i'm so far behind now ; ;

Cause you are my best friend 
And you are where my heart is 
And I know at the day’s end 
I get to come home to you
  • Me: Ok, so I know we lost, but lemme go into the Voting Gaunlet and pick a new team ;v;
  • Voting Gauntlet: *brings up a picture of Alfonse over the final score, with bright red lettering* YOU LOSE
  • Me: ...Why. Why are you like this. Let us grieve in peace

Crossember Challenge Day 3 - UNDERSWAP

As many of us already know (and it has already been confirmed) the next AU we will see in Underverse is Underswap. What do you expect to happen in 0.3?

I know I’m a few days late, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I had to make this. My guess is that Cross’ll use Papyrus against Sans. And since Underswap Paps uses orange magic (I think that’s canon?) and you have to keep moving to avoid damage, I just fell in love with the though of poor Sans having to run for his life…waiting for a chance to attack ;)

Challenge by @byutak, Underverse and Cross by @jakei95, Underswap by @popcornpr1nce

Here’s a still so you can see Cross and Paps in the back:

“You are my extraordinary relationship” is the gayest thing I’ve ever heard.

Riley and Maya were soulmates and no one can convince me otherwise.

“You’ll pick up Sam and get him home in plenty of time,” says Benny. “Come on, Dean. You don’t have to stay long. But they just got a new shipment. All the guys are going to be there! And I’ll bet there will be girls, too.” He winks.

I roll my eyes. “You mean Andrea is going to be there,” I say.

He has the decency to blush.

“Sam’s fine, Dean. He’s with Charlie. And you know he won’t even notice, not when there’s studying to do. We don’t have to stay long. I just…I heard they’ve got musicians coming tonight. Jazz, Dean! Dancing!” He grabs me and swings me around.

I laugh, pushing him away. “All right, all right, just leave me be! Get Andrea to dance with you please.”

“Oh, I will,” Benny says, twirling me one more time before letting go. He winks. “I just can’t resist those freckles.”

The speakeasy is a block off of Main Street, in the basement of an old dry goods store. They built a brand new Sears and Roebuck in the city a few years back, so the smaller places don’t do as much business anymore. The owner of the store gave up his basement to have a place to drink bootleg liquor. It wasn’t much of a sacrifice.

We both know how to get in. The door is in an alley, down a few stone steps. Benny gives the secret knock, and when the door cracks open, mumbles, “Elephants.” The door opens the rest of the way and we slip in, quiet-like. Half the town knows about the speakeasy, and most of them know the current password, but that doesn’t mean we want the other half to find out.

We walk through the doors and down a hallway, but it feels like crossing into another world. Dim lights flicker. A long bar hug one wall, and small round tables fill half the room. The far end is set up like a stage, about eight inches higher than the rest of the room, with an upright piano off to one side and room for other musicians. The space between the tables and the stage is left clear, for dancing.

And the music. Benny had been right, there is a jazz quartet. Most of the time there was just someone plunking away–and generally not very well–on the piano. But tonight the music of piano, bass, drums, and trombone swirl through the room, slow and easy and seductive.

“Come on,” says Benny, pulling me toward the bar. “I see Andrea. Let’s go get a drink.”

“Yeah, it’s a drink you’re thinking of right now,” I tease.

Bobby Singer grins at us from behind the bar. “We’ve got the good stuff, boys. This ain’t no bathtub gin, we’ve got real rum, up from Mexico!” He puts two glasses in front of us.

The first sip warms my throat. The second warms my belly. Soon my face is flushed and I’m warm to the tips of my toes.

Benny had entangled himself with Andrea as soon as we had our drinks, so I drift toward the musicians. I’d never learned an instrument–I always worked extra hard on the farm so Sammy could focus on school–but I love music. It’s early enough that there are only a few couples dancing, so I can get close to the stage.

The pianist is a woman with long red hair. Her fingers float over the keys. Two men play bass and trombone. I barely see them, can’t even hear the music anymore, because the drummer…

I’ve never seen a man so beautiful. Dark, messy hair, shining blue eyes, a crooked smile. The sticks in his hands keep time–ta-ta-taaa, ta-ta-taaa–and when his eyes capture mine I forget to breathe.

The song finishes with a flourish of drums and a drawn out note from the trombone. There is a smattering of applause and the redhead at the piano says, “Thanks, everyone. We’re going to take a little break, but we’ll be back in ten minutes!” She turns and walks off the stage. Without looking away from me, the drummer says to her, “I think I’m going to stay out here, Anna.”

Anna follows his gaze to look at me. “Suit yourself,” she says with a knowing smile. She and the other musicians head toward the small dressing room.

I can’t remember how to move.

“I’m Castiel,” he says as he stands and walks to the edge of the stage.

Castiel. The name suits him. Dark and mysterious.

“Dean,” I somehow manage.

“Hello, Dean.” he says, and already I know I want to hear him say my name every day, a thousand different ways.

“I haven’t seen you around,”

“We just arrived, all four of us. We got jobs at the new hospital. Music is just our hobby. Anna is a nurse, Gabriel and Michael are doctors, and I work in the kitchen. I’m a cook.”

Without thinking I blurt out, “You play an instrument and you can cook? If you can dance too I’d say you’re just about perfect.” I feel my cheeks turning red, and hope it’s not too noticeable in the dim light.

He smiles and holds out a hand. “Would you like to dance?”

“I–uh–there’s no music,” I say, rather obviously.

He winks. “We’ll make our own.”

I take his hand, lacing our fingers together. He pulls me close, and he’s right. Somehow there is music.

I find Benny and Andrea on the dance floor. I have to raise my voice to be heard over the now exuberant jazz. “I’ve got to go get Sam and get home. Dad’s probably already wondering why we’re so late.”

“How can you leave now?” asks Andrea. “This music is the bee’s knees!”

“Not to mention the drummer,” murmurs Benny with a wink.

I grin, then turn my smile toward Cas, who smiles back. “So you saw that, then?”

Benny snorts a laugh. “Everyone saw that, Dean. The two of you were dancing on an empty dance floor with no music.”

“Thanks for dragging me along tonight, Benny,” I say.

Before I go up the stairs I nod my head at Cas, who nods back.

We’ll see each other soon.

Inktober with the Bunker || Day 9: 20′s/Prohibition Era


i did the beginning draenor quests for the first time in like a year and i’d forgotten how much of a dork khadgar is


What Returns From No Man’s Land

A Kylux Fic by GenerallyHuxurious (GallifreyanOmnishambles)

Captain Armitage Evelyn Hux returned from the trenches of World War One suffering from PTSD and haunted by two things- the tragic death of his lover on the last day of the conflict and the mysterious demonic presence that had haunted the battlefields. Gripped by despair Hux threw himself into the post-war London society and as the Roaring Twenties gathered steam he developed a reputation as a wild but charming socialite with a dark streak that only surfaced after heavy drinking. What no one knows is that of the two beings that shaped his experience of the war Hux would give anything to be free of one and everything to win back the other…

Rated E - Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - World War I, World War I, Post-World War I, 1920s, Trench Warfare, Gore, Blood and Gore, Child SoldiersMinor Character Death, Demons, Spirits, Evil, Delusions, Hallucinations, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Cruelty, Military, Hux is Not Nice, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Necromancy, Pining, Obsession, Eldritch, Monsters, Ghouls, Murder, Kidnapping, Witchcraft, Alcohol, Period-Typical Homophobia, Sexual Repression, Homosexuality, Secret Relationship, Sexual Inexperience, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, Devotion, Stolen Moments, Manipulation, Desperation, Fear, Death, SeductionPast Hux/UnamoSexDream SexWet Dream

Originally the Kylux 1920′s Necromancy AU (link contains spoilers)

anonymous asked:

I have a hard time getting myself to do anything. I'm so tired all the time and getting up for college and even getting out of bed some days is exhausting in itself. So now I'm pretty far behind in my work with only a few weeks left and I have no idea what to do. Sometimes I feel like I could never get out of bed and it wouldn't really make a difference. That I get up everyday to ultimately disappoint myself. I'm just really sad and lonely. Sorry for bothering you.

Hello my darling you’re not bothering me at alllll, i really hope u know u can come to me off anon to confide or vent or whatever u need.

I completely understand your situation, so i try to think of the small things or take baby steps, if you dont want to get dressed and leave the house for class then try to do one of your readings or an outline of an assignment or something—a small goal that’ll make u feel ten times better once you’ve done it.

From there, you can work your way up to the bigger stuff but don’t feel pressured to jump right into the big stuff you know? Next important step is to let your teachers know the situation, they are very empathetic and will completely understand if you explain (it’s better than giving the impression you don’t care that’s why ur not going to classes).

Lastly, please seek help from trusted friends or family or school services, anyone to talk to who can support you. The hardest step is often the first one we have to take on the journey to feeling better about ourselves.

I’m sorry i can’t be much help but I’m here for you if you need anything my dove. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo