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What does Stan’s symbol mean?

First of all, thanks to @marypsue for listening to my ramblings and giving some feedback about this a few days ago and to @eregyrn-falls for talking about Alex’s Q&A, which reminded me to write it up and post it.

Warning: this is going to be long. Sorry.

One of the things that I’ve always hoped would get an explanation from Alex (but possibly never will?) is the meaning behind the symbol on Stan’s fez/the Cipher Wheel.

First, a bit of a tangent, but I hope a productive one: in GF fanfic, a common issue when Bill and Stan appear together in a fic is that we never canonically heard Bill’s nickname for Stan (assuming he would have given Stan one, which, given Bill’s character, seems like a safe bet). Fic authors usually get around this by having Bill call Stan “Fez,” which makes sense given that’s where his symbol is and it’s a pretty distinctive element of his appearance.

BUT.

But Bill doesn’t call Dipper “ballcap,” or Mabel “sweater,” or Soos “t-shirt,” even though that’s where their symbols are found. Their nicknames are based on what the symbol IS, and the symbols (at least roughly?) represent who they are as characters.

So, ultimately, thinking about what Bill’s nickname for Stan might be sort of helps clarify what Stan’s symbol might mean vis-à-vis his character. Ahem. Back to the symbol.

The clearest direct mention of the symbol is in Journal 3, when Ford writes that Stan’s fez is from Filbrick’s  membership in the “Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel.” It’s totally possible this is all there is to it, it’s a funny fish symbol. Alex’s old DeviantArt account is reportedly holymackerel, so it’s possible it’s just something he thought was funny and that’s that.

But, we all know how much Alex loves to misdirect people – almost as much as he likes to have multiple layers of mysteries and meaning in GF. So I think it’s more likely this is just a superficial meaning for Stan’s symbol.

Looking at the symbol, there could be a few different interpretations, so I’ll present the three most interesting ones I came up with, in order of what I think is the likelihood it’s the real meaning of the symbol.

First, another look at the symbol as it appears on the fez:

Now what if we do this:

 Looks like an eye, right? Just one eye?

The least likely theory is that the symbol has something to do with Stan’s character being connected to Bill’s in some way. It’s a cool interpretation, considering how important the idea of the “beast with just one eye” was, and the fact that, as Mr. Mystery, Stan wore an eyepatch (and so had just one eye visible). If you’re a subscriber to the Same Coin theory, this interpretation might work for that.

I personally don’t think this is it, though. So let’s turn the symbol this way:

Notice the symbol in canon art is always represented with these proportions. Now what does it look like? A bit like the portal casting a shadow? Who lived (figuratively and literally) in the shadow of the portal for 30 years? Yeah.

Stan, with his long-standing self-esteem and self-worth issues, saw himself as just “part of a dynamic duo,” essentially Ford’s shadow, not capable of accomplishing anything on his own. So, this interpretation is a little more likely to me, and I headcanon that Bill’s nickname for Stan would be something like “Shadow,” because it’s not only thematically appropriate, it’s snide and hurtful.

But this still doesn’t seem like it’d be an appropriate symbol for Stan’s character. After all, reductively thinking of him as Ford’s shadow would only represent most people’s (and his own self-) perception of Stan in the first (admittedly long) part of his character arc. So what represents the culmination of his character arc?

Let’s turn the symbol one more time:

Look familiar?

Well, first of all, there are some similar-looking symbols in the history museum in SotBE:

And on the ur-Cipher Wheel in Mabelcorn:

I personally don’t think it’s related to the symbol that’s similar to the Freemason symbol, because that seems on-the-nose and superficial to be on a secret society fez (though a cute reference), and more related to Dipper’s character than Stan’s. I think the other symbol gives a clue as to its meaning, since it’s also incredibly similar to Stan’s symbol’s shape.

…what legendary bird is often represented in this shape? And the shape on the fez? Wings upraised in a circular shape?

So…my best guess is that this is a simplified, stylized version of one of the best symbols for Stan’s character: a phoenix. The imagery of Stan burning is present throughout the series, and of course, Stan is literally immolated and reborn in the finale. I absolutely headcanon that this is what Stan’s symbol really means. (But I don’t think Bill would ever call Stan “Phoenix,” do you?)

All this is just speculation, though. You’d have to have actually been in the writer’s room (or Alex’s brain), or have done a lot of research into ancient symbols (in so many cultures and historical contexts, seriously – Egyptian symbolism, indigenous American tribal symbolism, secret society symbolism, alchemy symbols, etc) to suss out what everything related to Stan and his symbol (the flag/banners for the Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel, the first symbol in comparison to the second symbol – both work for the Phoenix symbolism, the color symbolism in the series, etc) might mean.

Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

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You’re the One (Daveed x Reader)

Summary: Based on an ask I saw about reader/Daveed being roommates. The reader teases him about his appearance on Sesame Street. Fluff.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

A/N: This was a good idea. Good job anon.


“D!” You yelled as soon as you heard the apartment door open.

“What?” Daveed went into the kitchen, rifling around in the fridge for something to eat.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be on Sesame Street!”

“I guess I forgot? I don’t know, I’ve been busy.” He plopped down next to you and handed you a beer, sighing. He looked tired.

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1. I should’ve bought more flowers for you, now I buy flowers even if today isn’t Valentine’s Day or a day with a specific meaning, in a way, every petal is imbued with an apology and every time someone leans in to smell it they can feel the parts of me that you’ve forgiven far long before I could

2. I didn’t start to feel better until I started to take better care of myself, a constant whisper of you saying “i was just worried about you”

3. You can’t let someone be your only source of happiness because once they’re gone, you’re all alone again and there’s nothing worse than starting all the way back over with yourself: square one of a broken heart multiplied by the intensity of she’s not coming back, let her go

4. Music will never betray me

5. Poetry is thinking that you’ve got it figured out and a metaphor is just your way of saying I don’t

6. Art rules the world and I am a masterpiece in progress; how can I love myself like how you did if I can’t see that little bit?

7. Lust isn’t conducive for growth, it’s like an addict trying to get his fix– some day, he’s going to break and not even the drug can help him

8. I buy myself nice things, but I can’t fill this emptiness inside of my heart– I guess some nights, I just miss being next to you

9. I still can’t get used to sleeping alone

10. Sometimes I wish I would’ve picked up your phone calls during the first few months, I broke my promise and you know something? I regret it

11. I threw away our love letters and memories two months ago, I cried the whole time– yeah, still a fool for you, but baby, we’ve changed so much, I’m happy with my unhappy

12. You once told me to go on many adventures without you, did you account for my depression? You know, I don’t blame you for any of this. In reality it was always an us thing, a too young thing, a stupid, mad love thing– as always, I still love you, I just don’t know what love is anymore

13. They were right, soulmates touch you and they change you forever– the moment a colorful paint filled brush hits the water and the figments of colors flow into the cup, you left my soul with so many seasons, I’m still raking up the leaves from last fall

14. The last time I saw you we shouldn’t have had sex, I think that night really broke you– I think that night really broke me too

15. I should’ve laid my head onto your chest and counted your heartbeats more often, I’m sorry

16. Sometimes when I talk to people and tell them random facts that you’ve filled my head up, I swear I can hear your voice echo in the back of my head– “baby, check this out, you’re gonna love it”

17. I always do

18. I still remember your favorite Harry Potter line

19. After all of this time? …Always.

20. I smoke cigarettes to think about how to think less, the fucking irony

21. I take painkillers and my excuse is that my right hand still hurts, in truth, I’m just another addict that believes if I take another maybe my heart might just start to sound like it belongs to me

22. I didn’t cut myself because I wanted to die, I cut myself open because I wanted to feel how often I made your heart break, each scar on my shoulders is a time when I’ve made you cry

23. And each night that I can’t sleep, I stay up wishing that you’re doing okay

24. I don’t pray often, but when I do, I always prayed for your mom, although she hated me, I’m so glad that she put you on this earth to allow us to meet– I have changed so much since I’ve met you

25. The crazy part? You still change me everyday

26. You know the renaissance era? Falling in love with you was like that

27. My favorite photo of us were those two kids eating a banana split at the New Orleans mall, I miss those two innocent kids, oh, how we’ve changed

28. We are destined to have this eternal flame kind of distance– the brighter I burn, the more you’ll read, the only thing that keeps me writing some days is knowing that somewhere, somehow you’re always reading, no matter who you’re with or if you’re laughing or crying or smiling

29. My number one fan was always you first

30. I’ve made so many bad decisions, you were never one of them

31. I’ve written so many bad poems, you were in every single one

32. I’ve written some pretty great ones too tho…!
You were also in those

33. I miss cleaning your eyes for you

34. I have met some amazing people because of what happened to us

35. I can’t get you by Fallbrooke the acoustic version is no longer on the internet, the funny part? The very last day that it was on the web, I downloaded it right before they removed it. It’s still my favorite song of all time, our song

36. Hold your tears by Clazziquai too

37. Sometimes when I get off from work, I sit in the car and cry, some tears don’t have meaning, they just need to come out

38. I claim to write poetry, but I feel like they’re just love letters sent to no one in particular

39. It’s not that I’m not over you, I’m just trying to get used to not needed you

40. It’s not that it hurts to the point where I can’t breathe, I’m just trying to light my own path to self-love and healing

41. The fact that your favorite color is orange, it makes the fruit taste some type of way

42. Sometimes I want to call you, but I don’t

42. Sometimes I want to text you and I do

43. Sometimes I want you to answer, I’m glad you don’t

43. Sometimes I just want to say fuck it all and call, I’m glad that I don’t

44. You stopped writing when we first met, in some way, the girl that waits by the shore has left a million pens near my desk and to this day– I wait by the shore too, just in case inspiration hits, right?

45. Our little codes of love finally decoded enough for me to not be blinded by you

46. We were both messed up people, I think we knew that about each other and maybe that’s why I always know when you’re not feeling okay

47. I still don’t have love figured out, but damn I’ll open every fucking door in my heart even if I have to go down the sewer to find every key

48. Someone says that she’s falling for me, I’m legit afraid to hurt people now– like it’s a real fear, I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore

49. I should’ve given you the stars, but instead I left your heart scattered across the universe

50. It’s been almost two year and I’m still writing about you, but at least it’s less often, right?

51. You’ve always been kinda self-centered, I think you enjoy it when I write about you. Like if I write about you in some way, maybe I’m still yours

52. We were just too damn young to realize how destructive passion, love, romance, stagnation, betrayal and pain is when mixed together

53. Sometimes I go to the places that we used to go just to create new memories without you

54. Sometimes it works

55. Most of the time, it just flicks me off

56. My brain is constantly telling me that I’m a fuck up and the more I try to get it right, the more I keep getting it wrong

57. I am trying to master the art of letting go

58. And this list is a step towards better things

59. And this life is going to be alright

60. Without you, I am still me

61. Without you, I can still breathe

62. Without you, I am still alive

63. Without you, I am still poetry

64. I can barely remember your face, I guess being around a lot of different people at work helps out plenty

65. This world is filled with pain, I hope you look back and smile about us some day

66. Maybe when you’re old and grey– you’ll remember those two young kids who slow danced in the dark

67. If we were made from the same star, I want to return home some day

68. I want to shine bright enough for the two of us

69. You’re still my best friend even if we no longer talk

70. You’ll always be my best friend

71. I still care about you

72. A whole fucking lot

73. The world is full of mysteries, I’m glad that we’re in the known, I’m glad that we’ve met

74. I hope you never regret me, you wanna know why? I could never, ever, ever, ever regret you

75. I don’t know how to open up to people anymore and I’m not sure if it’s my fault or yours– maybe this one time, it’s our fault… are you like this too?

76. I’ve been told that I’m too hard on myself, I firmly believe that one of the reason as to why we split was because I wasn’t hard enough on myself– I got too fucking comfortable with your promises and I took you for granted

77. Life waits for no one

78. I let an ex of mine break my red and black ring– she said that if I was over you, I’d let her break. I let her break it, but jokes on me, it didn’t change a thing about how I still feel about you

79. I keep writing and writing and writing because one of these days– it’ll stop being about you

80. Sometimes it works, but deep down, I know in some way, you’ll always find a way to sneak back out

81. I can’t get you out of my head sometimes

82. It’s even harder because you’re still inside of my heart

83. I saw this cool picture on Tumblr with someone cutting a piece of herself off that resembled two lovers splitting up, that shit looked like it hurt

84. Love hurts because even eating cotton candy ice cream really fast will give you a brain freeze

85. You didn’t like my rat tail idea, I grew one out just to fuck with you. Jokes on me, I love it now.

86. You never really supported the idea of me being anything, tbh, it’s not your fault. None of it is. I should’ve been my own motivation. I guess by supporting you through nursing school, I wanted to hear you say that I could do it even when I was at my lowest point.

87. I realized a few thing about loving you.

88. When you hit rock bottom, few will be loyal enough to stick it out with you

89. Money rules the world, since I’m not wealthy in any way– one day when I am, I can laugh a little about all of this

90. I think you loved our memories more than you loved me, in truth, I did too

91. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to get close to people

92. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to let you go

93. Maybe that’s why you still read

94. We had something raw and experimental, young and dumb, mistakes on top of mistakes

95. It was a perfect compass to point us to our future selves

96. I know a great many things now– although I am depressed, with or without you

97. I am great, I am strong

98. I am my own happy before anyone else’s

99. I can love myself enough to let you go

100. I had to hurt you to really, really grow–
I think to this day, that’s the thing that hurts me the most. That I had to hurt my best friend in this whole wide world, to make you crumble, to make you cry, to make you hate me– I had to do all of that in order to love myself. And it’s sad because here I am, still trying to figure it all out.



With or without you, I will be a better person.
—  100 things I figured out when we broke up
Entanglement: Part 2

Entanglement: Part 2 

Paring: Namjoon x Jin x you

Word Count: 8.6k

genre/warning: smut, dirty talk, double penetration, dom!Jin, dom!Namjoon

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The types as how I (an ESTP) know them

Seen this around a lot, thought I’d do my own version.

I don’t know any ISFPs, so that type isn’t represented.

ISTJ- my lab coordinator- Gets off on organizing. Plans her future out to the T, but then a curveball hits and after about a day of freaking out she deals with it. Loves concerts, science, and cats. Organizes my life for me, and we get along very well.

ISFJ- research coworker- I don’t really know her well, but she is pretty quiet. Serious and focused, but not afraid to crack a smile here and there. Somehow remembers everyone’s birthdays despite only knowing us for two months. Also (I think) very scared of me. 

INFJ- friend- I ADMIRE HER AESTHETIC SO MUCH. Seriously, this girl keeps it classy everywhere. Insta? She has a color coordinated layout. Snapchat? Only the most sophisticated snaps any 19 year old I know has every taken. Twitter? Barely touches it. Uses periods at the end of everything, which makes her sound SO COOL. Kinda wanna be her, kinda wanna be dating her. 

INTJ- cousin- most driven person I know. Loves animals more than people. 100% left-brained, and the best person to go to for a logical opinion on anything. Butttt fucks up in her personal life a lot. Clingy as hell (but this is coming from an ESTP so take it with a grain of salt tbh)

ISTP- roommate- the most slytherin of all the slytherins. Super funny, sarcastic, and always down for an adventure. Weird obsession with Garfield. Watches the most TV out of anyone I know.

INFP- friend- the calmest voice EVER. The calmest person, really. A great listener, and always zen @ life. Brilliant at orgo. Surprisingly a very good rapper as well. 

ESTP- myself and my friend- our version of an icebreaker is, “hey, wanna go skydiving?” Surprised when people say no to an adventure. Cannot sit in one place and study for more than 3 hours at a time without doing something crazy, like a push-up contest in the middle of the library, to keep our sanity. 

ESFP- acquaintance- ok the first people to start any drama ever. Extra af but also great to talk to when you need to be extra af and rant/yell/complain/anything. Can go from ‘too cool for you’ to a literal puppy in five seconds. 

ENFP- best friend- A PUPPY IN HUMAN FORM. Most scatterbrained person to exist. Multiple internships, research positions, volunteer obligations, etc. a week and somehow manages to do all of it and still be bored. 

ESTJ- boyfriend- Secretly always in control, even when someone is in control. Has a backup plan for the backup plan. Fun and enthusiastic, but also kind of cautious and takes a step back before he jumps into anything. 

ESFJ- best friend- literally follows through on everything she ever says. “I’m getting lunch with you sometime this week” you bet your ass she is going to schedule this lunch, plan it, color coordinate it in her journal, and show up five minutes early with the menu already looked over online. Pushes you to be the best version of yourself by calling you out on bs you didn’t even realize you had. 

ENFJ- ex boyfriend- cheesy as hell. Loves anime, metal, and Bethoven. Most random, adaptable person I’ve yet to meet. Has a lot of feelings. 

ENTJ- brother- Holds himself with a very naturally intelligent aura. Cares a lot about his reputation and how he appears. Very hardworking and smart. Can be demeaning or rude without realizing it. Bases his self worth on his academic achievements.

ENTP- friend- craziest life story I’ve ever heard. Came over my place after a car crash very casually like ‘yeah my car just got totalled but its whatever so i heard you had pizza’ like what???? Almost always awake at 4 AM and watching the Office. Great ideas, but not enough willpower to execute them. 

INTP- friend- nerdiest person ever. Hates on himself way too much. Intelligent, funny, and sarcastic. Has a lot of emotions but doesn’t know what to do with them so ends up making stupid decisions with girls he likes and then ignoring that person forever.

Café Cram

H2OVanoss Coffee Shop AU because there will never be enough of them. Enjoy!


There were two times that the palpable excitement filled the air of the small campus; the day the college students moved in, and the day they left. It was the blissful moments before the stress of classes began, or the relief that the weight of thesi, assignments, and projects had been lifted off of their shoulders.

Evan Fong had just moved into an apartment right off of campus with his two best friends. It was his senior year, the last year before he received his degree and was sent off without a paddle into the real world. And while it was a terrifying thought, Evan couldn’t wait to really start his life.

His roommate, Tyler, was waiting for him outside of the only café on campus. Café Cram, affectionately known as The Cram, was notorious for their late hours and strong coffee. Students flocked to the small shop for an early morning pick up, or a late night caffeine rush before one of many all nighters they would pull that semester. Evan was a frequent customer, his caffeine addiction solely credited as the only thing that had gotten him through the past three years.

Tyler greeted him warmly, pulling him into a hug and patting his back firmly. “Get everything unpacked?”

Evan nodded as he held the door open for his friend. “Mostly. Just have to organize my clothes.” They stood in the already sizable line of students waiting to order. “The rest of my stuff should be here in a few days.”

“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.” Tyler shook his head solemnly. “We’re gonna have to get big boy jobs.”

“Lucky for the both of you, I have a big boy job.” A bespectacled man rushed past them, delivering coffee to the tables around the room. When he came back their way, he kissed Tyler and headed back behind the counter.

“Barista is not a big boy job, Craig!” He called after him.

The man glared at his two friends and roommates before returning his attention to the cappuccino he was making.

Behind the register was a new man that Evan had never seen on campus before. The college was small, a private university on the outskirts of Los Angeles with less than two thousand students, so everyone either knew each other, or of each other. He was tall and thin, his face hidden by the brim of his uniform hat as he bowed down over the machine.

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The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (1)

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Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language??? I think that’s it. Fuckboy-ism too. Future smut.

Word Count: 1,190

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (IT’S BACK I’M SORRY FOR MY BABIES THAT HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE ENDING)

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You looked up from your paper, nearly looking back down once you met the eyes of Kim Junmyeon. Not only was he your neighbor, he was your hot neighbor. You often saw the parties he threw but never attended them. Mostly because you didn’t want to, but there was also the small factor that he didn’t ever invite you.

The two of you used to be good friends. That was because once puberty hit, he distanced himself from you. So, you grew taller without your best friend - your body changed just like Junmyeon’s demeanor towards you. That wasn’t the only thing that changed. He grew as well - his body taller and his shoulders broader.

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oh my god I have no excuse?? this is the first fic I’ve posted in months and its not even good!! I was considering not posting it at all but idkit took so long I felt like I had to.

remember that AU idea I had where JD and Veronica are dating, and Veronica’s grandparents don’t believe Veronica is really bisexual, so she pretends to be in a poly relationship with JD and Heather Chandler? ya that’s this thing. also there is a tiny hint of chansaw? because I’m always a slut for Heather shamelessly flirting with Veronica, especially in front of JD lmao.  I hope it entertains u!

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Guardian (XIV)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,772

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

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BMC Orphan AU

Heck my dudes I’m supposed to be studying rn BUT I really wanted to share with you this random lil AU @justpidgance and I came up with.

Basically, Jeremy’s parents die or leave him or something when he was very young (Like 4-5 ish). But before they go, they get him to take a Squip, in the hopes that at least somebody will be there to take care of their son.

Below the cut is a copy-paste dump of ideas we had. Enjoy!

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BTS when their son wants to be a Disney Princess

Seokjin

Are you serious? This man child is going to be the PERFECT Prince Charming to his son’s Cinderella. He went through store after store searching for the outfits and while he found his that only requird some embroidery here and there, he had to compromise and find a dress that was larger than his son’s size and alter it home. Seokjin was disappointed greatly in the children’s costume industry. They did not have a proper Cinderella dress selection to choose from. This is why he had to get a larger dress. Becuase they simply did not fit his son right. And he would be damned if his son looked anything but pefect for Halloween. Halloween was a huge deal for his son and therefor a huge deal for Seokjin. Seokjin worked late into the night making adjustment’s to the dress so that it fit his son just right. When Halloween dawned they went hand in hand down the line of houses and made a killing with candy. Luckily no one notices the bandages on a majority of fingers because it turns out hand altering a dress his not as easy as he thought

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“Even though you are a princess it does not mean you get to eat more than 3 pieces of candy!”

Yoongi

Yoongi didn’t show much of a reaction when his 6 year old son suddenly ran up to him with heart eyes holding up the Snow White outfit he found to wear to his classroom Halloween party. He looked it up and down and calmly asked his son if he was sure that was what he wanted because he wasn’t going to buy him a different one if he changes his mind. His son determinedly said he was sure and marched to the checkout person. However when the kid running the cash register asked his son if he realized that he picked up a dress. His son looked at the cashier in confusion a look that was suspiciously similar to Yoongi’s. Of course he knew he got a dress! The cashier rolled his eyes and made a snide remark. But you are a boy! Boys don’t wear dresses! You should go back and pick out something else! Yoongi quickly got PISSED and was ready to murder this asshole but an idea occurred to him and he just smirked at the kid. You know what? You are right. Come on squirt. Let’s go find something else. His son’s eyes welled up with tears but Yoongi quickly picked him up and whispered in his ear. 15 minutes later they are back in line still holding the dress but this time with a proper crown complete with plastic jewels, a wicker basket that looks just like the one in the cartoon, adorable little heeled shoes, and red play lipstick. Yoongi looked at the cashier as if to dare him to say anything. He didn’t. But that didn’t stop Yoongi from calling in and making a warning complaint to the manager.

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“Hello? Yes, you see I just came from your store and spoke with a certain smart mouthed little shit and you should know that the next time I see him…”

Hoseok

You never would of known that Hoseok had a minor freak out when his son excited told him that he wanted to be Ariel for Halloween. Don’t get him wrong it’s not that he had a problem with his son wanting to be a princess but what if the other kids tease him? His son is only 7! His feelings could be hurt and it could affect him for the rest of his life! But none the less he took his son to the costume store and helped him pick out a “tutu” version of Ariel because the traditional one didn’t fit him right. He had to admit his son was adorable dancing around in a purple seashells and bright green tutu and green leggings. He even found the long wig in the proper bright red to go with it! And if anyone asked he of course did NOT follow behind his son at a safe distance to make sure no one said anything. He didn’t have anything to worry about. The kids all loved his son’s costume, the parent’s however… Well the police weren’t called but it was a close thing after Hoseok was done with them.

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“Okay I hear what you are saying but hear me out… If you say that again about my son you will be shitting out my shoe for the next month.”

Namjoon

Namjoon could not of been happier to see his son express himself. So when he came up to Namjoon exclaiming Merida was the bestest pwincess ever! I want to be her for Hawoween! In his adorable little lisp Namjoon found himself spending a bit more than he planned for his Halloween outfit. But come on! His son clearly needed a custom made bow! Merida HAS to have her bow in the cartoon therefor his son must have bow! And okay so he didn’t have to buy the expensive velvet green dress and then pay to have it altered. But the look on his son’s face when he saw himself in the mirror with it on was worth every penny. His son even sat and listened intently on the importance of making choices in your life and how to think carefully before acting. As depicted in the cartoon making a rash and selfish decision could hurt someone else. It did seem to escape his notice that his son was only 5 and fell asleep while Namjoon was starting to explain the mythology of Wil-o-wisps.

Originally posted by gotjimin

“You see son, they are fascinating creatures that were actually known to lure travelers into the forest to get them lost inste- Oh. Well I suppose it is your nap time…” 

Jimin

When his son quietly came up to him and sat his lap, Jimin knew that he wanted something. His son took after him completely. He had his sunny personality, his award winning smile, and his love of singing and dancing. He also inherited his small body structure, so when his son shyly asked if he could be Belle for Halloween, Jimin’s heart sank. He didn’t consider himself old fashioned. He was all for the world changing and becoming more accepting but boys wearing dresses… That was not something that was widely accepted and he just couldn’t bring himself to let his little innocent sweet boy deal with bullies. When he calmly explained that No you can not be Belle for Halloween but you can be the Prince! Or even the Beast! Or maybe Chip? And Jimin’s heart broke when he saw his son’s face fall. His son did not argue but instead nodded sadly and walked over to the corner of the room and faced the wall. Why his son just put himself in time out was baffling to Jimin and he did NOT want to think about how it looked like he was punishing himself for something. Maybe Jimin was spending to much time with Namjoon because surely this thing was not that deep and his 7 year old did not have a complex… Jimin agonized over what to do but in the end he decided that his son’s happiness was more important to him than society standards. So when he presented the golden ballgown and pretty plastic heels with a matching adorable little tasseled purse (not necessary but it was just too cute to pass up), his son’s face lit up like the sun and Jimin knew he made the right choice. His son may face bullying in the future but Jimin would be behind him and his choices 100% of the way. 

Originally posted by 9taefox

“I don’t care what you think. If my son wants to be a princess he will be a princess. You can go find something place dank and horrible to stuff yourself in.”

Taehyung

Taehyung teased Yoongi that his son and Yoongi’s son must of been switched at birth. Who knows?  They were born on the same day…  Because Taehyung’s son slept more than any other kid on earth! Taehyung had heard the horror stories of nap times and bedtimes and was fully prepared with books, songs, and night lights by the time his son was born. But he never had a single problem. In fact he had caught Yoongi napping with Taehyung’s son during play dates. So the irony was not lost on Taehyung when his son runs in screaming about a dress that changes colors and getting a kiss from the prince to break the curse all the while going in circles around the couch. (His son always did wake up with excess energy when he woke up from his naps.) His son came to a skidding halt in front of Taehyung and begged to be Princess Aurora for Halloween. Taehyung dropped his face in his hand for a moment before jumping up and chasing his overactive 9 year old who screeched in terror of the tickle monster. It was at times like these there was no doubt in his mind THIS was his son. After the spontaneous game of tag that was initiated when his son turned and started chasing Taehyung instead of being chased, they sat down in front of the computer. They scrolled through website after website to find the PERFECT dress for his son. Once they decided on a dress that was that shimmery fabric that changed colors as your turn they turned to then find the perfect crown even if son would most likely have the thing broken within a day of wearing it. He took after his Uncle Namjoon in that aspect, it was still the perfect look for Princess Aurora. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“I know you are excited to be Princess Aurora but you can’t wear the crown or dress until Halloween because your Uncle Namjoon has rubbed off on you to much and I don’t want the dress spontaneously bursting into flames or anything…”

Jungkook

Jungkook fully blames Seokjin for why his son was wearing a green sheet wrapped around his chest so it flows almost skirt like. I’m Pwincess Tiana! He exclaimed and danced around happily. Not that Jungkook cared about what his son was wearing as long as he was warm in the winter and didn’t get too hot in the summer. But really a bed sheet is not an appropriate dress. So Jungkook let his son pick out a reasonably priced costume dress from a resale website and his son wore it threadbare from all of the times he wore it. It was almost an everyday event where he put on his dress and watched Princess and the Frog which Jungkook knew by heart now.  He admitted that it was adorable when his son sang along. When preschool came around Jungkook tried to convince his son to leave the dress at home because knowing from experience multiple kids in one place normally means something gets broken. But he could not persuade him so in the backpack the dress went. Evidently no one had a problem with son wearing it until late October came around and Jungkook received a phone call from the new Principle. I am sure you were not aware but your son has been seen on multiple occasions wearing a dress. Jungkook was confused. Yes? I know because I pack his bag everyday. Jungkook hears a sigh through the other line. I am sure you think there is no harm in your son wearing a dress but I assure you this will… The woman goes on but Jungkook doesn’t hear her finish her statement because anger fills his ears. How dare she imply his son is wrong to wear what he wants. He catches the last of her montage. Halloween is in three days and I expect to see him in appropriate costume. I know you don’t want your son to grow up to be a deviant to society. He is only 4 so there is time to fix him. Jungkook hung up on her. Rage filled him but he pushed it aside and determination filled him instead. He went online searched for hours until he found exactly what he wanted. He put a rush order on it and when Halloween arrived his son is ecstatic in a brand new Princess Tiana dress… and his father in a green bridesmaids gown. It was the only thing in his size that looked close enough to Princess Tiana. They went to school hand in hand and had the best Halloween party ever. And if Jungkook accidentally spilled the punch on the Principle… well that was of course not on purpose and he defiantly did not smirk at her as she frantically tried to wipe it off her Gucci sweater.

Originally posted by nnochu

“No one tells me my son is going to be a deviant just because he wears dresses. My son will grow up to be who the hell he wants and YOU will not affect him at all or else you will not have a happily ever after… Understand?”


Omg I had so much fun writing this react. Like always I can’t escape the plot but I was able to keep them rather short… Well short for me at least. Requests are open so please feel free to send them! 

-Starfish

(Prussia inserting herself into not her reaction: Kids terrify me!)

anonymous asked:

I'm surprised i like rhajat, considering that tharja is one of my least favorite video game characters

That’s a reaction I understand perfectly, since I was pretty surprised myself when I realized I loved Rhajat. I don’t dislike Tharja but she’s definitely not one of my fav characters.

I talked about how Henry and Peri are very different, so I guess now it’s Rhajat and Tharja’s turn. Yes, Rhajat is an expy of Tharja. No, Rhajat is not a clone of Tharja. To quote TV Tropes, “ An expy (short “exported character”) is a character from one series who is unambiguously and deliberately based on a character in another, older series. A few minor traits, such as age or hair color, may change, but there’s no doubt that they are almost one and the same.” I don’t think the last statement is entirely true regarding Rhajat.

Yes, they look alike. Design wise (hairstyle, color palette, features, facial expressions), they’re very similar, although I like to point out that Rhajat wears way more clothes than Tharja. I saw a lot of people saying they don’t like Tharja because of her oversexualized outfit, so you’re much less likely to have this issue with Rhajat.

Their similarities: stalk the avatars, are seen as creepy by their peers, introvert, love hexing and cursing people.

Their differences: 

  • Rhajat is way more friendly than Tharja, but in a discreet way. Yes, Rhajat inherited Tharja’s creepiness, but she’s by far the nicest. Contrary to Tharja who doesn’t issue any C-support unless she needed something, Rhajat initiates conversation 3 times. She also proves to be more polite and considerate of others as she expresses gratitude and goes APOLOGIZE to Forrest in their B-support for being mean and/or rude to him in their C-support, in contrary again to Tharja who (I think) only willingly thanks Donnel. And Forrest didn’t even request an apology from her! She went to apologize of her own free will! What’s next? She offers to make spells for her comrades in order to help them (see for instance her supports with Mitama, who wants to be alone for a while to work on her poetry and Rhajat suprises her with a spell that does just that, as well as repeling bugs and giving light!). In contrast to Tharja, she makes efforts (despite her liking to be alone) to go and talk to people. Hell, Rhajat is even shown to be willing to go as far as thinking of elaborate plans to initiate friendship (see the end of her A-support with Selkie). 
  • Also Rhajat has much more restrain than Tharja, meaning she doesn’t curse people as often as her (not sure here but the only cursed person I can remember is Shinonome/Shiro, who inadvertently said she was fat after trying to make her eat meat despite her protests). The rest of the time, she only does magic outside of her supports, or discreetly tries to help someone (see her supports with Asugi in which she suggests teaching him a spell to make him a better spy). Shinonome, Kisaragi and Asugi/Grey are, if I remember correctly, the only ones she actually threatens with a curse/does curse. In her own supports, Tharja threatens to curse almost everyone! 
  • Even in her S-supports, she reciprocates the guys’s feelings, while Tharja’s reaction to proposals are kinda aloof.

Tharja to Kellam (S-support): “You are so very strange, quiet man. But I suppose I’m not exactly the harvest-festival queen myself. […] Let’s get married and make a strange life for the both of us.”

Rhajat to Forrest (S-support): “Yes. I like you back. But I’m mad that you waited this long to tell me. As punishment, I sentence you to a life of caring for me.”

Now that I think of it, Tharja mentions Robin in several (if not most) of her S-supports, while Rhajat doesn’t mention Kamui in hers. This shows she has more respect for her soon-to-be-boyfriend’s feelings and is willing to grow out of her obsession. also please take into account that for some reason the localized version made her S-support with the avatar unecessarily creepy and stalkerish while her Japanese S-support with F!Kamui was sweet, cute and showed her awkward side and fear of being rejected for who she really is.

I’ll conclude with the whole “stalker” thing. Yes, both stalk the avatar. Yes, it’s weird and creepy. Yes, you are perfectly allowed to be uncomfortable. But please take the following into account: as far as we know, Tharja has no reason to be so obsessed with Robin, while Rhajat has reasons to be fascinated with Kamui/Corrin. They saved her life, not only once, but twice, so she’s not just “in love”: she’s also admirative and thankful (in their S-support, she even calls them her “hero”). Please also consider this: at the very beginning of their S-support, Rhajat states that she decided to stop stalking the avatar:

Rhajat to Kamui (S-support): “[…] that’s what you want, isn’t it?“

This means she cares about what they want/think. She doesn’t want to be a bother. She noticed how much her attitude bothered them and took that into consideration. She’s willing to make efforts to give them their peace of mind. 

Yes, Rhajat is an expy of Tharja. No, they’re not the same.

this took me forever but I HAD TO DEFEND MY WIFE

Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Part 1/3

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” Killian is an actor and Emma is his makeup artist.

This one-shot is inspired by the prompt above from @cs-prompts combined with Jen and Colin’s interview and spoilers at aTVFest.

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Killian sat anxiously in his chair while his makeup artist made the preparations for the various makeup and brushes she would be using on him. Emma Swan was the only person who did his makeup flawlessly while at the same time, making it seem effortless. She made him the best looking Captain Hook there ever was, although it did help that she had a great canvas to work with.

“Ready for your makeup?” She asked him in a tone that was sweet and polite. He gave a nod and let out a long, shaky breath in anticipation. She picked a makeup sponge and leaned in to apply the foundation over his facial prosthetic. It never ceased to amaze him how unwavering her hands were and how she seemed to get lost in what she was doing.

During his six years of being a cast member of the television series ‘The Lost Boys’ he’d been through many makeup artists and was never satisfied with any of them. Emma had started off doing the makeup for Robbie, who played Peter Pan and Killian had witnessed and saw how talented she was and eventually requested Emma for himself. Now that Killian was wearing more elaborate makeup as an older version of Hook, it was crucial to have the right person for the job. Emma had made his facial prosthetic from scratch and was adamant about making every detail of his face look perfect. And it didn’t hurt that he had a work of art to look at while he sat and let her work her magic.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for how to study histology? I'm about to begin and really nervous!

Every picture tells a story

Thanks for your question anon!

There is a short answer to your question - and that is that there is no magic bullet that works for everyone. You have to find what works best for you. Having said that, I have never been one for short answers so here is something much more lengthy that will hopefully help you.

It isn’t a trick or a mnemonic. It isn’t a method to improve your memorization capacity. It is merely a shift in the way you think about histology. For many, a simple adjustment in the way you think about the subject can bring into focus a whole new world from what was once was vague pinky purpleyness.

Think of it like this. Every histological image you look at is a work of unique biological art. Instantly recognizable by experts (even at high magnification) based upon the patterns, shapes and colors of its constituent connective tissue and cells.

Take another look at the pictures I posted above:

I bet you recognized the Mona Lisa from a highly magnified shot of those brow-less eyes? Or the album artwork for Abbey Road by the Beatles from a close up shot of that pedestrian crosswalk? Or Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of The Moon from that ‘prism’?

Those patterns are instantly recognizable - iconic.

Histology is the same (except the club is more exclusive). Every image has unique features that make it what it is. Can you instantly recognize the cartilage of the ear in its highly magnified state? Maybe not, but with practice you will be able to.

The first time you saw Mona Lisa you probably had no clue who she was but seeing her image in countless magazines, art class, on TV, in museums made even the tiniest details of her face instantly recognizable.

So my first tips for learning histology are:

1. Pattern recognition. Learn to see those unique histological patterns that make that tissue that tissue. Patterns don’t lie.

2. Expose yourself. Not in the Friday night nudity get arrested kind of way. But expose yourself to as many images of the same tissues as possible. Pattern recognition skills only improve with plenty of varied (look at different slides not the same one) practice.

Very soon you will see that the Pancreas and Parotid gland are as different as a Da Vinci and a Van Gogh.

But remember, histology is not just about identifying tissues…which brings me to my last piece of advice (promise).

Every one of the images above tells a story…

a. Mona Lisa’s story

Some say that Mona Lisa is Lisa del Giocondo a member of the Gherardini family of Florence and Tuscany the wife of wealthy Florentine silk merchant Francesco del Giocondo. The painting is thought to have been commissioned for their new home, and to celebrate the birth of their second son. Others say that this is actually a Da Vinci self portrait which explains the fact that the more I look at this painting the more I see her more masculine features.

b. The Abbey Road story

Did you know that Paul is not wearing any shoes? Or that the VW Beetle car was owned by the guys in the flat opposite Abbey Rd studios? After release of the album the cars license plate was regularly stolen! It is now on display in a museum in Germany. The distracted man in the image is an American tourist in London, his name is Paul Cole. He died in 2008 forever immortalized on this iconic album sleeve. And stoutly disliked the music of the Beatles. [Whether Mr Cole was telling the truth or lying is debated, either way it is a great story and I feel there is a novel in this somewhere…]

c. The Dark Side story

The spectrum (missing indigo) from the prism is said to represent the magnificent light shows the Floyd wowed crowds with at their live shows. But at the same time it could be a rainbow…which feeds the theory that if you start playing the album at the same time as you start watching The 19439 Judy Garland classic ‘The Wizard of OZ’ the lyrics sync with the events on screen. Full version here. Maybe there is something over that rainbow?

d. The Ear story

The ear is pretty flexible. Those jug handles protrude from the sides of our head and are at risk of being torn off every time a kid pushes his/her head into a tight space where a head is not meant to go. Think about how many times a dog or cat does this. To avoid this, those black filaments you see make sure that the ear bends and springs back into its original position - they are elastin fibers. Like those in the waistband of your pants. The cells are chondrocytes, beady eyes peering at you. they make the cartilage matrix which is lightweight (so our heads aren’t overly heavy), flexible (so the ears can bend) but really strong (so they can take some abuse before they get damaged).

So my second tips for learning histology are:

1. Learn the tissue’s story. The reason the patterns exist in the first place is because the components play a distinct functional role in that tissue that make that tissue that tissue. If you make this link between structure and function histology will make much more sense.

2. Enjoy it. If you enjoy science/biology/medicine then embrace histology. It is the story of your body. How it is put together, how it works. It is not often you get to gaze into the building blocks of your own soul and marvel at them in full vivid color. And for those of you who don’t have that insatiable curiosity about how your own body works then…maybe…maybe medical science is not the wisest career path to venture down.

I wish you the very best of luck with your studies in histology.

i♡histo

anonymous asked:

Sam and Dean meeting J2 and find out they're also a couple

I LOVED writting this! It made me emotional… Hope you like it!

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Jared, Sam, Jensen and Dean are sitting in a bar. They don’t know how they ended up there, or in which universe they’re at. Maybe Chuck sent Sam and Dean to another dimension, maybe there is magic in Jared and Jensen’ reality and their wish of meeting their characters was finally possible. None of them cared, though. They know themselves and they know each other, somehow, that’s all that mattered.

Jared sat closer to Jensen, holding his hand beneath the table, in front of Sam, that did the same thing to Dean. Jared felt nervous, he knew so much of Sam’s life, but there was so much he wanted to ask, too. So much he wanted to share with the man he considered a close friend. Jensen was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling, but he didn’t notice his smile was the same as Dean’s. Sam was calm, but very curious about the strange feeling of familiarity he had for the other two. Dean noticed how  Jared looked different from Sam, but still so similar, and how Jensen reminded him of himself.

“So.” Dean started, like everyone in the room knew he would. “I imagine you two know a lot about us, but me and Sammy can’t say much about you two except you’re the actors that play us, in your world. Oh, and that you married fake Ruby.”

Jared gave him a sad smile and looked at Jensen.

“We’re married to each other.” Jensen said, simply. He placed their intertwined hands on the table and smiled to Dean. “We’ve been together ever since we started our show, your show.”

“So, you’re together because of us?” Dean pointed at himself and Sam, who watched the conversation just like Jared was also doing.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Jensen chuckled. “We’re very thankful to you both.” Dean felt good inside, suddenly knew that it doesn’t matter the reality, other versions of him and his brother would always be together. He looked at Sam and smiled fondly and when Sam smiled back, he knew he had realized the same.

“What do you want to know about us?” Jared asked, not wanting to waste any second of the time they were given by whoever - whatever - it was. He looked at Sam and saw the other version of him looking back. Sad, wise, deep eyes the same color as his. “There’s so many things about you I already know, but there’s so many questions I wanna ask, too.”

Sam happened to have a lot of questions, too, like he always had. He was face to face with someone that looked exactly like him, but as Sam asked the questions and Jared, or Jensen, answered, he realized they had more than just the appearance in common. Sam was touched by Jared’s work and his own struggles, saw so much of himself there, in his need to help other people while he tried to find himself and in how Jensen was there for him, just like Dean was always there for him. Sam immediately grew respect for the men in front of him and thought that, maybe, he could love himself more knowing that the other version of himself was doing so much good in another reality.

When Sam placed his and Dean’s intertwined hand on top of the table, like Jensen had done it before, Jared wasn’t shocked. He smiled to the four hands on the table, then at Jensen, who returned the same smile.

“So, how did you two got together?” Jensen asked. Dean looked at Sam for a moment, but whatever it was they spoke in silence, it was good.

“Sammy here realized it first than I did, or accepted, let’s put it like that. He fought a hard battle against all of the walls keeping me from wanting him back.” Jared watched as Dean gripped Sam’s hand tighter.

“So, before Stanford?” Jared asked and Sam just nodded. Stanford was always a painful memory anytime he put himself on Sam’s character, and now he finally understood why.

“I couldn’t live with what I was feeling, and I could never force Dean to feel the same.” Jensen nodded, he knew well how it was to sacrifice his own feelings so he wouldn’t hurt Jared. It happened so many times in the beginning, he still remembered the fights and make ups he and Jared had before admitting they were it.

“After dad died, we only had each other. Miles and miles of just me and Sammy, knowing we didn’t need anyone else, not wanting to be with anyone else. Eventually, I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Dean smiled to Sam, remembering the night they had made love for the first time. Sam had cried and Dean felt his heart break and glue itself together a billion times. “It happened the night Sam saved me from the djinn that put me in that apple-pie life dream. Just weeks before Sam…”

Jared and Jensen just nodded. They knew, they had felt it. It was still a healing wound for the four of them.

Sam watched when Jared mouthed something to Jensen.

“What happened in season two?” Sam asked and Jared blushed.

“The year you two found each other, it was also the year me and Jensen realized the same thing.” Jared felt his heart race with the coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence at all. “It was the year we realized what we have was special, once in a lifetime.”

As Jared lived the best time of his life next to the man he had realized he loved more than he ever did before, Sam was fighting alongside his brother, bonding through the pain of losing their father, loving Dean so much Jared could feel it taking over himself. As Jared and Jensen loved each other in their own universe, Sam and Dean were walking the path of realizing the same thing. They were one with each other, no matter which version.

“So, we too are together because of you?” Sam smiled, showing his teeth for the first time. The action made Jared, Jensen and Dean smile too. It was a special smile for all of them.

“Maybe your love for each other was what caused me and Sam to finally accept everything we wanted to give each other?” Dean asked and Jensen scratched his head. Jared looked at Sam and they mirrored each other’s smiles.

It didn’t matter in which world, which version of reality it happened first, or why. Soulmates couldn’t stay apart.

After a while, all of them felt it, even if none of them could say how. It was time to say goodbye.

Jared hugged Sam for two whole minutes, like he had always wanted to do. Words weren’t needed, both of them knew. Then, he hugged Dean, who gripped him tight like he didn’t want to let go of any version of his brother. Jensen hugged Sam and they smiled to each other, sharing a moment where they both knew what they meant to each and to the other two. Jensen waited, afraid Dean would still be uncomfortable hugging anyone but Sam or their closest friends, but Dean grabbed him and gave him a warm hug.

“I would tell you to take care of Jared, but knowing myself, I know you would die for him.” Dean told him and Jensen chuckled.

“Yeah, I would.” Jensen smiled. He held Jared’s hand and Dean did the same with Sam. Saying goodbye for the last time, they all returned to their normal lives.

None of them looked for an explanation of what happened, not even Sam, but none of them would ever forget about it.

Demon Inside

A demon!Dean x Reader / smut

@winchester-writes

Originally posted by gurl

A/N: To my new, sweet, fellow demon!Dean loving friend, Rose - here is your Galentine’s Day fic! I hope you love it, because I wrote it just for you and I threw a little bit of angst in there. Enjoy babe! Big thanks, as always, to @balthazars-muse for being a kickass beta! xo

Word Count: 3,724

Warnings:
- language
- without ruining it for Rose, this is porn. utter filth. do not read any further if you don’t want to read about any types of sexual situations.
- always wear a condom kiddos, even with sexy demons.

Tags: @abaddonwithyall@kittenofdoomage @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @kayteonline @oriona75 @manawhaat @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog@fvckinpayno @latinenglishfandomblog @salvachester
* sorry if I missed anyone. I am terrible at tagging.

*gifs are not mine.

“Please just keep an eye on him, Y/N,” Sam said in a low whisper, the noise sounding so loud in the empty, dark hallway it startled you. He placed his hand on your shoulder and leaned down so he was perfectly eye level with you. “For me?”

You shifted your feet and looked up into Sam’s beautiful, tired eyes. You had both been through so much in such a short time, and you wondered when the last time was he slept.

“You know I can’t be around him like that, Sam.”

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Eyes That Know

Summary: The reader is a rock star with heavy addiction issues.  Sam is a former rocker who has been to rehab and been sober for a number of years.  When the two meet at a party sparks fly and they fall into a romance.  After losing one girlfriend to addiction, Sam can’t do it again and makes the reader choose between him and her drugs.  

Author: revwinchester

Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader, Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Jimmy Novak, Ruby, Amelia Richardson

Word Count: 5697, including lyrics (which are italicized throughout)

Warnings: talk and use of soft and hard drugs, implied prostitution, cocaine overdose, major character deaths, mention of minor character death, mental illness - specifically addiction, anxiety, and depression, all the angst.  Also, one of the character deaths could be read as suicide - though it’s not intended to be one - and the song lyrics mention the historical suicide of Vincent Van Gogh.

A/N: This ended up being for two challenges and it is the angstiest thing I have ever written.  I cried while I wrote it.  First, @nichelle-my-belle is hosting Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge and my prompt was “if you kill all my demons, my angels might die too.”  I was looking for a song to frame the fic when @thing-you-do-with-that-thing announced the SPN Anti-Valentine’s Challenge and I saw one of the prompts was “Josh Groban - Starry Night,” which is a cover of Don McLean’s “Vincent,” a song I absolutely love.  You can bet I snapped that one up real quick! Click on each of the links to head to youtube for two different versions of the song.  They are so different but each are beautiful in their own right (though, if you’ve never heard it before, I recommend you start with the original).

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