i will be dead soon if this keeps up

leslietendo  asked:

I just want to tell you that I really appreciate all of your work for Shaman King!! :) <3

Thanks!


I always try my best to keep new information about the Shaman King (and other Hiroyuki Takei) series flowing! Shaman King always seems to have slow/dead times, and fast/exciting times. And it looks like we’re ramping up to some fun times soon!

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!

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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.

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{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}

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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

Lovers

Elsewhere V2


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

2 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
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

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“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?" 

Silence. 

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

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anonymous asked:

can you pls write something based on this au picspam? policevest tumblr address post slash 47518700056 slash castle-au-castle-meets-an-angel-gina-torres-and

Post anon is referring to:

Castle meets an angel (Gina Torres) and works out a deal with her to bring Johanna Beckett (Mary Steenburgen) back to life. But there’s a catch…he has to die instead. A life for a life, and eventually no one will remember that he existed. Once Beckett realizes what Castle did, she desperately tries to find a way for both Johanna and Castle to live, before she loses all her memories of him.

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(A/N: all credit for both this brilliant idea and artwork above goes to @policevest. I own nothing except the words below.)

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He watches her sleep from his spot in her bed, brushing her hair back from her forehead, feeling his heart clench painfully.

“There’s still time, you know.”

Rick glances up to the woman watching him with a sad smile across the room. Beckett’s guardian angel, apparently, with orders that she’s never necessarily been comfortable executing. But Kate… he wants nothing more than for her to be happy, to have what she wants. 

And he knows without a doubt that his wife would give anything to have her mother back.

“Do you really think leaving her is what’s best?”

“She won’t remember me, that’s what you said,” he returns, glancing back down to the woman sleeping in her bed. No longer theirs. 

Since this process began, since he managed to accidentally get his hands on that ancient artifact and wondered for a split second if Kate would be better off without him, he’s been stuck in limbo with the (annoying) angel. And with Johanna Beckett.

“Doesn’t mean it won’t leave another hole in her heart,” her mother chimes in from the foot of the bed.

These two women came to him with a deal, yet they’ve spent this entire ordeal arguing, one trying to dissuade him while the other presses him to choose what he thinks is best for Kate. It’s quite frustrating.

“Is that true?” He turns his eyes back to the angel, who releases a sigh through her pursed lips.

“In a sense. It’ll feel like mourning a ghost, harboring a hollowness she doesn’t understand.”

“But she’ll have her mother back?” Castle ensures, glancing to Johanna.

“Rick, you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be back in Katie’s life, to have never left to begin with, but you… you’ve been so good for her. Jim tells me stories all the time when he comes to visit my grave.” She smiles softly, that same hint of a dazzling smile his fiancée so often wears for him now. “She loves you. So much.”

“But she loves you too,” he protests, ignoring the nagging indecision threatening to form in the back of his mind. He was so sure of what he thought was best the second the ultimatum was offered to him, but Johanna Beckett continues to evoke doubt. “She would have given anything-”

“She wouldn’t trade you.”

“Rick, we’re running out of time, so I have to ask you again,” the angel murmurs, her dark eyes narrowing on him. “What do you want to do?”

“Excluding my daughter from a choice that affects her life doesn’t seem fair,” Johanna cuts in. 

The angel glares daggers at her. “Johanna.”

“Don’t you think so, Rick?”

He returns his gaze to Kate, watches her body shift and curl towards him as if she knows he’s there.

He doesn’t know the answers anymore.

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She wakes with the whisper of lips on her cheek, the husk of a voice in her ear, and shifts in her bed towards the source, finding only empty sheets.

Kate’s eyes open, scan the desolate space beside her, the shape of the body that belongs just a flicker in her mind that she can’t shake. All she knows is that something’s wrong, missing, and it’s worsening each day.

His presence is strong, like a ghost that walks beside her, filling her head with indiscernible murmurs, warming her cold hands with a touch that isn’t there.

“Castle.”

The name slips past her lips without prompting, an echo of a memory rippling through her mind, and she clings to his face, his bright blue eyes and that beautiful laugh. She fights to make him stay, to stop fading.

“Come back,” she chokes, squeezing her eyes shut as if that can make the memory remain, as if that can force Richard Castle - her favorite author, her partner, her fiancé - to stay. “Don’t do this to me again.”

Kate draws her knees to her chest, pressing her forehead hard against her patella. The light weight of a hand on her face that has her eyes flying open a second later, her head jerking up with hope. 

But her heart stops at the sight of her mother perched on the edge of her bed.

“Mom?” she whispers, watching the gentle smile claim her mother’s lips.

“Hey, Katie.”

“Am I - is this a dream?” Kate inquires, and god, she’s really going crazy after all, isn’t she?

Johanna hedges. “You could call it that. This isn’t going to make a lot of sense, sweetheart, but just listen to me, okay? There’s not much time.”

Her mouth dry, Kate nods, shifts to sit up in the bed, to roam her gaze over her all too real mother sitting on the edge of her mattress as if it was just an ordinary day. As if she never left.

Johanna’s chest rises and falls with a deep breath while Kate’s stops short.

“It’s a long story, but Rick he… he was offered the opportunity to make a deal, to trade his life so I could have mine back,” she explains, and Kate’s unsteady heart tumbles into her ribs, begins to freefall towards her stomach.

“He - are you alive?”

“No, unfortunately not,” her mom sighs, reaching forward to squeeze her knee. “We’re in the ‘in between’ right now. I wanted insurance on you, so I’ve had an… well, a guardian angel looking after you. And, as of late, after Rick as well. When he held that artifact from the case you two were working on, it transported him here, with her, and she offered him the choice.”

Kate blinks. Angels? A magic artifact? Her mother alive and yet not?

“Okay, you’re looking at me like this is crazy, and trust me, I know, but just listen to me, Katie. Rick has slowly been fading from your memory and within a matter of minutes, you’ll wake up in a world where he never existed. A real world, where things are permanent,” her mother explains slowly and she may not completely understand, but Kate shakes her head.

“No, he can’t - where is he?”

“He’s here, glaring at me,” Johanna chuckles, but when Kate looks around… there’s no one. “Well, I can see him, but he’s becoming a ghost. Like me. It’s why you need to make a choice of your own, Kate.”

“Between the two of you? This is - what kind of twisted dream is this? You’re - you’re dead. This can’t be real.”

“It won’t be,” Johanna smiles softly. “It’ll all be over soon and you won’t remember any of it the next time you wake up, I promise. But what you choose right now determines what you wake up to and that’s why I’m telling you to pick your husband, the life you both worked so hard for.”

Kate sucks in a breath, tries to keep up. “But that… it really means I won’t see you again like this? Won’t even remember having the chance to talk to you again?”

Her mom frowns, but squeezes her knee once more. “I’m afraid not.”

“Why? You’re here now. You’re here. Why can’t you just come back?” she rasps, the tears clogging her throat, blurring her vision. “I miss you, Mom.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Johanna sighs, standing from the bed to move closer, embrace her daughter and stroke her hair. And it feels so real, just like when she was a little girl, a teenager, nineteen. “That’ll never change. But the way your life happened was the way it was supposed to happen, the way it was always going to happen, and I don’t want you to change it, to lose the kind of love and happiness that no one else, including me, can give you.”

Kate buries her face in her mother’s shoulder, inhales the faint scent of her perfume.

“Remember when I said you’d love his books?” Johanna murmurs, the grin claiming her lips when Kate withdraws from her embrace. Her mother’s gaze flickers to the other side of the bed. “Told you so.”

Kate huffs a gentle laugh, follows her mom’s line of sight to the man she can’t see. But she can feel him there, can feel the connection thrumming through her veins, pulsing through her system to flood her heart. 

Even if she won’t remember this moment, even if she has to lose her mother all over again, she’s not willing to lose him too. 

She refuses to give him up.

“Make him stay with me.”

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!**

From: Walter Skinner [walter.skinner@fbi.gov]
To: Fox Mulder [fox.mulder@fbi.gov], Dana Scully [dana.scully@fbi.gov]
Cc:
Subject: Case 2874 Debrief and Budget Analysis

Good Morning,

Agents, per our discussion yesterday morning, you were expected in my office at 8:00 am sharp to debrief case number 2874 and to discuss discretionary spending in the updated budget analysis you submitted last week. It is now 8:20. I expect you both in my office ASAP. I am sending this email after leaving two consecutive voicemails.

Thank you,

Walter S. Skinner
Assistant Director
Federal Bureau of Investigation

Confidentiality Notice: This email and any attachment are confidential and may be privileged and are intended only for the authorized recipients of the sender. The information contained in this email and any attachment(s) must not be published, copied, disclosed, or transmitted in any form to any person or entity unless expressly authorized by the sender.

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From: Walter Skinner [walter.skinner@fbi.gov]
To: Fox Mulder [fox.mulder@fbi.gov], Dana Scully [dana.scully@fbi.gov]
Cc:
Subject: Second Written Notice

Agents, I have left two voicemails on your office phones and two voicemails each on your cell-phones. This is the second email I am sending in response to your no call - no show to our previously scheduled meeting. The next email will be CCd to the director.

Get to my office or call. Immediately.

I am not happy.

Thank you,

Walter S. Skinner
Assistant Director
Federal Bureau of Investigation

Confidentiality Notice: This email and any attachment are confidential and may be privileged and are intended only for the authorized recipients of the sender. The information contained in this email and any attachment(s) must not be published, copied, disclosed, or transmitted in any form to any person or entity unless expressly authorized by the sender.

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From: SkinmanSemperFi@mail.com
To: Trust_no1@mail.com, Queequeg0925@hotmail.com
Cc:
Subject: Where are you?

Agents,

I’m emailing to your personal accounts from my personal account in the hopes that I will find you and you are merely avoiding the FBI’s monitoring system. Where are you two? I’ve called your phones repeatedly and left numerous voicemails. Please respond.

If I don’t hear from you in the next hour, I will be sending field agents to your respective homes.

Agents, I’m getting worried.

Skinner

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From: Walter Skinner [walter.skinner@fbi.gov]
To: Timothy Gordon [timothy.gordon@fbi.gov]
Cc: Fox Mulder [fox.mulder@fbi.gov], Dana Scully [dana.scully@fbi.gov]
Subject: Request for investigation

Director Gordon,

Per our telephone conversation, I am sending two field agents to the homes of Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully. Neither agent has reported to work or called in. They failed to show up to a mandatory meeting that had been previously scheduled for this morning. Neither agent is answering or returning phone calls or emails.

Sir, pending any negative results of our preliminary investigation to Agent Mulder and Agent Scully’s homes, I am requesting a full investigation into the potential disappearance of both agents. I am requesting a full task force and access into Agent Mulder and Scully’s files.

I am hoping, however, that this request will prove unnecessary. I will be honest with you, sir. This isn’t sitting right with me. Something is wrong.

Thank you,

Walter S. Skinner
Assistant Director
Federal Bureau of Investigation

Confidentiality Notice: This email and any attachment are confidential and may be privileged and are intended only for the authorized recipients of the sender. The information contained in this email and any attachment(s) must not be published, copied, disclosed, or transmitted in any form to any person or entity unless expressly authorized by the sender.

——

From: Timothy Gordon [timothy.gordon@fbi.gov]
To: Walter Skinner [walter.skinner@fbi.gov]
Cc: Accounting [sally.overlook@fbi.gov]
Subject: Request approval

Assistant Director,

Send over the field agents’ reports as soon as you hear word. If a full investigation is warranted, you have what you need. I’ve Cc’d accounting in order to go ahead and get requisition paperwork underway.

I’ve learned to always trust your gut, Walter. I also hope that this request proves unnecessary. Let me know as soon as you hear anything and keep me up to speed with weekly progress reports.

Thank you,

Timothy Gordon
Director
Federal Bureau of Investigation

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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.

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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.

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★*゚‘゚・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.  ❞     

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.

anonymous asked:

Could you write a jealous!Betty fic where Jughead befriends a tough girl who's basically the girl version of him at south side high so Betty feels insecure and tries to be more like the girl (short skirts, dark makeup, messy hair,etc.)? Thank you!!!

She was tucked into their normal booth at pops, sandwiched between Kevin and Veronica as she stared longingly at her boyfriend a few booths away, he was laughing and his arm was slung lazily over River Lewis. The one girl in the entire town who was sure to make Betty dig her nails into her palms and tighten her ponytail.

River was one of Jugheads new friends from the Southside, she was moody and sexy and she was everything Betty wished she could be, the girl had made it very clear she wasn’t interested in being Betty’s friend and seemed to be monopolizing all of Jugheads time as of lately. Of course Betty was happy he was making friends and it made her heart lighter to see him laughing and enjoying himself, but the tug in her heart was inevitable when he chose to sit with his new friends instead of her, the way he leaned into River would have any girlfriend feeling a little sick.

“She’s nothing compared to you B, she’s nasty and she’s a brat.” Veronica spoke quietly into her ear as she squeezed her shoulder. Betty looked up gratefully and sighed

“I just feel like he keeps pulling away.. like I’m not enough anymore. Like.. maybe this isn’t what he wants.” She gestured to her cheerleading uniform and dropped her head to Kevin’s shoulder, sighing miserably.

Kevin and Veronica shared a glance over their forlorn best friends head

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kevin asked with a wicked smile

Veronica nodded and smirked
“You’re the one that I want Grease Makeover?” She asked.

Kevin nodded
“Bingo.”

Betty looked up a confused look in her eyes as he friends dragged her out of the booth
“What?” She asked, daring a glance in Jugheads direction, he was staring at her,a curious look in his eyes as he moved to stand, River slapped a hand to his thigh dragging him back down.

Something hardened in Betty’s eyes before she turned away from the scene, smiling at her friends
“What are we waiting for?”

The next day at school went by excruciatingly slow, she had been assured by Archie that Jughead would be at Pops today and part two of her plan would come into play. Part one had been ignoring all of his text messages and having Alice send him away when he came to her door last night. Veronica had held her hand as her boyfriend begged her mother to let him speak to her.

“He’s been taking advantage of you B, you need to show him what he’s going to lose if he doesn’t fix this.”

She stood outside Pops, her fingers shaking as Veronica ran the lipgloss over her already fairly glossy lips.

“Alright Sandra dee. I think we’re ready, how do you feel?” Veronica asked.

Betty took a deep breath

“I’m ready.” She smiled taking one final glance at the reflection in Veronica’s car, she didn’t even recognize herself.

Betty had on a short, tight leather skirt and loose white crop top that perfectly showed her toned stomach and tan skin. Her feet were tucked into tall wedges and her long blonde hair was left loose and messy, looking perfectly wind blown. Her bright green eyes looked even brighter under the dark black eyeliner and heavy mascara, her perfect heart shaped lips were cherry red and she smacked the gum between her lips.

“A masterpiece, if I wasn’t gay..” Kevin trailed off causing Betty to giggle and straighten her shoulders.

“Let’s do this.” She slung the old leather jacket she had borrowed from her mother overhear shoulder and followed Veronica into the Diner. The diner went silent as soon as the group stepped foot on the marble floor.

Jughead hopped up when he saw Veronica his eyes instantly looking for Betty, he started walking towards the group but stopped dead when he saw Betty his jaw dropping.

“Betty?” He whispered

At his unfamiliar look Betty instantly felt all of those insecurities build up again, she struggled to keep her arms at her side, her natural instinct to hide in herself was bubbling to the surface, but when a boy in a serpents jacket let out the first low wolf whistle, she let out a relived breath. Suddenly it seemed every member from the Southside was drawn to her and she giggled as they tripped over themselves to get a better look.

Veronica winked and led Betty to a booth, Kevin shaking his fingers in a few boys faces to back them off.

Just as she was about to settle into the booth, she felt a warm hand grip her upper arm, his fingers familiar even under the leather. Looking up she swallowed at the intensity in her boyfriend eyes.

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly, his eyes running over her body as he licked his lips, she turned to go with him but Veronica kicked her under the table and Kevin shook his head.
Pulling her arm free Betty sat down in the seat

“I’m staying here, we can talk later. I think River is waiting for you.” She nodded her head to the dark haired girl shooting daggers in their direction.

Understanding instantly dawned in Jugheads eyes and he reached a hand out to Betty’s cheek

“Bets..”

She turned her face quickly, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall
“Not now Jughead.” She whispered.

He stared at her completely heartbroken

“Elizabeth Cooper right?” Jughead whipped around to see Noah, a prominent member of the serpents, leaning casually against Betty’s booth

“That’s my name” she smiled at the boy and jughead stumbled back.

“I dig your look.” He said dropping down into the empty space Jughead had just left.

Oh absolutely not.

Jughead straightened his Serpent jacket and reached for Betty’s hand, pulling her out of the booth and towards the door, as she stomped indignantly.

“Jughead Jones! Let me go!” He swung her around as soon as they hit outside.

His lips attacked her as she gasped, her fingers instinctively digging into his dark waves as he ran his hands over the bare skin of her legs before sliding under her shirt.

She pulled away abruptly

“No!” She said shoving him away and adjusting her top her hands trembling

“Betty?” Jughead asked moving towards her

“No. this isn’t me, if this is what you want… if this is who I have to be to get you to pay me attention… maybe I’m not the right girl for you.” Her eyes filled with tears and he shook his head frantically

“No! I love you. I love you, I love who you are. You never have to change for me. I cannot lose you. You look amazing but you’re right this isn’t you.” His hands tugged on the short skirt as he trailed his fingers over her thighs, his breathe close to her face.

“But.. River.. ” she whispered, her nose touching his as he nuzzled it gently

“She’s funny and she reminds me of me, but she’s no Betty Cooper, I’m so sorry I made you feel like you had to be something else, I would never want that. I love you for who you are, I know I’ve been an awful boyfriend, it’s this whole balancing act. Consider me properly aware, I’m not letting you out of my sight.. especially dressed like this.” His eyes hungrily scanned her face as he dropped a kiss to her lips.

Betty giggled, dropping her forehead to his
“I want you to spend time with your friends, but.. maybe spend some time with me too okay?” She smiled

He nodded aggressively
“You can count on it.”

Betty grabbed his hand and headed into Pops
“Okay let’s go show them who your girlfriend really is.” She beamed as Jughead laughed tightening an arm around her waist

“It’s a damn honor”

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

Warnings:

None


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


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‘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.”



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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.”

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Carry On: The Musical
A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by ddoale.tumblr.com ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

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A fan musical of the book Carry On by Rainbow Rowell using songs from many musicals (and a few non-musical songs). Each song is annotated with a quote or reference to the book to demonstrate where in the book the song is taking place. Sadly, the annotations are not available on mobile. :( (Please suggest any songs and/or quotes you feel need to be added!) Incredible cover art by @ddoale ! Go check out their blog; their art is fantastic and they are a really cool person!! (And so talented!!! Like holy s m o k e s)

Since the songs have annotations that don’t show up on mobile, I’ll put them under the cut! Hope you enjoy!!

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Kang Dongho Hogwarts AU

(while i was looking for pics of dongho for this collage i had to fucking PAUSE because he’s so hot like wtf dude chill a bit)

  • kang dongho is like hottest gryffindor to walk the planet and he knows it
  • even your fellow housemates– SLYTHERINS– worship the ground that he walks on
  • what happened to slytherin gryffindor rivalry
  • he is hot you have to admit
  • ((especially after a quidditch game when he’s sweaty mM)
  • (you’re thirsty but whatever)
  • as a slytherin, people will be rude to you guys sometimes regarding the dark past of the house
  • it’s not uncommon for you to get jinxed in the hall or for your bookbag to ~magically~ fall apart
  • one time you were leaving class when you heard someone shout really loudly
  • “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
  • the person yanked you behind them and cast a Protego spell
  • it was kANG DONGO :))))))))))
  • “a-ah, i didn’t realize you two were friends”
  • apparently some seventh year gryffindor was going to jinx you as you walked away?
  • “even if we weren’t, that doesn’t give you the right to cast a spell on someone’s back, you fucking coward”
  • just looking up at his back as he defended you made your heart beat a little bit~
  • but then
  • “wait we’re not friends”
  • dongho turned to you with a small smile on his face when the jerk left
  • (you hissed “jackass” after him as he walked past)
  • “no?” he asked, cocking his head. “i would have thought maybe we would be after that?”
  • “well, i dunno, you don’t seem the type to make friends with fifth-year slytherins”
  • dongho kind of frowned and patted you on the shoulder
  • “house doesn’t mean anything to me” he said firmly, sending you the world’s most adorable, fluffy smile
  • (yall know which one i’m talking about)
  • “well, thanks for saving me, i guess” you said stiffly, making him chuckle
  • “anytime” he grinned, waving as he walked off
  • “but i didn’t need saving!” you yelled after him, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit at the interaction 
  • dongho just laughed and kept walking
  • that night at dinner your friends teased your MERCILESSLY about it
  • news travels fast a hogwarts
  • and for some reason hwang minhyun, a fellow slytherin who was also close with dongho, kept looking at you, as though he was trying not to laugh?
  • the next day after charms, you’re leaving flitwick’s classroom when you bump into a chest
  • a very muscular chest
  • “ready?”
  • dongho smiled down at you, taking your charms textbooks from your arms
  • cue the blushing
  • “what are you doing?”
  • “walking you to your next class… obviously”
  • “yeah, but why?”
  • “just getting to know my new friend”
  • you were like 87% sure that he was flirting with you
  • but it’s kang dongho there’s no way one of the hottest guys at hogwarts was flirting with you
  • but pretty soon he’s meeting you after your classes and walking you to your next one
  • and people start asking you if you’re dating??????
  • “w-what? no! no, no way!”
  • lots of blushing
  • then one day after potions, he meets you and is visibly nervous and youre like ummmmmmmm
  • “hey, i have a question”
  • “i’m not doing your homework”
  • “no! thats no what i was going to ask”
  • you laugh at his panicked expression
  • hes such a fluffball omg
  • “actually, gryffindor has a really important match coming up… i was wondering if you wanted to come and watch it?”
  • “it’s not against slytherin, right?”
  • “no, it’s against ravenclaw”
  • “yeah, sure!”
  • as the match approaches he keeps bothering you to wear gryffindor gear
  • “i would never be caught dead in such traitorous clothing”
  • “pleaaaaase?”
  • he keeps begging and begging and finally you’re like
  • ‘oKAY jesus will you stop sending me owls every two seconds asking?”
  • “yes”
  • the morning of the match you’re eating breakfast with your friends
  • and he comes up behind you and drops something on your head
  • “what the hell is this?”
  • “my hoodie!”
  • he gave you his FUCKING gryffindor quidditch sweatshirt
  • you grumpily put it on, refusing to admit how warm and cozy and snuggly it is
  • as soon as he leaves the shitstorm starts
  • “OH MY GOD U GUYS ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER!”
  • “DATE ALREADY!”
  • minhyun and jonghyun won’t stop laughing at you
  • “piss off, mr. emotionally constipated”
  • you end up going to the match with minhyun and jonghyun anyways since they cheer for dongho
  • (i live for interhouse friendships)
  • and he does amazingly
  • he keeps scoring and scoring and scoring and it’s amazing?
  • what are skills?
  • you’re a little worried for the gryffindor keeper who collided with a ravenclaw chaser at the very end of the match
  • but gryffindor wins!!
  • and you congratulate him and he’s super happy and smiley
  • “the sweatshirt looks good on you, you should keep it” he told you after the match as you walked back to the castle together
  • “i would never do something so traitorous”
  • he invites you to the gryffindor afterparty
  • and gryffindors know how to party
  • people are drunk as hell by the time you get there
  • dongho isn’t drunk, but definitely celebrating 
  • he’s surprised that you showed up at all
  • “wow, you look nice”
  • the incredibly intelligent gryffindors decide to play spin the bottle
  • when dongho spins you COULD HAVE SWORN THAT YOU SAW MINHYUN TAKE OUT HIS WAND AND WHISPER SOMETHING
  • but there’s no time to investigate because of course, it lands on you
  • and everyone’s cheering and dongho smiles that kind of sheepish smile and you guys lean in and kiss
  • and oh is that his tongue yes it is you two are making out in front of a good 50 drunk teenagers
  • who are all cheering
  • loudly
  • you separate breathlessly
  • “that was something” dongho looks over the moon
  • “it was”
  • “FUCK ALREADY”
  • and you’re blushing again
  • “fuck off seongwoo”
  • both of you tap out of spin the bottle and just snuggle up on one of the comfy couches by the fire
  • “i guess it’s pretty obvious that i like you, (y/n)
  • “it was kind of obvious when minhyun kept making fun of you whenever you talked to me”
  • “that fucking snake”
  • “um, yeah”
  • he’s so cuddly and adorable but also hot as fuck?
  • you get offended by his face like 24/7
  • he continues to walk you to class
  • one time this ravenclaw kept trying to hit on you
  • and you didn’t really want to tell dongho because you knew he would go a bit insane
  • and so one time the ravenclaw was talking to you after class and dongho greeted you and just pulled you into a kiss like RIGHT in front of him
  • “you’re such an alpha male it’s incredible”
  • “you love it, though”
  • “i could do with a bit of chill, dear”
  • i just really live for kang dongho what a beautiful man
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.

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#69 [Enzo Amore]

Requested, #69. “It just…hurts.” (Prompt from here.)

Author Note: So this is actually from a part of a story I wrote way back when Enzo first got injured on the Payback 2016 PPV. When I got this prompt, it was the perfect reason to finally finally finish this. It’s long and fluffy and I’m not sorry.

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You felt like the worst girlfriend in the world as you ran through the back hallways of the arena, attempting to make your way to the car bay.

You’d been in your locker room, finalizing getting ready in your ring gear, when Nattie had come in, asking if you’d been watching the current match. Truth be told, you’d been so busy being in your hometown, visiting with people and making appearances, that you hadn’t remembered to turn on the closed-circuit TV. You were too focused on getting ready for your own title match that night on the PPV.

But all it took was one sentence from Nattie for all of your focus to shift entirely away from anything to do with you.

“Enzo got hurt in his match.”

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