i wish i were a unicorn

emoji reviews: unicorn

im bored rn so lets go

a pleasant child, though spooky and deadeyed. this unicorn is judging your sins. it has a neck rash 8/10

his name is craig and he’s a single father. he roots for the underloved sports teams. matching deadeyed gaze with the apple one, but less so because of the lack of shadowing. pretty dull 5/10

as usual the outline kills it a bit. he reminds me of that that kid in middle school with the shaggy hair who skateboards everywhere. the blue hair is nice though 7/10

very my little pony-esque. a gentle, soft-nosed baby who likes to make small children giggle 8/10

changed it up a bit with the front view, but kinda dopey looking. the horn looks sort of out of perspective with the rest of the face. has very cute ears though 6.5/10

very sassy. this is a damn fine unicorn with a lot of character. she looks like she’s wearing winged eyeliner and is ready to beat the shit out of you. 9.5/10

oh god. this unicorn is dead inside. it’s horn is a carrot and it has absolutely no personality. it is however, not terrible to look at and clearly a unicorn, so i’ll give them that. 4/10

a spunky, friendly lesbian who just wants to hug the whole planet. the zigzaggy rainbow horn is a really nice touch 8/10

emojidex didn’t screw up this time. this a beautiful take on unicorns as they were seen traditionally. she’s demure and peaceful. her hair trails behind her. she looks like she’s from an 80s anime or the last unicorn. she looks like she should be flying through space, stardust trailing behind her as she grants the wishes of the pure and good. 10/10 this is the best unicorn.


The Book of Imaginary Beings by Jorge Luis Borges is a compendium of mythological creatures that is not meant to be read all in one go. I’ve been dipping in and out of it for a couple months now, enjoying the absurdist illustrations and the baroque descriptions of each creature.

The book is a little haphazard. Some of Borges’s humor is a bit off, and he can make Orientalist comments that are a bit off-putting. I wish he’d been a bit more creative with how he added his own distinctive voice of mystery to the descriptions and stories of the creatures, but the way he gathered the information was interesting as well. Many of the creatures are classical, Greek, Roman, Egyptian. There were a couple entries I really enjoyed—the phoenix and the Chinese phoenix entries were fascinating, as was the entry on the unicorn. There were a couple creatures I’d never heard of, particularly ones from the travels of Marco Polo, that I loved. One or two of the creatures were descriptions or mini tales by Kafka or C.S. Lewis, and I adored those entries. Overall, it’s a fun addition to any shelf, and a must for collections of Jorge Luis Borges, fictional compendiums, or collections of folklore or mythological creatures, as long as you keep in mind that Borges’s collection is selective according to his own interests.

Himekawa’s Partner

I love Maki Himekawa.  Because I would probably do the same things she did. 

That magical talking animal befriended in youth (or the imaginary one many of us longed for) might just be a girl’s first and only real love.

Ladies (and boys, but hear me out here), raise your hands: Did you hope to meet a Care Bear one day?  A Totoro in your back yard?  Did you long for your very own Daemon to take shape?  Of course you were secretly a Digidestined too, right?  Did the ideal pony that you wished for actually have a voice and a demi-human personality (and maybe actually be a unicorn with magic, while you were at it)?

It took a little while for girls to become badasses in cartoons, but I would argue that teaming up with magical animals was a crucial step.  And certainly, it must have had an effect on the psyche of girls of my generation.

In my case, I think I can trace the root of this deep desire for sentient animal companionship to the Punky Brewster cartoon of the late 80s:

This Glomer character made rainbows, kids!  Rainbows and magic and miracles!

And so, if I lost my one and only childhood spirit creature to the whims of fate - But a fate I thought was within my power to re-engineer - You can bet I’d become every bit as consumed as Himekawa did.  It would become my own life’s work, without hesitation.  

I would stand up in front of a room full of powerful men, talking about protecting civilians just because it’s my day job and allows access to crucial information.

I might even find myself justifying actions of dubious morality, because “That partner imprinted on me, and how could I ever pay it back for the difference it made in my life?  I owe it, and the universe owes me.”  This is what I imagine she is thinking.

From the meta standpoint, I’m not justifying the things she did (presumably facilitating the reboot even while knowing the consequences; allowing Meicoomon to kill and infect; lying to many different people) - Just saying that I can understand them.  And I couldn’t say for certain that I would not do some of the same things in her position.

Like the audience (Target audience, i.e. people who watched and loved Digimon as kids), she’s trying to return to her origin point, her childhood. 

Partnering off with each other may be what grown-ups do, but it will never be a replacement for the magic of childhood.  Although I do ship and root for them, it’s also very telling that Maki and Daigo’s relationship apparently doesn’t last.

Because he’s still out there somewhere…

I will never, ever be over this moonlit scene.  I think it was intentionally given a soft and feminine quality.  Look, she actually cried here.

And yet, for all her study and dedication, she apparently miscalculated.

Maki Himekawa is in deep.  She’s a little (a lot?) crazy, but…That’s a girl’s true love at work, and for that I respect and understand her completely.

Fic: Room in your Heart for More Ch. 6

Hi all! I am simply blown away by all the great comments this story has been getting. They made me smile so much.

Sorry for the unexpected angst at the end of the last chapter. I PROMISE this story will end with so much fluff that your teeth will rot. We just have to get there first. Hang in there, gang. :) Here’s the new chapter - you can read it on Ao3 or below. Let me know what you think! 

Chapter 6 - Where is Felicity?

Oliver paced the narrow hallway of his home, clenching his fists. It had been several hours since he had reported Felicity missing to Detective Lance, and there was still no news. They had found her car abandoned about a mile from the courthouse – but no other leads since then.

William and Lizzie were in the kitchen eating dinner. Donna had come over too, saying that they needed to stick together as a family right now. Although she kept up her chipper attitude around the kids, Oliver could see the worry in her eyes. The two of them were taking turns spending time with the kids while the other one went in another room to freak out. The system had worked out well.

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I wish things didn’t cost money. I wish you could get what you wanted. I want my mommy to come live with me. I want her here with me forever. She lives so far. 2000 miles and money is the only thing keeping us apart by touch. I wish money would just fall out of the sky so she could live with me and be with me. I got a taste of her and Im not satisfied. It felt so good to sleep with her. To have her in my hands and arms. We went out in my yard and just rocked back and forth underneath the clouded stars. It was amazing.

I always thought the people who said they felt high when they were in love were over exaggerating the situation. The people who said they felt like the only 2 in the world were just crazy. To feel happy in love was just a myth. I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. She was beautiful. I feel so high just talking to her, standing out in the yard was us being the only people alive. It was like Adam and eve all over again except it’s more like Alissa and eve since we’re both female and can’t reproduce. When we first kiss it was bliss. I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe someone could be so happy considering the things that I’ve been through. I had a dark past, a past that I can never get over but somehow when I’m with her I’m a different person.

Her smile was beautiful, her smell was nothing I’ve ever smelt before, her lips were soft, her eyes were like stars, her hips were like heaven, her hands were like soft unicorns, her hair was as bliss as the night moon and her touch was everything. She’s the one I want to spend an eternity with, she’s the one I want to try in life for. We promise to marry, and we promise to love.

I wanted this account so everyone can know how underly and ridiculous in love I am with this girl. This girl I met when I was 16.. This girl I knew for 3 years is who I’m with for an eternity, I promise everything to her. I wish I had money just to move her here. I would have her here in a jiffy. Finding love so early in life is ridiculous especially someone you met on the Internet but love isn’t something you find in your own town. Love is something you don’t search for but get.


(p.s. I’m super drunk so half of this doesn’t make sense, I just love my girlfriend so much and I really just want her here in this very moment and always do. Thank you for reading my drunkin message!)

Actual quotes the signs said to me

Aries: I heard that out of the corner of my ear

Taurus: Can we go to Costco pleeeease!! I’ll pay you!! It’s free sample day!!

Gemini: *receives a nude* Nah man I don’t need that. It looks like a sad elephant trunk

Cancer: *pokes head up through inner tube* *whispers* Hey… I’m a dolphin *jumps through inner tube* *gets stuck and flips the inner tube*

Leo: *rounds corner* *kid jumps out to scare them* *screams* FIGHT OR FLIGHT *punches kid in throat*

Virgo: *to spongebob theme* oooh who lives in the ocean under a pineapple

Libra: Abraham Lincoln lead the World War 3

Scorpio: I gave myself stitches once *shows scar* see??

Sagittarius: Windows are made out of cardboard

Capricorn: *to her own name* Gabriella…is that spelt right??

Aquarius: Is a horse with a penis on its head a unicorn??

Pisces: Sometimes I wish there were mute buttons for people…either that or the delete function


Dan over-hearing your conversation with Phil


Phil: wutt


Dan: *over hears and leans on the wall to hear more*


Y/N: Nope, but I wish those were in the news

Phil: aww okay then what is it then?

Y/N: *whispers something Dan couldn’t hear*



Phil: shhhh Y/N is about to tell me something

Y/N: Oh well, guess I’ll have to tell you both. I have a–

Dan: Unless it’s something about anime and Mario Kart then idgaf *turns around and walks away*


Phil: *fake cheers knowing that Dan likes Y/N*

Dan: *stops in his tracks*…. that’s great… * does GIF*

Baby Steps [Chanyeol]

ADMIN NOTE: “Baby Steps” is a series of one shots that were created by admin L and I on our previous tumblr account. We’re just reposting them on here because we’re getting rid of our old account lol

cred. to admin k

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

genre: protective fluffy daddy chanyeol aw

word count: 2433

pairing: chanyeol & reader

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Oh, to be a muffin

I wish I were a muffin.
I’d spend all day chillin’ in my flowery paper cup
Then enjoy a hot sauna in the oven
And come out real delicious and tan.
Sounds so good to be a muffin.
One of them chocolatey ones,
I’d wear a topping so fab,
You’d think I’m a chocolate unicorn with sparkly purple manes.
Seeeuuuuuu fabulous,
I’m a disco muffin.
Bling bling & bang bang!
I did not choose the muffin life,
The muffin life chose me.



This land of Sornieth is strange to me. The air feels thick with magic I do not recognize nor that I can use. Ines has stated that our reserves must be used sparingly- the gods here do not take kindly to otherworldly visitors and we must take care to defend ourselves. He won’t tell me from what however. Every time I ask, he drifts off and refuses to give me a clear answer. It’s times like these that I wish Unicorns were not so cryptic.

Ines has given me the task of transcribing our records of Fainauriel magic during our stay here in Sornieth. Princess Taryn has told us that her copies have gone missing and she fears the culprit is the same person who murdered Prince Tokuma and Lady Cyzlle. Clan Fimbur still has still not found the missing egg, but their focus has turned elsewhere. There have been reports of Young God Cyrek growing weak. Guardian Tama has no explanation but Princess Raissa has feared the worst: the Deities of Sornieth are bearing upon him. He is using his power to rebuff their anger and spare the Clan of fatalities, but even he cannot continue like this. Ines is going to try and heal Young God Cyrek, but I am worried.
Unicorns are strong but we cannot compare to Gods.

uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s  asked:

Question! :) 1, 13, 26, 32, 49, 76

Oooh, thank you!!!! :D

1. Do you sleep with your closet door open or closed?

Closed, normally. My closet leads into the attic so I need to close it because I’ve seen too many horror movies and really don’t want to know what’s in that attic at night hahaha. 

13.   Do you sing in the shower?

UMMM yis I have playlists upon playlists specifically for shower singing. 

26. Favorite Tumblr blog?

I can’t pick! @tea2go , @hobbithorse19 , @beautifulcrimes , @gastt , @the-jam-to-the-unicorn , @xxvillainous-crushxx to name a few – so many more :)

32. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?


49. Are you a heavy sleeper?

Not at all. I wish I was!

76. What was the last thing you ate?

Mmmmm P.F. Changs!

Thank you!!! This was fun :)

anonymous asked:

how do you show someone that you love them and they matter to you?

Hmm for me the key word here is “the little things” no matter how small they might seem, like asking abt their day, if they ate and slept well, sending random texts in the middle of a busy monday, sharing links you think are interesting, introducing them to new stuff, sharing music, lots of music, and books and more books.
Listen to them, like really listen.
Cheer them up even if you had to act like a clown for a while, make them smile, like alot!
Also things like ..
“It was fun but I wish you were there”
“I saw this bird or this tree or that cloud or a freaking unicorn in my dreams and thought of you”
“I remembered you when I saw this or did that”
Actually saying the word “Thank you” don’t take anything for granted

And Idk just show them whenever you can it doesn’t need to be big just meaningful 😁

anonymous asked:

Story time, so I obliterated my ACL when I was fifteen, had to get surgery. Just as I went under, the nurses asked me about my favorite color. In my delirium, I answered, "...RAINboW?", head tilted to the side. My dad lost his shit. Later when I wake up, I see my leg covered by a massive rainbow blanket. However I can't feel my knee or see it. I SCREECH out in rage that someone cut off my knee, til my mom removes the blanket. I then muttered angrily about knee-stealing unicorns for an hour.


Man, I wish I had stories as funny as that - my only story about being loopy was after my own ACL surgery (FUN TIMES, eh?) and I was asleep in the living room.  I jerked awake and couldn’t figure out why the fan blades were slowing down.  It took me the longest time to realize that my mother had turned the fan OFF.  ~facepalm~

Magic Water - 200 Followers Celebration - Request

This is from my 200 followers celebration.

Requested by @oaisara:  hello! if you’re not too busy i have another request for you! #19 with dean (of course) and the word is “magic” :) thanks love!

Prompt: 19. Give me a random word, I’ll google it and write whatever the

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Castiel, Rowena, Crowley, Lucifer (small cameo)

Word count: 2,911

Warnings: None.

A/N: It literally took me the whole day to write this because I was trying to choose between getting drunk with magic water or magic water being a spell/potion… So why not both? I wish I could’ve done something more of it, but school is being a pain in the ass right now. I hope you like it. ;)

The picture is:

Dean held the list close to his eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted looked was evident on his features.

The list read:
1. Unicorn hair.
2. Unicorn sparkles.
3. A feather from an angel’s wings.
4. Fairy dust.
5. Five red roses, six white roses and eleven pink roses.
6. Lavender oil.
7. A shattered glass.
8. Morning dew.
9. Red wine.
10. Chocolate crumbles.

“You can’t be serious.” Dean hissed, looking up from the piece of paper and to the red haired witch in front of him.

“That’s the spell, don’t blame me!” She defended herself with a thick Scottish accent.

“Rowena, this includes sparkles and chocolate and… We’re supposed to do a spell, not create the Power Puff Girls!” Dean fumed.

“That’s how the spell goes, you wee sausage!” Rowena roared.

Sam rolled his eyes and took the list off his brother’s hands before he could scrunch and break it. (Y/N) followed closely, taking a peek from the list herself.

“It makes sense, though.” She spoke. Dean gave her a dumbfounded look while Rowena smiled cockily. “Unicorns have a bunch of magical uses, and fairy dust – although it sounds like something from Disney – can improve said uses. The roses are common in spells, you know that,” she said, giving Dean a stern look, “and so is lavender oil. The red wine and chocolate crumbles are in fact strange, but it makes sense considering what we’re trying to get with this. Also, morning dew sounds like a typical, hard-to-get ingredient.”

“What about the shattered glass?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“We all need to pour some blood for this one, so I supposed we need it for that.”

“At least one of you has brains.” Rowena winked at her. Dean rolled his eyes and walked out, with Sam and (Y/N) following him over to the Impala.

Getting the ingredients took them two weeks and a lot of embarrassing tasks, but once they had them all, they drove back to the place where Crowley and Rowena had been hiding, ready to go on with the spell.

It was just an experiment and they had no idea if that would work considering they were using an old pagan book to try and fight Lucifer, but they were running out of options and had nothing to lose.

The roses, oil, chocolate wine and the shattered glass had been easy to get. The morning dew took them a whole week of leaving a plate outside the bunker to get as much dew as possible. The unicorn and the fairy dust involved summoning said creatures and doing some favours for them – some of which Dean had made (Y/N) and Sam promise to never mention again – and the only thing left was the feather, but Castiel was more than willing to give it to them.

Rowena started mixing the ingredients just as the book said, chanting the spell as she mixed.

“The feather, please.” She asked, looking over at Castiel with her most professional glance.

Cas cleared his throat and asked the hunters to cover their eyes. The room shined, and even when they were covering their eyes, they burned a little at how bright Cas’ light was. Once the glow disappeared, the hunters looked back up to see the angel handing Rowena a huge, shiny feather.

“So you do have feathers.” Dean joked. Everyone gave him a death glare before looking back at Rowena, who continued to cast the spell.

It took her around twenty minutes of constant, clock-wise mixing. She chanted the spell and even got into trance to get better results, and it was until the mix started bubbling and making tinkling noises that the witch stopped her chants.

“Everyone grab a piece of glass and drip as much blood as you can over the mix.” She instructed. The spell required as much blood as possible, so they were willing to give as much as they could.

Crowley, the Winchesters, Castiel, Rowena and (Y/N) grabbed a piece of glass each. They extended their arms over the black mixture and, at the same time, made deep cuts across their forearms. Their blood poured on the mixture, causing it to swirl and start gaining colour.

They remained with their arms extended until there was no more blood to spill. The mixture was now swirling faster and making some sort of suction sound. It smelled like roses and chocolate, but also like something else – something that was different for each one of them.

“Books? You didn’t add any paper there, did you?” Sam asked as he sniffed the fumes that the potion was expelling.

“You have the worst smell ever, that is fine scotch, moose!” Crowley replied sassily.

“Nah, it smells like…” Dean sniffed a bit more, “Like mom’s perfume and something else, I don’t know what that is.” He said, looking over at Sam.

“I don’t think your mom smells like leather and…” (Y/N) inhaled deeper, sensing her favourite smell.

“Poor un-expert things.” Rowena spoke mockingly, “It smells different to each one of you. It smells like home.”

“Like an amortentia potion?” Sam and (Y/N) asked in unison, receiving a nod from Rowena.

“Nerds.” Dean mumbled.

“Why?” Crowley inquired.

“It’s a motivation inducer. Whatever it is that you smell, Is what you consider as home and as long as you smell that, you hold onto the human world. That way, you avoid dying while being under the spell.” Rowena explained.

“Wait, dying?” Dean exclaimed, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You always come back; I didn’t think it was important.” Rowena shrugged her shoulders.

“There’s a goddamn reaper after us!” He roared.

“Well then don’t die!” Rowena gave Dean one last stern glance and divided the potion into three cups. “Fergus, Castiel and I will keep an eye on you three.”

The hunters grabbed their cups. It was like some sort of galaxy was floating in it.

“We’re like hipsters now… Hipster hunters.” (Y/N) joked before drinking it completely.

“How bad is it?” Sam asked, analysing her every feature.

“It’s…” She couldn’t finish. Her body fell unconscious on the floor.

“She’ll be fine.” Rowena dismissed the Wincehster’s glares with a hand. “It’s part of the spell. Now drink up before her time runs out.”

“Time?” Both brothers exclaimed.

“The spell won’t last forever, you silly boys.” Rowena huffed.

The Winchesters chugged on their cups and two seconds after joined (Y/N) on the floor.

They were surrounded by pure darkness. The floor was covered in a substance similar to the potion they had just drunk. The brothers had to walk a little until they found themselves in front of a bunch of floating doors. (Y/N) was there too, staring at the doors in confusion.

“What now?” Sam asked as they walked closer to the huntress.

“I don’t know… We were supposed to look for Lucifer to hear his plan but this… I don’t know where to go.” She replied.

Dean continued to sniff the air. His mom’s perfume and that something else were invading his nostrils. He knew he had smelled that somewhere, but he didn’t know when or where. It was sweet, yet acid and it gave him an unbelievable sense of inner peace.

“Dean.” Sam called him for the thousandth time.

“What?” Sam rolled his hazel eyes before talking.

“(Y/N) and I have kind of deciphered which door to use… We’re not sure but we might as well try it.” Dean nodded in agreement and then the three hunters managed to reach one of the top doors and entered it at the same time.

They appeared at some strange looking bar. It was full of attractive women, and Dean couldn’t help but to check each and every single one of them out.

“Dude, gross!” Sam complained as he caught his brother red handed.

“What? They can’t see me, Sam.” Dean gave his brother a smug smirk. They were in fact invisible to those girls. It was some kind of astral travel thing, and Dean was surely enjoying that advantage.

“Can we please focus?” (Y/N) begged, hiding her jealousy. The smell of leather had decreased, and she was afraid that their time was running out. “We don’t have much time.”

They analysed every last corner of the bar, and it wasn’t until a tall, dangerous looking man appeared from the back door that they really felt Lucifer’s presence.

He had taken another vessel, and this one seemed to be stronger than the one he used before. Of course, all of the attractive girls in the bar were there for him. The huddled around him, begging him for some attention. Lucifer had a smug smirk on his face, and so Dean realized who he was.

“It’s Dr. Sexy.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Not the time for jokes, Dean.”

“It’s not a joke, he really is Dr. Sexy… Or at least the actor that plays the doctor.” Sam squinted a little until he realized it was actually him.

“We need to follow him… It seems like he’s choosing a girl and… What do you think (Y/N)?” The brothers looked back at the huntress, who was standing still behind them. She had turned pale and wasn’t really paying attention.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked, walking closer to her and finally getting her attention.


“Are you okay?” Sam inquired.

“Yes.” She faked a smile. She was dizzy and her head spun between the real world and that strange version of it.

Dean nodded and got closer to Lucifer, trying to catch a word among the squeals from the fangirls. Meanwhile, Sam remained still, analysing (Y/N). “You sure?”


“(Y/N), I… I know it’s hard, but just for once hold onto that leather smell please. He can’t afford to lose you here.” (Y/N) nodded.

“It’s the first time you get to ask me to hold onto him rather than push him out of my mind.” She laughed slightly. Sam palmed her shoulder and walked over to Dean.

Using the “what if you start fangirling?” excuse, Sam managed to be the only one to follow Lucifer to the back of the bar. He had taken two girls with him and, by the look on his eyes, he wasn’t planning to give them what they wanted but rather take something from them.

Dean breathed out a sigh as he stood next to (Y/N). She was starting to look grey, faded away, and yet she claimed to be just fine.

“So, strange potion, huh?” Dean spoke, trying to make the waiting less boring.

“Yeah… I can’t believe we drank Crowley’s blood.” She said with a low voice.

“Tell me about it.” Dean chuckled.

“So what does it smell like? I mean your mother’s perfume and what else?”

“I don’t know… I know I’ve smell it somewhere but I can’t remember.” Dean pouted, “What does it smell like for you?”

“Leather.” She replied nonchalantly, “Leather and…”

“Like Baby’s leather?”

“I think so… Yeah.” Dean gave her a tender smirk.

“You really feel like home with us?” He asked, leaning closer to her.

She chuckled and looked down, considering her answer carefully. “Yeah… You’ve been my family ever since I lost… You know the original ones.”

Dean nodded in response, looking back at the door through which Sam and Lucifer had disappeared.

“You are family, (Y/N).” Dean said, “Like a little sister for Sam… And for me, of course.” She gave him a half smile, feeling a bit heartbroken by Dean considering her a sister rather than a partner. “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“You managed to survive without me for many years, Dean.”

“Not really, we died many times. Besides, everyone needs someone kiss their ouchies away.”

“You want me to kiss your ouchies?” She giggled, looking up at him.

“Wouldn’t mind if you did.” Dean replied honestly.

Before anything else could be said. Sam came out with a scared face and begged his brother to keep the questions for later. Then, faster than before, they moved around that astral word and back to reality were they found themselves still on the floor, sore and with the view of Rowena, Crowley and Castiel sitting at the table while sharing a few drinks.

“Really guys?” Dean fumed as he helped (Y/N) get up.

“We were thirsty.” Rowena replied cynically.

“Chill, Squirrel. I bet Moose has something very important to tell us.” And in fact, Sam had been looking for the proper words to explain what he had just heard.

“He is making a spell.” Sam began, “Angels can’t possess bodies unless they got permission so he’s trying to make a spell to break that rule… He isn’t sure if it’ll work but if it does…”

“He’ll wear you to the prom.” (Y/N) replied with a deep voice.

“It won’t work, Sam.” Cas spoke.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked and the angel nodded.

“God may be busy with Amara but he won’t let Lucifer break that rule… He can’t.” The angel explained.

“It’s like trying to get a spell to live without breathing. It’s a function your body needs, you can’t spell that away. It would be worse.” Rowena added. She and Castiel shared a knowing look.


Sam was still awfully concerned about the probability of Lucifer finding a spell to wear him without permission, so Rowena offered to give him a home-remedy for stress. Apparently, witches also know granny’s tips.

Dean was outside, leaning against the hood of the Impala and (Y/N) was with him. They remained silent for a while, thinking of a way to keep Lucifer away from Sam. Dean sighed tiredly after almost an hour and looked down at her.

“Do you still smell the potion?” He inquired, getting a frown as a response.

“No. Why? Do you still smell it?”

“Yes…” Dean replied, “Not my mother’s perfume but the other thing.” Dean started sniffing the air.

“You look like a dog.” She joked.

“I once melted my mind with a dog’s. Did you know that?” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh.

“Sam might have told me about it.” She replied.

“Dammit, Sam.” Dean joked once more. “No, but really I still smell it.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows and stood on her tip toes close to Dean, sniffing the same air as him. Dean inhaled deeply and then his green eyes grew wider, he leaned down to be at the same height as her and inhaled again.

“Are you wearing perfume?”

“I always do… Why?” She asked, giving a step back.

“That smell… I…”

“You smelled me? In the potion?” Her (Y/E/C) were open widely.

“Yeah… Guess you’re also home too.” The shared a shy smile and then both looked to the opposite direction. Dean scratched his head awkwardly as he looked anywhere else but her.

Sam was standing at the door and he looked just the same as if he were drunk. He was balancing himself on his toes, and he had a smug grin on his face.

“Aren’t you two lovely!” He shouted. Castiel appeared behind him and tried to drag him back to the shed, but Sam wasn’t having it. “I wish you could tell each other already that…” Cas covered Sam’s mouth, giving Dean an apologetic look and dragged him back in.

“Guess Rowena gave him more than a home remedy…” Dean mumbled.

“I think that was Crowley, to be honest.” They both laughed shyly and returned to stare at the ground, trapped inside their heads.

Sam ran outside, Castiel chasing after him. The Winchester tripped with his own feet, falling right in front of (Y/N) and Dean.

“I always wondered, why aren’t you two to…” Cas jumped over him and covered his mouth.

“Don’t listen to him!” The angel ordered, remembering the specific rules Dean had taught him. “He’s delirious.”

Sam pushed Cas’ hand away and talked again. “You would be such a good couple.” He said using the gossip-mother voice, “Dean likes you, and you liked Dean so…”

Castiel held tightly onto Sam and then both disappeared with the flutter of Castiel’s wings.

“What was that?” (Y/N) asked, looking up at Dean who was redder than a tomato. “Dean?”

“He’s just being annoying Sam… Don’t mind him.” He cleared his throat and looked away.

“Why did he say you li…”

“Because I like you.” Dean mumbled.

“You do?” Her cheeks were red now. “I thought I was the little sister.”

“For Sam, maybe but… Not for me.” He faked a cough and turned his gaze even farther from her.

“Well, if it works… It’s mutual.” Her voice came out with a tremble, almost inaudible but Dean heard it and had snapped his head back to face her.

“Really?” She nodded in response. Dean smiled widely, not knowing what to do next.

“MAGIC WATER IS GREAT!” Sam shouted from inside the shed. (Y/N) and Dean laughed.

“I think we should really watch out for Sammy right now.” Dean suggested shyly.

“Yeah…” Dean licked his lips and left a small kiss on the corner of her lips.

“We’ll figure it out.” He said.

“We always do.” She continued, giving him a warm smile.

Dean wrapped an arm around her waist and they both walked back inside the shed. Sam was standing on a table and, because of his height, he had hit his head more times than they could count. That would sure as hell be a long night, but at least Dean had (Y/N) as his right hand and maybe even more.

Cautionary Poly: The Lone Unicorn Hunter

My introduction to polyamory was two online friends in the late 1990s. At the time, I was a recently-married twenty-year-old and I could not for the life of me wrap my head around why they bothered getting married if they weren’t going to be monogamous. I got the open relationship aspect, but why marriage? I mean, it’s not like they’d made it sound great. There’d maybe been some sort of problem immediately after their wedding with miscommunication and a previous partner of his? It was all very vague and they didn’t want to talk about it.

Twenty is not a great age to get married, and my relationship broke up fast. Even though they lived halfway across the country, my friends offered a room when all my other options eventually faded away or blew up. I got on a plane and visited them first. They were as great as I thought, so I went home, packed up my car, and made the drive.

Had I known more about polyamory at the time, the red flags would’ve all been there: the “miscommunication” after their wedding, his lifelong dream of having two wives setting aside her lifelong dream of a monogamous marriage. But I was absolutely clueless, and was starting to see how this polyamory thing might work. Their relationship seemed so strong that his attraction to someone else—to me—didn’t appear to shake it in the least. We kept it on a friendly level, though.

A few weeks later, I realized I was not ready to live so far away from my family and everything I’d ever known. As I was making plans to go home, she shrugged and told him he could make a move if he wanted since I was leaving anyway. It was okay with her, or so I thought. It turned out it wasn’t okay, at all. She was going through incredibly difficult emotional and physical problems, and I only realized afterward that it was likely that he had worn her down until she reluctantly agreed.

The result was an absolute mess. When she was at her lowest, he focused on me, ignoring the needs—actual needs, not wants—of his primary partner. They fought, in front of me, and I felt absolutely powerless. The fight got physical. I left soon after.

Somehow, this didn’t sour me on polyamory. Instead, I felt like I had been in a bad situation, and we were all in the wrong: her for not verbalizing her needs, him for being selfish, and me for not realizing her pain and drawing my own boundaries. A few years later, all of us supposedly wiser, we decided to try it again. I’d recently gotten out of a long-term relationship and was looking for a place to heal. I had a child, they had children, and we wanted to be a big family together.

I could get into all the little incompatibilities, but that’s not why I’m writing this. The second visit to them was when I truly understood the Lone Unicorn Hunter and how damaging his mindset is. Unlike couples who are looking for unicorns together, the Lone Unicorn Hunter has a partner but he will cluelessly step over her, broken and bloody, if he thinks he’s getting close to his perfect set-up. He does nothing about the fact she’s hurting; he thinks he cares but, if he did, he’d pay attention to her instead of the possible unicorn. The unicorn’s feelings will also be ignored on this quest; when I told this Lone Unicorn Hunter that I wasn’t quite ready to move on emotionally from my recently-ended relationship, he kept arguing with me that I actually was, kept trying to push me physically and emotionally past where I was comfortable. I tapped out pretty quickly, annoyed beyond belief that he was not listening to me. I started to put a lot of things together; the way he treated her was put into a different context. It wasn’t miscommunication. It wasn’t a lack of drawing boundaries. Even when I tried to set them, he stepped over them. She and I were there to fulfill his fantasy of having two wives, not people with our own desires and needs. I was angry for myself and livid for her.

After I left the second time, she went through one more round of “ignore the wife when a possible contender for second wife came into the picture” before she, too, tapped out and left him. She was bitter about polyamory for a long time afterward, and is happily, monogamously married now. She has no interest in ever being polyamorous again.

I stayed polyamorous. Despite my truly awful introduction into polyamory, I learned a major lesson from the Lone Unicorn Hunter: there are people out there who can talk a good game, but when it comes down to it, they are bad partners because they will always put a fantasy scenario ahead of the realities of the people they are in relationships with. Once I got that, they were so easy to spot: they will trash boundaries, push limits, and try to justify everything they do with words that don’t quite add up. They are to be avoided at all costs. They are the ones who say they have a primary, but they treat their primary like a second-class citizen in pursuit of that second partner. I wish I could say I never met another Lone Unicorn Hunter again, but I have. I try not to engage, but it’s tough when there’s a person being hurt for not giving up their own needs in service of someone else’s.

On my end of things, I gained experience in how to clearly state what I want or need, and I gained the self-confidence to break things off when the situation wasn’t what I was looking for. Sadly, it was the mirror of another woman being hurt that taught me to see when things weren’t good for myself, but as a result, my relationships since then have been much more healthy.

Cautionary Poly: Teachable Moments in Polyamorous Relationships is a special feature of Poly Role Models. The goal of this feature is to highlight the fact that successful polyamory isn’t always free of mistakes…and those mistakes can definitely be gained from. Now accepting submissions. Just send me a message to get the ball rolling.

EXO Reaction To Seeing An Old Picture Of You And You Were Big With Spots/Acne

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Exo reaction to seeing a picture of their girlfriend who used to be really big with spots and acne? Thank you :)

I can kind of relate with this one. In middle school I had a bob and I got acne before all the other kids in my grade and I had braces. Thankfully things change! And just reminder, there is beauty in every person and every face even if you can’t see it in your own.

Xiumin: *hardly blinks even if he’s a bit shocked at the difference because he’s been judged for his weight once too* Oh Jagiya, it me a sec to see that it’s you but you were so cute back then! *cutesy boyfriend Minsoek*

Luhan: *almost can’t believe that it’s you with the difference* wow, I would have never guessed that you used to look that like…

You: Yeah, and can you stop looking at that please?

Luhan: No, you were pretty and cute. Do you have other ones? I want to see pictures from every stage in your life. *stubborn Lulu comes out*

Kris: *trying to understand given the difference* is this girl sure this is her? 

Oh look, her cheek mole! It is Y/N! oh… You do look a lot different today. I can definitely see where you got your beauty from.

You: *slightly confused* where?

Kris: *takes opportunity to be cheesy ‘cause he’s a dork at heart* Here. *he says pointing to your heart*

Suho: *not fazed at all* Oh look! You were so cute! I love this picture of you! You were so pretty <3 *cheesy leader mode on high*

Lay: *knowing you were a little self-conscious* Oh Jagi, you were beautiful then just like you’re beautiful now. I love you. *cute and loving unicorn and understanding boyfriend*

Baekhyun: *looking at the photo without talking for a while, strange given how he doesn’t usually shut up. Thinking about how’s he proud that you did the hard work to make yourself look better but also feeling like the old you is beautiful too and how he wishes you weren’t self-conscious*

You: Byun…

Baekhyun: Oh sorry, I was just enjoying looking at you when you were younger.

You: Didn’t look like you were enjoying it.

Baekhyun: No I was, knowing that you feel self-conscious, this must have been hard for you to show me. Thank you for showing this to me. I love you and I want you to know you’re beautiful from the inside.

You: Cheeseball.

Baekhyun: *going back into smiley puppy mode as he starts to tickle you* shut up! 

Chen: *this troll suddenly becomes serious* Oh my jagi must’ve worked so hard to change what she looks like. I hope she knows that I don’t love her for her looks but how do I explain that…?

Chanyeol: *must make you see that you are beautiful and were beautiful - overreacting giant* No, you have to know that beauty doesn’t come from looks but heart and being a good person and being loving and those are the things that I love about you! I do not love you for your looks! I don’t care. You were beautiful back then and you are beautiful now.

You: Chanyeol, I know that.

Chanyeol *confused yeollie*: wha?

You: I’m confident in what I look like and I am happy with all my imperfections. I may not like what I used to look like but that’s part of who I am. I was that person and then I worked hard to look like what I do today. You don’t have to make it your life mission to make me see my beauty. I already do.

Chanyeol: oh ok…*suddenly awkward but just hugs you* I love you. *he says with his head on yours*

You: I know, you giant dork.

DO: oh look at that picture of my beautiful Jagi as a cute girl! You were so cute back then! I want to squish your cheeks! *reaches toward you after smiling at you*

You: You’re the one called squishy, not me! *you say backing away*

Kyungsoo: Come back here and at least let me hug you! *he calls chasing you through the house*

Tao: Oh my baby must’ve worked so hard to look the way she does today! Oh I’m so proud but she doesn’t have to look perfect for me to love her…I have to call her and tell her I love her right away.

Chen: Maybe you should stop crying first….

Tao: My baby! *continues crying because he gets emotional*

Kai: you were so adorable! You’re smile’s the same today! you know I love that smile, oh sweetheart, this is a great picture! <3

Sehun: how do I tell her that looks don’t matter and that I love her without it sounding sarcastic and bratty? Shit. Let’s go with telepathically; I love you Jagi no matter what you look like!