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Nurseydex & Acting Class

Eyoooooooooooooooo, the CP Resident Shakespeare Ho/Theater Major is back with more shamelessly using these characters as a means to talk about my major Nurseydex Antics!

As anyone who follows me knows by now, I’m a theater major. Dex and Nursey are comedy gold, and the thought of them working with any of the texts I’ve worked with is just DELIGHTFUL.

(Click here and here for my other Shakespeare Ho/theater major posts)

So without further ado!

  • Dex needs and art credit. Just one more fucking art credit. But his schedule is insane and there’s only one he can take this semester
  • it’s an acting class
  • He doesn’t want to do it. Mostly because his boyfriend will be I N S U F F E R A B L E
  • But he just wants to get this over with so he registers and just waits for Nursey to find out
  • Nursey is delighted. And registers for that class, too.
  • “YOU DON’T NEED ANOTHER ART CREDIT, DEREK!” “Dude, you really think I’m gonna miss this?”
  • Dex doesn’t really know what to expect going in, but he definitely wasn’t expecting the prof (let’s call him Casey) to be this hot middle aged guy who dresses like Indiana Jones and lives in a cabin and recites Shakespeare to trees
  • (we’re talking Adventure Indy, not Professor Indy)
  • (what no I’m not basing him on my prof Kerry who is also currently directing me in Julius Caesar why would you think that)
  • Nursey and Casey hit it off because Casey is this great mix of Passionate and IDGAF and Nursey wants to be him when he grows up
  • Dex’s main reaction to him is “?????????” until he starts talking about his cabin in the woods and then they bond over Practical Shit like fixing window panes and Nature
  • (the rest under the cut because this always happens my posts are always long af)

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Dean is aging every day and Castiel can see it in the fine lines when he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle. Every day there’s another line forming and Castiel can see it. Every single one of them. He sees the first small gray hair that starts at the root of Dean’s hair. He doesn’t think Dean can see it, at first, but after a week Dean begins parting his hair differently. Castiel cannot see the single gray strand anymore, until there is a small bundle of them.

With each waking day, Dean’s hands begin to ache in the places that strains when he holds his gun. He pretends not to care, but Castiel knows. He can read Dean like a book he’s read a million times.

Castiel stays the same. Humanity caught up with his vessel in the short while he had no grace, yet now he seems to have stopped aging once again. He stays young while Dean’s knees ache. Small touches let Castiel ease the pain, and Dean catches on to what he is doing. He says thank you with his eyes, that still sparkle a beautiful sage color. The love Castiel has for Dean never dulls, but only deepens the more Dean let’s him heal.

It seems, eventually Dean wants to skip out on hunts. His bones throb too badly, or he’s catching yet another cold. Sam notices, too, but says nothing. It’s inevitable. Dean is much older than Sam is, and not as nimble anymore. Castiel always stays with Dean. Just in case.

Sometimes Dean will let Castiel sit with him while he watches the latest game on television. Usually Dean will fall asleep by halftime, never able to sleep well at night. His head always ends up on Castiel’s shoulder, beer slipping through his fingers that once held it tightly. Castiel puts the beer on the coffee table, and maneuvers to lean back enough for Dean’s head to rest comfortably on his chest. Castiel has no heartbeat for Dean to listen to, but placing a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder lets him pulse power through Dean’s veins, easing any ache or pain. Dean always sleeps better this way. It seems to give him a little bit more life that way.

Dean does not like it when Castiel heals him of his aches. “They let me know I’m still human, Cas. Just let me ache. That’s why they invented Advil.” Dean will say, giving Castiel a glare. But Dean always comes to Castiel at night, or comes to get him when the Advil won’t help his restless leg syndrome, or ease the throb of his nerves enough to get a few un-solid hours. Castiel is always more than willing to place that firm hand on Dean, watching him sleep peacefully like he deserves after a lifetime of restless nights.

“Let me heal you, Dean.” Castiel demands, watching the man he loves practically decay on the sofa. Dean had insisted on going to a hunt with Sam, and had sprained a few bones. They were not healing, and it had been over a week. “Please.” Castiel begs.

“No, Cas.” Dean repeats over and over. Castiel doesn’t care. Dean isn’t quick enough to dodge Castiel’s hand as if clamps around his ankle. It’s healed within seconds, and Dean is angry at him once more. “Damnit Cas!” Dean jerks his leg away, and glares red hot towards Castiel.

“I don’t understand, Dean!” Castiel barks back at him, “You can go on hunts all you want if you just let me heal you when you come back.”

“That’s not how life is supposed to work, Cas. I go on a hunt and I get hurt, if I die from it then that’s how it needs to be! No more loopholes, Cas. I’m gettin’ old, I know it, you know it, Sam knows it. Shit happens, and nature takes its course. It can’t do that if you keep interrupting it!”

“It sounds as though you want to die,” Castiel says dully, and blunt.

“Maybe I do.” Dean says quietly, hardly shocking Castiel. “I’ve lived a long life, saved a lot of people and then some. I’m alright with it.”

Castiel can’t cry, but if he could then he would be sobbing. He can feel it inside, how sad he is. “Dean, I’m not alright with it. My whole purpose of being is because of you. Every day before you, I simply waited for the day. And every day after, I was living for you and fighting for you. There was never a moment I was doing something that wasn’t for you in some way. If you’re gone, what am I supposed to live for?”

“Live for Sammy, Cas. He needs someone, too, you know.”

“Dean, as soon as you’re gone Sam is going to go back to a normal life. And you know that.”

Dean shakes his head, “I don’t want you to interfere anymore, Cas.”

Castiel nods a final nod, and says nothing the nights he still eases Dean’s pains when Dean calls for him. The days go by quickly, as do the seasons. He is worse in the winter, and soon he hardly moves from his worn spot on the sofa.

Castiel leaves Sam with him a single day, saying they need him briefly in Heaven. Dean smiles at him and says he’s happy Cas is off doing angelic things for once. Castiel smiles back and Sam nods. He knows Castiel’s plan.

Castiel comes back over a day later, and Dean is asleep in his bed. When Castiel enters, Dean stirs and reaches for him. He must be hurting again. Castiel gets down to his briefs and slides in bed with Dean, the single brush of skin easing all of Dean’s pains. He relaxes entirely against Castiel. Dean feels very hot, and clammy.

“Are you sick again?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah,” Dean grunts. “I went out for a drive and got caught in the rain. I think it’s the flu,” Dean grumbles. Castiel brushes a soft hand over his forehead and dulls the fever. “Thanks,” Dean says softly. Castiel is thrown off by the acceptance but says nothing. Dean begins talking. He’s somewhere between sleep, stuck in a limbo. “I am gettin’ scared, every day.” He admits in the quiet air of the bedroom. “Once my light goes out, that’s it. No more chances like I’m used to.”

Castiel interrupts softly. “I could give you another, Dean. We can age together, this next time. If you let me.” There’s a pleading tone in Castiel’s voice that Dean can recognize.

“No, Cas. I need to be a man about this.” Dean grumbles, head rolling to rest on Castiel’s pale chest. “I’m just scared of where I’m going. I always thought death would be easy, that I’d die out on a hunt. It’d be quick, maybe not painless, but I thought it would happen so fast the fear wouldn’t set in. But dying of old age? Slow like this? Every day, man. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ closer. Every time I’m sick it’s like death is just looming, beggin’ me to go to sleep so it can take me. It gives me time to think about it, and the fear gets bad. I hate bein’ scared. I’m scared I’m goin’ to hell, or purgatory again. Or get stuck in the void like Kevin did. I wanna go to Heaven, and be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo.” Castiel faintly realizes Dean is crying silently, tears pooling beneath Dean’s cheek.

“In Heaven,” Castiel begins. “I talked to some of my superiors.” Dean ‘mm-hmms’, quietly. “They would not take my grace, so my age would catch up. But I reserved you a spot, right where you want to be. And I will escort you myself. Not a reaper, or a demon. Me, and I will hide nothing from you. I will hold your hand the whole way.” The love Castiel has for this man is swelling hugely in his vacant chest, and if Castiel could cry he would cry for love.

Dean’s fingers skim past Castiel’s chest to grab his hand. The hold is limp, and weak. Castiel’s worry is at its highest, and he feels the desperate need to go yell for Sam.

Somehow, Sam senses Castiel’s desperation. He barges into the room, eyes wide with worry. Castiel and Sam’s eyes meet and the words don’t need to be spoken.

“Dean?” Sam asks, walking to his brother. Dean let’s out a small moan of acknowledgement, and faintly tells Sam he loves him. The grip on Castiel’s hand is slightly stronger when Dean finds the energy to kiss Castiel’s chest, the words unspoken but there. Castiel wraps fingers through Dean’s damp hair and holds him close.

Sam is crying silent tears and holds back a sob by biting his fist.

Dean goes quietly, in his sleep. Castiel slips from underneath him and makes sure to tuck him in as he goes to console Sam, who has aged as well, but is still young and healthy. Death won’t take him as quickly if he begins to settle down. Castiel makes sure to tell him this.

Castiel explains his plan to Sam over once more. He’s going to lead Dean to Heaven himself. He’s going to be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Just like he wanted. Castiel will be there, too, and he will be down whenever Sam prays to him. And if Sam wants, Castiel will walk him through the veil, too.

Castiel’s conversation is interrupted by Dean. A Dean Sam cannot see, but yet the same Dean he knows. Dean has a worried look in his eye, watching Sam cry silent tears. Castiel tells Sam it’s time, and gives him a large hug goodbye. He pleads for Sam to go find a woman, and settle down and have kids. Go back to Stanford. It’s possible. Sam promises he will try, and that he will pray often.

Castiel takes Dean’s hand and vanishes. The veil is shadows and daylight mixing together, like oil and water. Mixing but never becoming one. Dean holds Castiel’s hand tightly, fingers laced. Castiel steps through a very certain strand of daylight. Dean covers his eyes when it becomes too bright.

They’re at Bobby’s. It takes Dean a single moment to blink and look around. Ellen comes from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.

“Heya, boys. Just in time for supper.”

That night, Castiel holds Dean close. Dean let’s him. After all, they’re stuck in a piece of Heaven where no one dies, aches, or bleeds. Despite Dean’s healthy bones, Castiel still caresses Dean’s body just like before.

anonymous asked:

Rec me a long, angsty, smutty (not amateur), fic. Preferably bottom!h 😅 but I'm really down for whatever plot. Like FWB, Enemies to lovers, head canon, etc. LITERALLY ANYTHING JUST WANT LONG AND SMUTTY AND MAYBE A LIL SAD BUT HAPPY ENDIG AND HARRY BEING FUCKED :( please :( (But I haven't read a fic where one of them was dared to date the other??)

Ok anon. you asked for a lot in this ask! So here’s kinda a mix of everything?? Idk I tried lol. If you want a more specific fic, message me again. But if you mainly just want long b!Harry fics, I suggest going on the AO3 tag Bottom Harry, and then setting the sort filter to word count. That should do the trick! Enjoy :D

baby loves when daddy gets high by octobertwo (cheshirebottom) (60k words) I love her smut! omg its perfect mix of filth and deliciousness! Check out all of her works !!

au set in los angeles where harry sings in dive bars and hooks up with men twice his age; french painter fresh from paris louis may or may not end up being the sugar daddy he’s been looking for.

[alternatively as: louis is a millionaire with a slight affinity for narcotics and harry just wants to be the coney island queen.]

“daddy gets high, but daddy takes care of business.”

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn (95k words) A smut classic. Jesus Christ. It’s sooo good mate. So good. 

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently “not another surly teacher” meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin’s trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

The Bet by ShellSea12 (61k words) There’s some dare fics out there, I just can’t find them atm. So I’m recommending a bet au. 

Summary: When Louis bets Zayn that he can make anyone fall in love with him in under a month, he doesn’t expect Zayn to pick loner Harry Styles as the challenge. Larry Stylinson AU COMPLETE

Empty Gold by rainbow_kings (148k words) [long, b!H, enemies to lovers]

AU where Louis Tomlinson attends the vigorous, demanding performing arts school: Guildhall in hopes to complete his theatre degree. He is a scholarship student, always having to work twice as hard to prove his worth which has caused him to feel resentment and anger towards his subordinate position.

Harry Styles is the wealthy, naturally gifted actor who effortlessly snatches all the main roles within the class. The complete contrast to everything Louis is.

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles have had bad blood and despised each other for the two years they attended Guildhall together, making each task a competition between each other.

In the final year, when Guildhall produces and performs an original play, Louis is heartbroken to learn the lead role has been been received to Harry and he’s the second role. He’s mostly terrified, however, when he realises he has to date Harry in the play as their characters. They come together through awkward stage kisses that transforms to hate sex, heated arguments, rehearsal times after lectures and baking carrot cake together.

Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart (291k words) [long, b!H]

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it.

“My publicist told me I can’t go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night’s eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

you are in love by wildestdreams (207k words) [long, b!H, angst]

The one where there’s late night coffee runs with deep conversations, lots of frat parties with cute frat boys, TV show references, numerous social network interactions, first kisses in the rain and a slow burn love story between two unlikely people.

welcometomomuniverse  asked:

Hi, I'm doing some research right now in regards to fans imagining of harry potter. you were the first blog i found to suggest the idea that harry could be Indian. Do you have any specific headcanons in regards to this? Or what it means to you to have him be Indian? It's okay if you're not comfortable answering. Thanks.

This is a really great idea! I hope your research goes well. 

Well I began to imagine Harry as being half Indian because Harry as a character reminds me of my brother (who like me is half Indian). I always saw him as looking sort of like Dan in terms of skin colour and hair colour. 

It was only through Tumblr that I really started to look more deeply into it. A lot of people had Harry as mixed race in their minds and seeing all that art and those ideas allowed me to explore my own thoughts on it. 

Reading the books again (I read them at least once a year), I realised how meaningful it was that the Dursleys had never liked or approved of James Potter. They seemed to see Lily as having lowered herself by marrying him. To me, as a child of an Indian father and English mother, I KNOW that reaction very well. Sometimes it’s not said, but it’s implied and it gets to you. People called James lazy and basically hinted that he wasn’t good enough for Lily (Snape and Petunia mostly) which is a sure sign he was brown, because as far as I can see James was a good man who adored his wife and son. A lot of people will unfortunately always go out of their way to try and make brown men look bad. Not to mention that Snape’s superiority complex was so deep that I find it hard to believe that it just came from the fact James was cruel to him at school. I honestly believe it was partly because Snape held racist beliefs (at least when he was younger). He never could take it that Lily had chosen James over him. 

The stuff about Harry’s dark, messy hair seemed to fit too, because in our family we all have dark hair that curls. My brother’s hair curls if it grows long enough, and my dad has really thick dark hair as well. 

Then there’s how the Dursleys used to try and hide Harry’s appearance from the neighbours, which implied he looked noticeably different to his family. I always got the impression the Durselys and their neighbours were UKIP sort of people. You know, the sort who wouldn’t say they were racist but would be suspicious if they saw a brown person in a shop. 

I know the reason the Dursleys don’t tell Harry about James is because of the magic, but I also like to think that part of the reason was that they wanted to bring him up like a ‘nice English boy’ and keep him from his father’s culture. Everything about them screams trying desperately to make Harry ‘normal’ and to them ‘normal’ would probably mean trying to erase his links to his heritage. He might have found power and solace in that, and they wouldn’t have wanted that.

There’s also the fact that before James was murdered, he was making sparks of light fly from his wand to make baby Harry laugh. In 1981 (the year of the murders) Diwali would have fallen on October 27th, which is only 3 days before Halloween, when James was making the sparks. I personally feel this could have been to do with Diwali, since it is the festival of lights. 

Last (that I can think of right now) is how Harry’s eyes always stand out to people. They are obviously striking, and I think him being brown skinned and dark haired and having his mother’s green eyes would make that more prominent. My brother has green-ish eyes (inherited from our mother), despite the fact most of our Indian family (me included) all have dark brown. It’s definitely noticeable and something you might comment on. 

Thanks for the question by the way! These aren’t all my original headcanons, but I can’t really source them because they’ve come about through reading the ideas of lots of people and forming my own ideas for Harry through them. 

xxx

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Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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anonymous asked:

hey there, i was wondering what your thoughts on Sofia Coppola's The Beguiled getting rid of the one black character from the original? i kinda have mixed feelings about it. sofia never has POC in her films anyway and having the only WOC in The Beguiled be a slave is messed up, but i still feel like maybe there should be POC there. i'm still excited for the film but i wish she was subverting a little more of what the book/1971 film had already done, maybe by having the black character do more.

Hey!

My feelings are very similar to yours.

Coppola briefly addressed the issue in one of her Cannes interviews for the movie saying that slavery was so important that she would rather cut the character out than handle it in a half-assed way. That isn’t something I find to be a really satisfactory answer. I feel like if she knew more black women or had collaborated with a black woman writer or if in an alternate universe a black woman was directing that this person would have been able to expand on the character in a subtle way that neither made her a racist stereotype nor reduced her to a walking lesson on how slavery is bad. 

Coppola gets a lot of (imo justly deserved) criticism for her movies being all about white blonde girls. I used to find that aspect of her casting annoying but after seeing The Bling Ring I changed my mind. The Bling Ring was based on a real life group of teens most of whom were Asian or hispanic. In Coppola’s movie she focused on the white characters and the only poc was the ring leader, who was of Asian descent, who was reduced to a co-lead. So after that I realized this is just who she is. She’s going to keep making beautiful movies but they’ll always be about white people.

And let’s get real here: even if she had expanded the point of view of the black character in The Beguiled it still would just be a subplot in a story that is ultimately about white people. Even if she decided that all the projects she’d make for the rest of her life were going to be centered around poc they would still ultimately be about poc as interpreted by a white woman. Which points to the bigger issue at hand here: the reason things like this hurt so much is because there is an industry wide racism problem and women of colour have so much trouble getting projects made and then getting the critical/financial support they need to continue. 

So I have no problem with anyone seeing The Beguiled but I really hope people who are disappointed by the whiteness of her movies go and seek out the work of women of colour. If anyone wants suggestions they can always hit up my inbox! Giving a special shout out here to the TV show Queen Sugar. Ava DuVernay produced and a big selling point was that she hired an all-women directorial team for both seasons of the show. But something that was not talked about but which is also so important was that almost every director she hired was a woman of colour. Off the top of my head she hired Victoria Mahoney, So Yong Kim, Aurora Guerrero, Julie Dash, Cheryl Dunye: feature film directors who have at least one or more movies! So familiarize yourself with their names and their work! And go see The Beguiled if you’re interested in it and drop me a line letting me know what you think. 

forgotten-pumpkinpie  asked:

Hello!! I'm looking for a few super fluffy, cute enough to make you gag but still want more AUs that take place in a coffee shop, library, or book store!! Please and thank you :)

i think i can help you with that!

this post is going to be a bit long so i’ll divide it into two parts :)

library/bookstore aus

coffee shop aus

  • i tell myself that i come here because of the coffee but really it’s just because of the barista that works here every morning
    • heck, i don’t even like coffee
  • by god this is the most awful cup of coffee i’ve ever had but you looked so pleased with yourself when you handed it to me and now i don’t have the heart to throw it away
    • so yes, i am going to down this entire coffee and i am going to like it
  • you come in here practically every day and we chat quite a lot but i feel awful because i still can’t remember your name yet i can remember your order off by heart
    • i change my name everyday because it’s adorable whenever you ask for my name and it’s not what you expected you have a little look of surprise mixed with disappointment and it’s the best thing i’ve ever seen.
  • we’re both on our computers doing work and i hadn’t really taken any notice of you until you randomly airdropped a document onto my computer saying; ‘can i buy you a coffee sometime?’
  • i was having a really bad day and my patience was practically non-existent at this point, unfortunately you messing up my order was the final thing to make me snap. 
    • and yes, i did just start crying in the middle of an overcrowded coffee shop. 
      • “here, let me get you another coffee and we can talk about it if you want.”
        “…okay.”
  • i keep putting cheesy pick-up lines on your cups but i don’t think you realise because you’ve never said anything back, that was until one day i put my phone number on your cup and i actually got a text from you later that day. 
  • you were my favourite barista at the coffee shop and we’d always talk on your shift, you sometimes mentioned in passing how if we talked to much your boss would fire you - of course, you said it in such a joking way that i assumed it was just casual humour. that was until when i arrived one morning and saw you weren’t there, instead you were waiting for me in the coffee shop but not as a barista, as a customer.
    • “i got you fired! i’m so so sorry! how can i repay you?”
      “seriously, don’t worry about it. i never liked this job that much anyway.”
      “… can i at least buy you a coffee?”
  • instead of going out for dinner, we go out for coffee instead
  • you come in at least two times a day and it’s getting a bit worrying, you seem so on edge all the time and the amount of caffeine you take in can’t be healthy. 
    • i changed your order and gave you decaffeinated coffee instead
      • i looked over at you when i tasted my coffee as if to say; “why?” but you just smiled sincerely and i feel as if my heart just exploded 
  • did you seriously just order tea… at a coffee shop
  • im the new barista and you’re my co-worker, you’re the best barista in the shop and i didn’t believe it until i tasted your coffee and holy shit, how is this humanely possible?????? teach me your ways !!
  • ive never been to a starbucks before and i have no idea what any of this means and the people behind me are getting kinda annoyed, could you help me out??
    • “that makes no sense, ‘venti’ means twenty in italian not large”
      “i’ve been working here for five years and i think about this everyday don’t worry.”

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- Gil Brodie’s story: His character arch is very well written, and I it really challenges a lot of the stereotypes about mlm relationships. While his character could be bigger, we still get to see a 3D gay man grow as a person

- The choice system. Often there’s no clear good or bad option, and it really means you have to think about the repercussions of your actions, the right path isn’t always clear.

- The dialogue system: Again you have the chance to create a much more complex character, you can really see Ryder’s reactions change based on your choices. People around you also react differently depending on how you talk.

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Ease - Part 17

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.1k (sorry)

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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It became a habit, checking your phone every few minutes to see if there was a text, if there was a missed call. But every time, there would be nothing. Then that same old bitter feeling settled in your stomach, and it became harder and harder to focus on the essay you were writing. Eventually, you gave up and sat back, staring at the paper but not quite seeing it.

It was the day of the competition: the day you’d been waiting for for months, but it wasn’t going quite how you’d imagined it back then. Instead of getting ready excitedly with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi, you were sat in your room tearing your hair out at the memory of Taehyung walking away from you with a betrayed look in his eyes. You’d told Jungkook what had happened, and how Taehyung’s parting words and the lack of communication confirmed that he’d dropped out of the dance, and Jungkook didn’t seem at all surprised.

“He can sulk for a long time,” he had explained, wincing as he walked into his kitchen, his ankle still causing him pain. “After so many years of knowing him, hasn’t he ever done that before?”

You had said he hadn’t, because when you fought, it never lasted long. Over the years, you’d relied on his forgiving nature, but this time was different. He knew how much this dance meant to you and Jungkook, so if he was willing to let it all fall through, he was seriously hurt. You didn’t blame him.

Yoongi had texted you that morning, asking whether Taehyung had given in and if you would be performing, and your eyes stung slightly as you typed out a simple no. You hadn’t forgiven yourself for what happened, so you didn’t expect Taehyung to either. For the past couple of nights, you’d eaten your way through several tubs of ice cream in front of the TV, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates crept around you, not disturbing your binge and letting you eat your feelings away. However, on the day of the competition, it didn’t seem to be working, so you sat down to get some work done. Which also wasn’t working.

You had no energy left in you to win Taehyung round. Deep down, you knew keeping that secret from him would hurt in the long run, but you didn’t realise how much it would hurt. Everything seemed so futile, and it left you feeling empty. You had to force yourself to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, but your mind never once strayed from Taehyung.

As you stared out of your window at the cloudless sky, your phone began vibrating angrily against the wooden desk. It flashed up with a name, and your heart sunk when you realised it wasn’t Taehyung. It was your mother.

“Hey,” you answered, switching to English.

Y/N! You haven’t called recently, is everything okay?” came her chirpy yet slightly worried voice.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed, eyeing the bin that was full of empty ice cream tubs. “How’s home? Did you get the money I sent you?”

“I did, thank you. It’s all been sorted with the rent, so don’t you worry about that. You’ve done us a massive favour. Thank you, Y/N, honestly. But I was mainly calling about something else. I wanted to ask you about Taehyung…”

You took in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever idea she’d come up with. Usually she’d ask you to invite him to some family outing that she’d spontaneously planned, whether it be a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip in town. Excuses popped into your head to get out of asking Taehyung without arousing suspicion as your mother continued talking.

“It was quite strange. I was making a quick trip to the market to pick up some groceries, and I could’ve sworn I saw Taehyung walk past. So I called out his name, just to be sure, and he turned and looked around. He didn’t see me, but it meant I could see his face and it was definitely him. Has something happened in his family? Surely he’s missing classes by coming home.”

“What?” you asked flatly, standing up suddenly and sending your chair clattering to the floor. The door to Yeona and Mijung’s room opposite you opened, but you ignored it. “He’s in Daegu?”

“I saw his mum, but of course, I didn’t want to be insensitive so I just asked if Taehyung had some time off. She said he hadn’t, and I didn’t push her any further than that. Plus, I don’t speak enough Korean to ask anything else. Tae looked really sad, too, bless him.”

“He’s in Daegu,” you repeated hollowly, just as your bedroom door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Yeona.

“Can you keep-”

“I’ve got to go,” you said down the phone, cutting off Yeona’s attempt at a scolding.

Not looking her in the eye, you brushed past Yeona as you hurried towards the front door, your mind in turmoil. Was it really that bad that Taehyung had to go home? Or was it something else? You had no idea, but you were certain that either Jin, Namjoon or Jungkook did.

Really, all you needed to do was send a text to Taehyung’s housemates, but you didn’t want to stick around to be told off by Yeona, and you weren’t doing anything else productive, so you began pacing it towards Taehyung’s house in the hot spring morning.


Taehyung’s house was loud with noise when you arrived, as they were all singing along to a song playing on Jungkook’s phone. Jimin standing in the mix, which took you aback slightly as he danced next to Jungkook and sang his heart out.

“Jimin,” you said bluntly, catching his attention. His face split into a grin as he ruffled his silver hair, but you couldn’t understand why he was there and Taehyung wasn’t, so your smile back was weak. “Where’s Taehyung?” you asked him.

Jimin just shrugged, so you turned the question onto the other boys. Jungkook paused the music so you could be heard properly, resulting in a few grumbles from the others. After repeating yourself, however, you were met with silence.

“Taehyung? I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” said Jin finally, beginning to frown.

“Nor me,” added Namjoon. “Although I heard him bashing around in his room for a bit, but nothing else. We thought he was with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide as he realised something was up. It was such an innocent look that you understood why he got away with annoying Namjoon so often.

“Taehyung’s gone home,” you explained sadly, hoping against all hopes that you weren’t the sole reason for his unexplained departure. “He found out that I knew about Yeji.”

“Knew what about Yeji?” asked Jin quizzically, the same confused expression on his face as Namjoon. “Wait, is this to do with the thing that you kept from him? When he told you he liked you before you met us in the park?”

Slowly and hesitatingly, you explained the whole situation, with the help of Jungkook and Jimin. You watched as Namjoon and Jin’s faces turned from confused to angry to sorrowfully understanding as you talked, your burdens lifting off your chest as you did so. It was shameful describing what you did, especially to your friends who had always been so kind and considerate . Jungkook and Jimin also looked embarrassed, as they too had kept the same thing from Taehyung, but there was no doubt in your mind it was your responsibility. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend.

“… and now because of that, Taehyung’s gone back to Daegu and I can’t compete in the dance competition,” you finished, looking around at the others and waiting for them to say ‘it’s your own fault’ or ‘what’s done is done’. Because it was true: there was nothing else you could do.

Strangely, however, Namjoon seemed to believe differently. “Well, you need to go bring him back for the competition.”

You just blinked several times, not quite expecting that response. “I need to do what?”

“I’m not seeing all your hard work go down the drain, just because of some silly misunderstanding,” declared Namjoon. “I understand why Taehyung was mad, but it’s plain unfair to ruin this for you. I say drive down to Daegu, apologise, and tell him to get his ass back to Seoul.”

Laughing at the absurdness of it all, you shook your head. “If he’s upset enough to go home and miss classes, then he’s not going to come back if I simply say sorry. Plus, I can’t drive.”

“Jin does.”

“It’s broken down,” mumbled Jin, his face downcast. “Why do you think I’ve been looking after Jungkook? I’m not doing this out of kindness, you know.”

“How about… train!” Namjoon called out triumphantly.

Again, you shook your head. “Too expensive. I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I was just coming to check if there was another reason that he might’ve left, but I guess not. I’ll see you guys later.”

Walking towards the front door, you almost made it to the handle before a hand on your shoulder pulled you back. Wheeling around, you saw Namjoon standing right behind you, his dark eyes pitiful as he smiled softly.

“Don’t give up, okay?”

Looking down at your shoes, you tried not to let your face go red. “Namjoon, it’s too late. I’m tired of chasing him.”

He just chuckled lightly, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before letting go and walking away backwards. “It’s never too late to fight for something,” he said, turning around and leaving you standing there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do next.


Going back to your house, you walked into the main sitting area and almost burst into tears then and there. Instead, you gulped heavily to rid the stone from your throat and sank down onto one of the sofas, cuddling a cushion in your lap. How could you fight for a lost cause?

“Y/N! It’s your turn to do the-” Jiwon paused as she saw your stricken face, not knowing how to react. You didn’t bother looking in her direction, as your mind was elsewhere and you couldn’t be bothered to bring it back. Instead, you let her slowly remove her body from her bedroom and tentatively move towards you, her slippers dragging on the wooden floor.

“Is everything okay?” she asked quietly in a high-pitched tone.

When you didn’t respond, she disappeared for a minute, but returned with reinforcements. Before you knew what was happening, all three girls were sitting around you, eyebrows upturned in worry.

“You’ve been acting really weird recently,” commented Mijung bluntly, her ponytails jiggling about furiously as she fidgeted about next to you. “What’s the matter?”

That’s all it took for you to completely spill everything. For so long, you’d been keeping things to yourself and suffering quietly, but you were on a roll. For the second time that day, you told your secrets. You told them all about Taehyung, about how you fell in love over the years, about the dance competition, and all the way up to how you messed up by keeping too many secrets. It felt wrong at first, as your housemates were the last people you thought you’d tell about anything, but eventually you were glad you did. Mijung wrapped her arms around your shoulders while Yeona and Jiwon mothered you with blankets, as well as making sympathetic noises and offering their support.

“We had no idea,” muttered Yeona. She seemed genuinely distressed, which contradicted her usual grumpy aura. Although you had been told it was because she worked so hard, your opinion of the older girl never changed until that moment.

“So, you fancy Taehyung, and he was going to dance with you, but he’s gone back to Daegu because you upset him,” stated Mijung, summarising your points, “and you can’t fetch him and bring him back to Seoul because you can’t drive. Right?”

“Why don’t you text him?” asked Jiwon.

“He’s ignoring them. I don’t think it’s something you can sort out over text, anyway,” you sniffled.

“I can drive.”

Your hanging head lifted to look at Jiwon, mouth falling open slightly.

“I was in a similar situation with my boyfriend,” she explained, fiddling with the corner of a cushion. “I kept secrets because I was scared he would judge me if he found out. It almost ruined things completely.”

“You’d be willing to drive down to Daegu for me?” you spluttered incredulously.

“This will be so fun!” squealed Mijung, clapping her hands. “Road trip!” Standing up, she hurried to her room, but Yeona and Jiwon didn’t question it. You wondered if they ever bothered questioning Mijung’s actions.

“But you… don’t like me?”

“Nonsense,” Yeona laughed loudly. “Sure, you’re noisy, but you’re not so bad. Us housemates have got to stick together, right? And if Y/N’s in a time of need, then it’s our duty to help out.”

“It’s a long drive,” you argued, not quite believing your luck.

“How long will it take to drive?” Yeona asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“About three hours,” you responded, quickly glancing at Jiwon to see if she was frowning or not. Luckily, she nodded, and internally you cheered.

This was really happening, you thought to yourself. At the start of the year, you never would’ve thought that your housemates were willing to make an impromptu road trip to the other side of the country, just so you could participate in a dance competition. Scratch that, you wouldn’t have even thought that would ever happen an hour ago.

“We’ve got to plan this out,” instructed Yeona, immediately taking charge. “If we leave now, we’ll make it by mid-afternoon, leaving Y/N… not very long to win round Taehyung. By the time we get back to Seoul, the show would just be starting, if Y/N’s quick.”

“Sounds good to me!” cheered Mijung, coming back from her room with a crate of food. “I’ve got the provisions.”

“How…” began Jiwon, trailing off as she stared at the pile of snacks and drink cans that Mijung was struggling to carry, her small frame leaning backwards slightly to support the mound of food. Turning back to Yeona, she added, “We’ll be cutting it fine, won’t we?”

Yeona nodded. “Y/N, you’re going to have to be quick. Jiwon, you need to push the speed limits where you can, because if you’re late for shows like this, they don’t let you perform at all. They’re really strict on schedules.”

Adrenaline filled your body as you realised what you were about to do. Could you make it? The excitement pumped in your blood at the thought of dancing with Taehyung on stage, but it was a distant dream. If you didn’t have long to talk, you might not be able to convince him at all, and you didn’t want to waste people’s time by driving down to Daegu for nothing. But you wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook proud. After messing with his emotions for so long, it was the least you could do for him.

The girls began packing up the car while Yeona gave out strict orders on directions if there was traffic. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing they were going out of their way to help you. It was strange how their personalities began to show, too. For so long, you’d assumed that both Jiwon and Yeona were crabby and snarky, and Mijung was slightly crazy, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out differently. Jiwon was slightly nervous, but seemed extremely intelligent, Yeona was a natural leader, as she was calm and in control, and Mijung was a devotee for food and seemed to have a positive outlook on absolutely everything. Your spirits were lifting by the second, knowing that your housemates weren’t completely heartless, and that you might still have a shot at the competition. And a shot at fixing things with Taehyung.

This might solve everything, or could be a complete disaster.

And you hoped and prayed it was the first.


An hour later, you were driving down the highway, Yeona sorting out timings and Mijung with you in the back asking you endless questions about Taehyung. The car was a mess already, with sweet wrappers everywhere and a strong smell of vanilla wafting through the air, despite the air con being on full blast. There was also a sticky residue near your feet, which you believed was Mijung’s fault, as during a two minute pit stop her drink went from full to almost empty, but she denied the accusations. Despite the litter crunching under your shoes, it was quite comfortable sinking back into the chair and letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window.

“Basically, you both like each other, and neither of you knew for years?” she asked, sucking on a lollipop that turned her lips blue.

“He was subtle about it,” you explained. “It was only when my friend pointed it out, I realised. I don’t know, I guess I just thought he was being friendly.”

“I wish you’d told us sooner. I would’ve immediately told you he was flirting. I have a romantic eye” said Mijung proudly.

You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to become friends, but more because of the rudeness and constant scolding you received had put you off. Although they were never your dream housemates, and they were nothing compared to what Taehyung had, but they were helping you do something that was completely insane, and you were eternally grateful.

Eventually, a couple of hours later, the buildings started becoming familiar as you reached the outskirts of Daegu, and you began directing Jiwon towards your house. You passed fields and small farms, all of which brought you nostalgia of the times where everything was so much simpler. A time when there was no heartbreak, no confusion, no secrets. High school was extremely stressful, as you were working well into the night just to get a good grade, so even though you’d never go back, you still missed how your life was back then.

“What are you going to say to him?” Mijung asked softly, as if she knew you were growing more and more nervous as you drew closer.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes out of the window and watching the trees and bushes flash by. “I guess sorry would be a start.”

“Don’t panic,” she reassured. “If he really loves you, he’ll let you in.”

Something told you she wasn’t talking literally.

anonymous asked:

I've been having the most crappiest months ever, my life is a mess right now and I am so fragile, everything makes me cry or feel emotionless. And to top it of my mum is having surgery tomorrow. I could really use a fluffy fic, to remember that hopefully everything will be alright. That there's a real son why I'm going through these horrible times xx

i’m so sorry this is weeks late, my love, i hope you’re doing okay, know i’m rooting for you, and here is some halloween sterek to hopefully make you feel better

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The first Halloween back home from college is not one Stiles is looking forward to. Nor is it one he wants to celebrate with full force and a damn party.

Scott, however, is keen to embrace the festivities now they’re able to, and he arranges for all of them to go to a “sweet” Halloween do at the town hall.

Stiles mutters darkly about Winifred, Mary and Sarah coming to curse them all, and Derek (to his huge surprise) starts humming the creepy song from the start of the movie as he throws a cushion at Stiles’ head.

He’s seemingly, astonishingly, totally okay with going to a party for Halloween.

Stiles attempts to resist, but his best friend is just so damn earnest.

Derek doesn’t even try to fight Scott’s excited announcement, only asks if they have to wear costumes.

“Of course!” Scott bounces over, claps him on the shoulder, “That’s the whole point!”

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Piece by Piece

That feel when you’re studying hyperpituitarism and suddenly get hit big time by the inspiration bug and something just spills out. Was going to be a quick text post and basically became a short fic on why Timkon is so fucking beautiful and I’m a bit emotional now. Time: 35 minutes done straight through, no edits.


Superboy fell in love with Timothy Drake piece by piece before he ever knew what love was. To him there was never really anyone else, Robin had simply been there, cared when no one else would and Conner’s entire concept of love was based solely around Tim.

It started with insecure, friendly smiles in Mount Justice, with the uncomfortable realization that he had more in common with Batman’s genius protégé than he’d initially thought. There were gentle words assuring Superboy of his humanity, of his worth and affectionate touches to the hands or shoulder. Long explanations on history or culture or personal events, lovingly explained to the new clone without a trace of superiority. Anger and frustration at Bart, Cassie, Batman, himself most of all, sometimes that anger was directed at the clone but it never hurt the way Superman did.

It continues with stupid fights, arguing over petty power struggles and places on the team. Robin nursing wounded flesh and broken bones but still taking the time to ask after the near invulnerable boy’s health. Tears and fears of death or life, after death was certain and was suddenly revoked leaving the boys stranded in a life they thought lost. But heartache made them stronger and somehow, in the middle of the collapse and implosion of Young Justice, Conner realizes that he cannot imagine life without that idiot Robin around. As friend or rival or teammate, he was always there and Superboy takes the moment to truly appreciate him.

It grows as Superboy himself does, becoming Conner Kent in addition to the Superboy. He lives on a farm and goes to school when he has to but he never forgets Robin. The slow growing love was found in exchanged texts half a continent away after Conner finally got a phone, hiding the exchanges behind the backs of their respective parents and mentors. It flourished during sunny San Francisco days spent kicking bad guy butt, his best friend at his back and was tempered by more pointless arguing, done because neither refuse to address the real problems in their lives. There are more gentle touches, innocent, well-meaning brushes of skin and gloves and clothes to convey something deeper than either understood.

It even develops as Conner kisses Cassie for the first, second, fiftieth, one hundredth time. He loves Cassie, he truly, truly does. He loves her hair and her smile and her strength and her brightness. But she is his sun, the one he wants to be with when he’s happy; he can never bring himself to tell her his troubles or thoughts or go beyond the picturesque daydream of their relationship. He smiles with Cassie and unloads on Tim, telling the human all his fears and wishes which are validated with a small, understanding smile. Cassie yells at him, why doesn’t he talk to her? He tells her he loves her but now Cassie is crying and saying it isn’t love if he only gives her a small portion of his heart. He tells her she’s wrong and then goes to talk to Tim.

Conner gets his first flush of realization on a mission, an ordinary one. There’s explosions and cursing villains and everything is loud and deafening in his ears. And then Robin is in his face, his mask all scrunched up in concern and everything fades. The whole world narrows in on Tim’s concern, his pounding heartrate, fast and fragile like a bird’s, and the gloved hand resting on Conner’s chest. The moment end and the sounds return but it sticks out in Conner’s mind as something special in a way he can’t describe. He can’t talk to Cassie. They are having troubles in their on-again, off-again relationship and he hates what that conflict has done to them. He misses being her friend. Conner settles on Bart and, completely out of character, the speedster smiles in a knowing way and runs off without a word.

It grows and grows without any further revelation until he reaches his last breath. As his life flashes before him following his battle with Superboy Prime, he is surprised by how Tim pervades every moment of his life and memories. Even during the times when the other boy wasn’t around, his words or his explanations or his stupid sense of caring hang over Conner's bitterly short life. He finds himself wishing suddenly and painfully to see Tim right then, more than Ma or Clark or Cassie. He loves them all and always will but none of them have ever been there for him like Tim was. Tim who showed him how to skateboard and sewed up his t-shirts on away missions and pushed Conner into a lake one time and cried for hours on his shoulder when his dad died.  Robin entered his life uneventfully but, piece by piece, became Conner’s everything. Out of the corner of his hazy vision, he catches a glimpse of red, yellow and green. His last act is to reach for those achingly familiar colors that are always too far away.

Conner doesn’t remember coming back to life or breathing again after centuries of stillness and death. The first thing he properly remembers in the medical ward in the 31st century is an old, old memory of Tim sitting with Conner on the roof of Ma Kent’s barn. Tim is talking about his parents, the loneliness of his childhood, the guilt of being Robin behind their backs. He asked Conner if there was anything he’d go back and change, if he could. Conner had said something stupid, of course, but at the time he couldn’t think of one thing he’d like to fix. Now lying on a bed, a long ways away from his home, he cries silently and regrets never telling Tim that everything Conner was, wanted to be, was because of Tim. He’s given the opportunity to go back to his time and takes it without a second thought.

A thousand variations of their reunion fluttered through Conner’s head as he flew to Tim’s last reported sighting. He imagined Tim breaking face, being all gross and teary and blubbery as he breaks character and hugs him. He wonders if Tim will be angry for leaving everyone behind and refuse to speak to him. He briefly contemplates sweeping the bird off his feet and planting a big wet one on him, but decides that might be for later. He isn’t expecting what he finds: Tim slightly taller and definitely more muscular in a costume that reminds him of everything wrong about Batman. Even his heart sounds different, no longer the fluttery little birds heart, so strong and brave despite his fears but the steady, resolute beat of a man willing to do anything for his beliefs. He feels like a stranger and Tim’s weak attempts to pretend things are normal feel like such a betrayal to the friendship they once had, to the person Tim used to be.

As weeks and months pass, Conner learns the events that broke and reshaped his best friend into this cold, dark person. He feels anger like he’s never known  to think of how unfairly Tim was treated in his absence. Tim, who gave more than anyone should be expected and who would light himself on fire to keep his friends warm, was let down by those he trusted. Pushed and pushed to be better despite the hurt only to be kicked to curb when Batman’s kid showed up and demanded the Robin costume. He’ll never forget the feeling when he saw Tim shirtless for the first time afterwards. His eyes darted from one new scar to another, each one bad enough to have taken Tim away for good. His fingers had reached out to the large one across Tim’s abdomen from his emergency splenectomy. Instead he turns around and goes to vomit in the nearest restroom. He asks Clark about why he, or any of the League, didn’t do anything to help. Conner hears weak excuses about Tim being strong enough to handle it. He slams the door to Clark’s apartment so hard it breaks when he storms out.

Despite the guilt, Conner still feels a sense of loss and betrayal over Tim’s transformation. He’d survived death and future only to come back and find his rock and his lifeline has been twisted beyond recognition. It’s rude and unfair but he feels it anyway. But then there’s a moment, they’re going over a case and Conner makes the obligatory stupid comment and Tim reciprocates and his mouth does this dumb thing that’s almost a smile and everything is good. Once he starts looking, he finds all sorts of Old Tim buried inside this New Tim that comes out at odds moments. There are even new habits there that are so endearingly Tim that he finds himself liking them anyway. Once upon a time, Tim had wormed his way into his clone heart and now, despite everything, he does it all over again one broken piece at a time

New Tim doesn’t smile much anymore, not counting those fakey smiles he gives on TV. Old Tim was always a little sleep deprived but New Tim takes it to an unhealthy extreme. New Tim is both stronger and scarier than ever before but it seems Conner is the only one who notices that Tim is like glass, right on the edge of shattering completely. Conner wants to help this Tim, this unhappy mix of New and Old, but he doesn’t know how. So he goes back to the start. Delicate touches, stupid jokes and stupider arguments, long, detailed explanations on his feelings of the Wendy reboot and how his History teacher is a crank. There are friendly smiles, understanding eyes and an open ear to all the burdens this new boy has to bear; offered freely just as Tim had done for him years ago. There are too many nights spent listening to Tim rant and rave about the injustices done to him; holding back his too long hair as he gets sick recalling painful memories and too many nights all of Conner’s efforts seem hopeless.

But then the smiles begin to come back, slowly but surely, those small, little Robin smiles that makes Conner’s heart leap. Friendly touches get returned, hesitantly at first but soon Tim’s hands on his back or shoulder becomes familiar. Tim lays out his troubles and listens as Conner absorbs and repeats back that those things shouldn’t have happened and by God does Tim look so relieved and vulnerable in that moment. Conner pulls his boy close, bringing his big arms around Tim’s tiny body and squeezes him as hard as he dares. The air is electric and this is the time in any normal movie the hero would say I love you and sexy shenanigans would ensue. But Tim turns to look up at him with big, watery eyes and it’s written all over his face, no words needed. Conner brings his head down until their foreheads are nearly touching. Piece by piece they fell in love, little things adding up into big things becoming something bigger than they’ll ever be able to describe. So they decide to leave all words behind and just appreciate how much bigger and better the world is to have the other in it.

The Sun, the North Wind, and the Fanfic Writer

Once upon a time two fanfic readers decided to have a contest to see who could best influence a fanfic writer they both knew to write stories that would please them.

The first reader, the North Wind, said, “Well, I will simply tell the author that her work is crap when she produces something I don’t like. What I like is stories where the main characters are kangaroos. She never writes them as kangaroos, and she SHOULD. If I yell at her loudly enough and use nasty enough terminology, she will feel chastened by my reproaches and write stories which are more to my liking.”

The second reader, the Sun, said, “I will simply enjoy whatever the writer is producing. If I don’t like it, I know that I don’t have to read it. Sometimes I like what this author writes and sometimes I don’t. That’s all right. I know that she’s a busy person and writing stories for us as a hobby, and she doesn’t get anything out of it except for our feedback. I will be kind to her, and hope that she will write more stories of the sort that I like.”

“You fool!” scoffed the North Wind. “Everyone knows that hate is more persuasive! Besides, I feel that she owes me personally the stories that I want to read!”

“Well, you try that,” said the Sun. “But I will try it my way and we will see who wins.”

They waited and waited. The writer found herself a little busy with boring things that she was required to do, rather than the things which she preferred: naps and eating chocolate cake and writing fanfiction. Finally the Sun messaged the North Wind to her let know that the writer had posted a new story. The Sun knew this because she had subscribed to the writer’s page on ao3. The North Wind did not care to show any sort of support, based on her mixed feelings about the writer’s stories, so she had not received the email. The Sun kindly also sent a link, and they both read the story.

The North Wind did not care for the story. The writer had utterly failed to pay attention to the latest trends of character interpretation according to the North Wind’s tumblr dashboard, and had interpreted the characters just as she saw them herself. Worst of all, she did not write them as kangaroos. The North Wind found this to be completely unacceptable, and said so. The North Wind had an account on ao3, but preferred to remain anonymous. “You are terrible!” she commented, using a name other than her own, and an email address that would connect no one to her true self. “You don’t write the characters precisely as I see them and you are therefore untalented and BAD! I hate you and think you should die! Write stories that cater to my every whim or else don’t write at all, you utter hack! Don’t you know that you should write these characters as kangaroos? It’s the only thing that makes sense to any rational mind!”

The writer wrote back and said, “Thank you for having read my story. According to my personal interpretation, this is how these characters would behave. However, you don’t have to read my stories. There’s no need to be so nasty.”

The North Wind copied this response and sent it to the Sun, saying, “Can you believe this??? I will NEVER read her stories again!”

“You always say that,” the Sun said mildly. “And yet you always read her stories. I wonder why.”

The Sun had quite liked the story, and decided to say so. She even wondered if the writer might be feeling a little badly over the North Wind’s angry comments, so she made sure to leave kudos, a bookmark – she had particularly liked the scene with the first kiss and knew that she would want to come back to it – and also left a comment. She commented about the things which she had liked, and asked the author a question about something which she personally had a slightly different opinion on. The writer responded and they had a pleasant conversation about it. The Sun wasn’t entirely convinced to change her own opinion, but understood the writer’s point of view and they ended their conversation amicably.

There was another time when the writer had written something which the Sun did not care for at all. There was a major character death and the Sun cried for days. She could appreciate the form and quality of the writing, but wasn’t sure she knew what to say, so in the end, she never left a comment. She always felt a bit guilty, but when she mentioned it to the writer, it turned out that the writer didn’t mind at all. “Not everyone will like everything I write,” she said cheerfully. “But that’s just the way it goes. I will just keep writing my own stories and hope for the best.”

The Sun thought that was very sensible. Over the years, she and the writer came to know one another a little bit through the conversations they had in comments on the writer’s stories. One day the Sun ventured to ask how the writer felt about the pressure from people like the North Wind to write the characters as kangaroos.

“The characters are not kangaroos in the canon,” the writer said cautiously.

“No, they’re not, but people really like kangaroo fic,” the Sun said, timidly, not wanting to pressure the writer. “People might like your stories even more if you wrote the characters as kangaroos.”

“The characters are not kangaroos in the canon,” the writer repeated, a little more firmly. “I will write them as they are in the canon.”

The Sun accepted this. She realised then that no one would “win” the contest of influence: the writer was simply going to write the stories that she wanted to write, according to her own interpretation. The Sun decided that this was just fine. She continued to read the writer’s stories and they continued to have a good relationship. She noticed that when the writer was happy, she tended to produce more stories, and more quickly. The Sun tried to make the writer happier by leaving kind comments on the stories that she enjoyed. Sometimes the writer wrote stories that the Sun liked more than the others, and sometimes she wrote stories that the Sun liked less than the others. These stories did not lessen the Sun’s opinions of the writer. She was still able to see that, while the writer had made some choices for the characters that she herself didn’t care for, the stories were nonetheless well-crafted and diligently written. And thus, she and the writer became friends and remained so for years. They were both happy.

The North Wind continued to badger the writer for kangaroo stories, particularly ones involving baby kangaroos.

She never got her wish.

The End.

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With apologies to the people behind Aesop’s Fables! *sheepish smile*

REQUEST! - MC with a tragic past x 707/Saeyoung


Hiiiiiiii there little beans!

So… okay, maybe it’s a little too long (?) But I wanted this request to be like a “mini one-shot” so I could explain the character as you wanted it to be. There’s no way I could write about an MC like that by writing an scenario…  Am I explaining myself? Dammit, sorry ;;

And one more thing before you read this… so, I think this is the first time I write such a long post in english, like I said it’s not my main language although I do write and talk in english almost every day (I’m studying English and Spanish language and literature at university) but it’s not that easy to me yet… So just that, if you find mistakes or any typo please tell me nicely and be patient with me, I’m trying my best ಥ_ಥ

This was a difficult request tbh, but you know what? I LOVE CHALLENGES! So, here you have! I really hope you enjoy reading this and please tell me if you like it and request and ask and askdfnsdf no im not nERVOUS YOU aRE ;; omfgfuck


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The first thing Saeyoung did when you joined the RFA was do a background check, he didn’t found much and that really surprised him, everyone has something, either is good or bad, but you? You were clean.

He found some profiles on different social media platforms but that was it, you didn’t interact that much with people, no actualized information about family or friends, just a few photos and the list of where you had studied and worked within these years. The only interesting thing he found about you was something about adoption, he found out you became orphan when you were ten and then they adopted you and you spent the rest of your days in Korea. 

That made Saeyoung wonder… What kind of past might be hidding under the covers? You were always so shy and serious, at first he thought you were the poor version of Jumin, dammit, your politeness and your serious manners almost fooled him. But, for some reason, he started seeing something that the other members of the rfa didn’t seem to notice, your serious attitude was just a façade to hide how damn broken you were inside. Maybe he knew something was wrong, maybe he knew you were wearing a mask because he was wearing his own mask to hide his own demons. Maybe that was why you could unterstand him better than anyone, and you were able to say what he needed to hear in the exact moment he needed to hear it.

He didn’t know anything, he tried to search more than a couple of times something that could have led him to understand why you were like that, what had happened to you… he tried to pull the threads of the adoption issue but nothing came out, just names and dates, nothing relevant. It almost seemed like you were a ghost, a fantasy of his shattered mind to release some pain, to feel loved… 

You always tried to avoid talking about your past and he did too, it was something mutual but, when everything went bat shit crazy and Saeran appeared and you finally discovered Saeyoung’s past… You felt kind of guilty, guilty for not being able to tell him about yours too, every damn time you tried but couldn’t tell him felt like a knife stabbing your chest. 

You felt that you owed him that much, the truth, the… the pieces to the puzzle you were, you wanted him to fully understand you, and for that to happen you needed to tell him the truth. Not telling him was betraying his confidence in you and you just couldn’t afford losing him, not ever, not in a million years. He was the only thing you had, he made you feel loved for the first time in… well, too many years, and you couldn’t risk that, just… you could never risk that much.  

So one day, after three months of dating, you gathered the courage to tell him the truth. You cried, it was the first time in years you opened to someone, so everything you had been hidding inside a box in your heart suddenly opened and floded your entire being; every memory, every word, all the lonely nights suddenly came to your eyes and your lips. You cried, and sobbed and hiccuped and you explained him all about you, what you remembered and what you knew from your adoptive parents, everything. 

You remember you had a poor family but you were happy and everyone was kind and loyal, you had such lovely, brave parents… But the fairy tail ended once the war started in your country, with such bad luck that your house was in the same district were the rebellious were hidding. 

It was days since you had eaten, the war had stopped the whole city on an hiatus and without a job your parents couldn’t gain money and without money there was no food… so they sneaked out to try to get something to eat for you and that was the last time you saw them, they got killed in the middle of a gun fight.

The only memory you have after that it’s about you, wandering through the streets, crying and calling your parents until someone picked you up and the nightmare begun. You were alone, the people who picked you up used to beat you up and used you as a slave until war paused and someone from the gobernment found about you and picked you up to south Korea. 

Your adoptive parents were good people, you needed time and therapy but you finally could start to love them and be kind and more open to them. They died in a car accident when you were twenty and you ended up alone once again, that was the moment you decided you wouldn’t open to anyone again, you wouldn’t love or care for anyone again, everyone that you loved ended up dead, that was the reason why it was so hard to get to open to Saeyoung, and you still were afraid to fully love him…

All the time while you were trying to explain yourself Saeyoung was hugging you, kissing your tears away, kissing your hair, your forehead, your hands, every scar you have… He tried to gave you strenght to continue and smiled tenderly every time you stopped to breath and wash your tears. 

He was finally able to pick up the pieces from the puzzle but he couldn’t believe how bad, how traumatic your past was, how broken you might be inside, he couldn’t even imagine how fucking hard that could have been for you. He cried too that night, he couldn’t sleep in days thinking about your history. He tried to be the best person for you since that moment, the most lovely and tender and understanding, always there when you might crash down from memories suddenly floding you head, always there to hug you to sleep after every nightmare. Always there.

He understands you’re not a prankster like him, he still do prank you anyways, he loves teasing you and see you laugh, he adores you. Oh, and that time you bought that “MEME GUIDE FOR DUMMIES” He felt something warming up in his soul, that was so cute… He laughed a bit tho, the moment had been pretty hilarious. Nonetheless, he will do whatever it takes to make you happy, even if that means watch romantic movies and take long walks or go buy you some ice cream at 3AM at that Mc Donalds drive thru at the other side of the town.


That’s one of those nights, you had a nightmare and he couldn’t sleep either so… It was something like this:


You were sweeting and moving to much in bed, he tried to cuddle you but then you started screaming and crying and he had to wake you up.


-Hey! MC…MC! MC are you okay? Please wake up babe, you’re scaring me, wake up my angel… -He tries to wake you up with sweet words and tender touches.


When you finally wake up you’re dead scared and still crying and sobbing. He sits in the bed with his back to the header, you’re lying on your side in a fetal position, in between his legs and with your head on his chest (I don’t know if it’s clear, if not I’ll search and post a photo of this posture). He’s the sweetest and the most understanding boyfriend you could ever ask for. 


-Okay, it’s okay little alien, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here with you… -He sing-songs, like a lullaby, calming you down.


-They… they were… and you-You try to speak but still the fear is more powerful than you.


-Shh babe, I’m here with you, listen to my heart, it will be alright alien -He says with a sweet voice, slowly running his fingers through your hair, giving you all the time you need to recover.


After a while you’re relaxed and feeling almost at bliss, he’s like a balm, his voice, his touches, his kind and lovely words… He’s the best thing that has happened to you, the best thing ever.


-I love you, you don’t know how much… don’t ever leave me, please Saeyoung… -You say and then you re-position yourself to be able to kiss him.


And you do, slow and smooth, you try to express how you feel through the kiss but it’s not long before you two start wanting more and run out of air, you move away from each other lips just to breath and clash again in a quite suffocated kiss, he cups your cheeks in his hands and you put yours in his shoulders so you don’t lose balance and you sink your nails on his flesh, his response is almost immediate, he moans and brokes the kiss to grasp for air. 


-MC… You… I… I love you -He says and looks at you with tender eyes.


Sometimes you love teasing him, you’re not a cheerful person, you’re quite serious most of the time to be honest, but tonight you feel like teasing him a little now that you’re feeling better -maybe it’s your way of avoiding your thoughts tonight, who cares, if it works for you then it’s okay- so you stand up from bed and look at Saeyoung, who’s looking back at you with a mix of lust and confusion.


-I want ice cream, let’s go to Mc Donalds’s drive thru! -You say all of a sudden, and you obviously think it’s not going to work, you think he’s going to grab you by the waist to drag you back to him and kiss you again… but, oh, dear… you’re quite surprised when he stands up too.


-Let’s go then, nothing I wouldn’t do for my little alien! -And he smiles and starts dressing, leaving you standing there, half naked and confused af.

So that’s how you end up in a Mc Donalds’s drive thru at 3 AM to buy a fucking McFlurry. That’s how it is, one moment you’re crying in the middle of a nightmare, then you’re kissing him and an hour later you’re buying ice cream. You’re happy just like that, it may seem crazy… but you love that, you’re in love with him, with his madness, with every inch of him, you’re in love with the life you’re living, even if it’s hard as hell sometimes.


And one day you’re going to marry him in the space station, that’s for sure.

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That’s it, have a nice day little beans  (っ◔◡◔)っ ❤

our tale ends here

“Hey Chuuya, if I died, what would you do?”

“I’d throw a fucking party. Good riddance.”

“Chuuya, if I died, don’t activate Corruption, ever.”

“I wouldn’t let you die, asshole.”

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i spent the past two weeks trying to convince my grandparents but they still won’t allow me, oh well, time to give up ;-; i will just be here, writing bc i’m stressed and i haven’t done my shs requirements.

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Soulmate! Taehyung Au

This is so bad omG I APOLOGIZE - admin nine


  • when you were little, your mother would tell you all the interesting stories behind the tattoos on your family’s arms.
  • For instance, you mom’s tattoo reads, “That drawing is as almost as beautiful as you.”
  • You loved the romanic stories of how soulmates met.
  • You loved romantic stories in general.
  • In fact, that’s all you wanted your mom to read you.
  • So you would start to believe that all first meetings between soulmates were romantic.
  • Until…. you could finally read.
  • Once you could actually read your tattoo, well…
  • Let’s just say “Could I have five sandwiches with just mayo and lettuce, a milkshake with a hash brown blended in, and a coffee?” wasn’t as romantic as you hoped.
  • In fact it wasn’t romantic AT ALL.
  • You were pretty embarrassed about your tattoo tbh.
  • So you always wore long sleeves and jackets to cover up your embarrassment.
  • Later on in high school, your mom no longer had spare money to buy you books or basic school supplies.
  • So you decided to get a job and started applying e v e r y w h e r e.
  • The only one you got accepted to was a fast food restaurant.
  • You had mixed feelings, wondering if you would meet your soulmate but at the same time anxious that your soulmate would be creepy or weird.
  • Nonetheless, you needed money and went to the job regardless.
  • Your first couple weeks were ordinary, with the occasional weird orders here and there.
  • But none of them were as bizarre as the one engraved on your forearm.
  • And it stayed like that for a couple months
  • You started to give up hope on finding your soulmate
  • That is until 6 months after you initially started your job.
  • You had been going about business like usual, serving a customer, until you heard a very familiar sentence from the next line over.
  • “Could I have five sandwiches with just mayo and lettuce-”
  • You never sprinted to whisper into someone’s ear so fast.
  • “PSST. MAYA COULD WE SWITCH CUSTOMERS FOR A SECOND?” -
  • “Uh but aren’t you in the middle of yo-”
  • “PLEAAAASEE, he’s my soulmate”
  • “… okay but you have a weird ass soulmate. At least he’s cute.”
  • She turned to your soulmate, stating “she’ll take your order,  sir” with the largest smile you’ve seen in 6 months.
  • “Okay so, um, could I get five sandwiches with just mayo and lettuce, a milkshake with a hash brown blended in, and a coffee, please?”
  • “Of course. But I hope you know half the people here are judging your life choices”
  • You looked up and gave him a small little smile, raising the sleeve on your arm and displaying your tattoo.
  • A large, toothy grin spread across his face.
  • He sorta looked like a puppy.
  • a v cute puppy
  • You went on break once he paid and started to get to know each other
  • His name was Taehyung and apparently those orders weren’t actually for him
  • “Oh thank god I thought you were on a weird diet”
  • It was actually for a bet to see which of his friends could each the most disgusting food.
  • Which honestly was pretty funny
  • Throughout your conversation Taehyung would complement you none stop
  • “Your eyes are really bold and pretty”
  • “Your smile makes me want to smile”
  • After a couple minutes his order is ready
  • It smelled awful.
  • “Hey, why is only the coffee normal?”
  • “The coffee? Oh this is mine. Oh one sec-Could I get a straw please?”
  • “Wait a minute, who tf drinks coffee with a straw.”
  • “I do okAy.”
  • Once he leaves you go back to work.
  • Only for him to rush back inside and give you his number.
  • “You should call me and stop by later to see my friends eat this crap.”
  • “Sure I would love to.”
  • “Great, now I can introduce my beautiful soulmate to them.”
  • And you’re left blushing like heck throughout the rest of your shift
  • Even though your tattoo wasn’t the most romantic, at least it was still memorable.
Things I love about the Signs
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> You're so passionate about things. You manage to get to me when you talk. You leave something in my head, you know. You inspire me, influence me in a good way. You're like the rising sun. Your face is a piece of art. You're such young souls, so full of life. You fight your battles and you win. There's something about you that attracts me so much. You speak to me like no one else does. You're so intelligent.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Your will is stronger than a thousand armies. You are so trustworthy, reliable and adorable. This little smile you give people you like when they walk by. You are honest. You can sense when I'm about to make a mistake and you try to keep me from doing it and when I do it anyway you say "I told you so" but you're still there for me. You're so pacient. You know how to enjoy life. You're both; a young soul and a wise person.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> If someone knows how to make things 100% better then it's you. You literally grab the dark clouds and push them away. You're the sunshine. You brighten every day. Your way of thinking is really inspiring and the way you see life is the way I wish I could see it. You never really get mad at me although I mess up so often. You just understand people as if you could see what's going on in their heads. You're a walking mess but you're such a beautiful combination of many messes at once.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> You're so strong. You pick yourself up when you're on the ground. You never bother people, never ever. It's so easy to talk to you, so nice to spend time with you. You're so kind and caring and loving. And you know how to treat people right. You know what someone deserves but you're willing to give them more than that without being naive. You yell at me when it's needed and this is something I can never thank you enough for. You kick someone's ass in order to make them get up again.<p/><b>Leo:</b> You sometimes have these moments when you randomly point out someone's good traits. You never forget to say something good about someone but you're also not afraid of saying something negative about someone. But you're never really mean and if you are, you apologize. You're honest. You know when someone needs to talk and you always manage to keep something private. If you promised something, you keep it. Sometimes life gets really tough for you but you just keep fighting and you never run out of power. Seriously, you're so powerful.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> You're a good friend. You may hold a grudge for long but that's okay. You realize something is wrong long before anyone else does. You encourage me to go for the things I dream of. You give me motivation when I'm not even willing to breathe. You're brutally honest and you can cure every wound that's been caused so far. You have healing powers. You know that words are powerful weapons and you use them wisely.<p/><b>Libra:</b> You see the good in all the bad. You find light in the dark, art in the things I threw away. You inspire me and you never stop. Your cheekbones are goals. You know the most beautiful places and you're a beautiful person. You always try to make me laugh and you never fail. You understand things I didn't even know that existed. You're a genius in your very own way.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> I just cannot look away. You're so interesting and magnetic. You never reveal much of you but you always drop hints. You're passionate and strong willed and your roaring is louder than a lion's. Your heart is bigger than the ocean and please, don't see this as a weakness. It's your strength! You can literally move something. You have so much power, so much will. You find a way. Always. Your soul is dark but your stars burn bright.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> You stand for the things you believe in, even if you stand alone. You're not afraid to speak up and you won't lower your voice for anyone. You don't accept a "no" when you know you deserve a "yes". You don't depend on anyone. You're so colourful, creative. You are a beautiful creation of many mixed colours and you can paint with words.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> You're almost never wrong. You can literally predict the future. You give better advices than anyone else and you're never afraid to take the blame when you know you made a mistake. You stand for what you did or what you said. You're very honest and intelligent. You know more about people than you should and you share your life with all your loved ones.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> You combine the most beautiful melodies inside you. You're so full of life and kind of wise at an early age already. You don't care what others say, you do what you think is best for yourself. But you're not reckless. Your door is always open for those who want to come in and also for those who want to leave. You don't play games. You don't love with half your heart only. You're whole. And you love with all your heart.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> You seem so innocent but you're so strong and so powerful. You're the kind of person that people go to war for but you're also the kind of person to lead an entire army. You know that you're usually being underestimated and you play with that, you surprise. You have such a beautiful mind and your heart is gold. You fight hate with love and you win. You tell great stories and your presence is really calming and comforting.<p/><b></b> Lots of love to you all 💜<p/></p>

stop saying stupid things.

heatherlanntheclever  asked:

Is there any chance of a happy ending for the Lannisters? I know they are awful people but why develop their motivations and give each of them a genuine moment of compassion if they are just going to murder each other? Every other POV gets a moment of truth/redemption why not the children of Tywin/Patriarchy/Aerys and Disability? I'm a bad person myself so I need to believe the Lions can defy themselves and prophesy and overcome their nature or what's the point? Not all of us are born Starks.

Hey! So it’s gonna take me a few minutes to answer your question, but I promise I’m gonna get there.

In one of the other shows I watch, an actor commented on the banality of evil. He said that evil is something commonplace. Given the right circumstances, great acts of evil could be committed by your neighbors, or your friends, or you, or me. Because evil is so easy. “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” You needn’t be a monster like Gregor to commit evil; you need only be human. 

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Ezra’s nightmares

Every Specter of The Ghost Crew has their share of nightmares.  Quite frequently, at times.  I’ve done Sabine’s nightmares before, so now I feel like writing Ezra’s:

  • When he’s on the street, what sleep he can snatch is too light to be coherent.  All that happens are incoherent snatches of emotion of voices.
    • Feelings of suffocation, now and again
      • One time it was actually another street kid trying to smother him. He woke up in time.
  • Once he gets his tower, he can sleep a little better (although he learns to sleep with his energy slingshot in easy reach)
    • Thus he can really dream.  
      • These dreams are whirls of colour and noise.  The stamp of boots, the screams of his parents people he didn’t recognise.
      • These dreams get worse every Empire Day.
  • His first few nights on The Ghost are bad.
    • Hera never says it, but she wonders if it’s about being away from Lothal.  As much as she wanted and needed to leave Ryloth, she missed it.
    • After the sixth time they pull a dead-to-the-world Ezra out of a vent, before he hurts himself like in the first few nights, they all realise it’s more like he’s a trapped animal.
  • His bad dreams are about rejection, especially in the first year he’s with them.  That everyone secretly despises or pities him claws at him often.
  • The (Grand) Inquisitor often stalks through Ezra’s dreams, even after he dies.  The Seventh Sister joins him, after that memorable interrogation in that abandoned medical station.  Like her former boss, she sticks around her death.
    • In fact, the dead body of the seventh sister stares at him, in the odd dream after Malachor.  Even as her skin rots, she whispers to him - about how pretty his mind is, how beautifully he hates. 
  • After Malachor, most nightmares are of Kanan and Ahsoka screaming, blaming him for their pain.  Red voices call to him, tell him to make himself stronger through this pain.  He wakes up scared and angry, and he’s not always quite sure at what.
    • Occasionally voices of blue and red scream in his ears, telling him of a shatterpoint approaching, of his choice coming soon
  • After the disastrous mission he lead at Reklam Station, he dreams of falling, of being unable to breath properly as the air pressure grows stronger around him.
    • Kanan doesn’t always offer a hand.  Sometimes he doesn’t show up, other times he refuses to save Ezra.
  • After the merging of the holocrons, Ezra has the odd dream of electric torture, of the death of a brother, and strange green screams. 
  • And sometimes he just has strange dreams of lights and sounds, fear and hope.  

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm a beginner and I wanted to know if there's any information I should know before beginning? Thank you

Research, research, research. Research everything you can, take notes, save resources, and before using anything for a spell look into what it is. Some oils, crystals, and herbs can be dangerous if used wrong. Some stones are toxic if put into water or will dissolve thus ruining them, others will fade if left in the sun, some break and chip easily. Certain herbs can cause medical problems if you are on medications, others if too large amounts are ingested can cause severe reactions such as internal bleeding. Some herbs can’t be burned or vapors inhaled without causing illness. Oils can be highly toxic and can cause chemical burns if not diluted or well researched.

Safety is important so I always stress for beginners to be smart about things. Use proper fire safety when burning things, keep a bowl of sand or salt near you in case the fire flares. Keep your hair tied back if it is longer than your jaw when burning things, roll up your sleeves, make sure you are in a space that is safe to have smoke (open a window if needed). Have something safe to put the burning object/paper in, such as an earthenware or clay bowl/plate. Holding burning paper is just a bad idea. Don’t ever leave candles burning if you are not in the room or if you are leaving, don’t fall asleep with candles and incense burning. When using oils on candles, keep a close eye on them in case any of the oil catches fire. Don’t ever put water on an oil fire! 

When using ingredients in a bath, make sure the items you’re adding to the bath is safe. As previously stated certain oils can cause skin irritation or burns (such as pure citrus oil and basil essential oil). If you are female don’t put sugar into your bath (you can use honey but don’t use more than a tablespoon or two and don’t use it too often) at risk of a causing yourself a yeast infection (not fun). Make sure the herbs you are using are safe to use in baths and again if a crystal is not safe in water, keep it on the floor or near the tub, but not in the water or where it will get wet.

Be smart, don’t ingest random plants you find outside, unless you are certain it is safe. Keep your oils, incense, candles and herbs away from familiars or pets for they can get seriously sick from them.

Research so you can also find what interests you, that way you can find or make your own path. Don’t feel rushed, don’t feel like you have to do spells immediately and all the time. You can have down time, its okay to go weeks without doing anything ‘witchy’. Don’t let others try any “gatekeeping” with you. It doesn’t matter your gender, age, religious views, sexuality, star/birth chart, race, whether your family members are witches or not, etc. You are a witch if you practice magick and want to be called a witch, that’s all that is necessary. Don’t bother with people who try to say otherwise. 

Pop culture magick and technomancy/techno magick is still magick. There are people you will meet who will try to talk down about those who use emoji spells, computers, shufflemancy, etc. Everyone’s path is valid and if you choose to use any of those, you are valid.

You don’t need to practice in a coven to be a witch. You don’t have to be wiccan or pagan to be a witch. You can be any religion you want or not be religious at all.

Cursing is not something you should be ashamed of. If you decide to use curses, that is your choice. If others don’t agree with you that’s their choice. You do you, don’t worry about them. 

Magick and spells are exhausting! You may feel drained after even just making a sigil or doing a tarot readings. That’s okay, you’re new at it. Give it time, take breaks. Take nice rests afterwards, stay hydrated, take naps, etc.

To help prevent exhaust ground and center yourself, practice energy work, learn how to improve your visualization and practice meditation if possible. Trust me, it all helps.

Keep a Grimoire full of the information you find such as correspondences, star/birth charts, vocabulary, herbs, crystals, toxic plants, safety practices, etc. Keep a Book of Shadows to take personal notes on yourself, your practice, your spells and their outcomes. These tools can help you greatly.

Anything can be used for witchcraft you don’t have to buy any specific crystals, herbs, tools, oils, etc. budget witchcraft is a thing. You can use everyday items in your craft just fine such as common foods, kitchen tools, colors, markers, paper, cleaning supplies/tools (be careful, don’t mix bleach with any other cleaners!), toys, art supplies, office supplies, etc etc. Use whatever you have as long as it is safe.

Do what makes you happy. You don’t have to force yourself to practice something you don’t find joy in. Tarot cards not your thing? That’s okay. You don’t like tea? That’s fine, use juice, smoothies, broth, etc instead. Don’t take baths, you prefer showers? Cool, use shower spells instead of bath spells. Do what makes you happy, do what makes you comfortable. You don’t have to work with spirits, you don’t have to work with plants; you don’t have to do anything.

If you want more information for beginners check out my tags: beginner magic, beginner witchcraft, masterpost, herbs, crystals, essential oils, spells, curses and my general witchcraft tags. 

Good luck dear~~