i tried coloring this but forget it

Zodiac: Tag Yourself (Edition)

Aries:
-looks like “fight me” but is actually “love me”
-extremely fucking smart like wut
-doesn’t care about emotions unless it’s their own
-strive for power

Taurus:
-seems chill but is actually savage af
-doesn’t believe in emotions
-would fight you for hurting an animal
-actually has an amazing sleeping schedule???

Gemini:
-emotional mess (they never feel anything the right way)
-probably knows more useless shit than you
-actually really amazing ppl
-doesn’t know what sleep is

Cancer:
-looks like “love me” but is actually “fight me”
-doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so they don’t
-can be extremely selfish
-lives in drama

Leo:
-very one way thinking mind
-high morals
-doesn’t deny they need constant validation
-constantly naps

Virgo:
-looks like they want to kill you, probably does
-such a fucking nerd
-sleeping schedule so fucked it’s like wow
-has a weird book collection

Libra:
-always in love with someone
-big time music dork
-over emotional
-probably doesn’t know what’s going on

Scorpio:
-tries to be hard core but are low key cry babies
-likes dark colors but has a bright personality
-probably reads more books than you
-just wants to be loved

Sagittarius:
-ready to disappear at any moment
-has seen every strange movie on Netflix (I mean, EVERY weird movie)
-honestly forgets emotions exist
-just wants a 48 hr nap

Capricorn:
-knows they’re better than you
-parties more than you know
-just wants ppl to stop
-will cut you off without blinking an eye

Aquarius:
-disappears for a while w/o explanation
-probably cuter than you
-always turnt
-live in a very gray world when it comes to what’s right or wrong

Pisces:
-doesn’t like dealing with responsibility
-likes music more than they like you
-thrives off of attention tho
-refuses to be anyone’s #2

🔷 Irises

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Summary: You and Yoongi hate each other but somehow you still have feelings for him. 

Pairing: Painter!Yoongi x reader

Genre:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) u kno 

Words: 5k 

A/N: I really like ‘enemies to lovers’ fanfictions so I decided to write one. I hope you like it. I apologize for any errors.


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❝ Happy Anniversary ❞

Plot: When you’re tired of distance so decide to make a surprise, for your anniversary, at your boyfriend Yoongi, who’s on tour in America. 

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff

For @ fatimaloveskpop, I hope you like it cutie! -M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

When he told you that for your anniversary he would be in another country, the discouragement had taken over. It was your second anniversary and the first one you two had passed in the same way, away from each other.  

You faked a smile during the call, reassuring him it wasn’t a problem. He already had too many worries, you didn’t want to give him any more problems to think about.  

The news had arrived a couple of days before and only then you realized that you wouldn’t waste another second away from him.  

You were packing when the ringing of your phone scared you, but you immediately ran to fetch it from the counter of the kitchen. His name was blinking on the screen and feeling incredibly guilty, you let the voicemail start. If you had spoken to him, you were sure, you would not contain joy, and you would have revealed your secret.  

Your suitcase was waiting for you and so was your boyfriend on the other side of the world, completely unaware that that anniversary would be completely different. 

~ ~

“Y/N, why does your anniversary fall just tomorrow? Tomorrow? Chicago scares me…. it’s so BIG. ” You murmured looking around, immersed in the chaos of the airport; “And if I lose in the crowd..? No, Y/N. You can do it, you need him, everything else is completely irrelevant. ” You added, giving you a little pat on your shoulder as an encouragement.  

If the airport was crowded, the streets outside of it were even worse. You lifted your gaze, trying to overstay the crowd before you, but without being able to locate a taxi. Your only possible means of transport was practically unattainable.  

“And now what I do……” The sadness was evident in your voice, so you sat on your suitcase and waited for the crowd to disappear; “Sooner or later will have to do it.. Everyone will get a cab and they’re going to disappear, yes, of course. " 

The phone in your pocket began, for the umpteenth time, to ring but you ignored it completely, and biting your bottom lip you started to feel the guilt increase more and more.  

Your surprise was more important, he could endure your silence for a few more hours.  

~ ~

*Yoongi’s pov*  

"Fuck” Yoongi blurted throwing his phone on the bed totally annoyed, having to hold back from composing her number again to have a minimum contact with her.  

It was two days that she didn’t answer and he began, in addition to anger, to prove a sense of concern that didn’t suit him.  

“Still does not answer you, Hyung?”  

“I start to be tired of this. If she’s upset because I can’t be there tomorrow, it’s not my fucking fault.”  

“Maybe she’s busy with work..” Hoseok proposed, trying to calm his own hyung; “You said she had an important project to present next week, right?”  

“They moved it and she took some days off.”  

At the Yoongi’s answer, Hoseok found himself to be silent because he had no plausible excuse for the behavior of Y/N. Perhaps something happened, but he preferred to keep that thought for himself. He didn’t want to worry Yoongi more than he was already.  

“Let’s go for a walk Hyung!” The others are in the hotel’s playroom. “  

"You go, I don’t want to.” He whispered turning his back on his friend, who disheartened gave him a slight pat on his shoulder and walked out of the room. Yoongi began to observe the sky outside the window.  

It was changing color, becoming more and more dark, fading those few excerpts of light left by the sun now gone to rest for that day. The nth day without her and it was something that really started to weigh him.  

For this, he had always tried not to bind himself sentimentally to anyone. He knew it would be difficult, especially for someone like him who always forgets to answer messages or phone calls.  

But with her everything was different, he felt the desperate need to be part of her life and had, immediately, learn to live with the sense of abandonment that inundated his chest every time he had to “abandon her” because of his work.  

The gaze slipped him on the package, perfectly wrapped, on the room table and smiled slightly. He would have given her anniversary gift as soon as they would have been together but seeing it was almost a warning of his continual absences.  

And that thought began to make him doubt that perhaps she had begun to be tired of being his girlfriend.  

~ ~

Being on a soft and comfortable bed was the first real joy of that infernal day. Now it was nine o'clock in the evening and the fatigue was your best friend at the time.  

You would have wanted to take a shower but your eyes shut you up again before you could say “get up and go to the bathroom”.  

The alarm clock started playing at six in the morning, habits because of your work, but the night had been profitable and you felt totally rested.  

You took your time to get ready because you didn’t want to look like a zombie that morning, trying to ignore the jet lag that hammered your head with an annoying and continuous pain.  

The only one who was aware of your presence in Chicago was Sejin, who had managed to find a room in the same hotel where they were staying. You would give him everything to repay him for his kindness.  

“Alright y/n, you seem acceptable,” You said to the reflection in his mirror, finishing to retouch the Peach lipstick on your soft lips. You just walked away, observing how the blouse fell perfectly on your curves and the jeans bandaged your legs. Yes, you were fully satisfied with your look. 

Your destination was the building where you knew they would have held a couple of interviews, always merit of Sejin who had given you all the program of those days, because you would never be presented to the concert that evening. You could bear to be seen by some interviewer and people from the crew, but thousands of fans were another thing.  

You came out of the bathroom, slipping your phone in the back pocket of your jeans,  putting on the leather jacket you gave Yoongi for your birthday and leaving your hair loose, which soft caressed your shoulders.  

Your mission was about to begin and you could no longer contain the emotion that you felt at the idea of being able to finally see him again after weeks of distance.  

~ ~

The peculiarity of Sejin was that with his height hid you completely. You had reached him almost half an hour and you had spent those thirty minutes hidden behind him, waiting for the boys to come out of the room where they were holding the interview.  

You were so proud of them and what they had reached that you almost felt like a proud mom, even if you were only one year older than three-quarters of them.  

“I tell you he’s not in a good mood, Y/N.”  

“W-What?” You stuttered looking at his shoulders; “In what sense?”  

“You haven’t answered him for more than three days, how do you think he’s..?" 

"Fuck…”  

You’d be forgiven, but that wasn’t the moment for guilt.  

Finally, their voices echoed in the hallway and the agitation flowed through your veins faster than the blood.  

“PDnim! Only RapMon Hyung spoke but I think it went well! ” Exclaimed an enthusiastic Jungkook, making you smile slightly.  

“You were great guys. Yoongi-ssi? ”  Sejin called him and you could imagine your boyfriend raising his gaze slightly confused, without understanding why he had been called.  

“A fan of yours has left a gift for yo–don’t complain, guys, this is a special gift.” He silenced immediately the others who had already begun to grumble by complaining, while you could see the shadow of someone who was approaching your “cover”.  

“What a gift, PDnim..?”  

Without leaving Sejin the time to answer, you protruded your hand, where you kept the box with his anniversary gift. A duplicate of your house key and a ring that you had engraved with the date of the day you were met.  

You remained hidden, leaving only the hand in beautiful sight. Your laughter threatened to ruin that moment, but you could remain silent.  

“What the hell..” Murmured in chorus those you recognized as Hoseok, Seokjin, and Jimin, while you felt the box was taken and the silence came from Yoongi.  

“What is it, Hyung??”  Namjoon asked, while always thanks to their shadows on the walls you understood that everyone was in circles around him.  

“A key and a ring.. What the hell of gift is th–”  

“Hyung, are you okay..?” Jimin soft voice came perfectly to your ears as you started to worry because you didn’t understand if his reaction would be positive or negative.  

“There is an engraved date.. It’s the day I met Y/N. ”  

“Because you should remember the day you met the most obnoxious woman in the world. ” You murmured, finally coming out of the open and taking a few steps on the side, finally free from the protection of Sejin.  

Seven shocked glances rested on you, but the most upset were just Yoongi’s one. The others began to smile but he couldn’t even move and you started to think that maybe didn’t answer to him had been a mistake.  

“Y/N..”  

“Yes.. In short, I know that your work is important, but I wanted to spend at least a few minutes with you for our anniversary. I swear I’m going back to the hotel and waiting for you to finish the concert, I swear. Sorry if I didn’t answer.. But if I had spoken to you I would have told everything, you know I cannot keep secrets.. Y-Yoongi you could say so–”  

He didn’t let you finish the phrase because you were already into his arms, your face was hidden against his chest and his heart was beating so fast that you could feel the sound perfectly.  

“You are the best gift ever, Y/N.” He whispered into your ear; the voice slightly trembling, while his arms squeezed you with more strength.  

You smiled and went straight to resting your arms on his hips, braiding your hands behind his back and letting yourself be lulled by that hug that was really worth more than a thousand gifts.  

“Sorry if I didn’t answer Yoongi..”  

“It doesn’t matter. You got me mad, but now that you’re here, it’s no longer important. ”  

“Happy anniversary, Yoongi.”  

“I love you, Y/N. Happy anniversary, baby.”  

Maybe am I in some Andreil phase. Maybe does this phase last for eight months now. I can’t tell the contrary.

But maybe is this because this relatonship has something special I can’t find elsewhere. Because they’re not perfect, but it does not need to be.

Because I just can’t forget them. And I don’t need a eidetic memory for that.

Cryptic Commander #9: Why Did it Have to Be Snakes

Don’t you just love it when a new Legendary Creature gets spoiled and you know it was meant to be? I got to experience that yesterday when a certain Commander-to-be got spoiled over Twitter, and man am I head-over-heels for this card. Let’s cut to the chase:

(You see what I did there? The card was spoiled by Elaine Chase over on Twitter. You know what? It isn’t funny anymore. I had to explain it. Forget I said anything.)

So, brief personal aside on my experience with BG in Commander. I’ve tried to build a couple of different decks with the color combo, and I ultimately end up with what feels like the same deck. Graveyard Shenanigans.dek. There’s nothing wrong with graveyard decks, I’m just really tired of how the BG ones play out. Jarad and Meren did their best, but I could not be convinced to play BG after I finally took them apart. None of the other BG generals really appealed to me, from Nath of the Gilt Leaf to Sapling of Colfenor. Then they spoiled Hapatra, and the gears started turning immediately. I started playing Magic just before Scars of Mirrodin came out, so -1/-1 counters were part of my formative Magic experience. It has been too long since we had -1/-1 counters, and now they’re giving us a Commander in BG that cares about -1/-1 counters. Thank you based Wizards for bestowing this gift upon me and all the other lovers of -1/-1 counters in this game. We are truly #blessed.

So, what sort of things can you do with Hapatra? I suppose you could attack with her, suiting her up with a Whispersilk Cloak so she can get in unopposed and slowly build up counters and snakes for you. You could do that, and it’s probably a decent thing to include in whatever deck you build, just to have a back-up plan; but, I like to dream big. There are a handful of very playable Commander cards that like to throw -1/-1 counters around to every creature. Thanks to the wording on Hapatra, you won’t be rewarded for placing a bunch of -1/-1 counters on a single creature as part of the same affect (see “Whenever one or more” wording), but putting one counter on a bunch creatures means an army of snakes in the making. The following are some of the best at this:

Black Sun’s Zenith for one has never been so rewarding! Paying three mana to weaken the entire board and make a bunch of snakes seems like a great plan. You could also just wrath the board and be the only one left with creatures at the end of it. Even if Hapatra dies in the process, you’ll still get all the snakes because she’ll see the counters placed on everything before hitting the bin. Carnifex Demon gives you another good, recurring source of -1/-1 counters. If you have a way to get counters on it besides the ones it comes into play with (like Hapatra’s ability or something like Gnarled Effigy), the demon can be a real problem. Contagion Engine kind of speaks for itself. Putting a counter on each of an opponent’s creatures and then proliferating twice will get you three separate triggers from Hapatra for three times the snakes. But, this is just the tip of the iceberg, the most obvious thing you can do.

Alright, we’re starting to get somewhere now. Crumbling Ashes insures that you never have to commit too many counters to the same creature. It’ll die sooner or later anyway. Blowfly Infestation lets you recycle some of the counters from dying creatures for another Hapatra trigger and more value. Necroskitter makes those sweet creatures your opponents have work for you after they die with a counter on them. It’s finally time for Necroskitter’s day in the sun! However, you don’t just have to put counters on your opponents’ creatures. Have you considered putting counters on your own creatures?

There are a couple of creatures that like to have -1/-1 counters on them for utility purposes. Blow up more artifacts by keeping your Wickerbough Elder fully stocked. Beat down hard with a resilient threat in the form of Deity of Scars. Grim Poppet lets you pinpoint the counters you want to disseminate and take out problematic creatures. You also have the option of throwing Quillspike into the deck for what can only be described as shenanigans. Quillspike will let you remove counters from any of your creatures, which means Persist creatures are gonna get to come back for multiple go-arounds. Puppeteer Clique and Woodfall Primus say hi! And that’s only the fair thing you can do with Quillspike. Turns out Quillspike goes infinite with Devoted Druid. Put a counter on Devoted Druid to untap it, tap it for a Green mana, use the Green mana to remove the counter with Quillspike’s ability, repeat ad infinitum. If you have Hapatra in play, this means infinite snakes. Seems pretty good to me, but treat infinite combos with care. It isn’t fun to lose to them, or win with them, all the time. Be nice about, huh?

Considering how few sets have featured -1/-1 counters in the history of Magic, there are certainly a lot of cool things you can do with them. There’s even an Enchantment that basically has Hapatra’s ability, except it makes Elves instead. Flourishing Defenses. There’s all sorts of things you can do with a Hapatra deck, and I am really excited to try them out!

So, what do you think of the newest BG Legendary? New hotness or soon to be forgotten? Let me know what you think! Any cool interactions I might not have noticed? I would love to see them! Until then, enjoy the rest of spoiler season for Amonkhet and hopefully there will be even more Commander goodies to discuss.

Robert Burrows

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yay more male hairs!

these hairs come in wms’ naturals and unnaturals, with merged and separates for each. they are additional swatches on the original hairs

horizon hair note: due to the faint/hazy blue undertones in the texture, some of the colors may not match up perfectly with the “actual” colors. i tried to fix the colors that looked iffy, but i think it’s fine! i’ll still use it ;)

dont forget the meshes!

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thanks to xld sims for actually making male hairs and wildlyminiaturesandwich for the actions

You know you’re not really over him when you read a poem and you let out a loud sigh because he crossed your mind. All the nights you spent thinking about the way he made you feel. The positive way and the negative way. The way he made you feel like you were on top of the world. And you think about the day where you found out what his true colors are. So much has happened since. I tried everything to forget him. And it works for a little while. But once I smell a certain scent or taste a certain thing or read something about love; my brain becomes a hotel of thoughts about him again.
—  How do I completely forget the guy I wanted to marry? // 2amfilm

anonymous asked:

Can I please request a scenario/minific for a soulmate au on Seven? In this au, people don't see in color until they meet their soulmate.

Oooh I love your idea, nonnie! Thank you for your request!

If you’re reading this now, I’d probably be on hiatus. This is one of those requests that I could actually write from the top of my head, so I managed to finish this quickly.

Lololol. I’m rambling again. Anyway, I hope this is okay, and please enjoy!

~Nao

Soulmate AU : Colors

The sky is blue on clear, sunny days.

Apples are either red, yellow, or green.

Oranges are… well, orange.


But how would you actually describe color when all you see are shades of white, gray, and black?


A theoretical study says that parallel universes exist, but the current technology we have is still too inferior to prove that theory.


If it really exists, then would there be a world wherein people could see color from birth? In my end of the spectrum, you don’t get to enjoy the full visual experience until you find your soulmate, or, as others would say, your true mate.


However, in a world where there are billions of people, finding the fated person for you is like finding a needle in a haystack — most people couldn’t find them and instead settle with somebody they could get along with and have half the fun their whole lives. Mismatched mates can still see colors, but only when they’re together.


Of course, not all soulmate pairings are perfect and absolute — there are some that don’t work out, and then there are some that just stay as friends. But because their souls have already met in this lifetime, they would still be able to see colors.


Only a few people find their destined mates in a lifetime, and my parents were one of the lucky couples who had met each other from childhood and had been inseparable ever since.


However, being the child of a mated pair doesn’t grant you the ability to see colors either— everything is still gray.


It’s especially frustrating when one or both of your parents is an artist — in my case, both of them are — and they ask you to hand the red paint or the orange pen and you see that everything is unlabeled. My parents weren’t insensitive per se, but they sometimes forget that I couldn’t see colors like they do.

I’ve always been curious about colors, and had been obsessing over them ever since. And of course, by extension, I’d also been crazy about finding my soulmate someday. Heck, there were even times in my childhood where I would pray nightly, wishing, asking god to let me meet my soulmate soon.  


Of course, I’ve also tried mingling and dating before, but it never really worked. I’d been losing hope of ever meeting my soulmate, but then one day, I met him — even for just a fleeting moment.


It was during one of my travels abroad that I met him. I don’t remember his face anymore, but it was his unusual hair color that stood out the most — it was red. My mom said it was scarlet, but hey, I can’t really tell them apart.


Five years ago…


It was a warm, summer day in Seoul, and I had wandered out of the hotel in search for some ice pops from the convenience store to cool off. I was wearing my earphones back then and had unwittingly crossed the street during a green light, when somebody jerked me back and I was surprised when I saw a car speed inches away from me.


“ARE YOU STUPID?!? YOU COULD’VE GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!!!“ my savior shouts at me after he pulls the earbuds from my ears, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying — I was seeing colors for the first time!


The boy who saved me looked a bit shocked as well, judging by the wide-eyed look he gave me. People had started to gather around us by this time, but neither of us spoke after that, merely studying each other’s faces.


An ambulance came shortly after, and we were both treated for minor injuries. I tried talking with him, asking for his name and such, but he was awfully quiet. Was he angry at me? I couldn’t really tell, but I wanted to at least know his name.


My mom came after the hospital called her, and was scolding me for being so careless. She thanked the boy for saving me and handed him some cash as thanks. He refused at first, but she insisted, so he quietly thanked her and we left. I tried looking for him the next day, but I couldn’t find him anymore.


I could see colors for the weeks that followed, but my colorless vision eventually came back after a few months.


Five years later….


“Stay back, or I’ll activate the bomb and all of us will die!“ Unknown shouted as he held me hostage, keeping Seven from apprehending him.


Seven looked as surprised as I was, and for the second time in my life, I could see in full color and met the boy who saved my life that one fateful day — it was Luciel Choi, a.k.a 707.

anonymous asked:

:0 can you do a tutorial for this edit? Mostly the word search part! Also thanks so much for making such awesome stuff Ily and ur edits /post/129348976012/ikon

How to make this gfx

Ok first you need to know that english is not my first language and i’m really really really bad at explaining things also this is my first time making a tutorial but i’ll try my best so pls bear with me. This is the final result.

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she means it, she does [1/1]

emma just wanted to quietly enjoy tequila and loneliness on valentine’s day. killian just wanted a beer and some solitude. they most definitely didn’t want to see each other.

a (very) belated exes on valentine’s day fic with a splash of national margarita day.

cs modern au / ~3,500 words / rated T / Now on AO3

February 14th

It’s really a little sickening all things considered. The chubby babies with wings and the hearts made out of lace and the flowers. The flowers that make her eyes water and her nose tickle from the pungent smell. And don’t even get her started on the cheesy cards and overpriced candy and the feelings. There’s a reason they also call it Single’s Awareness Day.

There’s no room for love when you’re drinking your second strawberry margarita a little after noon on a Tuesday.

Jesse’s Bar and Grill is just grubby enough to warrant such a promotion on a holiday - buy one tequila fueled mistake, get one free. So Emma calls in sick - she would undoubtedly be sick by the end of the day, so that wasn’t technically a lie - and ditches the paperwork for a more enjoyable companion.

She’s playing with the condensation dripping down the side of her mug, contemplating whether or not to get a basket of onion rings, when a moment of inconsequential chance changes everything.

A man walks into the bar.

Or more specifically, her ex-boyfriend walks into the bar.

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Drunk in Love

Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (…idk if you’d consider it fluff…but hope you do)

Summary: You loved him, you wanted to forget about him, but all you could do was drink your feelings away

Word Count: 3545

Warning: Depiction of excessive drinking; cursing …at this point cussing is just a standard in all my fics 😂 

Originally posted by yoonmin

The ground shook beneath your feet as you danced your way through the thick mesh of people. The beat of the music entranced you causing your body to move with such fluidity. A smile creeps up your face while you soak in the free-spirited atmosphere that this club had to offer. You were trying to escape, and nothing screamed “escape” more than a loud rave party and bunch of drinks to chug down. 

What was it that you were trying to escape exactly? Work problems? Responsibilities? Parents forcing you on blind dates? Nope. You were escaping your own feelings. 

Every moment of every day you always thought about him. You always wondered if he was doing okay, or if he was eating properly or if was over exerting himself. You were always worried about him both mentally and physically. The entirety of your mind, every nook and cranny, was dedicated to the thought of him, and you hated it.

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Dance With Me.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam. 

Word count: 2571

Warnings: A bunch of fluff and overly explained scenery (i really need to stop that.)

Prompt: “Dance with me…”

Synopsis: Its the readers birthday, and Dean plans something a little different for her… 

A/N: I wrote this for Shannon’s ( @splendidcas ) birthday fic challenge! (Happy Birthday!!!!!!) I hope you like this, it’s not my best work but I tried my best! xx

I use a bon jovi song somewhere, so if you want to listen to it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gez1E9_Sijg

Originally posted by couplenotes


If anybody ever asked what you did in your spare time, you would almost always tell them that you enjoyed driving. For you, driving was a giant stress reliever, just being out on the open road with Dean’s cassette tapes blaring through the radio was enough to make you forget about everything. You enjoyed staring out the window, allowing the world to fly by you in colorful blurs. Your hunting life seemed to disappear whenever you were in that car and for a brief moment, you felt normal.

After the particularly difficult hunts – the cases where innocents lost their lives, no matter how hard you tried – Dean would take you for a drive. The destination was usually unknown, and you would both drive until the early hours of the morning. Or until the Impala ran out of gas.

Sometimes, both you and Dean would blast the radio, belting out the lyrics to whatever song came on, other times, you would talk, about the hunt, about Sam or Cas, about each other…. And very rarely, you would both sit in complete silence. But it was the best way to spend your time, in that car with Dean.

Tonight, however, was incredibly different, the Winchester’s had found no hunt, and the bunker seemed a lot more alive than usual. Dean filled the Impala up with gas, before giving her a wash and cleaning out the garbage that hung around underneath the seats. He polished over the scratches and made sure there were no dents left unseen.

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A look at... pretty much every House of Hogwarts Part 1

So something I think a lot of people forget when they look for info on the Hogwarts Houses from the books that they are all told from Harry’s perspective. We are getting a very limited view of the houses, even (maybe especially) Gryffindor.

We get bits and pieces every now and then showing the true colors of the houses, but honestly there’s not a lot to go on. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are pretty much just there for the ride. Hufflepuff had a little bit of recognition during the Tri-Wizard tournament, and then the main Hufflepuff student character is murdered. For Ravenclaw, you have Cho who was first essentially eye candy for Harry, then a waterworks that could rival Moaning Myrtle*, and then just there in the background with her friend, Marietta Edgecombe, who ended up betraying the DA to Umbridge. The only times we see Cho in a positive and strong light are when it is noted she was the only girl on the Ravenclaw team during Harry’s second year and when she came back to help the DA in the trio’s 7th year as well as joining in the fight during the Battle of Hogwarts. Afterwards, most references to either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw are in passing. Only Luna was able to make her way into the Gryffindor dominated inner circle of the DA, mainly because she was outcast by her fellow Ravenclaws and found acceptance from the Gryffindors. Harry doesn’t have many friends outside of Gryffindor house that he spends a lot of time with or that we get to know. It’s pretty much the main trio, the Weasleys, and a few other Gryffindors.

*I understand that at this point in the series she had just lost Cedric and she was struggling with feelings for Harry, but we never really see her deal with her grief and she and Harry don’t work out and it’s like that’s the last we see of her. Like seriously? Oops, you didn’t get with the main character so see ya! We never get to see her as just herself and not as a love interest or in a state of grieving. We don’t get to see anyone from Ravenclaw really stand out except for Luna, but maybe that was on purpose.

Not Enough

Summary: Could you do 84 with Isaac Lahey please? #84: All I ever did was love you. I guess that wasn’t enough for you.

Characters: Reader, Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, Chris Argent

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 805

Requested: Anon

AN: Chris is the Reader’s anchor. It is entirely platonic! I just like to think that an anchor is more than your “soulmate” and that it can be anyone your connected to so they have a friendship relationship. 

Originally posted by artisticlahey


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“Here We’re Safe”

Hello! This is a smol drabble I wrote for @kazubishaweek2017! Today’s theme is “Day Off” and this is inspired by a text post I once saw (THAT I CAN’T FIND ;A; ) where someone said something to the effect of “imagine Kazuma putting flowers in Bishamon’s hair.” I hope you enjoy if you read <3


It often occurs to Kazuma that moments like this could only exist on a plane of reality beyond life. Surely mortality was never quite so extraordinary.

A cool spring breeze leads the grass through a gentle, carefree dance. He runs his fingers through Viina’s hair, weaving in stems of the most vibrant flowers he could find. As if anything could possibly make her any more beautiful.

She rests her head on his lap, closing her eyes. The sunlight cast over her face brings out the gold in her lashes. Kazuma’s fingertips brush her temples as he combs her hair back.

He’s so lucky. He may live for the next thousand lifetimes and still never deserve this.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice touching him like a sweet caress.

He places another flower with a feather-light touch. Even now, even after existing solely for each other for so long, he still isn’t good enough to love her.

“My lady,” he says, bowing his head, “do not.”

She reaches up, catching his hand as he slides another flower stem into her hair. Kazuma’s breath stalls in his chest. He blinks at their joined hands, waiting for her touch to burn him as if she is made of starlight and he was never supposed to get this close.

“You’re peaceful,” she says, twining their fingers. “Steady.”

I’m not enough, he thinks. He will always taste the truth’s bitterness on his tongue, smiling at her like he can’t.

“I feel safe,” she says, barely in a whisper. The wind stirs the petals in her hair, carrying the words away. She smiles, slipping her hand out of his and resting it over her heart.

“Viina, I will always protect you.” His thumb strokes a daisy by her ear, its pure white petals an echo of the fabric of her dress. “It’s my vow.”

They fall silent, sinking into the peace they bring each other. Looking down at her face, his eyes tracing all the places where the worry lines have smoothed, he tries to forget how they made it here.

He keeps lies and secrets under words of devotion and acts of love. She carries him as if none of that is true. He wants to hate himself for it, maybe he does, but he’s too selfish to want a different life.

Kazuma continues adding flowers, surrounding her with their life and colors. The softest of smiles stays etched to her face. It’s comfortable.

I’m so thankful, he thinks, her hair running through his fingers like silk. I will never take this for granted.

She has given him a life where every bit of suffering amounts to moments of inconceivable joy. They’ve both hurt, trudging through countless fires without losing grip of each other’s scorched hands. Their nights are spent holding each other to smother the growing loneliness and fear inside of them both.

Bishamonten is the most powerful god of war and she weeps for every life she couldn’t protect. She’s so strong, so kind, and so broken too.

How can he touch her with the very hands that destroyed her? How can he love her so catastrophically?

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at him as if the universe is captured in his eyes. “Kazuma, I’m grateful it was you to stay by my side.”

Despite it all, he’s grateful too. He’ll protect her over and over again, no matter how much it hurts them both. Because it’s his purpose. Because she’s worth it. Because every breath in his lungs belongs only to her.

“I always will.”

We Meet Again Pt. 2

Over You

(Continuation of: http://gilinskysukulele.tumblr.com/post/136286872789/you-and-jack-have-been-dating-for-3-years-and-you )

A/N: Wrote this awhile ago but never posted it. Enjoy the drama that is about to unfold my loves :) Requests are now open. xx 


Something about today just made me feel different. Or maybe I’ve felt this way for a while now. Whatever it was, I liked it. I felt in control. I felt like I was me again. Nothing could change that. Not even Jack Gilinsky.

It’s been over a year since we broke up and since I caught him cheating on me with Madison. I cringe at the image of them together in our bed. But this whole experience made me realize that he was holding me back. I spent so much time worrying about what Jack wants or what Jack needs. When I should have been worried about what I wanted and what I needed. And what I needed back then was to get as far away from him as possible. And what I want right now is for that to stay that way for a long time.

We haven’t spoken since that day. Well, that’s not true. The last time I spoke to him was when I went over to our apartment with Sammy to get all of my things. It wasn’t the kind of conversation he wanted I know that for sure. It was more of “here’s what I’m taking and here’s what you can keep.” Then handing him a list and emphasizing that he should be happy to be keeping our California King sized bed. I still remember Sammy trying his best not to laugh at Jack’s dumbfounded expression. Sammy’s laugh reassured me that I was going to be okay. And I was. He was a big part of helping me get over Jack.  

Well after some awkward exchanges and Jack begging me to stay, I managed to get all of my stuff back. And that was the last time I ever saw him. Sammy sees him all the time, but that’s because they’re childhood friends. I did ask Sammy to not share any information about my whereabouts with him. After all, he didn’t deserve to know at least that.

I started living with Sammy at his request because he felt like I would distance myself from him because of the fact that him and Jack were still friends. To be honest, I’m glad he convinced me to stay with him because I would have left everyone behind in search of a new beginning. But Sammy still made that possible. It did not take long for me to forget about Jack.

The only way I could let go of what happened was if I forgave him. And I did. I realized that I was more hurt over the fact that he chose someone else over me. I figured it was a girl thing. When a guy cheats on you, you start wondering about yourself and what made him come to this point. And what was the reason that made him cheat on you in the first place. Was it your hair? Your eyes? Did I not have big breasts? Was my butt not big enough? Was it my smile?

Then I remembered that I was questioning myself over a guy. I wasn’t created to be that “girl” that he wanted. I was created to be the girl I wanted. The girl I was comfortable with. The girl that made me happy; someone independent and intelligent. I was perfect for me. And just like that I was over him.

Everything exciting happened when I started dating Sammy.

We started going on dates way before we actually started calling them that. Everyone assumed we were together because we lived together. And eventually it just became that way. I found out Sammy liked me from his best friend Anastasia. She spilled everything to me much to Sammy’s dismay. But I fell for him the moment I noticed all the little things. He went out of his way for me. Sort of what I did for Jack, only difference is that I would go out of my way for Sammy. And then everything fell into place.

Living together became a sleepover every day. We would go out to eat or stay in and cook. Movie nights or movie days. He’d even come to work with me on his day offs and my best friend Lindsey and I loved having him with us. He definitely had a sense of fashion once he got over his bleached hair and helped us a lot when it came to putting together blog ideas. But he was just full of joy, he lit up every room he walked in. And I finally felt like I was somewhere good.

“Hey babe, Lindsey called. She said she tried to get a hold of you for ten minutes now. Where’s your phone?” Sammy yelled from outside of our room.

“What? I can barely hear you,” I yelled back from the closet.

He followed the trail of my voice and found me sitting on the floor. “Lindsey’s been calling you, where’s your phone?” He repeated, chuckling at me on the floor doing my makeup. “Why are you on the floor? You do have a chair for a reason.”

Since Sammy and I started dating, we decided to get a house. The apartment will forever be missed but it was time to expand and he was someone I was willing to do it with. The closet I was currently in was a walk in closet, which was why there was always yelling in this house. It had to be my dream home. Black and White everything with some pink here and there in the closet and everything that was mine. Sammy on the other hand chose blue for his things. It was the most agreeable and cutest décor I’ve ever seen.

“I was plucking my eyebrows because there were one or two hairs that grew back and I couldn’t see sitting down on the chair. So I sat here and ended up getting lazy,” I lost my train of thought as I finished my eyeliner and moved on to mascara.

“So you stayed on the floor? What am I going to do with you?” He laughed and reached over to the vanity grabbing the phone.

“I didn’t hear it ring,” I looked up at him innocently. But I lied. If I pretended I didn’t hear my phone, then that would buy me extra time.

Lindsey and I were having our typical girls’ night or day because it was around lunchtime. We never planned anything on these little adventures of ours, only to get dressed and then find somewhere random that we’ve never been to and go eat there. Then we’d do whatever we wanted after that. I mean you’re never too young or old to explore and L.A. was the place to do it.

I always thought that’s what made us different from everyone else. We were still the biggest kids at heart. And it was the biggest kids who had the biggest hearts.

“Of course you didn’t,” he said sarcastically. “Hey it’s going to be kind of windy out tonight, there might be a storm. I told Lindsey to make sure you guys don’t get too wild tonight.” He sat behind me and watched me do my makeup in the mirror.

“Thanks babe,” I managed to say with my mouth open as I finished my mascara. I heard Sammy laughing behind me. “I try my best not to make the face okay.” Sammy continued to laugh. He didn’t understand how there was always the mouth gaping expression girls made when doing their mascara. As much as you try to hide it from your boyfriend, you find yourself doing it. I mean this might be the only way your mascara comes out perfectly.

“What are you wearing tonight babe?” Sammy wrapped his arms around my waist behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder, watching as I put on lipstick.

“Probably the new top I bought which would be perfect for this weather.” I pointed at the black long sleeve that covered my chest but exposed a good portion of my back.

“You’re going to look so cute,” his sound was muffled as he dug his face into my shoulder and I let out a small laugh at how he was trying to distract me. “Y/N some of the boys are coming over later. Nate said he’s going to come over in a bit because Lindsey is going to be with you,” he whispered.

“Just please make sure Nate doesn’t get drunk again and start making out with the furniture. He used my favorite lipstick!” I exclaimed. That was a night I’ll never forget. Nate tried to convince me that it was definitely his color, but it wasn’t and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. When you had a few glasses of wine and it’s 2 am, everything just seems funnier even when it’s not. Like Nate wearing my lipstick and getting it all over the pillows. That was the best night ever. He still denies it. And that was just last week.

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t get into your makeup,” Sammy giggled.

“How did he even know where to look?” I laughed with him.

“Honestly, I don’t know and I don’t want to know.”

I got up only to see Sammy still holding onto me like a little kid. I tried shaking him off but it only made him hold on tighter. RING

 

“Sammy go get the door! I’m not dressed! And if it’s Lindsey say I’m like down the street or something, she’s going to kill me if I’m not done!” I ran to the chair grabbing the black long sleeved.

“No fair. I was waiting for you to get changed! I’m not going until you change,” he winked at me.

RING

“Sammy! GO!” I yelled at him to go.

“Come here,” he pulled me in for a quick kiss. His lips were always warm and welcoming, even if it was just for a second. And he always tasted like strawberries. I grabbed him again as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I held his face pushing myself on him.

RING

He pulled away giving me a quick peck on my forehead as the doorbell interrupted us. I laughed noticing he was smothered in lipstick.

I quickly took off my robe and put on the long sleeved shirt. Then grabbed a pair of light washed ripped skinny jeans and put them on worrying about if Lindsey would come upstairs and throw a fit because I wasn’t done. Or maybe it was Nate. I prayed that it was Nate.

I grabbed a pair of black heels and sat down on the chair of my vanity to hook them up. I folded my jeans satisfied with how cute everything looked. I wiped off the lipstick and reapplied to look a bit more put together and not like I just made out with my boyfriend. I imagined Nate or Linds laughing when they saw him. But he would be too clueless to realize. I opted for a matte red instead of my usual pink. It suited my olive skin tone, but so did the red. I grabbed a diamond choker and quickly hooked the back of it. I put some diamond studs on and took my curlers out, spraying some hairspray. Standing in front of the mirror, my outfit was perfect.

All that was left was to run downstairs and hope that Lindsey did not try to kill me.

 

           “Y/N! Lindsey keeps texting me for you to hurry up!” Sammy yelled from downstairs.

“Calm down I’m finished,” I made my way down the stairs then quickly opening my purse and throwing my lipstick in. Looking up, my eyes met with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes.

“Y/N,” he said almost breathless, but so was I.

“Jack,” I managed to let his name escape my mouth.