i wish i could blame work

For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw, so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  maxwelldpoetry | The fault in ourselves.

sure wish i could say i’m one of those people who can bait themselves into getting things done. like ohhh! let’s do this real quick and then you can go back to doing something more enjoyable!!!! instead i keep putting everything off until the last minute and the guilt and self-blame of doing that eats me alive

For a while, you were my every poem. I knew I couldn’t draw,  so I tried to write you down instead. I don’t think any of those pieces did you justice. No metaphors or similes I could pen could actually encompass what it was like to experience you. I wonder if you ever came across any of them, if you smiled or laughed or maybe even cried, depending on the content. They weren’t always happy pieces. I never did feel right seeing a sunset without you. Your voice was the only song I would never think of skipping if given the option, so when I was no longer allowed to hear it, I longed for it. I guess that’s how it goes when someone you love leaves. You wish you loved them harder and held onto them tighter when you had the chance, as if somehow the fault is in the strength of your muscles. Some would say that Shakespeare got it wrong, that the fault really is in our stars, that they just weren’t meant to be. I don’t know what to say about us. Maybe fate had something to do with it, but what about free will? You didn’t have to go. You could’ve stayed, we could’ve tried to make things work, but you decided to walk away anyway. How could I blame the stars for that?
—  The fault in ourselves. // Maxwell Diawuoh
Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you. (Part 2)

Originally posted by devoiddean

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Read Part 1 here!

“You are really close.” a soft voice said but you still almost jumped. You turned around to face Mary and let a soft chuckle.

“Did I scare you?” she asked and you gave her a sheepish smile.

“For a hunter my instincts are always fast asleep.” you said with a laugh “Much to Dean’s dismay. He’s taught me a lot of things but I always seem to do the wrong thing, can’t understand how he can be so patient.”

“He’s not usually.” she said with a small shrug as she took a sit on one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“I have noticed yeah, I guess.” you sai with a small shrug.

“He’s patient with you… and a lot of other things that he usually isn’t.” she noted and you were too occupied to notice the voice tone when she said the words.

“I think?” you gave her a shy smile “I just- we’re close, that’s all. Maybe I get to see a few other sides in him.”

“Only him?” she asked with a frown and you stopped for a moment to look at her blinking “I mean-” he started again “I haven’t been around for very long but- I just noticed that you and Dean and Sam are really… comfortable around each other. You really are a family.” for lack of better words.

You smiled just slightly at the thought of the Winchesters “They are my family Mary. I know that there might not be any blood relation but- but Sam, Dean and Cas are all I’ve got. I lost my family to some vampires and I would have died to if it wasn’t for your sons. That was about ten years ago and we’ve been through heaven and hell together. Literally.” you breathed out.

“They care about you a lot, I can see it.” she said in a low voice and you looked down shyly.

“I- I care about both of them a lot too.” somehow you didn’t understand how you separated them from Cas because the way you cared about them was completely different.

“I’m glad about that, I always wanted someone to look after them and… love them the way you do.”

“I’m not doing anything special, Mary.” you said honestly “It comes naturally, I can’t help it. They’ve done so much for me that I just- it’s impossible to not love them, considering who they are.” yu shrugged and she nodded her head.

“I know that, I know. I just-” he bit on her lower lip for a moment “I was wondering if- I don’t want to intrude or something I just thought that- do you probably see them or any of them any… different?”

“Different? How?” you blinked, although part of you already knew what she was trying to say.

Mary was ready to say something but all words got caught in her throat when she saw her two sons enter the kitchen. They both gave her a kiss on the cheek and greeted her but before they could exchange a ew words they noticed you standing there, ready to prepare dinner and jumped at the opportunity to help.

“Hey what were you talking about?” Dean asked in a low voice as he glanced at Castiel sitting next to Mary and getting into a conversation with her.

“It was-” you paused for a moment, biting your lower lip in thought “It was nothing. Just an easy chat, nothing special.”

“You sure?” Sam asked and you glanced at him, smiling the exact same smile you gave to Dean.

“Yeah, Sammy. Don’t sweat it, casual girl stuff you two giants can’t understand.” you gave him a wink as he grabbed some of the ingredients still needed.

“I mean I can’t but not even Samantha?” Dean asked with a tilt of his head, raising an eyebrow and you snickered.

“Funny much.” Sam rolled his eyes “Hey Deanna, next time period cramps start don’t ask me to go get you all the chocolate I can find.” he said with a smirk, reminding you of a particularly fun case and Dean only scoffed at him.

“I won’t.” he shrugged, wrapping two arms protectively around you “I have (Y/n) for that, at least I can understand her better than you do.” he said in a childish way and you rolled your eyes laughing at them.

“Come on girls, don’t get your panties in a twist. We got dinner to prepare.” you joked, pushing Dean away with your buttas he smirked at you.

“Oh are we getting some action baby? Not here, let’s go get a room first.” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at how flirty he was.

“Can we get to cooking already?” Sam asked with a bitch face and you smiled at his obvious attempt and fail to hide his jealousy. You leaned up and pecked his cheek without a warning – but wait did you ever really warn them? - and nodded your head.

“Sam’s right, as much as I love you too goofballs my stomach really needs the food right now. And it’s that much I could almost chose it over you right now.” you said with chuckle, eyes focused on the task at hand and therefore you were unable to see the smiles that spread on both men’s faces.

“Mary” Castiel’s soft voice made the woman avert her eyes from the sight in front of her. Of course she’d heard the small word and of course unlike you she had not failed to see her sons’ smiles. They were so much alike not just between the two of them but also to that John had when she told him the first time that she loved him.

She knew that this wasn’t the first time you were saying the small word, she’d heard you say to Dean once and althoughshe hadn’t heard a thing she didn’t doubt you’d spoken it to Sam too. Maybe they didn’t say it back but she could see they wanted to and she could see crystal clear from their smiles that they felt it too.

She sighed, looking back at the angel “I’m sorry Castiel, I am just too occupied-”

“Thinking? Yeah, I noticed that. Is everything alright?” he asked with a small adorable frown and she sighed.

“I’m afraid that my answer will be no different from yesterday Castiel.” she looked down at her hands, shaking her head with a frown.

“Are you still worried that they might-”

“That’s the thing Cas.” she cut him off gently “It’s not a might, there is no single doubt about it anymore. I mean, look at the way they look at her. Look at the way they smile after she told them she loves them, they-” she felt her throat close and shook her head, rubbing her forehead.

“It’s… quiet complicated.” Castiel only said in a low voice as he watched you and the Winchesters too occupied with chatting and cooking to care to listen to anything else. It always seemed to be like this, whether you were with one or both of the two men you seemed to not have eyes for anything else. Your full attention was on him/them and nobody else.

“Complicated doesn’t even begin to cover it.” she said “And I don’t even know where to stand, Castiel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I always looked forward to this day, to see them smile like this: happy and without a single worry even if it was for just an hour. Because that would mean they’d found their own heaven in the woman they loved but now- what kind of heaven is this Castiel? How could any of them ever really be happy knowing that the other is actually in hell because of what is going on.”

“They’re strong, they- they will work it out.”

“Can it be worked out? I mean Castiel as a mother I only want them to be happy but- now I can’t have that because either way one of them will end up hurt. How am I supposed as a mother to stand seeing even one of my sons hurt like that? I always knew something like this would happen I just- I never wished for it to be exactly like this.”

“Their fate has been sealed long ago, Mary. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“But I could do something- I should do. The moment I brought Sam as a baby back home from the hospital I saw that the bond they had started to develop would be the strongest one but- but I fear it, Cas. I fear that the bond I saw them develope years ago will be put to the test and I can’t stand to watch it.”

“Mary it’s their decision to make, it’s not your fault.” he tried to reassure her.

“It is but I- I am scared of that decision, Cas. Whatever it is we know that both of them will hurt one way or another. Their lives had been sealed ever since Dean first held Sam in his arms, they were tied and whatever choice one makes the other will face the consequences. One is meant to sacrifice for the other every time and vice versa- how can a mother deal with that Castiel?”

How?

{RP Starters} Coldplay X&Y Album

❝ You’re in control. ❞  
❝ Is there anywhere you want to go?  ❞  
❝ Is there anything you want to know?  ❞
❝ The future’s made for discovering.  ❞  
❝ You just want somebody listening to what you say. ❞ 
❝ It doesn’t matter who you are. ❞ 
❝ What if there was no light? ❞ 
❝ What if there was no time? ❞ 
❝ What if you should decide that you don’t want me there by your side? ❞ 
❝ Let’s take a breath, jump over the side. ❞ 
❝ Every step that you take could be your biggest mistake. ❞ 
❝ I want to feel like that. ❞
❝ Maybe you’ll get what you wanted. ❞
❝ I cannot hear, you’re breaking up. ❞
❝ An answer now is what I need. ❞
❝ Oh come on, love, stay with me. ❞
❝ Could it be worse? ❞
❝ Lights will guide you home. ❞
❝ I will try to fix you. ❞  
❝ But if you never try, you’ll never know just what you’re worth. ❞
❝ I promise you, I will learn from my mistakes. ❞
❝ I can’t get through. ❞
❝ I’ve been trying hard to reach you, ‘cause I don’t know what to do. ❞
❝ I can’t believe it’s true. ❞ 
❝ I’m so scared about the future, and I wanna talk to you. ❞ 
❝ In the future, where will I be? ❞ 
❝ Are you lost or incomplete? ❞ 
❝ Tell me how you feel. ❞ 
❝ Nothing’s really making any sense at all. ❞ 
❝ Let’s talk. ❞ 
❝ I’m diving off the deep end. ❞ 
❝ You became my best friend. ❞ 
❝ I wanna love you, but I don’t know if I can. ❞ 
❝ I know something is broken, and I’m trying to fix it. ❞ 
❝ How long before I get in? ❞ 
❝ How long before you decide? ❞ 
❝ Where to, where do I go? ❞ 
❝ How long am I gonna stand with my head stuck under the sand? ❞ 
❝ I’ll start before I can stop. ❞ 
❝ If you could see it, then you’d understand. ❞ 
❝ Some things, you have to believe. ❞ 
❝ All those signs, I knew what they meant. ❞ 
❝ You don’t have to be alone. ❞
❝ Your heavy heart is made of stone. ❞    
❝ I’m not gonna take it back. ❞ 
❝ You’re the target that I’m aiming at. ❞ 
❝ Got to get that message home. ❞ 
❝ I’m nothing on my own. ❞ 
❝ I love you, please come home. ❞ 
❝ You see the world in black and white. ❞ 
❝ You think you’ll never get it right – but you’re wrong. You might. ❞ 
❝ You mean more to me than any color I see. ❞ 
❝ All you ever wanted was love, but you never look hard enough. ❞ 
❝ I feel low. ❞ 
❝ The hardest part was letting go. ❞
❝ I could feel it go down… ❞ 
❝ I wish that I could work it out. ❞ 
❝ You really broke my heart. ❞ 
❝ I tried to sing, but I couldn’t think of anything. ❞ 
❝ You left the sweetest taste in my mouth. ❞ 
❝ I wonder what it’s all about. ❞ 
❝ Everything I do is wrong. ❞ 
❝ Everything I do, it just comes undone. ❞ 
❝ Everything is torn apart. ❞ 
❝ That’s the hardest part. ❞ 
❝ I can only blame myself. ❞ 
❝ You can only blame me. ❞ 
❝ That’s where I belong. ❞ 
❝ You belong with me. ❞ 
❝ You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes. ❞ 
❝ What good is it to live with nothing left to give? ❞ 
❝ Don’t fight for the wrong side. ❞ 
❝ Say how you feel. ❞ 
❝ If somebody made it, someone will mess it up. ❞ 
❝ It belongs to all of us. ❞ 
❝ I feel my time – my time has come. ❞ 
❝ Let me in. Unlock the door. ❞ 
❝ I’ve never felt this way before. ❞ 
❝ I don’t know which way I’m going. ❞ 
❝ I don’t know which way I’ve come. ❞ 
❝ I need someone who understands. ❞ 
❝ For you, I’ve waited all these years. ❞ 
❝ For you, I’d wait ‘til Kingdom Come. ❞ 
❝ Just say you’ll wait for me. ❞ 
❝ I wouldn’t change a single thing. ❞ 

Dramatic Switch

Pairing: Forming Platonic Prinxiety

Prompt:Anxiety & Prince wake up with their clothing swapped, but they can’t change so have to film a video as eachother.

This is a fic for @daymeetsnight for the Sanders Sides fic exchange! I got it done just in time, and it turned out WAY longer than I expected (2935 words), and angstier than planned, but I really hope you like it. 


“What the hell?! Give me back my hoodie!”

“How dare you disgrace my royal sash! Hand it over!”

Both were more than happy to comply, but couldn’t seem to get the other’s garments off. This left Virgil in Roman’s royal attire, and Princey as an emo nightmare. They, of course, panicked.

“We are to film a video today, and Thomas will be summoning us any minute!” The royal exclaimed in all his dramatics, “I am a Prince! I cannot possibly allow my subjects to see me looking like I just stepped out of Dead, Goth, &Beyond!”

“Yeah, ‘cause I totally want to look like I just mugged Prince Charming,” Virgil rolled his eyes at the prince as he crossed his arms. “So Sir Creativity, what do we do? I have an image to maintain.”

Roman!Thomas’s voice suddenly echoed through the mind palace.

“Gah!” Roman resisted the call as they started panicking more. “Oh! Um… Oh! Quickly, switch places with me! We will simply act like each other, and no one will know!”

Virgil opened his mouth to point out how stupid he thought this idea was, but as Thomas called again, he groaned and switched places with Roman before popping into Thomas’s living room.

‘He’s lucky I read the scripts to death,’ Virgil thought as he struck Roman’s signature entering pose.

“Hello, common folk! Did you miss me?” The commonly dark trait grinned with a flourish.

“Roman, what took so long?” Thomas whispered.

“My apologies. You see, I was caught up in an epic battle with the Dragon Witch and lost track of time.” Virgil thought up as he pretended to fight some unseen beast.

This seemed to be Princey enough for the others as Logan rolled his eyes, Thomas nodded, and Patton grinned.

“Aw! Way to go Kiddo!” The Dad beamed.

Virgil felt absolutely ridiculous performing the action, but as everyone accepted the lie and continued on with the video, his smile became a little more genuine.

Being part of Thomas, he enjoyed acting just like the others, but if any of them truly knew him, they’d know his passion could rival the very royal he was playing. That’s why he always made Thomas so nervous before a performance. He, more than anyone, understood how much they were all truly capable of, and–while he sometimes insisted with things that there was no point in trying–acting was not one of these things, and he wanted Thomas to truly give nothing but his absolute all, even if it was just an audition. If his presence didn’t cause Thomas anxiety, he’d probably be right there on stage with him and Princey.

Acting also allowed the dark trait to be someone else. He didn’t have to be ‘the embodiment of a dark and stormy night’ as Roman once phrased it. He could be free. So as they continued the video, that’s exactly what he was. Free. He played the part of roman with everything he had. Arguing with Logan, encouraging Thomas, and not so subtly degrading Patton; he didn’t enjoy the last part nearly as much but a role was a role, and for once in his existence, the confidence he gave off was real.

Anxiety loved every second of playing the dramatic, overly confident Prince as he threw out another vague reference with a smirk. Every second that is, until the real Princey popped up to play him, and shoot down ‘his’ idea.

Virgil gave Princey’s sassy retort without missing a beat or the barely concealed look of impressed surprise the royal gave him as he responded. He hid his blush, and continued on as though nothing had happened, but as filming went on, Virgil began to notice Princey acting strange.

Being the anxious trait, part of his job was to analyze everything in an instant, and though Roman played him flawlessly, Virgil still almost broke character to frown. As far as Virgil could tell, none of the others had noticed, but the real Prince looked like he was trying to hide the fact that he was in physical pain even as he rolled his eyes as Anxiety.

‘What’s wrong with him?’ Virge wondered as they continued to play each other so no one would know they were stuck in each other’s clothes.

He started to become actually worried, however, when he noticed Roman’s bangs becoming slowly limper as they dampened with sweat. This was when Anx knew this had to end soon, and used the influence he apparently held as Prince to start trying to get the video to move along faster with more one take shots.

It seemed to work, and in no time, Thomas declared them done and they gave their final words before sinking out one by one so Thomas could start editing, and  everyone dispersed back to their rooms once back in the mind palace.

Roman tried to use this to escape to his room as well, but Virgil had sunk out before him so was waiting for him outside the currently emo royal’s room.

“What’s wrong? You look more like death than I usually do,” Virgil immediately questioned the prince.

Said prince tried to hide a wince at being found out that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Virgil, even as the royal smirked. “Whatever are you talking about?”

“One of my roles as Thomas’s Anxiety is to analyze everything to death to prevent Thomas from making mistakes. Everything includes people so Thomas doesn’t make social blunders. The whole video, you looked like you were in physical pain, and half-way through, you started sweating like there was a great strain on you. What. Is. Wrong?” The dark trait asked with punctuation to each word of the original question to show Princey wasn’t avoiding it.

It was at this point Roman knew he lost. “Can we go in my room for this? I don’t want to worry the other two if they hear,” Roman sighed as he went in his room before the other could answer.

This confused Virgil, but he followed Roman into the Broadway meets Disney tornado version of Thomas’s house with a shrug.

“Jeez, you really do have 101 Disney posters don’t you? I was just kidding when I said that, but I can’t believe it was true.” He gave a half-laugh as he sat on the couch.

“Disney is no joking matter!” Princey huffed, back to his usual dramatics now that he was in the safety of his own room. He appeared more at ease almost immediately.

“So what happened between the times we were in the commons to the time you popped up?” Virgil asked bluntly, feeling the ‘entering someone else’s space’ formalities had been met sufficiently enough.

Roman sighed extra dramatically, “Anxi-my apologies- Virgil, what do I represent?”

The question confused the darker trait, but he responded none the less, “Thomas’s ego, romance, love of the theatre, creativity, and his obsession with Disney?”

“What is another name for theatre?” Roman prompted.

“Drama,” Virgil answered without hesitation.

“Exactly! Virgil, I am Thomas’s theatrics. I am the literal embodiment of drama!” he posed. “You on the other hand,” he pointed to Anxiety, “are even less dramatic than Logan.”

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with you being in pain?” Virgil asked, already having an idea, but wanting confirmation.

“Uuuuugh! Being a Drama King is part of my job! It becomes physically painful to not be my fabulous self!” Roman sighed with a hair flip as though it was the most tragic thing on Earth. “It’s not just an attention thing you know? Though I deserve to have all eyes on moi.”

Virgil sat in silence for a moment, mulling over what he just learned. “Why did you suggest we switch then if you knew it would hurt so much?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “Virgil, have I ever once, in the entire time you have known me, not been dramatic?”

“You had no clue it would hurt.”

“None at all,” the royal confirmed with a wave of his hand. “The closest I have come to feeling that was when I was apologizing to you, but we were all panicking so I figured it was that.”

“I see,” Virgil nodded. He had been about to call Roman a dolt for not knowing something so important but merely hid his own wince, blaming himself slightly now.

“Yes, but like a true actor,” Prince boasted proudly, “I worked through the pain to put on a stunning performance of our very own Boy Glummer that fooled everyone.”

Virge just rolled his eyes, “Please, your eye roll game was weak.”

Roman huffed, about to retort before he smirked instead, “Yes, I can admit that I could use some practice playing a dark prince. Maybe you could give me some pointers. You seemed to be enjoying yourself out there playing me.”

Anx turned scarlet almost immediately, and wished more than anything that he had his foundation back to hide it. “Shut up,” he snapped, “I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Oh really?” The prince continued to smirk, enjoying the other’s reaction, “Because you could have fooled me you were me.”

Virgil tried hiding in the collar of the royal shirt he was still wearing, wanting his hoodie, “I didn’t want them to find out…”


Roman smiled lightly now, “Virgil, calling Logan ‘My Chemical Reaction’ wasn’t in the script. I’m actually extremely disappointed it hasn’t been before.”

“Improv,” Virge mumbled, trying to sink into the couch now, unable to handle the compliments.

The royal sighed dramatically again as he sat on the couch with the darker, “Virgil, I’m not teasing you now. That was truly amazing. Why did you not tell us you could act?”

“I am part of Thomas, technically we can all act…”

“I highly doubt the glasses duo could act like that. You were completely unrecognizable as Virgil. Why hide such talent?” Roman pushed, truly impressed.

Virgil sighed, “To avoid this,” gesturing between the two of them. “To use theatre terms, your tragic flaw is you physically cannot not be dramatic. Mine is that I cannot handle praise. The fact that your room seems to boost confidence is probably the only reason I am not having a self-deprecating panic attack,” he admitted, hiding in his knees and awaiting the backlash.

Roman frowned, “By jones, that’s horrible!” embracing the other on an instinct to protect the vulnerable. “Patton compliments you all the time! Why did you never say anything?”

“…It does feel how it’s supposed to at first…nice that is…, but later, when I get back to my room, the room and my own brain start picking it apart and putting me back in my place. That’s why I enjoyed the acting. I was someone other than me.”

Princey’s heart broke hearing the revelation, and subconsciously held him closer, “Oh Virgil…what about now? What happened just now?” He asked this, but honestly he was afraid to hear an answer he was sure he already knew.

Virgil looked up at Roman for a second with an expression that confirmed his suspicions as he caught sight of the wetness in his eyes before he looked down again.

“…🎵You think you do the right thing, but incidentally You find the whole world prefer it differently~🎵”

Virgil sang quietly as Roman’s heart slowly sank more and more, “🎵I never wanted to be the bad guy🎵” he finished for the other. “You still don’t trust me.” Roman sighed, honestly hurt, but understanding why.

“I’m trying,” Virgil sighed, “but you spent so long insulting and making fun of me, it’s difficult. That apology was the first honestly nice thing you said to me you know? That’s why the panic set in so fast afterwards because the room was trying to decide if it was a lie or not and it caused an Anxiety Dump. Even now I’m still trying to accept it because my head keeps pointing out that it was scripted. Since it hurt though, I guess now I know it was real.” Another sigh. “When Logan praises me, there’s no anxiety because Lo finds lying an illogical waste of time and only gives his honest opinion. Patton is nice to everyone, so there is some anxiety over whether it’s true, but ultimately he is Morality and lying is wrong. You on the other hand, what do you have to gain from lying to someone like me? Every compliment you’ve ever given me has always been backhanded. Even this conversation started with you trying to tease me! …So yeah, I’m trying to start trusting you, but it’s hard.”

Virgil let all of this out with the confidence of the room acting as his backbone before he returned to sitting silently. As the silence stretched, however, Virgil tried looking up at the prince, but was cut short as Princey gathered him uncomfortably close and hid his face the anxious side’s shoulder. The darker immediately started squirming, of course, uncomfortable and startled. “Hey! What’s the big i-” That’s when he felt it through the thinner fabric of the prince’s shirt that he was wearing. Roman was crying.

“I am so sorry Virgil. I honestly just assumed it was our normal banter. I never thought to consider your side of thi- no, that is no excuse. I am a prince after all. I should have considered the feelings of all of my subjects, and that includes you Virgil. Especially after your video. Good God, I am horrible. I have been making an effort to call you by your proper name since you decided to trust us with it, but I still cannot do something as simple as be nice to you. For the love of Disney, I reacted to our current situation with accusing you of disgracing my sash when in truth, I am irritated that you look better in it than I do! Now I learn what I assumed was harmless and playful banter would have sent you into an attack. Virgil I am so truly sorry. You are amazing, and an amazing actor on top of it. I can promise that with complete sincerity. That performance was astounding, and you should be proud of yourself. Not even the Sherlock and Watson impersonators could tell it wasn’t me, and to assure you I am speaking from my heart with no dramatics, I can literally say that it would indeed kill me to compliment you at this point, so please know that only about half the stuff I have said since the ‘The Dark Side of Disney’ video, and absolutely nothing since your video was ever meant to hurt you. I would clichély ask if you could ever forgive me, but I would not blame you if you never could. I am so sorry Virgil, but know that you are wonderful, and deserve so much better than how you have been treated. You should never need to feel like you need to be anyone but you.”

Virgil sat frozen in absolute shock as he tried to gather his thoughts. Slowly he hugged Roman back and sighed, “Roman, self-deprecating remember? Anything you said, I had already thought a hundred and one times before. I was never actually upset with you. I was mad at myself that you were right. Don’t apologize for nothing. I’ll probably always think like this…, but thank you. I wasn’t trying to blame you at all. It just came out that way. I just wanted you to know why it will be a while before I don’t internally cringe at any praise from you…Can you please stop crying now? I seriously am not worth crying over.” He mumbled awkwardly.

Prince glared at him now, “Virgil Sanders, just stop it,” Roman warned with his inner Patton coming out. “You are too worth it. You will always be worth it, and from now on, it will be my life’s mission to make sure you know it! And if you ever truly need to be someone else for a while to cope, you now have full access to my costume room.” Roman, decided, producing a skeleton key for said closet that he forced into Virgil’s grasp. “Just please know how much you are loved,” he whispered.

Virgil stared at Princey wide-eyed as he blushed. Roman quickly followed suit as he realized what he just said, “By all of us, of course!” He clarified quickly, face the color of his sash as he covered it with is hands.

Virgil gave the prince one of his rare genuine smiles, and buried his face in Roman’s chest as he hugged him. “Thank you, Roman. Thank you…After hearing that….I think it will be easier now.”

Roman grinned as he hugged the dark prince back without hesitation. “Of course, Virgil. We really do love you,” he smiled, petting the other’s hair.

Virgil made a happy noise that honestly almost sounded like a happy kitten as they stayed like that for a while, taking in their new fragile alliance until Virge thought of something. “Hey, Roman?”

“Yes, dark prince?”

Virgil smiled at that one. “So you think I look better than you in this get up?”

Roman groaned. “We were having such a nice moment!” He exclaimed, back to his dramatics as Virgil cackled next to him. He smiled despite himself; he was just glad to see the other happy. ‘He truly is wonderful, and I will happily spend the rest of my life making sure he knows it every day.’

With this vow in place, Roman finally caved and joined Virgil in his laughter, mismatched clothes all but forgotten.

Christine and Chloe eventually convince Michael to tell Jeremy how he feels
Michael decides to do it over text since he doesn’t think he could handle doing it in person

Michael: Hey Jeremy can we talk? 
Jeremy: sure whats up
Michael: This is gonna be hard for me to say but
Jeremy: hey its ok take your time
Michel: I have a huge crush on you and I’ve had it for a few years now.  Sorry.
Jeremy: shit im sorry michael but I dont feel the same im sorry
Michael: Oh right yeah sorry dude didn’t mean to make this awkward haha
Jeremy: you ok
Michael: I’m sure I’ll be fine 

Michael’s crying at this point 
Both Chloe and Christine had convinced him to tell Jeremy because they thought he felt the same
But obviously, they were wrong
Of course they were
Why would anyone like Michael
He was annoying
Loud
Stupid
A loser 
A stoner
And to top it all off now he didn’t even have a best friend 

When Michael tells her, Chloe is all ready to fight Jeremy but Michael tells her to let it go
Over time the group splits
With Michael, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine in one grou[
And Jeremy, Rich and Jake in the other
Over time the two sides of the group lose most contact
Though Chloe and Jake still talk from time to time 

In his second year of college, Jeremy works out that he is definitely bi after a few nights at a club 
In his last year of college, Jeremy realises that he was actually in love with Michael 
But it’s too late to do anything about that 

Chloe invites both sides of the group to her and Brooke’s wedding  
Everyone shows
Except Jeremy
Michael tries not to let it get to him
But it does
He’s just so angry that Jeremy allowed all of this to become so awkward between them
They were meant to be a team
Player 1 and Player 2
Who cares if it’s platonic or romantic?
He just wants his best friend back

Rich and Jake’s wedding? No Jeremy 

When Brooke has her first kid? No Jeremy 

When Jenna gets promoted to head of her newspaper? No Jeremy 

When Michael is half asleep on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand after looking after Christine Lohst all day? Of course that’s when he shows up 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK 
Ugh they’re gonna start to shout soon
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Oh hell yeah I’ll open it soon
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
It sucks Chlo left me here alone
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Here in this toddler’s battle zone
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG
I feel a headache coming up
BANG BANG BANG BANG
Is Chloe ever giving up?
Splash splash splash splash
Throw some water in my face
Now I’m in a better place I open up the door and - 

“JeReMy!" 
"MiChAeL!”
“Wait why are you surprised? This is my house”
“Christine said it was he- oh shit”
“Christine said what?”
“NOTHING”
“You’re a terrible liar Jeremy”
“But she didn’t say ANYTHING”
Michael raises an eyebrow
“Really?”
“Ok fine well she may have told me that this was her new apartment and so I was stopping in to visit her like I usually do”
“…you usually visit Christine?”
“…yeah”
“So are you two…”
“NO NO NO she’s not my type”
“Oh”
“Yeah”
“Why are you still here Jeremy? Christine’s not here.  Unless you wanted lil Christine in which case she’s sleeping in the guest room”
“Right yeah sorry.  I’m bothering you aren’-”
“You’re no-”
“I’ll jus-”
“You don’t ha-”
“By-”
“COME IN FOR A DRINK”
“Uh what?”
“Would you like to come in for a drink?”
“Oh I…”
“You don’t have to Jeremy, it was just an idea”
“No it’s ok I’ll come in”

Michael finds another wine glass
“Red ok?”
“Red’s perfect thanks”

“So Jeremy how’s everything? What are you doing now?" 
“Oh I’m a games developer”
“You don’t look particularly excited about that? That was like your dream job”
“Oh well normally people get really bored when I talk about work”
“Jeremy you’re talking to the guy who was tempted to play apocalypse of the damned with his adopted niece this morning”
Jeremy looks at up that
“Apocalypse of the damned huh? We never did finish it did we?”
“Never too late to continue”
Both of them look at each other and then there’s a quick scramble to the living room

“I don’t know how well it’s gonna work cos I obviously haven’t played it in years" 
“Dude the console doesn’t have a speck of dust don’t lie to me you probably played this yesterday”
“Shut up Mr Games Developer”
“Touché”
The loading screen comes up and it’s just like high school again
Just the two of them
Michael presses start an-
“UNCLE JEREMY”
Lil Christine comes in
“Uh hey Chrissie”
“Uncle Michael why didn’t you tell me Uncle Jeremy was gonna be here”
“I didn’t know myself”
“Mom’s gonna be so happy”
Both men look at each other
Michael speaks first
“Uh why?”
“Because mom is always talking about how you two should have been together and now you are!”

Jeremy and Michael both go bright red and neither of them speaks
“OH NO I BROKE YOU!”
Michael manages to get some words out  
“Nah Chrissie it’s fine.  Why don’t you back to bed and I’ll come in and see you in a moment”
“But I want to talk to Unc-”
“Christine Lohst - bed now”
“Fiiiiiiiiine" 

"I’m sorry about her”
“She’s not the one who’s apparently been telling her three year old that we should be together”
“Chloe has very strong feelings about what happened in high school”
“So do I”
Michael stares at him, saying nothing
 "I shouldn’t have let your feelings get in the way of our friendship and I’m so sorry that I did.  It was stupid and I hate myself for it"
“Wait shit no don’t say that.  I’m just as much to blame as you are.  It’s not like I really tried to keep our friendship together.  I thought it’d be easier to just let it fall apart.”
“So we’re both sorry and stupid and wish we could be friends again?”
“Definitely”
“Then I’m glad to be your new old friend Michael Mell”
“And I’m glad to be yours Jeremy Heere”
“I should probably tell you something though”
“What?”
“In my last year of college I worked something out - I was an idiot in high school.”
“We already said this”
“For another reason.  I was an idiot because I didn’t realise I was head over heels for you" 
"WHAT”
“I’m sorry Michael.  It took me so long to figure it out and I just rejected you in high school even though I felt the same”
“What about now?”
“What?”
“Do you feel the same now?”
Jeremy takes in Michael
His scruffy hair, his glasses that need to be pushed up, the oversized hoodie he still hasn’t gotten rid of and looks into his eyes
“Yes" 
"Oh”
“Oh?”
“Oh”
“Well, what about you Michael? Do you still like me?”
Michael doesn’t even hesitate
“YES”
“OH”
“OH”

tbh i feel like everyone that knows sebastian stan is like lowkey in love with him. anthony mackie spent the entire press tour for cacw complimenting him on how good he was looking, on how good he was in catws, on how much funnier he was this press tour. chris evans is like “i love sebastian he’s just the sweetest kid in the world, i wish you could all know him”. don saladino in literally every work out video he posts, is yelling at everyone else there, but the moment he has to motivate Seb he’s like “i’ll help you man, you got this” and then when he does something well he’s like “seb is smashing it! good boy Seb, amazing work”. like everyone that knows him is lowkey in love with him and i don’t blame them even slightly

distracted

I feel like I’m losing a part of myself to distraction.  The world around me–especially the electronic world–is so full of stimuli that I crave.  There’s so many bright colors to look at, so many videos where the punchline arrives in 30 seconds or less, so many handy little chunks of information.  So many opportunities to feel rage or awe or laughter, but only for a moment, a little flash of the emotion before I’m on to the next thing.  And increasingly I’m eating the Internet like potato chips, always taking a few more nibbles, never having a full meal of thought.

It’s becoming a compulsion, and I don’t like it.  It’s stealing my ability to sit down and think.

This isn’t a “old man shakes fist at cloud” post where I say this is a wholly bad thing, or ought not to exist.  Human creativity is beautiful, and that includes all the potato-chip, easily consumed creativity.  I don’t blame these things for existing.

I just wish I could get lost in a book again.  I can still read, but it’s very… read a page, check Reddit, check Tumblr, read a page, watch a YouTube clip, read a page, decide to put a Netflix video on in the background because I can’t deal with silence anymore…

I would like to invite silence back into my life.

I would like to read a book and see the sights, hear the voices, because that book is the only thing in my mind.

I would like to start a project and work on it all day without thinking “I wonder if anything really groundbreaking has been posted on Reddit in the last 45 seconds?  I MUST KNOW.”

The good news is, I know this can change.  I know that I actually love moments when I’m not hyperstimulated, but it’s very hard for me to initiate those moments.  So I’m going to try and work on this gradually.  If I can go even five minutes today without grabbing for distractions, I’ll call that a win, and try for ten minutes tomorrow.

It feels so boring and lonely to cut myself off from the constant flow of beauty and information.

It feels like fighting to get a piece of myself back.

Stiles The Pirate

@eternalsterek-broughttolife​ | AO3 - A back-up gift specifically requested by me, and seeing how everyone was able to get their gifts in, I’m going to gift it to myself haha (especially since this is the sweetest little fic).

by @poetry-protest-pornography

Stiles works at a water park, one day he finds a little girl with dark hair and intense eyes crying and has to help her find her family.


The familiar chlorine-sunscreen-warm pavement smell of Riverwood Water Park is a strange comfort as Stiles walks toward the staff locker room; nostalgia and fond memories always rushed through Stiles when he was at the park. The fact that this would–hopefully–be his last summer working there was both sad and exciting. 

It wouldn’t be easy saying goodbye to the place he’d visited so often with his mom and dad as a kid, the place where he had worked every summer since he was sixteen. Manning Pirate Cove, a scale model of a pirate ship designed for younger children, with slides where canons would be found and a swirling sprayer that moved with the ship’s wheel, had become his favorite summertime distraction. The enthusiasm and joy that little kids unabashedly threw into splashing each other and climbing and fun made Stiles feel joyous by proxy.

Closing his locker in the staff showers, he allowed himself to feel a little melancholy. Graduating and moving on to grad school that was no closer to his dad or his friends was hard. He’d always half planned on coming back to California, but he’d had to wave adios to that plan when a full scholarship offer came in for a program in Colorado.

It was going to be hard to have say goodbye to his coworkers, too. Some of them had been working with him since he started, and they’d grown up together, one summer at a time. They’d shared cookouts and after work meals, then after work drinks and dancing as they became old enough for it. End of season parties, bonfire hookups, summer flings. 

The thought of leaving Erica and Boyd especially filled him with disappointment; they’d been spending their summers together for the last five seasons, and they’d had more than a handful of those s’mores and summer heat-flavored nights. Now, they were the best of friends, speaking often even when Stiles was on the other side of the country and longing for summer and open-skied nights in his adequate but lonely student apartment.

That he would not miss. Even with the personal touches he’d managed to add, a half-sized kitchen, a shower with the water pressure of a jammed squirt gun, and barely enough room for a two-seater couch and a desk with a rolling chair never felt much like home.

Summers at Riverwood, though, that was definitely part of home for him. Permanent chlorine scent, shrieking kids, and all.

What wasn’t normal though, was a crying child. Yet, just inside the gate where he entered Pirate Cove, there was a young girl–around five if Stiles had to guess–rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes, fruitlessly trying to stop the tears spilling from her green and gold eyes. Her long dark hair was escaping from the tight braid she wore, and she clutched at her brightly striped towel like a lifeline.

Stiles pasted on his friendliest, most reassuring smile and stooped down so he was at her eye level. “Hi, sweetheart, my name is Stiles. Is there something that I can help you with? I work here, so if you’re lost, or if something happened that upset you, I can help.”

When she looked up at him, her lip was wobbling and she was taking big, shuddering breaths, but she was obviously trying to get herself to calm down; Stiles was impressed with her control.

“I was pl-playing in the wave pool, an’ then I thought I saw a bunny by the fe-fence, so I went t’ see it, but it was go-one!” she sobbed, getting more upset as she went on. “Then I got lost, and now I can’t find my-my-m-” she started crying again, too much now to finish her sentence, so Stiles put a cautious hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, that is something I can definitely fix,” he said, letting a little enthusiasm into his voice in the hopes that his confidence would reassure her. “Can you tell me your name?”

She sniffed, but gave him a wobbly smile and answered “Tali.” 

“Well, Tali,” he said, returning her smile, “Do you think you could hold my hand so we can stick together on the way back to the wave pool?” At her nod, he stood up, and offered his hand. Hers felt so small in his that he had a moment of panic at being responsible for someone so little. Then reality settled over him and his years of experience with kids kicked in as he rolled his eyes at himself. 

Keep reading

I nearly wished the writers never went down that tomstar road because i’ve always shipped Tomstar quietly (I never thought it would ever happen again) because they have so much chemistry and potential. Certainly not perfect, but I thought if they ever tried to improve then it could work. AND NOW THE WRITERS DO HAVE THEM DATE AGAIN AND LEARN TO IMPROVE THEMSELVES, LIKE TOM IMPROVING HIS TEMPER AND REALIZING HE CAN BE IRRATIONAL INSTEAD OF THINKING HE’S RIGHT AND TURNING INTO A MONSTER WHEN HE’S MAD AND STAR ACTUALLY HELPING HIM INSTEAD OF BLAMING HIM AND BOTH OF THEM GROWING AS CHARACTERS TOGETHER, WHY WOULD THE WRITERS EVEN PUT IN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SHIP IF THEY’RE JUST GOING TO END IT???

Each lion loves their Paladin. They admire how brave their Paladins are, and want to do the best they can.

“My Pilot,” is how Blue calls her Paladin. She is proud he is her Paladin. His type of flying is fun, and it brings her joy. He tells the most wild stories of his home pack, of the other Paladins. Sometimes he misses his home, but he is proud to stand and do his duty to help defend the universe.
“My Pilot, can we do that spin again?! It’s been so long since I’ve done flips!”
“My Pilot, you’ve brought a friend! Oh, is she a friend? That does not look like how you hold a friend.”
“I will not call you Sharpshooter. You are My Pilot.”

“Idiot Cub,” is how Red originally thinks of her Paladin. He is quick to act, he panics internally and is quick to make decisions. She does not initially take to her Paladin, but when he protects her, “Idiot Cub” becomes “My Cub.” She would go to the ends of all universes to protect her Paladin, because his fiery passion is a perfect match for her own. It matters not he is part Galra. She loves him all the same.
“My Cub, as upset as you are, we must continue forward. Do not worry. We will exact revenge for those lost.”
“My Cub, your heritage does not mean you are bad. There was a time I knew many good Galra. Perhaps your mother was one of them…”
“LET’S GO GET THEM, CUB! WE WILL LIBERATE THESE INNOCENTS!”

“My Bird” is how Green calls her Paladin. Hearing her Paladins friends call them Pidge, she learns Pidge could be short for pigeon, a subtype of an Earth species called bird. She loves to amuse her Paladin, letting them tinker with her mechanics, helping to make her stronger. She listens to her Paladin talk about their family, about how they hope to find them. Green vows to help search the universe for “Matt” and “Dad”
“My Bird! My Bird, you can look at my panels now! Look, look!”
“My Bird, tell me about ‘Dad’ again. Can 'Dad’ be my friend too?”
“My Bird, you have to sleep! You can’t continue working if you are dead on your feet! That’s it! I’m shutting down, and you can’t stop me!”

“Friend,” is how Yellow refers to his Paladin. His Paladin can be very anxious, but he is so brave he will push all his fears aside to help those in need. Yellow loves to hear his Paladin talk, loves to hear about Earth mechanics and mathmatics. Humans seem to be a little behind technologically speaking, but Yellow is consistently impressed with his paladins ability to build, create, and repair with things he has only just started to use as tools. Yellow’s Paladin is kind, he cares deeply for his friends, cares deeply for his lion, so Yellow calls him “Friend” in return, because he cares about his Paladin too.
“Hello, Friend! Have you come to work on your 'Make-shift’ human objects?”
“Friend, you can breathe. There is air around you, open your lungs…”
“Who is this Balmeran girl you think of? Is she nice? Is she a friend? Any friend of Friend is my friend!”

“My Paladin,” is how Black refers to her pilot. She calls him this often, but he always seems to forget. She feels guilt, mourning for her corrupted past paladin, all the while mourning for the loss of innocence for her current Paladin. Her Paladin is too forgiving, in her opinion. He constantly blames himself for things he has no control over. She tries her best to ease his pain, tries to prevent nightmares and occasionally he gets a dreamless sleep. She loves her paladin, maybe more than she ever has. He is brave, and strong, and too self-sacrificial. She will keep him safe.
“Good work, My Paladin…”
“My Paladin, you did what was necessary, dwelling on the past will not ease your heavy heart. How I wish I could remove this weight off your shoulders…”
“Rest, My Paladin, I have you…”

Sultry Weathers Part Five (mobster steve)

Summary: You work for your ex husband’s best friend as an escort. Your current mission at hand; seducing Tony Stark. Can you complete the mission when your ex husband keeps appearing wherever you appear?

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: none, i think, maybe swearing??, you see bucky

LEAVE FEEDBACK OR YOU WILL GET OFF THIS LIST.

Sultry Weathers Masterlist


Bucky gazed at the building in front of him, hating himself more and more the longer he postponed his entrance to the place. He had hoped he would run into you somewhere along the line, before he made his way up to Steve’s office. Running into you would have been the only way to cease him from killing his ex best friend in cold blooded jealousy.

So onward he went, nodding to the driver that was leaning casually on his limousine outside of the building. Bucky thought he recognized him from somewhere, but he couldn’t be too sure as he entered the lobby. He had half a mind to turn back around but a coffee cup dripping to the ground caught his attention. He turned to the left and had to school his face to remain blank as he noticed you standing in a corridor, face reflecting shock and confusion all at once.

“Bucky,” you breathed, hurrying to collect yourself, ignoring the dropped coffee as you strolled over to him.

Keep reading

I am reopening my requests for these prompts! Please specify what character you want with which movie quote! Also, if you have any suggestions, send them to me with a character.

Aladdin 🐒

  1. _______ , _______ , (he’s/she’s) our man. If (he/she) can’t do it, GREAT!
  2. Do you trust me?
  3. She thinks the monkey is the sultan.
  4. If you wanna court the lady, you gotta be a sharp shooter.
  5. Wake up and smell the hummus.
  6. I’m history! No, I’m mythology! Nah, I don’t care what I am!
  7. Will not break! Will- it broke.
  8. (She’s/He’s) smart, fun. The hair, the eyes. Anything. Pick a feature.
  9. First, that fez and vest combo is much too third century. These patches. What are we trying to say? Beggar? No. Let’s work with me here.

Tangled 🌞

  1. Person A: Don’t freak out! / Person B: Freak out? Who’s freaking out? I’m just very interested in your hair and the magical qualities it possesses. How long has it been doing that?
  2. Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog.
  3. That’s part man-smell, and the other part is really bad man-smell. I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. Your thoughts?
  4. Viola! We’ll part ways as unlikely friends
  5. I hope you’re here to apologize.
  6. Person A: Who’s that? / Person B: They don’t like me. / Person A: Who’s that? / Person B: They don’t like me either. / Person A: Who’s that?!  / Person B: Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me!
  7. Well, that’s the good part I guess. You get to go find a new dream.
  8. Go. Live your dream. (…) Your dream stinks. I was talking to them.
  9. Frying pans… who knew right?

Lion King 🐯

  1. I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long.
  2. Let me get this straight. You know her. She knows you. But she wants to kill him. And everybody’s okay with this? Did I miss something?!
  3. Oh, I shall have to practice my curtsy.
  4. Person A: Gee. He looks blue. Person B: I’d say dirty. Person A: No, no, no. I mean he’s depressed.
  5. No, no, no. Amateur. Lie down before you hurt yourself.
  6. Temper, temper. I wouldn’t dream of challenging you.
  7. Good idea. (…) HEY!
  8. Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we.
  9. Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.

Peter Pan  🌌

  1. I hereby banish you forever. (…) Well, for a week then.
  2. (Girls/Boys) talk too much!
  3. Oh… well, I think (she’s/he’s) lovely.
  4. Nobody calls ___ a coward and lives!
  5. You can’t stick it on with soap,____ It needs sewing. 
  6. And sooner or later, ____, people have to grow up.
  7. A jealous (female/male) can be tricked into anything.
  8. Don’t you understand, ____? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!

Little Mermaid 🐬

  1. Oh, you really delight in these sadistic strain on my blood pressure don’t you.
  2. Hm. Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you.
  3. I’m sixteen years old. I’m not a child anymore.
  4. ____, listen to me. The human world is a mess.
  5. I’m surrounded by amateurs. You want something done, you’ve got to do it yourself.
  6. Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it’s important!
  7. So much for true love!
  8. ____, if I may say, far better than any dream (girl/boy) is one of flesh and blood. One warm, and caring, and right before your eyes.
  9. You are hopeless, child. You know that. Completely hopeless.

Cinderella 👗

  1. A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.
  2. So this is love. So this is what makes life divine.
  3. Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. “Come on, get up,” you say, “Time to start another day.” Even he orders me around.
  4. Good Heavens, child! You can’t go in that.
  5. Now, remember, your blood pressure!
  6. I don’t think you’re half trying.
  7. There must be something good about him.
  8. After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely… Completely wonderful.

Frozen ❄️

  1. You hesitated.
  2. Some people are worth melting for. Just maybe not right this second.
  3. Oh, look at that. I’ve been impaled.
  4. I’ll distract them while you run.(…) Because I love you, ____, I insist you run. (…) Why aren’t you running?
  5. Whoa. Now that’s ice. I might cry.
  6. I love it! I could kiss you! I could. I mean, I’d like to. I. May I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what?
  7. (She’ll/He’ll) die on their own. I can live with that.
  8. Person A: You almost set me on fire! / Person B: But I didn’t!

Moana 🌊

  1. Are you just trying to get me to talk about myself? Because if you are… I will gladly do so.
  2. Um… what? I said help me! And wrecking my ____? Not helping!
  3. If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up.
  4. Aah! That is disgusting! What is wrong with you?
  5. Sometimes who we wish we were, what we wish we could do, is just not meant to be.
  6. Whatever just happened… blame it on the pig.
  7. They took one look and they decided… that they did not want me.
  8. I’m not killing myself so you can prove something you’re not. It chose wrong.

Snow White 🍎

  1. Rags cannot hide (her/his) gentle grace.
  2. There’s dirty work afoot.
  3. (She/He) don’t know, (she/he) never tried.
  4. I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.
  5. (She’s/He’s) beautiful. Just like a angel!
  6. Now, make a wish, and take a bite.
  7. We are standing by a wishing well.
  8. There’s nobody like (her/him).

Sleeping Beauty 💗💙

  1. You know, sometimes I don’t think (she’s/he’s) really very happy.
  2. Well, I’m really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we’ve met before.
  3. It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
  4. Why do they still treat me like a child?
  5. Oh, they’re hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.
  6. Oh… I just love happy endings.
  7. (She/He) always ruins your nicest flowers.
  8. I warn you,___. This means war!

Tarzan 🐵

  1. Person A: I know everything. Now, where have you been? / Person B: I thought you knew everything.
  2. Now, you stay away from me. Like a very good wild man.
  3. Put me down! Put me down! (…) No, pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!
  4. Thaaaaat’s IT! I’ve had it with you and your emotional constipation!
  5. What is this world coming to? (punch) Oh, by Jove. Don’t know my own strength.
  6. Oh, with the face and the eyes… All right! All right! But you’d better not make me do anything stupid.
  7. What about bacteria?
  8. It can’t get any worse, can it? Obviously, it can.

Hercules 💪🏻

  1. Person A: Aren’t you … a damsel in distress? / Person B: I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.
  2. Well, you know how men are. They think “No” means “Yes” and “Get lost” means “Take me, I’m yours.” (…) Don’t worry, maybe Shorty here can explain it to ya.
  3. Person A: ___, when I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone.  / Person B: Sometimes it’s better to be alone.  / Person A: What do you mean? / Person B: Nobody can hurt you.
  4. For a true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.
  5. Fabulous party. You know, I haven’t seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.
  6. WHAAAT?… Okay, fine, fine. I’m cool. I’m fine.
  7. People do crazy things… when they’re in love.
  8. Rule number 95: concentrate. (…) Rule number 96: aim!

The Emperor’s New Groove 🐪

  1. Person A: Uh-oh.  /  Person B: Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall. /  Person A: Yep.  / Person B: Sharp rocks at the bottom? /  Person A: Most likely.  / Person B: Bring it on.
  2. It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, I tell you! Genius, I say!
  3. Make my potatoes a salad.
  4. We’ve been through this. It’s a harp, and you know it.
  5. Pull the lever, ___! (…) Wrong lever!
  6. Oh, it’s not the first time I was tossed out of a window, and it won’t be the last. What can I say? I’m a rebel.
  7. Well, ya got me. By all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.
  8. Is that my voice? Is that my voice? Oh, well.

Mulan 🐉

  1. My little baby, off to destroy people.
  2. What? What do you mean you’re not lucky? You lied to me? What are you, a sheep?
  3. Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow.
  4. No fightin’, play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid’s butt.
  5. Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother.
  6. Um… You… You fight good.
  7. I think the question is, who are you! We’re in a war, man! There’s no time for stupid questions!
  8. You missed! How could you miss? (She/He) was three feet from you!
Drabble Prompt: Isak and Even Sitting in a tree...

This work of crack fluff mess can only be blamed on @softestisak who has been hounding me about it for like 2 weeks. Here you go, dearest :P

(now i really wish I could draw because I want the two of them up in a tree more than life)

———————————

If there was ever one thing Isak could say about Even Bech Naesheim, it was that he was never boring.

“What’s the weather like down there?”

And Isak is dumbstruck with his hand over his eyes to block the sun but even the bright rays aren’t doing anything to cloud the sight in front of him.

Isak chokes out something of a laugh. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Even leans back, feet dangling unassumingly as his back hits the trunk of a giant oak tree. Only Even is not a normal person who would just oh-so-casually be sitting in front of the tree.

No.

He has to be the idiot who climbs the sucker. Who climbed the tree and is now sitting contentedly on a branch a good 10 feet up from the grass, looking like he hadn’t a care in the world.

That was Even Bech Naesheim.

“When I got your text, I was assuming a picnic or maybe that you were going to sketch something out here.”

“Ah Isak,” Even tilts his head back and closes his eyes for a few gentle moments. When he opens them again- well he has never looked so free, “You should know by now to expect the unexpected.”

“Are you stuck?”

Even laughs, but doesn’t reply.

What he does do, however, is kick his shoe at Isak; nearly nailing him the chest (thank god for quick reflexes,) Isak holds up the offending shoe in victory.

Even pats the spot next to him, “Let’s go.”

“What?” Isak looks around, “Me? Up there? No?”

“Why not?”

“’Why not,’ he asks,” Isak says, pitching his voice lowly, “Um- because I don’t want to die?”

“Come on, baby. If I can get up here so can you.” Even pauses and the corners of his mouth tilt up, “Unless you’re too scared?”

Isak rolls his eyes, “No- I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to psych me out; make me feel like I want to go up there to prove something.” 

“Oh,” Even leans his head back and shuts his eyes again, pulling down a pair of Isak’s sunglasses down from the crown of his head, “Suit yourself down there.”

Well then.

Isak stands there for approximately a minute and a half.

“Fuck.” And he throws his backpack down, making for the trunk of the tree. The climb isn’t too bad; really it only takes like five moves maximum before he’s slinging himself onto the same branch. 

Even grins and slides the sunglasses back up, “Look at you.”

“I’m going to die,” Isak looks down and shuts his eyes, “Can this branch hold us?”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“That’s comforting.” Isak takes a breath and leans back against the trunk, turning his head ever so slightly to look at his boyfriend, “Halla. Why are we in a tree?”

Even shrugs, “I planned a picnic- the food is down there on the other side- 

“I knew it.”

“-but then I just wanted to feel like I was above the ground for a little while. It’s weird to explain.”

Isak lets out a small puff of air through his nose, “Not it’s not. Makes sense.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

Isak scooted over the tiniest bit, barely holding in undignified squeaks when the branch shakes a bit with effort, but finally stops when his thing is pressed firmly up against Even’s.

Even glances at Isak’s face. “Hi.”

And then something passes over his face and he’s laughing hard enough to shake the surrounding branches. Isak clamps down on the trunk, “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Even inhales, “I just though- you know that children’s song? The one about kissing in a tree?”

Isak looks at him like he’s crazy, “What?”

“You know,” Even hums, “Isak and Even sitting in a tree…”

He trails off and waits for Isak to fill in the blanks…

“Oh that one,” Isak laughs a bit too, stopping when the branch moves again, “K- I- S-S-I-N-G.”

Even’s eyes are bright as he reaches out a hand to smooth down Isak’s cheek, before cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in a bit. Just enough to brush his lips across Isak’s.

When he pulls back, Isak is soft and smiley. “Wasn’t that just adorable? Eskild would be melting. We should Instagram this.”

Bold Gryffindor

We are Gryffindor.
We are red and gold.
We are the roar in the wild.
We are ashes and smoke.

We are loud jokes and pub crawls with our mates. We are tough but we don’t care.
Sometimes our mouth is faster then our mind.
Sometimes our wand is faster then our thoughts.
We might apologise.
We run before we walk and ride into the sun. We are the spark of the revolution and the kids from yesterday.
We are the legends of tomorrow.
We are the firework in the sky.
We bloom and sparkle and shine.

And fade.

Lights only shine in the dark.
And sometimes the dark is stronger then our glow.
Sometimes the cold is harsher then our flames.
Sometimes we grit our teeth and try to hold on.
And sometimes that doesn’t work.

Sometimes our adventures turn into disasters.
Sometimes our pranks hurt.
And you blame us.
And so do we.

And we are sorry.
So sorry.

Sometimes my friends turn away.
And I am left.
Alone.
And confused.
Then shocked.
Then angry.

Sometimes I wish I could be more like them.

But then they are back.
My friends.
My family.

And we laugh together.
Live together.
Write stories together.
And I know we can make it.

We are forever.
We are the lions.
We are the kings of our world.

As long as we are one.

{So please, don’t leave me}

Never Let Me Go

A Finn Balor soulmate story.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and you go way back. He’s your true soulmate but you were afraid to admit it because you are scared of losing him.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 3.7k

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist



.:The Present:.

I picked up the flowers at the shop and placed them close to my nose, inhaling the scent of spring on this still cold February day. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. I turn around but there was nobody there.

“Can I help you?” A friendly flower shop assistant asked me.

“I’m taking these, ta.” I answered and offered her a weak smile.

Keep reading