i will have a bookcase

When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.
—  giulswrites
Angels in the Bunker

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer x Reader (you’ll see *wink wonk*)

Word Count: 1,580

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @averagegaykid! I loved writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed Satan Sunday this week!! I love you all so much!!

You assembled the four angels, all of them standing together in front of you.  They all towered over you, which was one of the reasons you recruited their help.  While the Winchesters were gone, you were going to decorate the bunker for Christmas.  It was not an easy task to do by yourself.  

You had them each bring along different decorations.  Balthazar was to get the Christmas tree, and the ornaments for it.  Gabriel was supposed to get lights for the tree, along with stockings.  Castiel was sent to get candy for the stockings, along with candy canes for the tree.  You asked Lucifer to bring one thing, garland.  You knew Lucifer was not a fan of Christmas, but he could never say no to you.

“Alright my angels,” you smiled.  “We only have the rest of today and a little bit of tomorrow to decorate the bunker.  Dean and Sam don’t take long on hunts.  They’ll be even quicker when they realize this is just a ruse.”

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I'M MOVING!!!!

Feeling a lot better today, still sore throat but no fever, which is great because IT’S MY MOVING DAY!!!!

I’m so excited!!!! My BF and I have been talking about moving in together for over a year now, scrimping and saving the pennies, and today we’re picking up the keys to our first place together!!!! ^O^ ❤

So if you don’t hear from me over the weekend it’s probably because I’m exhausted and asleep or I’m busy carrying a chest of drawers up three flights of stairs….or I got lost in Ikea 😅

EEEEEEE!!!!

When I picture the perfect life, I imagine myself in a small apartment in a small town, but near to a big one so I can get lost in the noise if I like but I can also enjoy the peace. I would hang inspirational quotes all over the walls and small lights to brighten the place. I would have a bookcase with all my favorite books and a long list of books to read. I would take the subway to work every day and I would be able to make a living out of my ability to twist words. I have always admired the power of words to touch a person’s soul, you just have to say the right ones.
And last but not least, I would come home to my best friend who would excitedly tell me about their day and all the jokes they came up with during the day and we would just relax on the couch in front of Netflix. It might not be much but it would be perfect for me.
—  giulswrites
Jimin is Away; Summer, Chapter Seven

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading from your life. But when you find some one to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1701

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Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Y/N stood at the door of Hoseok’s apartment, playing with her hands nervously as she took a deep breath. She knocked on his door and placed a smile on her face when she saw the knob moving a few seconds later. Hoseok opened the door and he took her breath away. His dark blue button-up was beautiful against his tan skin and his dress slacks shaped his legs to a T. He held a glass of wine in his hand and his smile was so bright, Y/N thought she’d be blinded.

“Have I died? Because I’m staring at heaven right now.” He flirted, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her inside. Y/N blushed and looked around the small room.

“It’s not much, but it’s home.” Hoseok shrugged. The walls were brick and the furniture was leather and the low mood lighting illuminated the room in a golden glow. A bookcase full of vinyl’s and DVDs was on the wall by the TV, the kitchen by the front door on the right was chrome and black, and Y/N saw a pair glass doors across the room that led out to a balcony.

“It’s perfect.” She said softly. Hoseok chuckled and led her into the kitchen, pouring her a glass of the red wine.

“I’m glad you like it. Red is fine, right?” he asked, handing her the glass. She nodded and took a sip, the deep liquid running over her tongue with a nutty and spicy aftertaste.

“So what’s on the agenda tonight?” Y/N asked as Hoseok guide her to the couch. He let go of her waist to allow her to sit down on the couch. She folded her legs underneath her and watched as Hoseok moved to the bookcase on the wall.

“Well, I have Chinese on the way. And I picked this up yesterday on my way home from work.” He said, throwing her a DVD case and sitting down next to her.

“V for Vendetta?! This has to be one of the best movies of all time, I haven’t seen it in forever.” She gushed. Hoseok watched her from over the top of his wine glass, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Y/N blushed when she saw Hoseok staring.

“What?”

“Nothing. You’re just so full of life. It’s cute.” He took another sip before setting his glass down on the coffee table.

“I’ve never met someone like you before, Y/N. You intrigue me in the best ways possible.” His voice was like velvet and Y/N’s blush only grew as she put down her glass as well.

“It’s funny how we’ve had the same class for a year but we’ve never known each other until recently. You’ll have to hang out with me and my friends some time.” Hoseok offered.

“Definitely. Apparently, we have a friend between us. Min Yoongi?”

“Ah yeah, that grumpy old hyung is the best! What’d he say about me?” Hoseok asked, chuckling softly.

“He said you were decent, but a playboy.” She admitted. Hoseok scoffed and waved his hand in dismay.

“Oh, hyung only says that because I’ve gotten more chicks than him. But he’s a great dude. I’ll have to keep my hands to myself then tonight, or I’ll face a beating from him.” Hoseok chuckled. Y/N smiled and blushed before scooting closer to him.

“What Yoongi-oppa doesn’t know won’t kill him.” She said softly, peering at Hoseok through her eyelashes. Hoseok growled softly in the back of his throat and bit his bottom lip, chuckling lowly in his throat.

“Don’t say things like that Y/N, I won’t be able to control myself if you do. You already look ravishing enough, please don’t make me ravish you.” Hoseok’s voice was dark and husky; a seductive purr as he spoke. “I want to do this right, not like I’ve done with other girls. I want to take my time and savor you.” He purred, moving closer to her body. Y/N could barely breathe as her eyes locked with his own dark ones. His fingers brushed her cheek as he felt her blush get hotter.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled.

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbled. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Hoseok backed away, chuckling.

“You’re adorable, Y/N. So pure, lively. Stay that way.” Hoseok said as a knock sounded on the door.

“Hungry?”


Empty plates littered the coffee table, along with an almost empty bottle of wine. The movie was playing on the TV mounted against the wall, but Hoseok wasn’t paying attention, he was more enthralled with watching Y/N instead. Her eyes shined against the light of the screen and her reactions were priceless, even though she had seen the movie before. A lazy smile played on Hoseok’s lips as his heart pounded even harder as he watched the girl next to him.

He let his eyes travel down the curve of her waist and down her bare legs. Her bare back was exposed to him and he wanted nothing more but to place his mark on the pristine and unblemished skin. Hoseok shifted in his seat, snaking his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her into his chest and Y/N looked up at him with hazed eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asked. Y/N smiled at Hoseok’s respectful gesture and nodded her head, settling her body against his. Hoseok could feel his heartbeat pick up and for the first time in a while, he felt a strange rush of fondness towards a girl.

The movie played on and ended eventually. The entire bottle of wine had been drunk, and both people wore flushed faces. Hoseok kept his hands to himself though, no matter how many times he wanted to run his fingers down her legs and to other places.

“Y’know I have a friend named Taehyung, on Monday we’re going to go out, do you think you’d want to come?” Hoseok asked as he ran his fingers through Y/N’s hair.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.” Y/N said, looking up at Hoseok.

“We can make it a double date thing? Tae and one of your friends can go in blind, I know he’d be down for it,” Hoseok insisted. “Besides, I need more reasons to go and see you.” Y/N giggled and placed her hand on Hoseok’s chest.

“What kind of people does this Taehyung like?” she asked.

“Got any hot guy friends laying around?” Hoseok asked playfully. Y/N chuckled.

“I got someone in mind. I’ll ask him.” Y/N yawned. Hoseok cooed and gently lifted her to her feet.

“You’re tired, I’ll send you off now.” Y/N whined in protest and Hoseok chuckled.

“But I want to stay with you.”

“What’d I say about saying things like that?” Hoseok teased as he watched her put on her shoes. She stood back up and smiled shyly at him.

“I had fun…Hoseok.” He smiled and cupped her cheek.

“Me too Y/N, me too.” He mumbled, his gaze shifting between her eyes and her lips. Y/N noticed the movement and felt her heart beat pick up.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?” he asked tenderly. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat and she nodded, leaning in to meet Hoseok’s lips.

His lips moved swiftly, yet softly against her own. They were soft and she could taste the leftover wine lingering on them as she moved with him. His hands held her gently, cupping and angling her face up towards his own. Her hands ran through his hair, gently tugging on the strands in an attempt to get closer. Hoseok groaned in the back of his throat and moved her up against the wall, letting his hand glide down her body to rest on her hips. His tongue gently parted her lips and Y/N moaned at the contact. The wine fueled their actions as they made out in Hoseok’s foyer, their hands gently tugging and pulling each other closer. Y/N wrapped a leg around Hoseok’s waist and he groaned, parting away from her lips.

“Y/N.” Hoseok moaned softly, guiding her leg back down to the floor.

“Wow,” she mumbled and Hoseok chuckled.

“If I continue I won’t be able to stop.” He admitted breathlessly, pulling Y/N into a sweet hug. She giggled against his chest when she felt his lips press into her hair.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He promised, placing a peck on her lips before opening the door for her.

“Goodnight Hoseok.” She smiled.

“Goodnight beautiful.”


Y/N hummed happily as she walked down the hallway to her apartment. On the way back home she decided to apologize to Jimin; after all, she did kind of start the argument in the first place. Besides, she didn’t like staying mad at her best friend; she loved him too much to do that. She unlocked the front door and yelled into the living space.

“Jimin! Hey man, I-“

She paused when she turned around to find Jimin on the couch with a girl in his lap. The smeared lipstick around Jimin’s mouth told her what had been going down and both people looked up at her; the girl in embarrassment and Jimin in shock.

“Jiminie, who’s this?” her voice sounded like bells, but behind the sweet façade Y/N could hear the malice in her words. Her heart clenched at the nickname she used, but Y/N smiled.

“I’m his roommate, Y/N. You must be Wheein, Jimin talks about you often. Excuse me.” She quickly said before scurrying off to her room. She sighed once her door closed.

He broke the rules, Y/N thought sadly as she changed into her pajamas. She laid down in bed, about to shut off the light and sink into a pit of anger and depression at what Jimin did, when her phone buzzed. She opened the message and smiled.

I hope you got home alright baby! I talked with TaeTae and he’s down for Monday if your guy is cool! I miss you already, I’ll be thinking about you all night. Sweet dreams, my love.

Underneath the message was a picture of Hoseok blowing her a kiss, and Y/N saved it to her phone. She giggled and shut off her light, the ill thoughts of Jimin leaving her until the morning.

Book Colour Challenge - January (Grey)

I’m doing a new challenge for myself this year to try and help me read more books from my tbr. I have so many books that have been sitting on my bookcase for so long but I keep putting them off for newer books. I though this would be a good way to still have some choice but also make myself read books from my shelf.

I’m trying to read three books of a certain colour each month, this month was Grey because January feels like a very grey month. I really enjoyed all the books I read for this in January and I’m excited to cross some books off my tbr!

I’m putting a list of the colours below if anyone is interested.

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Okay, one of the last updates of this one! I’ve wanted to add dirty/damaged textures to the crates too, so last night I sat down to recolour the crate in a bunch of colours. Same as the hallway bench, this crate has over 40 swatches why cant i ever just do a few swatches omg.

I decided to go along with my first idea and do a single crate version you can design your own bookcases/tables etc with, and also do presets! So that’s pretty much all that’s left to do. The single crate comes in a bunch of versions (lying/standing/upside down/open) so it’s super versatile and can be pretty much used in any way you want.

This crate thing got way out of hand omg. It was supposed to be a part of the bigger set, but it’s already a set on its own and I still have to add the preset bookcases haha. 

I’m starting a bookshelf fandom

There just isn’t enough appreciation for the art of shelving books these days.

I mean look at this:

SO BEAUTIFUL. SO SATISFYING. 

A Winter’s Ball

A/N: I! Love! This! Request! I’m super excited about this if you couldn’t tell by my overuse of exclamation points! This is my first hamiltime request! :O Sorry to the anon who requested this. They asked me to make it “really angst but with lots of fluff.” …..sorry, dearest, this is straight angst.

Request: may i request an alexander x female! schuyler sisters reader where the reader is the 4th schuyler sister. out of her, angelica, and eliza - reader connects the most with alexander at the winters ball. after the ball and many letters being exchanged, angelica and reader go to london where angelica gets married and reader has a better education. upon reader’s return, she sees that alex and eliza are engaged and alex never mentioned it in his letters!! pls make it rly angsty but w/a lot o fluff

Warnings: angst, historical inaccuracies

Masterlist | Request!

Tagged: @angerybisexual @linmanuclmiranda @always-blame-jefferson @ahhhhamilton @hxmiltonmusicxl @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens (I’m tagging my hamfam because why not?)


“I am so excited!” your sister, Eliza, squealed.

“Eliza, there’s a winter ball every year and the same thing occurs every time,” you groaned. “Father’s coworkers’ sons try to sweep us off our feet and fail miserably.”

“Y/N is right, love,” Angelica chimed in.

“Thank you, Angelica for being the voice of reason,” you said and smiled at your older sister.

“I have a feeling it will different this year,” Eliza said hopefully.

“You and me both,” you mumbled under your breath.

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In other news. For those very blessed/cursed few that know the state of my living space, it’s finally starting to shape up now that I have a second bookcase.

Not much, but it does give a slight rise of morale

Requiem

I felt like writing to make up for the fact that I haven’t uploaded in a while and won’t until Wednesday and I’ve been playing with this idea for a while.


Warnings: swears, death, suicide, the Murphys grieving/not grieving over Connor. Kinda ooc Connor?? Idk I cried reading this and also listened to A Little Bit of Light and made references to it in Cynthia’s bit so ahh.

Plot: Connor during Requiem basically.

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(Why should I play this game of pretend?
Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?
Such a great son and wonderful friend
Oh, don’t the tears just pour)


Connor watched as his sister looked down at the letters. He was never good and reading expressions other than anger or hatred, that being the only expression he had ever been met with and one he’d gotten accustom to. Zoe’s face seemed sad, but disgusted in a way. Disgusted at the letter in her hand, similar to how Connor felt since they weren’t his actual words, but different because that’s not why Zoe felt that way about the letters. She read over them and shook her head, seeming sarcastic as she mumbles to herself.
“Wow, he’s such a great son, and obviously a wonderful friend. Well don’t the damn tears just pour at that,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes and tossing the letters down on her bed, sitting down and crossing her legs at the foot of her bed. Connor does the same, sitting at the head of her bed with his legs brought up to his chest, his arms holding them closer to him. The bed didn’t dip when he sat, as he no longer had weight to make it do so.

(I could curl up and hide in my room
There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow
I could give in to all of the gloom
But tell me, tell me what for)

He heard a sniff and looked up. Was Zoe… crying? Why the fuck would she be crying? She should be happy, celebrating even. She could have a normal life now that her freak of a brother is gone. He stares at her and she shakes her head, mumbling to herself once more as she sniffs and wipes the tear from her cheek.
“No, no, no, I won’t give in, what’s the point in doing that?” She chuckles to herself, but it’s dry. She doesn’t smile like she does when she’s happy and giggling, and Connors surprised to find it breaks his heart to see she isn’t the happy girl she always was.

(Why should I have a heavy heart?
Why should I start to break in pieces?
Why should I go and fall apart for you?)

Connor jumps a bit as Zoe stands up abruptly. She takes the letters from where they lay on her bed and holds them, skimming them as a few more tears fall.
“Fuck you, Connor. Fuck you. Why should I be crying over you? You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve the satisfaction of making me cry. I won’t fall apart for you,” she says, switching between looking up and looking at the letters in her hand. Connor stand slowly, his eyes never leaving his sisters face. He feels oddly calm, and solemn, feeling he’s never felt before. Why would Zoe be so broken over his death?

(Why should I play the grieving girl and lie
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone dark without your light?
I will sing no requiem tonight)

“No, I won’t grieve you, Con, why should I? I… I don’t miss you, I won’t lie and say I do,” Connors surprised yet again at his emotions as he chokes on tears he didn’t want to fall. Why was he so hurt that Zoe said she wouldn’t miss him? He focuses on her words rather than how she says them, not noticing her hesitation and stutter as she claims to not miss him, “My life is gonna get better without you here, I-I won’t have to fear for my life anymore,” she walks over to a bookcase, Connor follows, making sure to keep a safe distance, as if she could turn around and tell him to fuck off at any moment. As if she could actually see him. She grabs a picture frame, Connor getting closer to look over her shoulder st the picture. It’s a photo of the two of them, probably at age 7 and 8. Both have gap-toothed grins at the camera, holding baskets of apples. The hand that isn’t occupied by the apple basket is around the other. Connor feels more tears fall. It’s been so long since he’d been in Zoe’s room, he realizes now he didn’t know what it looked like now, and he had no idea she kept this picture of them, or any for the matter. Zoe lets out a sob and hold the frame close to her chest.
“I will sing no requiem for you, Connor, not tonight,” she cries, Connor hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder. She looks at the shoulder, as if she can feel his presence, before closing her eyes and letting more tears fall.

(I gave you the world, you threw it away
Leaving these broken pieces behind you
Everything wasted, nothing to say
So I can sing no requiem)

Connor was brought to his old room by the familiar sound of his parents fighting. He stiffens and stays a fair distance away as he watches his father sigh and look at the letters in his hand, running the other hand through his hair.
“I gave you everything, Connor, and you went and threw it away,” Connors cold expression hardens. He should’ve expected Larry to be more angry than sad about his death. He studies his father and grows more anger, not noticing the tear that falls down his face, “Not even a goodbye, you left everything broken in your path, Connor. I will sing no requiem for you, Connor, son.” Connor listens to his fathers words. The man he despised for years, who he only referred to as Larry or Asshole, actually referred to his as his son. Connor, for once, feels like he isn’t a total disappointment to his father. He feels a single tear of his own fall down his bony cheek.
“Dad…” he says, knowing Larry can’t hear him.

(I hear your voice, I feel you near
Within these words, I finally find you
And now that I know that you are still here
I will sing no requiem tonight)

Connor wiped his eyes as he followed his mothers footsteps to his parents room. It’s yet another room he hasn’t been in in years, not since he and Zoe would jump into their bed when there was a storm to fear or a holiday to wake them up excitedly for. His mother is holding the letters close to her chest, the tear tracks already fresh as more continue to come. She smiles slightly.
“Oh, Connor, It feels like you’re still here,” she pulls the letter away to look at it yet again, “I can hear you again, I can read this and hear your voice,” she brings them back to her chest and closes her eyes. Another few tears fall and she smiles and continues, “I’ve finally found you, Con, I know who you are now. I wish I could’ve turned that light back on for you, My Spiderman.” Connor chews at the inside of his lip, his eyes tearing up at how happy Cynthia is. She’s hasn’t been this happy for as long as he can remember. A part of him screams that it’s because he’s gone and she won’t have to deal with him anymore, but another part of him tears up as she references the Spider-Man costume he wore every Halloween for three years.

(Why should I have a heavy heart?)

Connor feels tears fall as he sees his family deal with his death. He sees the empty boxes in his old room and how his family can’t bring themselves to pack them up, all for different excuses.

(Why should I say I’ll keep you with me?
Why should I go and fall apart for you?)

They don’t want to miss him, he knows it. He wishes he didn’t treat them like shit, but he couldn’t. Connor always had a hard time describing it, but something had turned off the light inside him one day, and it never quite came back on.

(Why should I play the grieving girl and lie
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone dark without your light?
(I can see your light))

He messes with the ends of his hoodies sleeves, ignoring the tears that fall as he sees his sister and father so stubborn to forget Connor and move on. Why was he so emotional about this? They should be happy and moved on from Connors death by now, so why was Connor so upset that they were trying to ignore his existence already?

(I will sing no requiem
Tonight)

‘No,’ Connor tells himself, ‘They won’t miss you, they aren’t upset that you’re dead, you don’t get to cry over them. This is what you wanted. This is what they wanted. This is what everyone wanted… right?’

(‘Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep
No one lights a candle to remember
No, no one mourns at all
When they lay them down to sleep)

Zoe looks at the letters as hot, angry tears run down her face, “No one mourns the bad guys. Nobody cries when the hero defeats the villain. Why should I be upset that you killed yourself, Connor!? You… you were a bad guy, an asshole. You-you deserved this. I deserve some happiness for once!” Zoe yells at the letters, pausing afterwards as if they’ll reply. She wishes they would reply. Connor wishes he could make them reply.

(So, don’t tell me that I didn’t have it right
Don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white
After all you put me through
Don’t say it wasn’t true
That you were not the monster
That I knew)

Connor watches as Zoe crumples the letters, throwing them to the other side of the room. They bounce off the light purple wall and land to the ground next to her desk.
“I don’t care anymore, as soon as I leave the house I’m gonna get a hundred people giving me their condolences for someone I don’t miss,” she sniffs again, Connor wishing she wouldn’t cry as he wipes a tear from his cheek, “Nobody, not Evan, not mom, nobody can tell me you weren’t the monster that I knew,” Zoe mumbles as she crumples to the ground. She looks up at the crumpled letters, horrified at what she’s done to them, and immediately picks them up and tries to smooth them out. She holds them to her chests and looks down, closing her eyes, finally giving in and letting the tears fall freely.

('Cause I cannot play the grieving girl and lie
Saying that I miss you
And that my world has gone dark)

“I-I’m sorry, Con, I can’t do it. I can’t miss you, it’s too hard. I can’t see enough in my darkened world to play the grieving girl.” Connor sits next to her tentatively, not sure what to do as he hasn’t been this close to, physically and emotionally, or seen his sister cry since they were children.

(I will sing no requiem)

Connor thinks of his mom, and the happiness she felt as she finally gets to know her son, even though it’s too late now. He blinks away the tears in his eyes, feeling them rush down his cheeks.

(I will sing no requiem)

Connor thinks of his father, how he wishes he could have at least gotten a goodbye, or anything out of Connor. He hates himself for crying over his dad. He’s hated his dad for as long as he can remember. Why now was he feeling guilt for his father, who had been nothing but horrible to him? Did he really try to be a dad to him? Connor shakes his head and looks back at Zoe sitting next to him, her shoulder shaking as she sobs.

(I will sing no requiem tonight)

“I miss you, Con,” she whispers, Connors eyes finally allowing the tears to really spill as he frantically tries to wipe them away. He fails, as the tears pour faster.

(Oh… oh…)

He puts an arm around Zoe’s shoulders, carefully.

(Oh…)

He kisses the top of her head protectively, surprising himself as he’s feeling regretful.

(Oh…)

“I’m sorry, Zo,” he rests his head on hers and closes his eyes and cries.