i will be dead soon if this keeps up

How to Read Energy and What to Expect

As many of you know, one service I offer on this blog are energy readings. I have gotten a lot of inquiries on how I do these readings, so I would like to inform you on my methods as well give you tips on how to do them yourself. Please note that I am not an expert nor do I have the final say on how to do energy readings properly, this is just my experience. 

Understanding Energy
The way I understand energy is as the force that inhabits everything at one point or another. Everything has an energy signature, down to the smallest grain of sand. However, the energy of living things is a bit different. There have been many names given to this energy but it is most often known as one’s life force. The hardest part of an energy reading is picking up on one’s particular energy among the trillions of energy sources swirling around at any given moment, but I will tell you how I do this.

How to Read Someone’s Energy

My method for reading energy is going to be different from everyone else’s. Your method for reading energy will be different from everyone else’s. Everyone has their own techniques for reading energy, but here are a few of mine.

  1. Sit in a comfortable location with at least part of you pressed firmly against the ground. 
  2. If you are reading for someone irl, have them sit near you. Physical contact often helps if both of you are comfortable with that. 
  3. If you are reading for someone not physically present, it can help to have a piece of them “sit” in front of you. I ask for names and blog urls when I do my readings so that I have an energy signature to focus on but you really can use anything or nothing at all, whatever helps you get a lock on the other person’s energy. 
  4. Sit in front of the person or blog and close your eyes. A bit of meditation before you try to tap into their energy is a good idea.
  5. Feel the energy of the earth under you and feel out this individual’s energy as it appears, a piece of the earth just like you.
  6. Grab onto this energy. Snatch it from the earth just briefly. Images, smells, tastes, sounds, colors, and feelings should come to you as you feel their energy. Keep a mental note of what you experience and write it down once you return.
  7. What you have experienced while feeling someone’s energy is their energy reading. It may be a bit of a jumbled mess, but that’s okay. Everyone’s energy is different but there may also be some overlap, which is also okay.

You can give someone their energy reading in many forms. I give mine as a paragraph with everything I saw, yours may be only a line or two. Everyone experiences different things when reading energy and having shorter readings isn’t a bad thing. You may even pick up on more or less energy from each individual. Its totally okay if some readings are long and others very short. 

So…. What if your energy reading doesn’t resonate with me, like, at all?

There could be a great number of reasons your reading went screwy. As I said before, energy can neither be created nor destroyed, it simply changes shape. This being said, it could be a number of factors.

  1. I am picking up not on your energy, but the energy of someone very close to you. If you have been in contact with them recently, pieces of your energy sometimes clings to them. 
  2. It could also be that I am reading into the energy of one of your past lives, something you won’t necessarily resonate with or remember.
  3. It could also be that the reading was accurate but maybe some part of it was hard to hear, or some repressed memory. This is not the fault of the reader, in the long run it is up to the client to interpret the reading. 
  4. It could also be external factors in my own life clouding my ability to pick up on your energy. My cat knocks over a vase in another room and not thinking I write that in as your energy because I was so lost in the moment.
  5. It could also be you’re my last in a long line of energy readings and I am exhausted and hurriedly trying to get through your reading without paying attention to detail. 
  6. It could be any number of things, all acting upon one another. Keep an open mind. 

Whatever the reason for your energy reading not being accurate, it is best to just be polite and move on. No good will come of harassing a reader, especially if they are offering a free service. 

I just did an energy reading and I’m exhausted!

Yup, that’s a real thing and totally normal. Energy readings can be draining, especially for beginners, as you expend some of your energy when you tap into the earth and go out in search of other energies. This is especially draining at first if you have not yet learned how to shield your energy when searching in the energy field and subsequently some of it may be leeched out. Here are some self care tips to help you regenerate faster.

  1. Time yourself. I like to light a stick of incense before I start my readings. Once it is completely burned out, I stop no matter what I’m doing and go drink some water and just do something I enjoy for 30 minutes or so before returning to readings. 
  2. Eat or drink something sugary or high in carbohydrates while you read to return energy lost. I like to munch on sweet cherries while I read.
  3. Learn to shield yourself from energy drain. I imagine my energy dressed in a suit of impenetrable armor before I search out someone’s energy. Your shield can come in any manor of form, find one that feels right to you and keeps the pesky energy leech out. 
  4. Take little breaks in between readings, even just a minute or two to catch your breath. 
  5. Use crystals to return your energy. I like to take some moon-charged amethyst and hold it in my palm during breaks, feeling its energy flow into me. 
  6. Practice self care. Shower, change your clothes, put on some lotion or makeup… Anything like that will help replenish energy.
  7. Take a nap! I have a bad habit of doing energy readings as soon as I wake up and then I’m dead for the rest of the day. Napping helps immensely. 
  8. Know your limits. You probably won’t be able to do 20 energy readings your first day. Pacing is so important.
  9. If you are doing energy readings online, be prepared to use the block button. Some people are going to be rude, but that is their problem not yours.
  10. Have fun! If energy readings become stressful take a break. If someone is waiting on you for their energy reading, they will understand if it comes a little late. If not, fuck ‘em. You don’t owe anything to people who don’t care about your well being as a reader. 

There are a great many things you can do to recharge after an energy reading, but these are just a few of my favorites. Everyone is different, and respecting that is key. 

Remember actually enjoying yourself is key. Good luck with your energy readings!

How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.
Word Count: 4,405
Warnings: Food mentions, cussing
A/N: thanks so much to @greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn’t edit this but i’m too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it! 

Read it on AO3!


When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.

Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn’t want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn’t. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn’t let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.

That’s how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.

Keep reading

{PART 19} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Not knowing whether to stay and fight, or run and protect you; Jungkook gets thrown into a world of fear and panic. Meanwhile, Yoongi and Serrena battle for victory in the silent game of war they play;

“How dreadful…to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 18} {Part 19} {Part 20}

Keep reading

2 | Save Me

word count: 3,405 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

masterlist | ask | prev | next

“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive." 

"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed. 

“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind, 

“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless. 

“You murd-" 

"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?" 

"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-" 

"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?" 


"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction." 

Keep reading

Non-Default Eyes for Toddlers

Hey guys, I apologise for basically being dead over the Christmas period. I’m back! I’ve had a lot of requests to make a few of my eyes compatible with toddlers since their release, so here they are!

I’ve updated the original files so the links should still work as they are, if you have any of these eyes and want them for toddlers just re-download and overwrite the original. 

These are non-defaults, I can also do contact and default replacement versions. Those are coming soon, it’s a little difficult keeping up with what I’ve done already :P (I think I’ve already updated the Lovers eyes to have contacts)

Here are the links to the posts for the eyes, as I said the files for each should be updated but please let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Dreamy V1 & V2


Elsewhere V2

P.S. Daydream skin is now also available for the little ones too :)

Connection Part 1

Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.

Warnings: Mentions of violent murders

“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.

“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.

“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.

“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.

“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”

“Crazy how?”

“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”

“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.

“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.

“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.

“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.

“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”

“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.

“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.

“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.

“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.

“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.

“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.

Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.

“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.

“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.

“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.

“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.

“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”

“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.

“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.

“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.


The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.

“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.

“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.

“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.

“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.

“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.

“Beacon Hills.”

**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**


Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary- My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N. My story is a long one. Something happened nearly two centuries ago and I was transformed. My life is just like yours….except for one small difference. It never ends. Every time I die, I always return in water, and I’m always naked. Now you know as much about my condition as I do.

Message- Here’s my new one-shot! Based on the TV show- Forever!


Word Count- 1323

The war had ended. It took longer than expected, Captain America had stopped Hydra but the rest of the Nazi troops had still needed to be defeated, so you stayed on as a nurse. It helped to numb the pain of losing the love of your life- Bucky Barnes. You detached yourself from the rest of humanity after the war, only going to work and coming home, so you were surprised to find someone waiting in your kitchen.

“Who are you?” You ask the dark figure, but there is no answer the man just moves into the light. “Bucky.” You gasp.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” It was him but it wasn’t.

“Do you know who I am?” You ask.

“My mission.” Bucky says then he raises a gun.

“If you’re in there just know that I love you, Bucky Barnes and this isn’t your fault.” You say, then the gun goes off. Everything goes black, then you wake up in the Hudson river-naked.

It happens every couple of years, he finds you and he kills you, you put it together HYDRA never fell, it just went underground and they made Bucky their puppet. What you didn’t know is what they wanted with you.

Keep reading

You don’t know how many times you’ve hurt me. How many times my hopes got up because of you. How many times I felt sadness deep down in my chest as I held my tears back because of you,But for you it was okay to hurt me every time you were okay with doing it you got off on it. You enjoy lying and playing mind games with me. I had thought so differently of you but when I look to see all that you have become it hurts I despise you. I never thought that would be you the boy who I once trusted and loved or who I thought I loved. I never thought you would betray my trust and my outlook on love.Sometimes I wish I hated you so it would be easier to let go but it didn’t go that way it wasn’t easy. But when I was holding on I was holding on to a coward who seen no fault in his actions,When I was holding on I was accepting lies and making excuses for that coward,and when I holding on I was destroying myself. You had already been done with me but your lies weren’t it’s like you caressed my soul and had me stuck in your envious ways. When I had to force myself to be done with you it was like a drug attic giving up what they love the most.Drugs come and makeup for pain and when a man knows your weak he will come and do all in his power to make you weaker because he knows you will always come back to him he took advantage but you were my addiction. But when I grew I realized is this really what I want in a person? Someone who lies to me to protect their own damn selfish ways? I think you fall for cowards when all you’ve ever known was cowards. Cowardly men who never stepped up to their useless actions. Lies are like poison and you continued to keep feeding me them now I feel emotionally dead. One lie can change a million truths and I can’t make another excuse for you. To you I was just another dumb female who got caught up in your games. It’s over I will no longer let you have power over me. ~Ashari Bird (insta @ i_came_far22)
Episode 3

Dearest Player,

I hope this letter finds you well. I can hear your complaint already, “Gordon Freeman, we have not heard from you in ages!” Well, if you care to hear excuses, I have plenty, the greatest of them being I’ve been in other dimensions and whatnot, unable to reach you by the usual means. This was the case until eighteen months ago, when I experienced a critical change in my circumstances, and was redeposited on these shores. In the time since, I have been able to think occasionally about how best to describe the intervening years, my years of silence. I do first apologize for the wait, and that done, hasten to finally explain (albeit briefly, quickly, and in very little detail) events following those described in my previous letter (referred to herewith as Episode 2).

To begin with, as you may recall from the closing paragraphs of my previous missive, the death of Eli Vance shook us all. The Research & Rebellion team was traumatized, unable to be sure how much of our plan might be compromised, and whether it made any sense to go on at all as we had intended. And yet, once Eli had been buried, we found the strength and courage to regroup. It was the strong belief of his brave daughter, the feisty Alyx Vance, that we should continue on as her father had wished. We had the Arctic coordinates, transmitted by Eli’s long-time assistant, Dr. Judith Mossman, which we believed to mark the location of the lost research vessel Borealis. Eli had felt strongly that the Borealis should be destroyed rather than allow it to fall into the hands of the Combine. Others on our team disagreed, believing that the Borealis might hold the secret to the revolution’s success. Either way, the arguments were moot until we found the vessel. Therefore, immediately after the service for Dr. Vance, Alyx and I boarded a helicopter and set off for the Arctic; a much larger support team, mainly militia, was to follow by separate transport.

It is still unclear to me exactly what brought down our little aircraft. The following hours spent traversing the frigid waste in a blizzard are also a jumbled blur, ill-remembered and poorly defined. The next thing I clearly recall is our final approach to the coordinates Dr. Mossman has provided, and where we expected to find the Borealis. What we found instead was a complex fortified installation, showing all the hallmarks of sinister Combine technology. It surrounded a large open field of ice. Of the Hypnos itself there was no sign…or not at first. But as we stealthily infiltrated the Combine installation, we noticed a recurent, strangely coherent auroral effect–as of a vast hologram fading in and out of view. This bizarre phenomenon initially seemed an effect caused by an immense Combine lensing system, Alyx and I soon realized that what we were actually seeing was the research vessel Borealis itself, phasing in and out of existence at the focus of the Combine devices. The aliens had erected their compound to study and seize the ship whenever it materialized. What Dr. Mossman had provided were not coordinates for where the sub was located, but instead for where it was predicted to arrive. The vessel was oscillating in and out of our reality, its pulses were gradually steadying, but there was no guarantee it would settle into place for long–or at all. We determined that we must put ourselves into position to board it at the instant it became completely physical.

At this point we were briefly detained–not captured by the Combine, as we feared at first, but by minions of our former nemesis, the conniving and duplicitous Wallace Breen. Dr. Breen was not as we had last seen him–which is to say, he was not dead. At some point, the Combine had saved out an earlier version of his consciousness, and upon his physical demise, they had imprinted the back-up personality into a biological blank resembling an enormous slug. The BreenGrub, despite occupying a position of relative power in the Combine hierarchy, seemed nervous and frightened of me in particular. Wallace did not know how his previous incarnation, the original Dr. Breen, had died. He knew only that I was responsible. Therefore the slug treated us with great caution. Still, he soon confessed (never able to keep quiet for long) that he was himself a prisoner of the Combine. He took no pleasure from his current grotesque existence, and pleaded with us to end his life. Alyx believed that a quick death was more than Wallace Breen deserved, but for my part, I felt a modicum of pity and compassion. Out of Alyx’s sight, I might have done something to hasten the slug’s demise before we proceeded.

Not far from where we had been detained by Dr. Breen, we found Judith Mossman being held in a Combine interrogation cell. Things were tense between Judith and Alyx, as might be imagined. Alyx blamed Judith for her father’s death…news of which, Judith was devastated to hear for the first time. Judith tried to convince Alyx that she had been a double agent serving the resistance all along, doing only what Eli had asked of her, even though she knew it meant she risked being seen by her peers–by all of us–as a traitor. I was convinced; Alyx less so. But from a pragmatic point of view, we depended on Dr. Mossman; for along with the Borealis coordinates, she possessed resonance keys which would be necessary to bring the vessel fully into our plane of existence.

We skirmished with Combine soldiers protecting a Combine research post, then Dr. Mossman attuned the Borealis to precisely the frequencies needed to bring it into (brief) coherence. In the short time available to us, we scrambled aboard the ship, with an unknown number of Combine agents close behind. The ship cohered for only a short time, and then its oscillations resume. It was too late for our own military support, which arrived and joined the Combine forces in battle just as we rebounded between universes, once again unmoored.

What happened next is even harder to explain. Alyx Vance, Dr. Mossman and myself sought control of the ship–its power source, its control room, its navigation center. The ships’s history proved nonlinear. Years before, during the Combine invasion, various members of an earlier science team, working in the hull of a dry-docked vessel situated at the Aperture Science Research Facility in Michigan, had assembled what they called the Bootstrap Device. If it worked as intended, it would emit a field large enough to surround the ship. This field would then itself travel instantaneously to any chosen destination without having to cover the intervening space. There was no need for entry or exit portals, or any other devices; it was entirely self-contained. Unfortunately, the device had never been tested. As the Combine pushed Earth into the Seven Hour War, the aliens seized control of our most important research facilities. The staff of the Borealis, with no other wish than to keep the ship out of Combine hands, acted in desperation. The switched on the field and flung the Borealis toward the most distant destination they could target: Arctica. What they did not realize was that the Bootstrap Device travelled in time as well as space. Nor was it limited to one time or one location. The Borealis, and the moment of its activation, were stretched across space and time, between the nearly forgotten Lake Huron of the Seven Hour War and the present day Arctic; it was pulled taut as an elastic band, vibrating, except where at certain points along its length one could find still points, like the harmonic spots along a vibrating guitar string. One of these harmonics was where we boarded, but the string ran forward and back, in both time and space, and we were soon pulled in every direction ourselves.

Time grew confused. Looking from the bridge, we could see the drydocks of Aperture Science at the moment of teleportation, just as the Combine forces closed in from land, sea and air. At the same time, we could see the Arctic wastelands, where our friends were fighting to make their way to the protean Borealis; and in addition, glimpses of other worlds, somewhere in the future perhaps, or even in the past. Alyx grew convinced we were seeing one of the Combine’s central staging areas for invading other worlds–such as our own. We meanwhile fought a running battle throughout the ship, pursued by Combine forces. We struggled to understand our stiuation, and to agree on our course of action. Could we alter the course of the Borealis? Should we run it aground in the Arctic, giving our peers the chance to study it? Should we destroy it with all hands aboard, our own included? It was impossible to hold a coherent thought, given the baffling and paradoxical timeloops, which passed through the ship like bubbles. I felt I was going mad, that we all were, confronting myriad versions of ourselves, in that ship that was half ghost-ship, half nightmare funhouse.

What it came down to, at last, was a choice. Judith Mossman argued, reasonably, that we should save the Borealis and deliver it to the resistance, that our intelligent peers might study and harness its power. But Alyx reminded me had sworn she would honor she father’s demand that we destroy the ship. She hatched a plan to set the Borealis to self-destruct, while riding it into the heart of the Combine’s invasion nexus. Judith and Alyx argued. Judith overpowered Alyx and brought the Borealis area, preparing to shut off the Bootstrap Device and settle the ship on the ice. Then I heard a shot, and Judith fell. Alyx had decided for all of us, or her weapon had. With Dr. Mossman dead, we were committed to the suicide plunge. Grimly, Alyx and I armed the Borealis, creating a time-travelling missile, and steered it for the heart of the Combine’s command center.

At this point, as you will no doubt be unsurprised to hear, a Certain Sinister Figure appeared, in the form of that sneering trickster, G-Man.  For once he appeared not to me, but to Alyx Vance. Alyx had not seen the cryptical schoolmarm since childhood, but she recognized hi, instantly. “Come along with me now, we’ve places to be and things to do,” said G-Man, and Alyx acquiesced. She followed the strange grey man out of the Borealis, out of our reality. For me, there was no convenient door held open; only a snicker and a sideways glance. I was left alone, riding the weaponized research vessel into the heart of a Combine world. An immense light blazed. I caught a cosmic view of a brilliantly glittering Dyson sphere. The vastness of the Combine’s power, the futility of our struggle, blossomed briefly in my awareness. I saw everything. Mainly I saw how the Borealis, our most powerful weapon, would register as less than a fizzling matchhead as it blew itself apart. And what remained of me would be even less than that.

Just then, as you have surely already foreseen, the Vortigaunts parted their own checkered curtains of reality, reached in as they have on prior occasions, plucked me out, and set me aside. I barely got to see the fireworks begin.

And here we are. I spoke of my return to this shore. It has been a circuitous path to lands I once knew, and surprising to see how much the terrain has changed. Enough time has passed that few remember me, or what I was saying when last I spoke, or what precisely we hoped to accomplish. At this point, the resistance will have failed or succeeded, no thanks to me. Old friends have been silenced, or fallen by the wayside. I no longer know or recognize most members of the research team, though I believe the spirit of rebellion still persists. I expect you know better than I the appropriate course of action, and I leave you to it. Expect no further correspondence from me regarding these matters; this is my final episode.

Yours in infinite finality,

Gordon Freeman, Ph.D.


Marc Laidlaw
[: source:]

Damon Salvatore – He Flipped The Switch

Words Count: 1583

Warning: None 


Anonymous said 

Can you do a Damon one shot where his humanity is off and the reader is his girlfriend and she gets him to turn his humanity back on?

You were out of town for two weeks, visiting some relatives. Also you wanted to take a break from all the supernatural side of Mystic Falls. All was going well, you were having fun and catching up with your family. Damon would call you every other day and tell you that he missed you and wanted you to come back. You really did miss him but you really needed a time away from Mystic Falls. You received a phone call from Stefan he told you that you needed to come back immediately, something about Damon.

Soo you quickly gathered your things, said goodbye to your family and drove to Mystic Falls, to see what your idiot of a boyfriend has done this time. Sometimes you were the only one who could go through to him. And some other times not even you could convince him that what he was doing isn’t necessary. When Damon sets his mind into doing something, there’s no changing his mind.

You drove straight to Mystic Falls, you were tired but you went to the boardinghouse. You got out of your car and walked into the house without knocking, no one ever knocks on the door.

“Damon! Stefan!” You called walking in the living room/polar. Looking for any sign of movement.

“(Y/N).” Stefan said from behind you sounding relieved. You twirled around to face him. “Thank you so much for coming back so quickly.”

“It’s okay.” You gave Stefan a tight hug and stepped back to look at his tired face. “What happened?” You asked confused and worried. “Where’s Damon?”

“I think you should sit down.” Stefan said and you got even more worried, but you did as he said, and Stefan soon followed and sat next to you. “Damon, he uh…”

“What did he do Stefan?”

“He flipped the switch.”

“What? Why?” You asked him quickly, your heart beating fast you were confused worried and even hurt.

“Uh, our mother said somethings and then she uh she died soon after, and you know how Damon is, especially if you’re not around.” Stefan said his voice hurt and getting lower as he speaks. You sighed sadly and pulled Stefan in your arms and hugged him. Even though he’s much older you always saw him as your younger brother.

“Oh god Stefan I’m so sorry.” You said tearing up, you knew how hard it must be on both of the Salvatore brothers. Stefan is the brother you never wanted but needed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for both of you.”

“It’s okay, just can you try and bring his humanity back?” Stefan asked pulling back from your always comforting hugs.

“Where is he?” You asked whipping whatever stray tears you had running down your face.

“In the cell, Elena’s watching him.” Stefan said and you nodded. Both of you then walked to the cellar only to find it open and a temporary dead Elena on the floor, Stefan rushed to his dead girlfriend’s side .

“I’ll text everyone.” You said and sent a group text to all your friends. ‘Damon is out of the cell, keep an eye out and call me if you find him.’

Elena groaned as she woke up, Stefan helped her sit up.

“Are you okay?” You asked fidgeting, you wanted to go out and look for Damon, but you wanted to make sure Damon was OK first.

“Yeah, he ticked me he acted as if his humanity is back when he knew you were back.” She said. “We have to go find him.”

With that being said, each of you went into different directions, looking for the blue eyed vampire that you call boyfriend. You decided to go the annual bonfire that high schoolers do every year in the woods. He was craving blood, and what better place to feed than a place full of drunk teens.

You quickly reached the clearing in the woods, there was so many teens around. You texted Stefan your location, and walked around the outskirts of the gathering, your eyes scanning the area for anything strange. You then heard the faint sound of struggling coming from the woods and stood still for a moment to hear better, you sent a text to the GC saying you found him. You then walked into the forest. You found Damon with a girl in his arms, blood dripping from her neck.

“Damon.” You called to the vampire. Your eyes widen as his blood red eyes snap to yours. “Please let her go.”

“Now why would I do that (Y/N)? Are you offering?” He asked smirking with blood in his teach all other his mouth and dripping down his chin.

“Damon, if you want blood I’ll get you blood.” You told him trying to sound confident and unafraid. “No need to kill her.”

“And waist this amazing refreshing warm blood, yeah, no.” Damon said and turned back to the girl, when he was about to sink his teeth in however you stopped him.

“Wait!” Damon rolled his eyes and turned to face you, raising an eyebrow, you took a deep breath and continued. “Drink from me, you love my blood, you told me before that it’s one of the best you ever tasted.”

You walked slowly up to Damon and he let the girl drop, she fell on the floor unconscious from the blood loss. Damon then vamp speeded to you, closing the distance between the two of you, and sank his teach into your neck, your breath hitched. You wrapped a hand around his neck to hold yourself up and the other was clutching his shirt, as you felt him suck the blood out of you.

“Damon.” You gasped out.

“Damon, let her go.” You heard Stefan say from behind you. Damon however didn’t listen, he stopped drinking for a second before he continued. “Damon! That’s (Y/N) in your arms, and your killing her! Isn’t it you that promised to always help and protect her?”

“Now I just don’t care.” Damon said and pulled away from your neck, but held you tightly, your legs shook and quivered not being able to hold your weight anymore, if not for Damon you’re been on the floor long ago. Damon then turned you in his arms to make you look at Stefan, Elena, Caroline and everyone else really.

“Just think Damon, remember when we were alone in Kai’s prison world, remember what you told me!” Bonnie said he eyes glossy, it bothered them all seeing you like that, especially in the hands of someone you love. “You need her Damon, you love her. So don’t be the reason she dies.”

“I don’t love her, I don’t care and I’ll do whatever I want, so stop bothering me.” Damon exclaimed angrily.

“It’s okay guys.” Your voice shaking, you slowly willed your legs to turn you in Damon’s arms. You looked up at him, you raised a shaky hand to his cheek, the other one around his shoulder. You then started seeing black dots a sign you’ll either die or be unconscious soon. “I-I love you D-Damon, I a-always have and- and I a-always w-will.”

Tears left your eyes quickly, but you smiled at Damon. You pressed yourself closer to him, not caring what he’ll do to you. “I-I’ll h-ha-ppily die in y-you’re a-arms any-day.” You whispered, and slowly your arms feel from his cheek and soon his shoulder, and the only thing keeping you up was his tight grip on your waist. Your eyes fell shut and your heart slowly but surely started slowing down. Tears gathered in his eyes, as his humanity came back. He looked at your unmoving body, you looked dead.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He said over and over again. He lowered himself and you as well onto the ground, and quickly bit his wrist and tried to feed you his blood, he pulled you closer to his chest and kept on feeding you. “Wake up (Y/N) please, just wake up, Stefan why isn’t she waking up.”

Everyone’s heart broke at Damon’s words and your unmoving body. Stefan was by Damon’s side and he listened to your heart beat, it was weak but there. “She’ll need time, she’s still alive, take her home, she’ll need to rest.”

Damon then nodded, and vamp speeded to the boarding house. He laid you down on his bed, before getting a wet cloth and started to clean your neck from all the blood. He sighed relieved when he saw your neck healing. It was a few minutes later that you started to wake up.

“Hey.” Damon said softly when you opened your eyes.

“Hey.” You said back smiling, as you look up at Damon who sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N) I didn’t-“ “It’s okay, I forgive you, and besides I knew what I was getting myself into in the first place.”

“I know but still I shouldn’t have, and you could’ve-“

“I love you.” You once again cut him off, Damon’s eyes met yours and smiled softly.

“I love you too.” You grinned at his words and sat up.

“Now, I’m in desperate need of a shower.” You said swinging your legs onto the floor. “Will you be joining me?”

Damon smirked and followed you to his un-suite, leaving a trail of clothes after you. Thankfully Stefan left when he realized what was about to happen, because you had a very eventful night.

SVT react to idol! girlfriend slipping in rain onstage

anon requested: “SVT react to idol!girlfriend slipping in rain onstage (pray for idols who slip on stage in terrible conditions)”

Seungcheol- Leader-nim would not care WHATSOEVER that there were a bunch of fans and cameras and media outlets there watching him as he sprints onto the stage. He’d run over to you past all your group mates even if they were still trying to perform or trying to help you and pick you up in his arms and make sure you’re not hurt anywhere. Probably give you his jacket too and be your personal bodyguard from all the paparazzi. Doesn’t give an ef later even if he gets scolded for the company or if your relationship wasn’t made public yet, all he cares about is making sure you’re ok after slipping.

“It’s ok, you’re ok I got you now. Everything is going to be ok, just don’t be hurt, please, please, please.”

Originally posted by lunarjun-archive

Jeonghan- Would want to run up on stage immediately too like Seungcheol, but he’d rely on your group mates to make sure you’re ok because he doesn’t want you to get in trouble or get scolded by your company for his rash actions. BUT AS SOON AS YOU GET OFF THE STAGE, he’d legit run over to you and hug you in his arms and refuse to let go and ask you a billion questions about how you feel and whether or not you were hurt and just baby you the whole time. Give you his jacket, hot beverages, ice packs, would massage your legs, literally do anything just to make sure you’re ok.

“If you got hurt because of the rain, I would have fought the rain for you, but luckily you’re ok so I’ll just hug you instead.”

Originally posted by koraenpop

Joshua- Svt’s freaking gentleman, he would be panicking as soon as he saw you slip and he’d need a few other Svt members to hold him back to keep him from running up on stage to help you. But he’d probably end up walking on stage and bending down to block you from the cameras and to just make sure you’re ok. He wouldn’t care that he stopped the concert/show dead in his tracks, he’d make sure you’re not hurt first and offer to give you a piggy-back ride down stage for you to rest before continuing. Even if you were perfectly fine, he wouldn’t let you out of his sight until you had water or tea or something.

“Your fans will understand you resting for a bit, you have to get your strength back and I have to make sure your 100% ok. So rest a bit, ok? Let me be worried about you.”

Originally posted by gyushua

Junhui- He wouldn’t even watch passively from the sidelines if a fan threw a teddy bear at you, how could you expect him not to overreact when he saw you slip from the rain? Granted, he’d probably want to run up on stage (like all of Svt would) but he’d keep to the rules provided by the company and wait until you walked off stage before running to your side and literally keeping one arm around you for the whole time. He’d keep asking if you were ok and would carry you around in his arms if you so much as hinted your legs hurt. He’d get everything for you, water food, whatever even if he’s in the girl’s changing room.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” “No Jun you’re in the freaking girl’s changing room!” “Does that really matter I just want to make sure you’re ok! That’s too bad really because I’m going to stay here until I know for sure you’re ok, and everyone will just have to deal.”

Originally posted by wonnhuii

Soonyoung- The softest thing when it comes to you, you can literally expect to hear him scream from across the stage if you slip and fall because of the rain. Again, no exceptions really, him and all of Svt would want to run up on stage immediately and stop everything just to make sure you’re ok, but since he can’t, he’ll watch from the sidelines, basically going crazy and having his heart practically ripped into pieces watching as your group mates try to help you up and ask if you’re ok. And once you go backstage, lol good luck, even the security can’t stop Soonyoung as he leaps over any obstacle in his way to get to you faster to hold you in his arms.


Originally posted by infinitblaq

Wonwoo- Probably not the one to freak out as much as the others would. Which doesn’t mean he doesn’t care just as much though, he’d just be really quiet and not scream or say too much about it because he doesn’t want you to worry about it and just recover to your best capability. He’d still want to run up onto the stage almost immediately after seeing you slip, but he won’t and instead would make eye contact with your from wherever he was and express everything he wants to say to you with just one look, concern written all over his face, enough that you think he might combust, and seeing you later backstage to verbally express it.

“I don’t want to see you crying over this ok? You did great, all your fans will understand, don’t panic or do anything. Come here and just let me check to make sure you’re ok. //holds you in his arms// You’re going to be ok, I’m right here.”

Originally posted by visual-17

Jihoon- Is practically fuming and very emotionally high-strung because he’s hella worried but he doesn’t show it for fear of the trouble that could cause. He might accidentally yell at someone before apologizing right after just because he’s worried about whether or not you got hurt, maybe at  himself too, or at the sky and the rain. And he’d just feel really frustrated because he wants to be the one running towards you and helping you up and making sure you’re ok and trying to scold the rain for you. Might walk in circles while waiting for his chance to check up on you backstage and practically bursts through to get to you.

“Honestly the weather report said there’d be rain, the company should have planned this out better all your fans would have understood and you should be more careful and I’m just glad you’re ok, if you were hurt… it doesn’t matter you’re not hurt and that’s all that matters.”

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Seokmin- He’ll be staring wide-eyed and basically going crazy just like Soonyoung with worry over you, practically running from one side of the concert venue to the other just so he can leap over stuff to find you and help you, even if there are a bunch of fans and cameras pointed at the two of you. He’d wrap you up in his jacket even if he gets soaked and keep both arms on your shoulders and help you get up and get help from the staff to check and see if you’re ok and not injured. Literally would still be worried sick by the time they cleared you of any injuries and you were completely fine.

“Are they sure? Your legs don’t hurt or anything right? No ringing in your ears? How many fingers am I holding up? How many suns are there in this solar system. YOU CAN’T SAY TWO I DON’T COUNT THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR JOKING I’M REALLY WORRIED HERE.”

Originally posted by jongindiaries

Mingyu- Although the guy can do basically everything, he can’t stay calm after seeing you slip. The giant puppy would literally try to do everything and anything to help you, but would feel bad if he was bothersome or got in the staffs’ way so he’d probably just stand in a corner waiting for you or a staff to tell him you’re ok. Might even start low key panicking if he doesn’t get updates like every minute about what’s happening to you. When he does find out you’re perfectly fine, he’d deflate like a balloon, sighing in relief and going to your side right away to check up on you and make sure your recover and eat snacks and drink water.

“I’m not leaving until you eat all of your ramen. Of course it’s good for you!!! I’m going to hold my breath until I keel over and die if you don’t. Do you want me to die? No? So eat!!!”

Originally posted by rappershua

Minghao- Probably like Wonwoo in the sense that he won’t say very much but more show concern for you with every fiber of his being. He’d literally feel like he was burning even under the rain because he’s going crazy with worry but he can’t seemingly do a damn thing. Would run over to you once they brought you backstage and would literally fight anyone and everyone who doesn’t let him get close to you, before holding you in his arms and checking every inch of you to make sure you’re ok. Super protective afterwards too. Won’t let a goddamn soul near you unless you tell your dragon of a boyfriend it’s chill.

“Who’s that?” “The head of security, Minghao stop omg lol I’m fine.” “I could take him.” “Stop, omg!” “I’ll fight anyone for you if you want.” “You can’t fight the weather for me Minghao.” “Watch me.”

Originally posted by dokyuml

Seungkwan- Don’t be surprised if he’s literally crying after seeing you fall, he is not ok whatsoever and nobody would dare stop the guy as he comes running towards you, freaking a billion medical supplies in hand just so he can administer first aid on your nonexistent injuries. Would be hecka extra about it as always. Not letting anyone else help you up, insisting you lean on him for support if your leg hurts, or just letting you lean on him just cuz he wants you to. He’d practically smother you with how much he worries asking “are you ok” every twenty seconds, even when you’re cleared of all injuries.


Originally posted by seungkwa

Hansol- He’d probably stare in shock for a few minutes registering what actually happened, not believing what his eyes are seeing. But once he realized it’s for real, he’d probably run to you also and probably would slip and fall plenty himself but not care because he’s more worried about you and whether or not you were ok. An absolute dork, he’d probably be tugging on your arms to help you up and hugging your arm and be super clingy once he realized you’re ok and wouldn’t let you go until it was time to go. He would have worried his head off and would just want to hold you in his arms and escape reality.

“Nothing bad can happen to you while I’m hugging you because I’m literally blocking you from anything dangerous, even the rain, so I’ll just hold you, don’t mind me.”

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

Chan- The most worried maknae ever, he’d try his best to stay calm and let the staff and your group mates handle the situation first since he’s pretty mature and serious especially since he knows the rules the company has said about dating and he wouldn’t want you to get scolded for something he did. But it would slowly drive the kid crazy having to wait for news so he’d charge into the backstage area and immediately take you into his arms and check you himself to make sure you weren’t seriously injured before giving you the “worried boyfriend” lecture and how you should be more careful

“You already tend to trip on stuff even when friction isn’t lessened by the rain, so you have to be very careful! No I’m not saying you have no balance!!! I’m saying you should have been very careful- ah stop hitting me I’m only worried about you ack!”

Originally posted by royalkpop


~ admin jess

Cold Hearted-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

Summary: Requested by annonymus: ‘hey could you write an imagine with Jon Snow where the reader gets like cold and badass after the death of Jon and when he comes back idk you decide. Btw loveeeee your blog ❤ keep up with the good work 💫

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name



(A/N: Flashbacks will be within the apostrophes ’)


‘I scrunched up the parchment, my hands starting to shake. This couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t be dead. I thanked the man who brought me the message, who quickly scurried away. As soon as he was gone, I collapsed into my chair by the fireplace, bursting into tears. Looking at the message again, I read it out loud, still trying to process it all.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), my deepest apologies. I too am in deep sorrow, our Lord Commander Jon Snow has passed away. My deepest condolences. Ser Davos Seaworth.”

I angrily threw the parchment into the fire, crying out in anger. He had left me here all by myself, venturing off to the Wall and now he was dead. It didn’t matter how he died. For some reason, I was furious with him. Now he was really gone, I would never see him again. All of this time spent waiting and now what? What was I supposed to do with my life?’

I stood beside Lady Sansa, looking down into the courtyard. Sansa had never been the same since arriving here, even before she married Ramsay. Although Brienne used to Sansa’s main bodyguard, I too knew how to weild a weapon, now her new protector as well as a handmaid. After Jon had died out on the Wall, I too turned cold and bitter to those around me. The only way it seemed that anyone would leave me alone was if I learnt how to fight, become intimidating. As soon as everyone else heard word of my dead lover, all I received were sympathetic looks. It drove me mad but now they all left me alone, and that’s how I wanted it to be.

However, I tried to forget about Jon. He was dead, I couldn’t let that bring me down. It was making me soft. But there was a huge problem; wherever I went, I would always see him. I knew they were hallucinations, my mind going mad with grief. At first I thought it was sort of wonderful to see him, though it soon became a curse. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn’t disappear. There were many endless nights where I would drink myself to sleep to try and make him go away.

“(Y/N).” Sansa grabbed my attention.“I must tell you something of great importance.”

I said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“I am to leave this place soon. However, I must go alone. I need you to stay here, ensure that no one else will be harmed by Ramsay.”

“M'lady, you cannot be serious. What if you can’t get away?”

“I will.” she sighed.“I know that it has been very hard for you recently, but I must do this to get my home back.”

“I do not want you getting hurt. Please, let me come with you, I can protect you!”

She grabbed my shoulders, looking at me head on.“ I need you here. Promise me you’ll look after our people.”

Hesitantly, I agreed.“I promise.”

“The North remembers.”


It had been so long since Sansa had left. Theon Greyjoy had helped her escape, causing Ramsay to go even more mad, if that was possible. As soon as he found out that she was gone, I had been brought in for questioning. Of course he had tortured me. He as a mad man, there was no limit to what he could do. Long cuts and bruises covered my body now, for some reason he had not killed me, not even close. It wouldn’t have mattered to me, but I made a promise to Sansa.

It was obvious that Ramsay was keeping a close eye on me. After getting nothing out of me, he needed to make sure I wasn’t sneaking behind his back. There wasn’t anything to hide, no one has contacted me in so long.

It had been quiet for quite some time in Winterfell. The people living there were scared for their lives. I acted upon my duty, looking after those who needed help. There were families who would go without money or food, I would try to help them without getting on the wrong side of the Boltons. I would go out hunting late at night or during dawn, providing for those in need. That soon had to stop when Ramsay was organising an army, for what I didn’t know. Who was attacking us?

That wasn’t important. The one thing I needed to do was make sure everyone within the walls was ok. Soldiers were everywhere, either trying to recruit more men or escape the battle themselves. Distant cried of the fighting could be heard within in the walls. Everyone was frightened.

“M'lady! M'lady!” I heard a woman scream.

With weapons in hand, I had been sneaking through the houses of the people living here, checking that no one was harmed.

I rushed to her. She was stood by her front door, frantically waving to grab my attention.“It’s ok, it’s ok. Try to calm down, what’s wrong?”

She took a deep breath.“My daughter is a scullery maid in the castle. She was supposed to be home this morning but has not yet returned. I am worried for her, I do not know what to do!” She was crying.

“I’ll go look for her. I am a handmaiden, they know I work there so they won’t question it. Just stay in your home and I’ll bring her back to you.”

I quickened my pace towards the entrance for all the servants, now hiding my weapons beneath my cloak. The servants had to be hiding, it was silent throughout the castle. Trying to remain as silent as possible, I looked in all rooms which servants had access to, seeing if any were hiding. As I went to open one, it was locked and I knew they were in there. Knocking quietly, I called out to them.

“It’s just me, it’s (Y/N)!”

They knew who I was, I could hear the locks being undone and the door opened. There were many people crammed in here, it was only a small room for some of the cleaning supplies. They dragged me in, bolting the door shut again.

“How long have you all been here?” I asked.

The girl who I was looking for stepped forward.“Ever since dawn broke, when they left for the battle.”

“Your mother is worried for you. I told her I would come looking for you.” she looked guilty though it was not her fault.“And what battle? Who are we fighting?”

A man spoke from the back.“The North.”

The North? The North was finally fighting back! Sansa…she must have had something to do with this. A small smile appeared on my face. What if we won? Would we finally be able to live in peace? Could we really defeat the Boltons?

We ended up staying there for hours. I was going to go out and see what was happening until we heard huge roars that didn’t seem human. Everyone crammed in there was either praying, crying, or holding onto one another. I stood in front of the door, ready for whatever was coming our way.

I groaned.“I’ve had enough of this. I’m going out there to see what is happening.”

The others retaliated, not wanting me to risk their hiding spot. I unsheathed my sword, making them stand back; it was an idle threat, I would never harm them. Walking out into the corridor, I checked my surroundings, everything was clear. Sneaking around the corner, I could hear yells of joy but didn’t know which side had won.

“(Y/N)?” I heard my name be said by a very familiar voice.

I sighed. Why was he here? Why were my hallucinations coming back now? I carried on walking, not wanting to be distracted by my mind tricks.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” His voice was so real.

Stopping in my tracks, I turned around to see him. There he was again, my Jon Snow. However, he didn’t look like he usually did in my dreams. Instead of the fresh faced boy who left Winterfell, he looked more like a man, covered in mud and blood from battle.

“Leave me alone. I am tired of you plaguing my mind. You died a long time ago. I can no longer live like this!” I yelled at him, hoping that would make him disappear.

Jon walked closer to me.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. (Y/N), I’m back. I’ve defeated the Boltons.”

Why did he look so different? How could I possibly imagine what he would look like? I stared at him for a little longer before it clicked.

“Jon? Is it actually you?” I whispered, reaching out to touch his face.

He grabbed my hand, smiling.“It is. I’ve come back for you.”

For the first time in a while I laughed, crying with happiness as I threw my arms around him. He spun us around, placing kisses on my neck before setting me down and kissing my lips.

As we pulled apart, I whispered out.“Don’t you ever leave me again.”

Rabbit Hole

Dean starts being honest with Sam when Sam is asleep and it turns into a habit.

“You remember,” Dean begins conversationally, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “when we were young and dad was the one driving? I was never any good at sleeping in the car but as soon as we hit the road, you’d drop off right away against my shoulder in the backseat.

I remember that one winter — you must have been eight or nine… The heating didn’t work and we wrapped ourselves into that god-awful excuse of a blanket. It was so scratchy and stiff and literally did nothing to keep us warm, and you still managed to sleep like a dead person.”

He pauses, glancing over at his brother’s sleeping form. Curled into himself, his breath fogging up the window where he’s got the side of his face pressed against it, he makes the occasional sleep noise and barely even stirs when the car hits a pothole on the uneven road.

Dean can’t stop the smile that’s tugging at his mouth from growing wider so he doesn’t try, giving in to it instead.

It’s too easy to lull himself into a false sense of security. Even if the world is studiously headed for damnation, in these quiet moments, nighttime on the road, nothing to keep Dean company but the engine and his brother’s breathing, it’s easy to have hope. Hope that everything is going to work out after all in the end.

Dean doesn’t believe in fairy tale endings.

Keep reading

the losers club @ open mic night

  • so obvs richie, ben, mike, and bev have a band
  • mike plays the bass, bev plays the electric, ben is the drummer and richie sings lead plus plays acoustic and piano if needed
  • richie decides he’s gonna use this to reveal to eddie how he truly feels
  • but- bc richie is the person he is- it can’t be too mushy or serious
  • he straight up forces everyone to learn Just Friends by The Jonas Brothers
  • they all gripe at first but they eventually are ok w it bc it’s a bop
  • when richie starts to sing, eddie isn’t rly paying attention
  • but then bill elbows the shit out of eddie’s side and now he’s focused
  • richie makes dead eye contact w eddie on certain lines
  • “i don’t wanna lead you on, no, ‘cause the truth is i’ve grown fond”
  • “i’ve been making lots of plans like a picket fence and a rose garden. i’ll just keep on dreaming, but it’s cool 'cause we’re just friends”
  • and eddie is just :0000
  • “bill, is he singing to me? BILL IS HE SINGING TO ME????”
  • eddie runs up on stage as soon as the last note plays and grabs richie’s face
  • “you’re a fucking idiot”
  • he smashes their lips together right there in front of everyone
  • the whole bar cheers
  • bill had told everyone like a week before that he was gonna bring the girl that he’s maybe kinda sorta seeing
  • stan is upset
  • he enlists bev to play for him after he decided what to sing
  • richie punches bill in the arm before stan even starts singing
  • “you may wanna pay attention to this, billy boy”
  • stan sings Girl Crush by Little Big Town
  • and he is AMAZING y'all
  • the whole bar holds up their lighters and sways their arms back and forth
  • and bill can’t stop staring, his mouth slightly open
  • stan tries his hardest not to look
  • but he can’t help but look at him at some points
  • “i don’t get no peace, thinking about her under your bed sheets.”
  • “i want her long, blond hair. i want her magic touch. because maybe then, you’d want me just as much.”
  • stan bows a little after he finishes bc the whole bar erupts in cheers
  • he glances at bill briefly before whispering to bev and heading straight for the door
  • bill follows him, his date forgotten even though she’s calling his name
  • “stan, wait!”
  • “i didn’t… I didn’t know you felt that way”
  • “yeah, well. now you do.”
  • and bill gets all up close to him, cups his face
  • “i’d give up anyone in the world for you. all you had to do was ask.”
  • the edge of stan’s mouth lifts right before bill pulls him in and kisses the hell out of him
The Princess and the Wedding

Prompt: Part 3 of Damian’s Soulmark series, because Damian is the definition of prince charming.

Part 1, Part 2

You find that it’s worse when you’re alone; when the room is dark and Damian isn’t around. You try to focus on anything else; a book, a movie, something. But nothing works. In the end, you end up in front of the large bay window of your hotel room, admiring the Gotham skyline.

   In that moment, you allow yourself to close your eyes, and breath. You focus on the way the air fills your lungs, and the slight ache as it leaves. Then you focus on the pull. The little warm feeling that assures you that you’re not alone. You become so lost in it, that you never hear him approach, and by the time that needle finds a home in your neck, it’s too late to do anything. The last thing you see is Vertigo’s face.

   In unconsciousness you find peace. Your mind drifts back to the cabin, to the explosion of emotion. You remember the way Damian’s lips feel on yours; slightly chapped but tender. You remember the way they had danced over your skin. And then you remember lying in front of the fireplace, wrapped in his arms.

   “We have to find a way.” His voice was a whisper.

   You had placed a kiss on his chest before looking into his eyes. You had found them filled with desperation and love. Love for you and desperate need to be loved. Snuggling closer you had simply said, “We will.”

   Two days later the call from Vertigo had come, along with his ultimatum. Return to Gotham and marry him, or watch your mother die. The fear that had gripped you with that phone call had nearly made you sick. But Damian had wrapped his arms around you, and made you a promise, “We’ll get her back. We will get her back, and then we’ll figure out us.”

   The plan had been simple, pretend to go along with Vertigo’s plan, from there Damian’s family would search for your mother. The galas and state dinners that had been lined up had bought you some time. You weren’t scheduled to go back to Kaznia for several weeks. That along with the pretense of disdain for the Wayne heir provided you with a cover that couldn’t be bought anywhere else.

   But Vertigo had always been a sneaky bastard. So when you wake up, strapped into a chair on the royal family’s private jet, you know that the man had moved up his timeline. The smirk he gives you makes you want to claw his eyes out. Instead you dig your nails into the armrest.

   Hours later you’re led off the plane under an armed escort. You find yourself thrown into your room at the castle, and what you see there makes you sick. The wedding dress resting over the chair is extravagant, gaudy, and something you’d never wear. And as you’re forced into it, your hatred for Vertigo grows even more.

You’re acutely aware of your surroundings as you are walked from your room to the throne room. The grip the soldier has on your arm is hard enough to bruise as he drags you down the aisle. Your eyes meet those of several of your mother’s cabinet. They’re covered in bruises, and Vertigo’s soldiers stand nearby, ready to shoot.

You scowl as you’re deposited in front of you husband to be. His smile is evil, as he simply asks, “Are you ready darling?”

“Ready to kill you? Why yes, yes I am.”

You listen as Vertigo takes his vows, and when your turn comes you’re certain that you’re going to be sick. You’re just forcing your mouth open when the doors to the room burst open.

Smoke fills the air, and there’s several grunts. You use the diversion to back away from Vertigo. You’re nearly out of the room when an arm snakes around your waist, and a hand clamps over your mouth. Before you struggle, a familiar voice says, “It’s me.”

You look into Damian’s eyes and you finally relax. Until you see the sadness in them. His voice is soft as he asks, “Where’s your room?”

Your heart sinks as you lead him through the corridors. Once you’re safely in, and the door is locked he explains. He explains how his family had been looking for your mother while you two kept an eye on him at the party. It was them tripping the silent alarm that made the Count move up his plans.

Your voice is soft, “What about my mother?”

Damian meets your eyes, his voice as gentle as can be when he says, “We were too late. Her injuries were too extreme. They were able to get her to the hospital where she was able to identify the Count as her captor and abuser. She died before we were able to get here.”

His words weigh you down, and you find that you have trouble breathing. You start pulling at the dress, and Damian quickly helps you out of it. You slide to the floor in your underwear, and Damian drapes a blanket around your shoulders.

   You feel the tears slip down your cheeks, and you force yourself to take a deep breath, “I don’t have time to mourn. With my mother gone, I am the Queen.”

   Damian nods, “What do you need from me?”

   You stare at him, before taking his hand, “Will you marry me? I know it’s soon. But I’m young. I don’t know who I can trust and who I can’t. Marriage will bring stability, and I know it’s a lot to ask …”

   He smiles, before pushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “Let’s go get married.”

   You pull on jeans and a tee-shirt before walking with him back to the throne room. The smoke had cleared, and Vertigo and his followers had been tied up. Your mother’s cabinet, now freed, stood debating what to do.

   You keep your voice calm, as you simply say, “My mother is dead. She lived long enough to give us the evidence needed to convict Vertigo. But as of now, I am the Queen of Kaznia.” You take a deep breath, “And my first act will be to marry my soulmate. Damian Wayne.”

   You ignore the shock in their eyes as you step forward. Damian’s hand on the small of your back gives you the strength to stand tall. In perhaps the most unglamorous royal wedding ever, you and Damian Wayne are married. And as you promise your life to him, you can’t help but think that it fits the two of you perfectly.

My Saviour - Twelve

A/N: Closing in on the end here people. Once again I want to thank all of you for your continued support on this series. I appreciate each and every comment I get, and it helps keep me motivated, so thanks a million. Also a shout out to my beta @thorne93, you rock.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, a little more angst, with a dash of angst on top.

Wordcount: 1894

Catch up HERE

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“What?” Dean recoiled, not sure he heard you right.  

“Alex died in jail last night,” you repeated, your eyes glued to your phone that was lying in front of you on the counter. “They think that he had a heartattack.”

Dean didn’t know what to say so he made his way over to you and placed his large hand over yours from the opposite side of the counter. Your eyes snapped up to his for a second before you pulled your hand away from his touch.

“I did this to him,” you said flatly, no emotion in your voice what so ever.

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, trying not to put too much thought into you avoiding his touch and eyes again.

“Are you kidding me? I’m the reason he was in jail in the first place. I’m guessing his heart couldn’t handle the stress.”

“He is… was not in jail because of you, he was in there because he deserved to be there, because he hurt you. He made his own bed, (YN).” He knew that what he was saying right then was just words to you, that they held no meaning, but he needed you to hear them nonetheless.

You let your eyes meet Dean’s. His was soft and caring with a hint of concern, your was blown wide in shock, guilt, and grief. “He didn’t deserve to die, Dean.”

“No… of course not, but it’s not your fault he died.”

You sat down at the table and hid your face in your hands, trying to wrap your head around all of this. How were you supposed to feel? The man that you had spent all of your adult life with was dead, the man you married, the man that abused you, raped you, the man that killed your unborn baby,  the man you loved. Because you did love him, even after all he had done, you did still love him.

Keep reading

★*゚‘゚・Mirrors (2008)

these are quotes from the thriller/horror film ‘mirrors’. triggers may be present.

❝ I’m sorry… I… I… I wasn’t trying to get away… ❞
❝ No, please don’t… ❞
❝ You shaved?  ❞
❝ Sorry, I’m late… Have you been waiting long? ❞
❝ You need a place to stay? ❞
❝ Anyway, you know you are always welcome to stay at our house.❞
❝ How are things going between the two of you?  ❞
❝ Do you know the Mayflower on West 38th Street?  ❞
❝  …You have reached ________. I am not available to take your call. Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.  ❞
❝ Thank God you didn’t show up any later. This place gives me the chills at night. … No electricity, and all these mirrors…   ❞
❝ You know, I live in, Brooklyn near a Jewish neighborhood, and when someone dies, they cover all the mirrors in their house.  ❞
❝ They say it’s to keep the soul of the dead from being trapped in the mirrors… ❞
❝ Believe it or not, there’s always a bit of truth in any superstition. Am I right?  ❞
❝ He was completely obsessed with these damn mirrors. He’d spend the entire night polishing them.  ❞
❝ I was wounded during a holdup… It kind of changed my perspective on things. ❞
❝ Grandpa says there are ghosts in the store… Is that true?  ❞
❝ Fuck… ❞
❝ Sometimes they make mistakes, ______. It happens…   ❞
❝ Grown-ups don’t make mistakes. Only little children do.  ❞
❝ What is that?  ❞
❝ Does he deserve his birthday present?  ❞
❝ I’m good, very good… What time will ______ be back?❞
❝ Do you want me to fix you a snack?  ❞
❝ Duh, open it stupid!  ❞
❝ _____, can I talk to you, in private?  ❞
❝ I already asked you not to drop by without calling, didn’t I?  ❞
❝ I don’t need your calls in the middle of the night. I’m better off without them.  ❞
❝  Look at yourself. You’re still carrying around so much of that anger.  ❞
❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you… Things could be so different between us.  ❞
❝ I wasn’t planning on staying.   ❞
❝ What are you looking at? ❞
❝ Come on, you’ve been looking at yourself for more than half an hour. You never used to be so vain.  ❞
❝ You can’t avoid them. They’re everywhere… ❞
❝ The mirrors… In the department store, at every street corner, in the windows of every fucking building in this city. I feel like I’m not the one looking into the mirrors, but rather they’re looking at me.  ❞
❝ You need a drink.  ❞
❝ Don’t you think you’re being a little bit paranoid?  ❞
❝ Mirrors are just glass and silver, ______….  ❞
❝ I’ve just been through the craziest day here… No kidding! Your ex-colleagues came to pay us a visit…  ❞
❝ Did they mention the cause of death?  ❞
❝ Damn… What is happening to me?  ❞
❝ Are you OK? What’s happening? What are you doing here?  ❞
❝ I need you to do me a favor…  ❞
❝ I need to find out how he died…  ❞
❝ You are no longer a cop, ______. This isn’t your business anymore.  ❞
❝ …Seven years of bad luck.  ❞
❝ You’re not even allowed to be here. I could get fired for this.  ❞
❝ What is happening to you? What is all this supposed to mean?  ❞
❝ Don’t you find it strange that this mirror doesn’t reflect an exact image of reality?  ❞
❝ Look at the piece of mirror in his hand. In the reflection of the mirror it’s covered in blood, and look- in reality, it’s clean. Not a drop of blood…  ❞
❝ What if the mirrors were showing us something different?  ❞
❝ What if the mirrors were reflecting something that goes beyond reality?  ❞ 
❝ OK… This is way over my head. I don’t have time for your barfly theories.   ❞
❝ You should go home and get some rest. This guy probably just killed himself because he couldn’t live with himself anymore. It happens to thousands of people, you know…   ❞
❝ Amy called me today, she’s worried about you. What’s happening, _____? ❞
❝ I need this job, I need the money. I’m not going to sleep on your couch for the  rest of my life!  ❞
❝ He would spend hours looking at himself… ❞
❝ To look at oneself too much is a sin. A terrible sin. Do you know sir, in the Garden of Eden in order to seduce Eve, Satan did not keep the appearance of a snake… Satan reproduced the young woman’s traits in such a way that Eve would only see and listen to the image of herself… As in a mirror. ❞
❝ I’m _____ …. _____? I’m right he– …❞
❝ There… In the mirror…  ❞
❝ I think maybe I’m losing my mind.  ❞
❝ Be careful… Love you. ❞
❝ Come take a look for yourself.  ❞
❝  He won’t stop here. I know him, he won’t stop until he finds who did this to her.  ❞ 
❝ What kind of friend are you? You are using him.  ❞
❝ You have to see someone _____. You cannot stay in this situation any longer. You need help, psychological support.  ❞
❝ I don’t want to put them in any danger.  ❞
❝ I’ve got things I need to deal with.  ❞
❝ Why did you do it? WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HER?
❝ What is it you want? What do you want from me? ANSWER ME! WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?!  
❝ He doesn’t want me to talk about him.  ❞
❝ He lives in the mirror in our room.  ❞
❝ Did your father talk to you about the mirrors?   ❞
❝ You know, _______, when one starts to perceive one’s own reflection as a completely separate being, one is suddenly confronted with two entirely separate egos, two entirely separate worlds that can surface at any give moment-   ❞
❝ In order to… to destroy the mirrors. Only fire can destroy a mirror, isn’t that right, _______?  ❞
❝ What made you want to destroy those mirrors, Terrence?  ❞
❝ For what reason? Why would mirrors want to kill your family?  ❞
❝ I’m doing it to protect you.  ❞
❝ Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?  ❞
❝ You have to trust me _______, I’m not completely crazy… These mirrors are dangerous. At first, I thought it was only the ones at the store, but now I know they can get you anywhere.  ❞
❝ What are you doing with that gun… Put it down, BEN… PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!  ❞
❝ You’re still alive, aren’t you?  ❞
❝ There’s something in the house… Something in the mirrors.   ❞
❝ Anyplace is gonna have mirrors or windows… Anything you can see your self in is dangerous. ❞
❝ I’m sorry about everything I’ve put you through… I didn’t want to…  ❞
❝ You’re not a journalist, are you? What do you want?  ❞
❝ If you don’t help me I may lose the only thing that matters to me.  ❞
❝ Tell me why are the mirrors from the old hospital so determined to find you?  ❞
❝ You’re coming with me, now.  ❞
❝ Answer! God damn it… Answer the phone… ❞
❝ Something’s wrong over there, ______ is not answering.  ❞     


Badboy!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Resident Bad Boy Jungkook has got a secret. One that he won’t let go of. 

 Fluff (What’s new)

A/N: This is over 5,000 words what was I doing. If you are looking for the song it’s on sound cloud here.


Jungkook slams the door behind him, his body tense and head almost visibly fuming. He grunts as he throws his jack off and kicks his shoes into a corner of the the hallway. He doesn’t notice the jacket that’s hanged in the closet or the smaller sized shoes that are neatly placed on the side. He only realizes the other presence until he hears the music that plays on his record.

And he smiles.

Keep reading