I was at the talk today & I'm lmao at your anons. There was nothing wrong with Gillian. She was smiling & participating like normal.. I think some pple are trying to validate their own feelings of those vacation pics meaning so much to them. Gillian is just like living her life like normal. Doesn't care to address it. Everything is fine in her world. Some pple should take a cue from her. And that's the way it should be. Not our business nor do we need some kind of explanation. Go G!!

🙌

"Back in my day we didn't have all these mental issues!"

Well yes you did, Karen. They were called “Problem children” or “retards” or “psychos”. The were thrown in institutions and treated like criminals, or beaten to curb their behavior, or publicly shamed as “dunces”. They lacked adequate healthcare and no one understood what was wrong with them. They wandered the streets while their families either struggled to take care of them or pretended they didn’t exist. I know because I have an aunt who grew up schizophrenic in the 50s. You think anyone really knew how to deal with her when she wandered away from home or said and did bizarre things? And then there was my uncle, likely suffering from PTSD caused by his military service when he threw himself over a waterfall.

The increased ability to identify and diagnose things doesn’t mean these things just started existing. I’m not saying society doesn’t tend to overdiagnose and overmedicate (if you raise your kid with absolutely no boundaries or discipline and they end up a horrible brat, that’s probably not because of some rare mental disorder so much as bad parenting), but stop dismissing every mental health issue as some newfangled millennial nonsense you don’t have to take seriously. And don’t let that mindset stop YOU from getting help if you need it.

probably the worst thing for fake ah crew geoff about opening his place up to the crew is that he realizes how fucking horrible they are at taking care of themselves?? like okay geoff “will drink liquor as a meal” ramsey doesn’t exactly have anyplace to be judging from but like

  • gavin, how– how many energy drinks have you had. why are your fingers shaking like that. you weigh like six pounds of fucking course four red bulls are gonna make you jittery oh my god
  • jack how fucking long have you been working. those aren’t your clothes from yesterday, those are your clothes from two days ago, yes i’m sure, that hawaiian print is such an assault on my eyes i wouldn’t forget it
  • ryan you eat, um, nothing as far as i can tell and you sleep standing up, i think, which is weird, but then michael brings in donuts and you eat six in ten minutes and pass out on my couch, are you. are you okay.
  • speaking of donuts and all other foods and some non-foods: michael if you don’t stop trying to Eat Everything for a dare i’m gonna have to put stomach pumping services on speed dial
  • jeremy you have to stop letting gavin convince you to do stupid and/or dangerous things just because he’s filming it, you are going to straight-up die and i don’t really care how many youtube views that’ll net you
  • lindsay please stop trying to Fight Everything including your own crew, not every situation calls for a knife fight and if a situation does call for a knife fight the knife doesn’t gotta be that goddamn big
  • mica you can’t just go walking smugly into other gangs’ territories– no i don’t care that you can take them. you don’t go onto your shitty neighbor’s property and piss on their lawn just because you can. you’re gonna start a fight and then lindsay’s gonna get her knife out again.
  • trevor you leave a trail of coffee cups in your wake and i’m pretty sure they’re just filled with straight espresso. do you– i mean, we could just get you a rolling iv and drip caffeine straight into your veins at this point.
  • matt if you order forty breadsticks and nothing else for dinner one more time i may have an actual, literal aneurysm, have you ever eaten an actual vegetable in your life
  • ray i don’t even know where to start with you can you even name a vegetable.

When Anthony Planakis was going through the New York Police Academy, they told him to write his interests down on a little card.

“Beekeeping, of course I put that down,” says 54-year-old Planakis, who is a fourth generation beekeeper. “And the very first job, the sergeant comes right up to me and I just look up and go, ‘Hey, Sarge,’ and he goes, 'Bees?’ and I go, 'Yeah, where?’ 'Harlem.’ And I go, 'Cool.’ That was it, that was the first job I handled,” he says.

And that’s how he became the department’s unofficial beekeeper starting in 1995, earning him the nickname Tony Bees. Planakis has been handling hives for 40 years and keeps them in his backyard in Queens and on a property in Connecticut.

“Whenever I’m working a swarm, I hear nothing around me,” he says. “I mean you can have a jackhammer running down below and I wouldn’t even hear it. I’m in the perfect world now. Actually that’s the only time I feel safe. I’m never scared, never afraid. So, uh, I think it’s in my blood.”

Protect, Serve And Take Care Of The Bees

Photo: StoryCorps

WHEN THEY ASK WHY IT DIDN’T WORK:

Tell them it was my fault. Tell them I was skittish and distant. Say any word other than abuse when it comes up. Say something that sounds softer or less intentional. Tell them I was confused. Say you didn’t do anything. Say you didn’t mean to do anything. Say your depression made a monster out of you. Say you were trying so hard to take care of yourself that you forgot to treat me like a person in our home. Tell them it was self preservation. Tell them it was necessary. Say you never knew there was a problem. Say you knew there was a problem but I never tried to talk about it. Say I only tried to talk about it three times before I quit. Tell them I quit. Say it again, but sound more disappointed. Tell them I refused to badger you about your trauma. Tell them I was only understanding for eleven months. Tell them my patience ran out and you don’t know why. Tell them it was “complicated.”
—  Trista Mateer

A few years ago, I started doing this thing where I take care of myself from a third-person perspective. It started when I got diagnosed with my neurological condition, as a way to remember and embrace that I had a handicap, and that my life would improve if I observed proper care of it. For example, when I started to get overloaded I taught myself to step outside of the situation and say, “Self, hey, I think we need to get out of here. Remember that you’re sick, and it’s okay that you’re sick. I know you’re still working, and I’m sorry, but it’s time to take us home.” A big step in my life happened when, on one of those days where just nothing worked at all, I just put myself to bed with a book and glass of milk at 4:00 in the afternoon, saying, “We did our best, but I think we need to shut this day down. This is your job right now; I need you to get a lot of rest, because there’s a lot to do tomorrow.” Everything feels so much better when someone understands and accepts what’s up with you, even if it IS you. Even the tough-love aspect through the worst of times that says, “I know this is breaking you down into little pieces, and I’m so, so sorry to do this, but I need you to keep going. I’m going to get us out of this, but in order to that I need you to keep going” makes everything so much easier. 

It’s turned into this major thing in my life. I can already state that this is the most important thing for success in grad school. When you can look at yourself objectively and feel a need to care for that good, hardworking little human as best you can, it makes it easy to put your health and safety first. It’s second nature to celebrate even the smallest victories of that person, because you work so hard to take care of them, and you see that hard work paying off in countless ways. Standing up for yourself if easy when that voice in your head rears up at once, unable to just sit by and let your person get kicked around. It’s hard for me to think, ‘Hey, please don’t say those mean things to me,’ but when I look at the situation from the outside I immediately start going, ‘Woah, buckarooni, you think I am gonna just sit here, let you talk at my human that way? Bouta get my foot in your face is what’s bouta happen, friend.’

This practice has made me more compassionate, more patient, and less tolerant of mistreatment of those around me in any form. The saying, ‘treat others as you treat yourself’ goes a long way when you treat yourself really, really well. I strongly recommend this practice to you student types. Be your own mom/big brother or sister. Or date yourself, be a healthy relationship. Put your own name on the list of people in your support system. 

When you think of abandoned/stray animals, animals being released on the end of dirt roads to fend for themselves, what do you imagine? $5 says you’re picturing a dog or cat. And that’s very likely the answer! However, there is a significant problem with people releasing small pets, exotics, livestock, and fish as well. 

Pictured here is Samuel, a beardie we had surrendered a number of years ago. What made Samuel’s case unique is that he was found trucking down the middle of a rural road. The person who caught him thought he was a native lizard and brought him in to my workplace asking for advice on how to keep him as a pet because they’d never seen such a cool lizard before. Once reptile care was explained to them, they didn’t want him, but at least learned he shouldn’t be set back loose, so we took him in (and he has since been adopted). 

I have similarly taken in released or escaped (thought we ALWAYS check lost/found when we take in a stray anything, and none of these had anyone looking) iguanas, non-native turtles and tortoises, rabbits, pigs, parakeets, chickens, and more. Heck, if I had the means, I’d have come home with an abandoned horse tied to a post on a rural road. 

Releasing dogs and cats is bad enough. They’re domesticated species and often succumb to disease, predation, injury, starvation, etc., though in some cases do establish feral populations that are injurious to wildlife. Releasing exotics tends to have one of two outcomes: a swift death or, given appropriate climate conditions and multiple individuals, the establishment of invasive populations that threaten native wildlife. Florida is obviously the textbook example, but populations of non-native animals released intentionally or accidentally by individuals or industries are present in virtually every state and indeed most countries. 

So what do you do if you can’t keep your fish, or rabbit, or iguana? Well, for one, never release it into the wild. Many people romanticize “the wild” as a wonderful taste of freedom after a life of captivity even if they acknowledge that the animal will likely not survive. In reality, “the wild” tends to be a terrifying experience for captive bred or domesticated animals, and their end often comes after tremendous suffering. Even if your animal is well suited for the environment it’s being released into, doing so is almost definitely illegal and potentially harmful to native wildlife. 

Instead, try to seek either a) a qualified new home or b) a rescue organization. There are rescues for virtually every animal under the sun, and for every person who doesn’t want x species, there’s someone else desperate to own one. You should always vet both new homes and rescues to make sure you are surrendering the animal responsibly; a basic verbal interview or questionnaire should make clear if the home or rescue is qualified. And honestly, if you can’t find anything and need to surrender your pet to animal control? They still have a better shot, and if they do wind up being euthanized, it is certainly a favorable death to starvation, disease, predators, exposure, etc.

Remember: whenever you obtain an animal, you are entering an unspoken contract to be responsible for that animal’s wellbeing, from start to finish, be that finish with you or someone else. You break that contract when you leave an animal’s fate to chance by releasing it. 

anonymous asked:

do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry

I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them. 

What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is

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@shippinggg thank you for bringing me peace, even just for a little while 

reigen’s garden (probably rooftop) slowly becomes a safe haven for everyone. except for shou’s hamsters. shou only has to learn that lesson once

teru comes there to read when his apartment feels too stuffy. no he doesnt have a key. dont ask. mob, who does have a key, doesnt ask, so why should you 

in the summer maybe reigen would put a mat in a corner so hed have a place to sit down. then all the kids would take naps there. maybe sometimes at the same time. 

also I put in both the ink and the colored version bc I cant decide which one I like more so yeah

Bts reacting to you being a day care teacher!

Request: Bts reacting to you teaching kids in a day care center

Namjoon:

“So you work with kids yeah?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Maybe I could help teach! Reading and math! Condensation, percipitation, evaporation! Balancing chemicals!”

“Joon, they’re five.”

*Eyes start sparkling at the thought of teaching them too”

Originally posted by sugaa

Jin:

“Kids you say?”

“Mhm!”

*Scoots away from you*

“uhm?”

“Kids have boogers and pick things they aren’t supposed to… go take a shower before touching me with your germs!”

“The only kid with germs here is you!” *You stick your tongue out at him*

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Hoseok:

“A kid teacher? Wahh, you must have a lot of patience.”

“Of course, I mean I’m dating you right?”

“Why must you attack me??”

Originally posted by rninyoonqi

Yoongi:

“Makes sense.”

“What does that mean?”

“You working there. You have a mindset like a 5 year old.”

“Excuse me? I’m an adult >:( an adult who won’t be doing anything sexual with her boyfriend since he wants to be a meanie face.”

“An adult wouldn’t say meanie face.”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Taehyung:

“Alright kids now gather aro- Tae? TAE?!”

“Heeeeey y/n”

“Wha-what are you doing here?”

“You said you worked with kids so here I am.”

“I didn’t even tell you where I work, how?”

*Completely ignores you to play with the kids*

Originally posted by deathlymaze

Jimin: 

“Wanna come with me to work Jimin?”

“To the day care?”

“Yep.”

“HECK YEAH IM ALREADY READY LETS GO!”

“Why are you so excited?”

“I’m gonna be the tallest one…”

Originally posted by xcrazyfangirlx

Jungkook:

“So you know how you work at a day care right?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well what if we buy them camo outfits and start a kid army?”

“We’re not making my kids soldiers for your own entertainment!”

“You never go with my plans… hoe”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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I’m like six years late to the fandom but here’s some terrible Valentines from everyone’s favorite Roman LARPers

send them to the profligates you least wish to kill

First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

ACOWAR SPOILERS

Before ACOWAR, I used to ship Elucien because I thought of them as a broken Lucien, and a happy, smiley, flower loving Elain healing him from all that deep depression. After reading ACOWAR however my view totally changed. I think they do no fit at all. Lucien is firey and sarcastic, and quick witted, while Elain is the one who’s broken. She needs a gentle soul like Azriel to understand her and take care of her, while simultaneously she’s taking care of him. I mean it would mean the world to Azriel if after 500 years dealing with unrequited love, Elain comes along and chooses to love him and to be with him, even after the mating bond with Lucien. That would be everything! <3 Oh, and Lucien needs someone who can knock some sense into him and give him courage by being honest and not sugar coating things, like Vassa totally could.

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“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you” - Elbert Hubbard

It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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