i've wanted to make something like this for awhile and i finally did

spn-samifer  asked:

Can you write (post-war or not, canon-ish situation or not) Draco introducing Harry to N&L? Also your drabbles give me life, even though I found your blog five minutes ago or so, I've read about six

Harry was up all night, thinking intently as his boyfriend slept soundly on his chest. They were going to tell Draco’s parents about their relationship tomorrow and he could not be more nervous. Sure, him and Narcissa got on great. Even met up for tea once in awhile. However, though he’d never admit it out loud, he was sort of intimidated by Draco’s father. It was this air of superiority that followed him wherever he went. A sort of regality.

“Hey,” he whispered and nudged Draco’s shoulder. “Hey, Draco.” Draco hummed, but didn’t open his eyes. “I need to talk to you.”

Draco sat up and yawned before he finally opened his eyes. “What time is it?” He asked sleepily. Draco groaned when he say the numbers on the digital clock and cuddled back up to Harry. “Can’t it wait until morning?” He whined.

“I’m nervous about meeting your parents.”

“That’s nice, dear. Now hush up and let me sleep.”

Harry nudged him again. “Draco,” He whined. “I’m serious. What if they don’t like me?” Draco propped himself up on his elbow and started down at the messy haired boy. He gave him a gentle kiss which Harry returned.

“Mother loves you, you know that. She always enjoys your little tea visits. You have nothing to be worried about okay?”

“What about your father?” He asked, trying not to sound anxious.

Draco smiled. “Aw Harry. Are you scared of my father?” He asked in a mocking tone and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Pft, no.” He scoffed. “Okay, maybe a little.” Draco chuckled. “I just want him to like me because, well, because I love you.” It was the first time he’d ever said it out loud. “And I kinda see this going somewhere.” He watched the Slytherin light up and flash him a smile that left him breathless.

“I love you too.” Draco told Harry and kissed him sweetly. “I’m sure my father will like you. It might take a while, but it’ll happen, okay?” Harry nodded. Draco pecked him quickly on the forehead before laying his head back on Harry’s chest. “Oh, Harry?”

Harry hummed.

“If you ever wake me up again, I will have to kill you.”

Despite what Draco said, Harry couldn’t help but worry all morning. He let the nerves overtake him, untying and retying his tie that Draco recommended he wear. Harry untied it for about the fifth time, groaning because it wasn’t coming out perfectly, when his boyfriend grabbed his wrists.

“Harry, honey, you’re going a bit insane.” Draco dropped his wrists and began to tie the tie for him. “There really is nothing to be worried about.” He finished the tying and started to sort out his collar. “I love you.” They kissed, which relaxed Harry a bit

“I love you too.”

They apparated to the Manor hand in hand and Draco knocked on the door. Narcissa answered, greeting her son with a hug. To Harry’s surprise, she pulled him into a hug too.

“Hello, Harry. How are you?” She asked politely.

“I’m great. How are you?”

“Good. Won’t you come in?” Harry nodded and they walked in. It was quite awkward when Mr. Malfoy joined the table. Draco placed a hand reassuringly on Harry’s knee as they made small talk.

“So,” Draco said after a while. “I wanted to tell you guys something. Well, we wanted to tell you something.” He looked at Harry and inhaled deeply. “Harry and I are dating… and it’s pretty serious.” Harry braced himself for their reactions.

“Finally!” exclaimed Mr. Malfoy, much to Harry’s surprise. “For years, all I’ve been hearing is Potter this and Potter that. I’ve actually been wondering why you hadn’t mentioned him lately.” Harry grinned and turned to face Draco, who wore an expression of shock on his face. He noticed Harry looking at him and turned away, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Lucius!” Narcissa scolded him.

“Oops. Did I share too much?”

“Yeah,” Draco answered. “But most of my dignity is gone anyway.” Harry laughed freely to which his boyfriend glared daggers at him. After that the nerves and awkwardness seemed to settle down. Narcissa and Lucius kept telling embarrassing stories about Draco. Harry swore he was falling more and more in love with him with each story.

At one point, Narcissa gave Draco a book on potions and he started to smile widely while explaining the book to Harry. It was in that moment that he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this dork.

In fact, he came back to the Manor a week later to ask for their blessings. Narcissa got all emotional and pulled him into a hug. Lucius walked out of the room when he announced it which worried him (like Lucius always did), but he can back with a small black box in his hand.

“This ring has been passed down in our family for generations.” He began, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous yet simple engagement ring. “I see how happy you make him. I’ve never seen him act like that towards another person before.” He placed the box in Harry’s hand. “You’d make a fine husband for our son.”

Harry smiled, not believing how positive their reactions were. Lucius stuck out a hand for Harry to shake, but he pushed that aside and hugged his future father-in-law. He pulled apart shortly after. “Sorry.”

“Not to worry, Potter. Welcome to the family.”


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anonymous asked:

Ok so I've been wondering about this for awhile but what would the bros do when they accidentally see their 4'11 smol s/o wearing their clothes, high and mighty, while impersonating them, but really flustered when they got caught, ex. Iggy heard his s/o say something like "I am the coolheaded Ignis, and all of you are grounded for, uhh, something" or Noct's s/o "bow down before your prince, ohh, and as the future king, I hereby declare that carrots are banned" thank you :3

Gladio

  • Gladdy had come home early from a job and wanted to surprise you
    • it was late, probs a little past midnight
  • he did his best to unlock the door to the apartment as quietly as he could so as to not alert you and ruin the surprise
  • as he came further into the house, making his way to your shared bedroom, however, he heard you talking
    • it didn’t sound like there was anyone else in there with you and there was no weird pauses that indicated a phone call
  • so our dear gladio gently pushes the ajar door open some more so he can see wtf is goin on
  • there you are standing on the bed in nothing but an oversized shirt doin your best impersonation of gladio
    • you did your best to lower your voice to match gladio’s which damn was that a feat in and of itself
    • “I am the manliest man to ever man”
    • “I eat nails for breakfast”
    • “do you even lift bro?”
    • “I can bench press a behemoth”
  • there’s this stupid smile on gladio’s face as he watches you and finally he gives himself away when he begins to laugh
    • you nearly fall of the bed

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anonymous asked:

Chocobros reactions to their girlfriend saying 'I love you' first while cuddling them staring into their eyes? I've had a very hard week and need something fluffy and cute haha, I love your writing <3

I’m so sorry this took so long! I made it a little more lengthy than most drabbles, I hope this makes up for it. “φʕ•ᴥ•oʔ

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Noctis

Rainy day, rainy day, rainy day.

Spring in Insomnia always meant rain, so much rain, it made everything so grey and sleepy like. Which currently led to your predicament of you and Noctis currently curled up on your couch, both tucked up in a large blanket.

It wasn’t chilly, yet the two of you both enjoyed being bundled under a blanket together sharing heat. The man was spooning you from behind as you tried finding something to watch on Netflix, but the two of you had watched almost everything and the list wouldn’t update for another week.

“Just throw on whatever.” You stated to the question Noctis was about to ask, having to stifle a giggle, as you heard him pout. Rolling over to face the man, so you could see the adorable pout on his face, it was one of the cute reactions he saved just for you.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, wrapping your legs around his, as he sat down the remote on the coffee table beside your take out boxes.

Noctis scoffed, as he pulled you closer, scooting down further on the couch to bury his head into your neck. Nuzzling you warmly, as you stroked his hair, hearing the man began to doze off, you knew for a fact that you were to follow him shortly as you often did. You joked that the Prince often sapped you like a battery, and made you doze as much as him.

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Safe Haven sentence starters
  • "I don't know what we're heading towards, but I know my heart is all yours."
  • "All my friends tell me I'd be better off on my own, and sometimes I believe 'em."
  • "I can never leave him."
  • "Mixed signals, they're killing me."
  • "You knock and I let you in."
  • "Loving you is my greatest sin."
  • "I see it in your eyes, you wanna run."
  • "I don't know why I love you."
  • "I don't know why I stay."
  • "I don't know if its worth the pain."
  • "Even when you slam the door and drive away, I still set the table for two."
  • "Babe, you know I'm waiting on you."
  • "I believe you every time."
  • "I've never known anybody like you."
  • "I've never dreamed of nobody like you."
  • "I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."
  • "I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine."
  • "I see forever in your eyes."
  • "I feel okay when I see you smile."
  • "I think that you are the one for me."
  • "It gets so hard to breathe when you're looking at me."
  • "I've never felt so alive and free."
  • "When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy."
  • "I feel bad inside knowing this is all built on lies."
  • "I feel like an awful person."
  • "We're forcing love that don't exist."
  • "This is so unrighteous."
  • "This is so not like us."
  • "Love at first sight that was gone at the end of night."
  • "We both know that this is going to end."
  • "No chance we're going to make it."
  • "Can we fake it?"
  • "Even though I know you're not the one, this has really been a lot of fun."
  • "I don't really like you, but I still choose to stay."
  • "You still play the part so well."
  • "You're really cute, I must admit."
  • "I need something deeper than this."
  • "I wanna know when I'm looking at you that you don't only see the things you want to."
  • "I'm not perfect, I'm flawed, and if you don't like that, get lost."
  • "I don't want it if it's fake, I don't want it if it's just for show."
  • "I just want it if it's real."
  • "This superficial love thing got me going crazy."
  • "Baby if you want me, then you better need me."
  • "I'm so done not being your number one."
  • "If you wanna keep me, then you better treat me like a damn princess, make that an empress."
  • "Fun at first, I won't deny, but I want more than just what meets the eye."
  • "I want authentic, not just for fun."
  • "If this love is plastic, it'll break on us."
  • "I can feel you on my lips all the time."
  • "I just wanna feel you in my heart and on my mind."
  • "This ain't right."
  • "I feel broken, shattered, and blue, and it's all because of you."
  • "If this is love, why does it break me down?"
  • "It's been a long time since I felt the way that I do now."
  • "I need you, but I don't know how."
  • "It's been a while since I smiled and I meant it from my heart."
  • "The idea of leaving this behind, it tears me apart."
  • "Kiss me now and remind me why I ever wanted to make you mine."
  • "If this is love, why do you break me down?"
  • "You're the other half of my broken heart."
  • "There was a time when I was alone, nowhere to go and no place to call home."
  • "My only friend was the man in the moon, and even sometimes he would go away, too."
  • "He came to me with the sweetest smile, told me he wanted to talk for awhile."
  • "I promise that you'll never be lonely."
  • "Lost boys like me are free."
  • "I realized I finally had a family."
  • "You are my perfect story book."
  • "You are now my home sweet home."
  • "Tonight hope fills our lungs and I can see it in everyone."
  • "The songs use to make us sad, tonight they don't sound so bad."
  • "It feels so good to be young."
  • "I think I'll stay awhile."
  • "I am obsessed with being a mess."
  • "I am in love with being young."
  • "I don't know what the future holds."
  • "I can't believe its been all these years."
  • "My friends tell me I should've moved on a long long time ago, but what do they know?"
  • "I don't mean to be selfish, but my heart breaks every time that I see you smile 'cause I know that it's not me
  • Who brings it out of you anymore."
  • "You found somebody new, you put me in the past."
  • "I don't know if our memories will last."
  • "If by chance it doesn't work out with her, you'll always have a chance with me."
  • "I wonder what happens when you hear our song, do you brush it away or do you sing along?"
  • "Do you talk about the future the way we did?"
  • "You'll always have a chance with me in my world."
  • "Is it so wrong of me to hope she breaks your heart?"
  • "Is it so wrong of me to pray she tears you apart?"
  • "I know in the darkest part of you, you pray and hope and wish for it, too."
  • "You don't mean to be selfish, but your heart breaks every time that you see me smile 'cause you know its not you who brings it out of me anymore."
  • "So casually you walked into my universe."
  • "Hey, you got some pretty brown eyes."
  • "I couldn't help but smile and I think that's the moment it all happened."
  • "Love turned into games, and games turned into heartbreak, and heartbreak turned into war."
  • "Darling, all is fair in love and war."
  • "You meant the world to me."
  • "I'll be your fighter if you say so."
  • "I don't get why we're meant to fall in love, then say goodbye."
  • "Gave you all my heart and all my precious time."
  • "I can picture you in your blue jeans, looking right at me with that gorgeous smile."
  • "I couldn't see the lies and the things that you would hide."
  • "You love so mercilessly."
  • "Here's to everything we ever were."
  • "I got the greatest weapon of all - a broken heart."
  • "Let me hold you for the day and let you know that its okay, give you all the love and peace that you usually send my way."
  • "When its dark for you, don't know what to do, just know you're my light."
  • "When the world is caving, baby you're my safe haven."
  • "On my darkest day I know you'll be my shine."
  • "You're my safe haven."
  • "Love at first sight, it exists."
  • "I've had my heart broken so many times before."
  • "I'll call you in the morning if I see you in my dreams tonight."
  • "I don't even know your name."
  • "I vowed not to let anyone enter my heart."
  • "I know love at first sight can't exist."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension and you can tell me all the things you didn't mention."
  • "Maybe we'll meet in a different dimension."
  • "I saw you in my dreams."
  • "I guess that I was scared of what I was before us."
  • "Guess you were my only blemish."
  • "For the first time I don't mind that you found somebody else."
  • "For the first time I'm totally fine being by myself."
  • "I was my best when I was with you."
  • "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm over it?"

anonymous asked:

Fallout 3 and 4 companions react to an immortal lone/sole being stabbed by a raider and just saying something like "You want this back or can I keep it?".

This is such an interesting and funny concept to me oh my god 

Fallout 3

Butch: As soon as he saw them being stabbed he ran towards the raider yelling “you mother fu-” and upon seeing that Lone was perfectly fine, he stopped in his tracks and, was speechless. He’d definitely ask about it later though, once they were safe. 

Clover: Immediately took down the raider, and didn’t even notice Lone was standing there watching. When she did though, she slowly walked up to them and poked them, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. 

Charon: He held back from yelling when he witnessed Lone being stabbed in a place that’s typically fatal. Expecting them to keel over, he ran over to them to catch them, except they didn’t fall. After Lone made their snide remark and killed the raider with ease, they looked at him like nothing happened. He didn’t say anything but just looked at them bewildered. 

Dogmeat: What the woof???

Jericho: “Holy mother of..” Jericho couldn’t finish his sentence before Lone offed the raider with a knife in their back. Lone took the knife out of them and handed it to him and told him to hold it for a second. “Uhhh… well this is new.” 

Fawkes: After he saw Lone being stabbed, a few times, he ran over and all it took was one punch for that raider to be out. He quickly looked over to Lone to see what the damage was, and saw them trying to wipe the blood off their clothes and saying “I just got this jacket too..” Fawkes made a point to ask if being immortal was a new thing that humans just, became. 

Star Paladin Cross: Running to jump in front of Lone to sacrifice herself, Cross didn’t make it before the raider had managed to jab a knife into them. Enraged, she killed the raider quickly before turning to Lone. They looked at her confused and asked if she was okay. After they explained, Cross said, “so when were you planning on telling me about this?” 

Fallout 4 

Cait: Cait had just finished off some other raiders when she saw - from afar- Sole being stabbed. She screamed out to them, but mid scream, she saw that they were unaffected. She just sat on the ground as she watched them finish off any raiders left. When they approached her, she just laughed at how worried she was. 

Curie: Curie was running towards Sole when it happened, and even though she watched them turn it around on the raider, she didn’t stop running. Regardless of the fact that they were telling her that they were fine, she had to make treat their wounds. 

Codsworth: “Sir/mum!” Codsworth didn’t have nerves, but just watching Sole being stabbed, he could damn near feel it. Even though he had just watched that unfold, they still managed to take down the raider before them. Afterward, they walked up to him like nothing happened, and he asked, “have you always been like this?!” 

Danse: He watched as Sole stumbled after being brutally stabbed by a raider, but before he could take action, he saw them take the knife out of themselves and say, “sorry, is this yours? Allow me to return it.” Then they thrust the knife back into the raider, dusted themselves off, and asked if Danse was okay. He replied with an open mouth and no words. 

Deacon: Standing aways away, Deacon silently watched Sole being stabbed and immediately returning the knife to the raider. Of course he was surprised, but he couldn’t let them know that, so he just said, “are you a new model of synth, orrrr…?” 

Dogmeat: Again, what the woof????

Gage: “Boss!” Gage called out to Sole at the same time a gunner lunged toward them with a knife. He fell silent, but that was before they turned it back around on the gunner. After they had said they were perfectly fine, he just laughed and didn’t really feel like questioning it. 

Hancock: After watching Sole miraculously come back from being stabbed multiple times, Hancock just, stared at them. Sole gave him a, “what?” He replied with, “is there something you want to share with the class?” 

MacCready: MacCready quickly ran and slid on his knees to catch Sole, because, most people fall to the ground when they get stabbed. Sole didn’t, so when they turned around to see Mac’s pants all ripped and dirty, they asked if he was playing baseball. 

Nick: “Oh Jesus..” Nick said under his breath as he witnessed Sole being thrust into by a lengthy knife. He started running toward them, but they acted indifferent and killed the raider. When they looked at the expression on Nick’s face, Sole just said, “what, were you worried or something?” 

Piper: Piper shoved the raider off of Sole after they stabbed them, she checked on Sole before killing the raider, in turn, Sole pushed her out of the way to deal with the raider. She stumbled back and just, looked at them. They told her they were fine, and all she said was, “this’ll make one hell of a story.” 

Preston: Preston yelled a loud, “General,” when he saw them being impaled by a knife by some raider. They didn’t even flinch, the dealt with the raider swiftly before asking if Preston was alright. When they did, he said never mind him and asked if they were okay and if they needed medical attention. It took Sole a long time to finally convince Preston they were okay. 

Strong: “Strong don’t understand.. human, not weak?”

X6-88: “Not, all humans are like this, right?” After watching the whole ordeal, X6 was really questioning humans. He had a whole lotta questions to ask them, but held off for awhile. He was surprisingly calm about it. 

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Gajeel has had the dream about dying for a blue haired princess for about half his life. He was so used to it by now that he hardly paid it any attention now. That was, until the woman from his dream shows up and now he isn’t so sure it’s just a dream.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think that when joker jumped in the chemicals to get Harley it made him a little more crazier , but crazier for her ? I've always kind of thought that

Hi,

NEW HEADCANON! I love this so much. Thank you. 🙌

When SS Joker fell/jumped in the first time, let’s say he jumped for this example. He was not jumping for anyone nor was he jumping to save anyone. Pre-Joker was jumping for himself, perhaps to save himself. I don’t mean he was running from someone and then just decided to jump to ‘hide’, I mean maybe he really wanted to jump to save himself, to finally surrender to insanity. To prove to the other criminals that he’s the boss, the one they need to fear. That pre-Joker did the unthinkable, jumped into Ace Chemicals and survived. Proved it was possible, became even scarier.

Side note, I’m following a headcanon that said that SS Joker didn’t just turn crazy overnight when he jumped into Ace Chemicals, I go along with this headcanon/theory that SS pre-Joker rose in power over time. Gained followers. Scared the city, maybe fought the Bat. But there was always something missing. Pre-Joker didn’t like how he was one the same playing field as the other criminals, that he would be lumped in with ‘the thugs’ when the nightly news would report his crimes. The suits and jackets pre-Joker would wear so boring. He wanted to be different, to be THE ONE. The one when he walks into a room people instantly knew that their deaths soon followed. The one villain that if he came to your city, there would be mass evacuations. The scariest person to ever be known in Gotham City - clearly pre-Joker was as much of an attention seeker as Joker is - and he succeeded.

But Joker’s second jump was completely different. Let’s set the scene, even though I’m sure we’ve all watched the chemical wedding a hundred times, Joker brings Dr. Harleen Quinzel there to watch her die. To get rid of her, his headache, to finally be rid of this crazy obsessed doctor who won’t take a hint. But even if there is a large majority that wants her to die, there is this little part of him that wants her around. This little nag in a place he thought didn’t work anymore - his heart. Which is why he makes her take the oath, “Would you die for me? Would you live for me?” “Yes.” So a part of him, I think, did start to like her. Which is immediately evidenced by when Harleen falls and Joker jumps after her. He was scared, that she wouldn’t be immune to the toxins. That she wouldn’t live. So he jumped, pulled her out.

But on to your question, ‘Does this make Joker crazier for her?’ I love this question. Does them being in the chemicals together and Joker in after her, to bring her out, to save her, make him more attached to her? My shipper heart says yes, because I do think you see that co-dependence of Joker (and Harley) as he wants her back completely. I mean the chemicals probably would make him crazier the second time around and the second time he’s sharing that intimate “turning crazier experience” with someone else. 

Very interesting.

Thanks. 

museme87  asked:

I LOVED all the drabbles you posted over at AO3! The head!canon of Jesus hitting the clubs is just, yes. I've had that as my personal head!canon for awhile now, and I was so pleased to see it written a little into fic! I've often wanted a fic where Jesus/Aaron/Eric are all talking about previous clubbing experiences before, and Daryl (stuck in the car with them) is just totally wtf. A Gay Squad head!canon, if you will lol.

1) Thank you so so much!

2) I tried.


Daryl was going to do it. He wasn’t a fucking coward and he was going to say something. Being gay was fine now, there was no reason to be afraid of saying something, coming out.

So Daryl was going to.

It was fine. Besides, the other three men in the car liked dick, too. This should be easy, a practice round for when other people inevitably found out—Carol and Maggie and shit, Rick.

Hell, Daryl’d known Eric and Aaron for almost two years, they’d probably already guessed. They weren’t really the point, though.

Jesus was the point. For reasons he didn’t care to examine too closely, Daryl wanted Jesus to know.

Jesus, sitting there with his hair in some kind of knot on top of his head, bright eyes crinkled with laughter at Eric’s story about some gay bar they’d both been to in D.C. Must have been a pretty sleazy joint; Daryl felt his eyebrows climbing higher and higher as they talked. Apparently Eric had been kinda wild before settling down, but Aaron didn’t seem to mind. He was laughing even harder than Jesus.

Some of the details made Daryl want to bail out of the car and take his chances walking to Oceanside. He knew his ears and neck were bright red; Jesus kept glancing at them.

After what felt like an eternity, Eric’s story about watermelon-flavored lube, two drag queens, and a runaway groom with a limousine finally wound down. Seizing the moment, Daryl stuttered out, “Weren’t stuff like that where I’m from.”

Beside him, Jesus just smirked and shook his head. “Daryl, I assure you gay people lived in rural Georgia, too. We blend in pretty well when we aren’t out clubbing in rainbow gear and stilettos.”

Daryl willed himself to spit it out. Say it. Fucking say it. “I know. I blended in, too.”

Eric broke in, “He didn’t mean it like that.”

Jesus shrugged, sitting back a little. He threw a half smile at Daryl. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s stop talking about our misspent youth, though, or Daryl’s ears will be permanently dyed red.”

“Jesus,” Aaron admonished softly.

Desperately, Daryl spoke over him. “Just meant there weren’t bars like-”

“I’m sure there were-”

“Nah,” Daryl interrupted, going for broke. “Not near me. Not when I was young.”

Silence filled the car. Daryl would have liked to look at Jesus’s expression, but found he suddenly couldn’t move his eyes from the window. The coast flew by unseen.

“Did you… check?” Aaron asked carefully.

“Yeah,” Daryl replied, still looking out the window.

The awful silence returned, and for a second Daryl would have given his right arm to go back in time, even if it meant enduring Eric’s raunchy story again.

Then Jesus piped up, “Well that’s a damn shame. We’re going to fix this.”

Nonplussed, Daryl turned to look at the man beside him. Jesus was smiling and his eyes were kind. His voice, though, was very insistent. “Oh, you heard me, Dixon. When we get back to Alexandria you’re getting the full gay bar experience. We’ll get Tara in on it, maybe find some lasers, a fog machine…”

“We can all wear something naughty? Fishnet shirts and short shorts?” Eric said, turning fully around in the front seat to face Daryl with a grin. Aaron sent him a quelling look, the effect somewhat spoiled by his own soft smile.

The image of Jesus in that getup crossed his mind and Daryl thought his ears might actually catch fire. “No. Fuck no.”

But Jesus was nodding along. “Exactly! It’ll be fun. I’ll make Slippery Nipples-”

“Make what?” Daryl asked, aghast.

“It’s a cocktail. And we’ll dance to Madonna.”

Daryl stared in horror and Jesus cracked up, doubled over with his hands covering his face.

Christ. The little shit was fucking with him. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I really am,” Jesus agreed with a cheerful wink. “But not as much as this one guy I hooked up with at this club in L.A., let me tell you, the sex was ah-mazing but when I woke up the next morning…”

Daryl cringed and blushed the whole time, but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as Jesus described waking up on the beach covered in glitter and missing his car keys.

Pinch


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Warnings: None, just fluffy nonsense

The light clacking of button mashing and video game sound effects filled the room you and Genji currently shared. Your bodies were slumped and comfortably intertwined with each other on the small couch, the coolness of his robotics welcomed against your exposed skin. Both of you enthusiastically tapped away at the controllers completely lost to the real world. Yet you untangled yourself from him and he inquired that if you were uncomfortable, just to say so and he’d move. It’s not that you were uncomfortable, you just wanted to get into position to kick his ass. That bent forward, edge of the couch, elbows on your knees adrift in concentration kind of determination.

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18 Things I learned over the 18 Months of Living with T1D

This day, it has been exactly a year and half since my diagnosis of type 1 diabetes. Instead of being upset about this milestone, I’m celebrating and finally accepting that I will never have my old life back. I’ve come a long way to learn to love this disease, I wanted to hate it so badly. However, the more I resented it, the more I saw it as a burden, ultimately the more unhappy I became. Yes, times get extremely hard but those feelings come and go. So, instead of letting diabetes control me and my emotions, I’m going to take my emotions, my dedication and strength to control it. Diabetes may be a huge part of my life, I identify as a diabetic, but I will no longer let diabetes define me and take the reins of my life. Without further ado, here are the 18 things I learned over the 18 months of living with type 1 diabetes.

1. The less I hid my diabetes, the happier I became

I’m going to say that one more time. The less I hid my diabetes, the happier I became. This is the most important thing I learned. I was on injections for the first year of my diagnosis and I felt so ashamed. I hated having to excuse myself to take a shot, or taking shots in front of people. I would hide testing my blood sugar for crying out loud. I was sick of it. I told myself that as soon as I got an insulin pump, no more hiding. This is my health and if people feel uncomfortable about me taking care of my health then they are the ones that can excuse themselves. Now, I wear my pump with pride. I love when it sticks out from my clothes, I love how it’s blatantly visible. I love checking my blood sugar in public. Do people ask questions? Of course they do. Sometimes it can be intrusive but most of the time when people ask, “what’s that?” pointing to my pump I say it’s an insulin pump and they shrug and walk away. It’s a breath of fresh air being able to live my life without hiding a major part of it.

2. Not having perfect numbers 24/7 is fine and expecting perfect numbers 24/7 is not healthy mentally

I’m not a robot and I’m certainly far from perfect, so I will have “bad” numbers. I would freak out (sometimes still do, I’m still working on it) if I’m not in range. But the highs are inevitable just like the lows. They will happen, a lot, and it’s something I’ve accepted. I was driving myself insane striving for perfect numbers 24/7. It’s not a realistic expectation. Oh, and one more thing. I will no longer feel ashamed when a doctor, friend, relative, ANYONE, says “that’s not a good number, you need to get better at controlling your diabetes”. What do you think I’m doing??? No more shame, I’m done with it.

3. I’m strong. Like, really strong

I’ve been strong my whole life but I never knew how strong I actually am until I got diagnosed. I’ve handled so much shit this past year and a half and quite honestly I don’t know how I did it. Diabetes takes such a mental toll on whoever has it and it’s physically and mentally draining. I’ve struggled, cried a ton, wanted to give up, but I’m so so so so proud of myself for pressing on. I’ve surprised myself by seeing what I’m capable of. 

4. It’s truly okay to have a breakdown (or 5) in a day

Even though I just got done saying I’m strong, there are times where it’s okay not to be. I don’t see breakdowns as weakness anymore. I’ve embraced them and releasing those emotions is a relief. Having a burnout doesn’t make me weak or a bad diabetic, it makes me human. This disease is tough to handle at times and it’s okay to breakdown.

5. Not everyone is going to understand my disease and that’s okay

There is a huge difference between the people that don’t know what type 1 diabetes is and those who think they do know and shove their “knowledge” and “health tips” down your throat. There are a lot of people out there that think diabetes is caused by sugar or they don’t know the specifics of diabetes. These people, I learned to be okay with. All it takes is a simple conversation to explain to them what it is. Sometimes they get it, sometimes they don’t and if they still don’t, whatever, not worth my breath anymore. It’s okay if they still don’t understand.

6. How to speak up for myself and all the other type 1 diabetics

The other group of people I mentioned, I can’t get over. They irk me so badly and I will forever speak up to educate them so they stop spreading misconceptions. No, cinnamon won’t cure me. Yes, I’m sure. Yes I need insulin. No, losing weight won’t fix it. I know there are some people out there that don’t feel comfortable confronting people about this (and that’s perfectly okay!!!) but I can’t stand by. I used to, but not anymore. I’ve heard some ridiculous comments and I’m not afraid to say something more ridiculous back to them.

7. Not every single friend is going to be part of my support system

Just because they’re my friend doesn’t mean they have to be part of my support system. My system consists of my family, my boyfriend, his family, my best friend and my fur babies (my kitty and my parents’ 2 dogs). Don’t get me wrong, I love all of my friends but it’s okay that they’re not part of my support system. Quite frankly, it would be exhausting if that many people were! Having to explain every situation to them, no thank you. Not going to lie, my thought process used to be “if they’re not going to be there for me then screw them!” but I learned that they have lives of their own, hardships they have to deal with, and just because they don’t check in on me that doesn’t make them bad friends. I love my friends, every single one, inside my support system and out.

8. But, it’s also okay to cut some people off

I was diagnosed my last semester senior year of college and it SUCKED. I was rarely ever at school, back and forth between doctors and my internship. Eventually my friends and I drifted apart (granted there was other shit involved). Stuff went down, I was singled out, was shit talked on, you know, typical girl bullshit. A few months after graduation I confronted one of them and asked what happened. She didn’t really have an answer except for “well you were never really there….” Seriously?! Did it ever occur to you that I was smacked in the face with a life changing diagnosis? Instead of being bitter about it, I let them go. Some people aren’t meant to be in your life and my diagnosis made me realize that.

9. How to say no

For so long I was afraid to miss out on anything. I literally suffered from FOMO. Even if I didn’t feel good or was super busy, I always wanted to be part of whatever was going on. Post-diagnosis I’ve learned to finally chill, to say no. And not only that, but I also learned to stop feeling bad about saying no. I’m number one in my life and my health comes before anything else. If I’m too tired, if my numbers aren’t good and I feel like crap because of it, then I’m not going anywhere. I will be a little hermit in my apartment and that’s that. It took a lot for me to get over my FOMO but once I did, I became happier.  

10. To never feel bad about diabetes coming in the way of work, obligations, etc

This one is extremely important. It took me awhile that I am my first priority. If my blood sugars aren’t allowing me to perform at work then I need to take some time and chill before resuming. It’s definitely easy since I have an understanding boss but this extends outside of work. If I have to cancel an obligation at the last minute because of my blood sugars, I don’t even care anymore if the other party gets pissed. I’m sorry but my body and my health comes first, everything else is second.

11. How to master survival mode

High blood sugar? Survival mode. Low blood sugar? Survival mode. Almost dying for a hot second? Survival mode. I’m happy I can successfully treat my highs and lows, with little to no panic (sometimes). I can guzzle down 2 juice boxes in 10 seconds flat, which I find impressive. On the flip side, I know to take it easy and lay low when I’m high. It kind of sounds easy as I’m writing this but mastering survival mode certainly wasn’t easy at all but it’s a good skill to have.

12. To never give up

I was in a really dark place for a long time when I was diagnosed. My depression came on strong. I thought about ending it all and wanted to give in but I never gave up. I still fight to this day because I don’t want diabetes to win. It’s easy to quit, it’s harder to keep going. Is it tough? Oh yeah. But I think this life is a beautiful thing and I want to keep on living in it.

13. Humbleness

I’m a giant walking ball of contradictions. I was the most prideful yet unconfident person ever. I thought I was hot shit but also thought I was a piece of shit. Anyway, diabetes taught me how to tame the prideful side of me. When you see something tragic or hear of someone close to you getting diagnosed with something awful you think “oh my God that’s awful but it’ll never happen to me”. That was me. I did that. I took my life and my health for granted. You don’t realize what will happen when the day does come. It was sure one hell of a wake up call for me. I don’t really know how to describe it but diabetes has made me more humble.

14. How to listen and pay attention to my body

Holy crap, I can’t even begin to count how many times I took my body for granted pre-diagnosis. Now? I feel my blood sugars when they’re high and low. I feel when my stomach is unsettled from something I ate. I have a pain somewhere in my body, I better find out what it’s coming from. Paying attention to how my body reacts to things is crucial and could honestly save my life at times. I’m so thankful I learned this and I’ll never take my body for granted anymore.

15. I’m more than my goddamn numbers

Blood sugar numbers, A1C, my weight, number of carbs… it’s never ending. I would get so caught up with all of these numbers and it stressed me like crazy. I’m. More. Than. Numbers. I’m a person, with feelings and a personality, go figure! No longer will I feel ashamed if I had “bad” blood sugar numbers, and a “not so good” A1C, etc. I’m trying my best and that’s all that should matter. I’m so sick of nurses and doctors telling me I need to get better at controlling my diabetes. Well you know what? They have no idea what I go through on a daily basis, they have no idea how much I bust my ass to get good numbers. So I’m done. I’m more than my numbers and they can all kiss my ass.

16. To be more responsible

I’m not saying I was never responsible in the past. However, taking care of myself when I have a chronic illness is a completely different level of responsibility. I have so much more on my plate now and I have to be mindful about taking care of myself. My point about saying no, that right there is being responsible about myself. I also don’t depend on anyone to remind me to be responsible (though it is nice to have a little encouragement). On the flip side, letting loose and not caring is just as important. (Like I said before, I’m a walking ball of contradictions).

17. That I’m limitless

Diabetes can’t, and won’t, hold me back from doing the things I love. Type 1 diabetes may be a chronic illness but it won’t stop me. Exercising was tough at first, I always went low, but I learned how to manage my blood sugars while exercising. If I want to eat pizza, I’ll eat some damn pizza! (Unless my stomach hurts already, pizza irritates my stomach hahaha). I even have a tattoo that says “You are unlimited” because that’s exactly what I am. Unlimited. I’m just like anyone else. Sometimes certain things are a little harder with diabetes (like exercising, which I mentioned) but it makes me want to push past the challenges and try even harder.

18. How to love myself

This one took awhile. I hated my diabetes, so that meant I hated my pancreas. Hated my pancreas because it stopped working which meant I hated my immune system. I hated my immune system for it not working properly. See? It’s a vicious cycle. I learned to love myself on the inside (and the outside too but still working on that one a little bit). I can’t hate myself anymore. God made me the way he wanted me to be made. I’m perfect the way I am.

I’m learning every day and it’s definitely still a work in progress. However, having a more positive outlook on my condition I can say I’ve been happier. Positive vibes my fellow T1D’s, positive vibes.

anonymous asked:

Hello I am also creeping into your ask box. So, I've fallen out of writing for the past few years but I really want to pick it up again. I fell out of it because I didn't like my work anymore and I had a huge motivation problem. However, I'm now older and want to get back into helping contribute to fandoms, creating, and connecting. But, I don't know how. See, I have a lot of ideas but I'm not sure if I can write it the way I want and keep up with it. Any advice? Also how do you plan without RC?

Hi there! Thank you for creeping~

You know, I’ve had long spells where I go ages without writing much, too. I think right now is probably the most dedicated I’ve ever been to writing, honestly. And it’s a great feeling, but of course, it’s not one that can happen all the time – creativity does go in cycles, the way you feel about your writing isn’t always consistent. Sometimes it makes you just not want to write, like what you’ve experienced. 

But now that you want to get back into it, I wonder if you’re too concerned with the pitfalls of the future, instead of focusing on what you want to do right here and now. 

If you want to write at this very moment, try not to worry about everything going the way you want it to go, or keeping up with it. A lot of the time, I start off wanting to write a story one way, and by the end, it’s an entirely different story. And I look back at my outline or first draft and am like “what in the seven hells happened here???” Literally 9 times out of 10 I start off saying, “This will be short!” And then several months and fifty thousand words later…….. (you have HOTJ)

That’s not always a bad thing. Often, what you end up with is better than what you started out writing – because you gain perspective as you go. And sometimes I do get totally stuck because a story isn’t materializing the way I want it. In that case, this is where it becomes useful to have a lot of ideas. Start working on another one. See where that takes you – maybe you’ll end up finishing that second idea instead, or maybe working on something else will help you store up enough creative energy to forge yourself a path on that first stalled idea. 

When it comes to keeping up, take a deep breath and r e l a x. Your deadlines as a fan creator are your own, so utilize that freedom. Try and remember you are doing this because you love it. My advice here would be: write a whole story from start to finish. Or write a couple one-shots – have material stockpiled. Then work on new things while you still have those to post. It may alleviate some of your stress about posting schedule (as it does for me). When I first started writing for this fandom, my laughably lofty goal was to post a fic or fic chapter every weekend – that fell apart pretty fucking fast, let me tell you. And at first, yes, I did stress about it a lot. But I realized that the more important thing than sticking to my own self-imposed schedule was the fact that I wanted to write and I had so many ideas to write about. When they end up fully realized on paper, or when they get posted, is another story. 

The thing is, you’ll never know until you actually start writing. So, don’t worry so much any more about what might happen. Start talking to people, other fans and writers, now. You don’t have to Be A Writer to talk to other writers. And just, open up a new doc. Start your outline. I can promise you it will feel better than not writing at all.


In regards to your second question, how do I plan without RC and Ellie – a lot of my non-collab ideas tend to crash their way into my brain and suddenly it’s like, I HAVE TO WRITE THIS IMMEDIATELY which is why I am always writing like 4 stories at once and it takes me forever to actually finish anything. Typically, during these early stages, Ellie and RC are like “Essieeee” and “what about your other three stories you are supposed to be finishing” and “remember how you told us not to let you do this again” 

*WAVES HAND* WHATEVER. So, at this point, I usually view it as my sworn duty to convince them that my New Idea is Good and that it Must Be Written. I start actively brainstorming at them, until they finally break and agree with me and then I just start writing. So basically, some ideas, I start off brainstorming with them, but others simmer in my head for awhile before I unleash them. I tend to brainstorm out loud, a lot, which is how I come up with dialogue and individual scenes; I do this in the car, shower, wherever. Talking to yourself is, I find, very helpful. But I do usually need to talk through my ideas with someone else at some point though, unless they’re fairly short. 

Thank you for your questions!!! <3

I've had enough (TMNT X DEPRESSED!READER)

WARNING: THIS STORY MENTIONS  DEPRESSION AND CUTTING. IF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU PLEASE DON’T READ. 
(Also I’m sorry if I used trigger wrong ;w; )

So this is the first time I’ve wrote a story in years. Not only that but this is my very first time writing the turtles. So please have mercy on me.

(also my grammar is not the best I’m so sorry) 

(My mind set was on the 2k3 turtles but I tried to keep it where ya’ll can picture whatever TMNT series you like. I’m sorry if I failed )

If you all want me to do spin offs or more romantic like stories of each turtle let me know. I’ll give it my best shot. :’D

With all that said ONTO THE STORY.

I hope you enjoy. ;w;

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whatsideareyouon  asked:

I've been wondering for way too long just what it is that I want to be doing with my time. I know everyone is different and has different experiences, but I'd like to know: At what point did you decide to focus on drawing, and how did you choose art over everything else (were you just better at art than other things, or did you just love it enough to push through)? How long would you estimate it took in practice to get to the point where you thought "This is something I can do for real!" ?

Well I’ve been into art pretty much all my life. I fricken loved animals when I was a child so I often drew comics of my dog going on adventures with my friends or other family’s dogs, I even wrote stories about them for writing parts of class too (i remember having the longest stories in grade 4, lel). At first I was like “I wanna be a vet!” that quickly changed though once I got more into gaming and wanted to be a video game designer, which is actually something I still want to do someday. I never really had anything else that I was interested in? I was never really good at maths or sciences and stuff, I also didn’t really have anyone forcing me to choose something right away either cause my moms pretty chill. I graded, still didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my life (even tho I knew in the back of my mind it was gonna be art anyway) so I ended up working at walmart for awhile and then finally decided to go to art school cause I didn’t want to work the retail life anymore.

I don’t know if there was any real point where I was like “Art is something I can do!” because I knew it was always something I could do so I just did it cause that’s when I enjoy and am capable of. If you’re confused with what it is you want to do just take some time to explore, there’s no rush. You’ve got all your life after all, just make sure it’s something that you’re happy with. No one wants to work a 8 - 5 job they’re miserable with for the rest of their life.

anonymous asked:

First of all, I want to congratulate you. I love everything you write! And now my question. I've read that John is Mary's possession and I don't really understand it. Is it just because she is possessive and jealouse or is there something else about her that I don't see? Thanks for your time!

Awww, thank you Nonny!! That’s very kind! :D

Mmm, John as Mary’s possession is something I’ve wanted to talk about for awhile and just never got around to doing. I discussed it a bit at the bottom of this post here, but I’m going to expand upon it here for you. 

Before I begin I should probably state for my new followers that I LOVE Mary. I love that she’s an interesting, complex character and I think that her arc as a villlain-of-sorts is already shaping up to be a rather exciting one. However, this meta will paint her in a rather negative light, but only because logically, that is what the narrative is telling us. So if you like Mary and sympathize with her, this meta is not for you. My meta are always based on facts within the show; granted my opinions are skewed towards Mary-as-a-villain, but know that this is actually one of my favourite Sherlock things ever so I speak very passionately about her character arc. I’m just taking what I’m seeing on screen and translating it for the masses.

Okay, so now that that is over-with, let’s dive into this thing.

To understand her possessive behaviour, I think we need to break down her character. As I see it, I believe she is Jim’s operative, and John was her mission… except she wasn’t supposed to “fall in love” with John (which I’ll get to in a moment), simply was supposed to keep him alive and steal him away from Sherlock to ‘burn out [Sherlock’s] heart’. It’s this theory here that is the only thing that makes me think Moriarty is still alive (the only thing confusing me is her surprise at the tarmac to Jim’s return… perhaps she was worried he’d come back for vengeance because she tried to kill Sherlock? We’ll see soon enough).

The timing of Mary’s arrival into John’s life is too convenient to have simply been a coincidence, all the more reason I think Mycroft is also stuck in this mess; he’s the only one who knew where Sherlock was most of the time, so anything Mycroft knew, Jim knew. Another thought that I’m having is this: we know that Mycroft was keeping tabs on John while Sherlock was away… so what if he also saw John was becoming more and more depressed / suicidal? Mycroft was instructed to keep John alive, by Jim. Enter Moriarty’s former right-hand woman who just *happens* to also be a nurse this time around.

I think this is how we can tie in Mary and Mycroft working together; he knew of her from his CIA-on-a-freelance basis missions, and we’ve been told that Mary has done wet jobs for the CIA (and possibly some of those wet jobs were for Mycroft a LONG time ago).  Perhaps she came to Mycroft, on Jim’s orders and offered to keep his brother’s friend alive. I’m still working out this part all in my head and how it works with my theory about Mary.

So, initially Mary was with John as part of her mission – keep John alive and make him fall in love with her, because Sherlock would return and his heart had to feel truly broken. Except as a romantic, Mary possibly also fell in love with him in some odd way; possibly more with the idea John and with the sense of security he offered when they finally got together. John was constantly in a state of grieving and she possibly found out a tonne about Sherlock that even Moriarty didn’t know about, and in turn realized just how much John actually may have loved Sherlock. But John’s stupid pining over his “dead” friend was starting to get on her nerves… and god this new life of hers was so boring.

Okay, so how does all that relate to Mary being possessive of John? Well, enter Sherlock, and John straying away from her. 

I think in order to answer WHY she does it, we should consider a few things about her character. The mystery of why she would continue to keep John in her grasp without Jim around is something I’m still struggling with. Perhaps if she is the ringleader in all of this, she still would want to burn out Sherlock’s heart if only to gain a sick sense of pleasure out of it. She still would want to keep John all for herself because he is the ultimate trophy for her winning the game she’s playing with Sherlock. I just did a quick meta on the deductions of Mary during the night of their first meeting, and aside from “liar” a few of the deductions struck me as interesting, despite them being a bit muddled in Sherlock’s head:

DISILLUSIONED: (def: ‘having lost faith or trust in something : disappointed that something is not as good, valuable, true, etc., as it had seemed’). Okay, this is HUGE to me. I initially speculated that perhaps Sherlock is reading all of his deductions of her as also being a façade because she’d been living this lie for so long, but now that I’m taking the time to actually have to look at these deductions, I’m starting to think that was an incorrect theory. This is all still very much a self portrait. 

ANYWAY, back onto ‘disillusioned’. Look at that definition: could that possibly describe John and / or her mission? Perhaps she’s coming to realize living 5 years in a lie wasn’t all it was cracked up to be; she’s getting bored, and is beginning to lose faith in this plan of Jim’s ever working… Was she promised this amazing romance and a tonne of money if she just kept John alive? Or promised a clean slate if she just did this one thing? Dear Jim, can you fix it for me that I never get found by the people who want to kill me? Jim found himself a crack-shot sniper and in turn for her services he told her how fantastic Sherlock’s pet was, that he would be the best thing Mary had, all she had to do was keep John alive and keep him away from Sherlock. Good thing she already knew Mycroft.

But now that she got John, perhaps she’s finding JOHN not as great as advertised. At least not now that Sherlock has returned (or possibly always, because he’s just a boring, depressed doctor who’s constantly talking about his dead best friend; it’s driving her crazy). The fact that she’s already exhibiting these “disillusioned” words probably point to how bored she is at this point with this mission and with John in general.

Funny how having John straying away suddenly makes her want John back again… 

ONLY CHILD: Now, taking into account the above theory that, in fact, the deductions are actually Mary’s and not her persona’s, I now believe that Mary is not Moriarty’s sibling, as many have been speculating since TAB. Sherlock’s deductions were all over the place that night, but for the most part they were correct… Sherlock is rarely wrong in that regard, he’s just having a harder time processing them now that his emotions and his probable concussion are factors in this one.

GUARDIAN: Of whom? Who is she protecting? I’ve seen theories that it’s possibly her past child, a past family, a past in general; ‘Guardian’ does imply protector of a child or family. But you know what else Mirriam-Webster defines a guardian as? “One who has the care of the person or property of another”. Mary is protecting another person’s person / property (Sherlock’s John) until she’s good and ready to be done with him, or until another move happens in their perilous game that they are all playing.

SHORTSIGHTED: (def. ‘not considering what will or might happen in the future’). Here’s where I point out that she completely and totally didn’t think about what would actually happen once Sherlock returned. This is also where I point out that I am completely believing that she also faked the pregnancy: she had a plan but definitely had no idea how she would pull it off. OR the pregnancy WASN’T planned but is NOT John’s. Either way, this deduction is amusing to me because Sherlock also deduces that she’s clever… How can one be so shortsighted if she’s clever? I think she’s only clever when she needs to think quickly, when she needs to think of a “right now” solution. Clever people don’t just shoot other people who offer to help them.

As an aside, clever has the synonyms of “crafty”, “cunning”, “canny” and “shrewd”, so. I’ll leave you to your deductions.

SECRET (by itself): (def. ‘kept hidden from others; known to only a few people; keeping information hidden from others). This is also damning, to me, for it to be separated from the tattoo deduction, since it’s such a character trait of Mary. She’s hiding who she is as a person, and it’s only known to a select few people. I think David may have been her confidante, and I think Janine also may know, since I believe she’s Jim’s sister. Magnussen knew who she was before she was “Mary”. This deduction can be used in conjunction with “liar”. 

The sad thing is that because Sherlock was such an emotional mess, he chooses to ignore all these red flag deductions about her. 

SECRET TATTOO: There are a few good meta on this, but basically the gist of this theory is that she wears a tattoo of the Black Lotus from TBB on her heel. Unless someone was specifically looking for it, no one would know. So… John’s not a foot-man, anyway. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In all seriousness, though, if this is the case, then her involvement possibly goes back further than we suspected, and leaves us to wonder about the mysterious Black Lotus. Are they a faction of Moriarty’s organization? Did Moriarty find her there? Is she the ringleader in it all? 

In any sense I hope they address some of these more damning deductions.

ANYWAY, Nonny, this post TOTALLY went in a completely different direction than you initially asked for, apologies, I do that sometimes (and by that I mean ALL THE TIME). But I think it helps to understand her character as a whole to see how her love (or non-love) for John is possessive, and I think it’s a good idea to examine her as Sherlock would. 

I think what it all boils down to is that she’s possessive in a way that means she needs to keep John alive in order to guarantee her own survival. “She’s gone a bit freelance” = she’s not playing by Jim’s orders anymore. The reason Mary started to become possessive of John was because he started to stray back to Sherlock, however unintentionally she meant for it. Perhaps she didn’t really think John was in love with Sherlock. Maybe there was a bit of jealousy, but I doubt it. She actually thrived on giving John temporarily back to Sherlock only to take him away again. 

From then on, winning John’s affections became a game to her. Imagine her elation at finding out Sherlock was being sent away indefinitely to his death. The fact that she even showed up at the tarmac when there was NO REASON FOR HER TO EVEN BE THERE tells me that she wanted to continue to make it clear to Sherlock that she had won this game, and quite possibly to ensure he actually was leaving. I also believe she gets some twisted satisfaction in rubbing it into Sherlock’s face that she has ultimately “won” John from Sherlock despite everything, and it’s this scene here that seals it for me:

Look at the way she just latches onto John here in a very possessive manner: both hands and holding onto him like he’s going to run off. And all right in front of Sherlock; he knows she’s doing it on purpose. She’s pouring salt on the wounds to a man already dead, stabbing the knife in a little deeper. Look at his eye-roll or blinky-blink as he’s turning to talk to his brother; he knows she’s being petty. Heck, I bet you Mary was hesitant to leave them to talk together because she actually thinks Sherlock might try something.

With Mary, I think it’s the idea of John that she likes; having him around grants her some sort of stability. As much as I don’t want a redemption arc for her, I’m wondering if she thought she was genuinely getting a fresh start in her life, and John was her ticket to that; stay with him long enough to finish her mission, she gets a clean slate, and creates a fake death for herself to break it off with John. My only qualm with this is that if she truly was starting fresh, then she would not still have a perfectly fitting assassin’s outfit and a gun with a silencer hidden away from John’s eyes. There’s definitely more to her than the clues the narrative can currently provide.

In the end, honestly, Mary is a psychopath, possibly a sociopath, given her need to feel like she “wins” everything (seriously, read those links and check off all that apply to Mary; pretty much all of it). I don’t think she has any remorse whatsoever for the shit she inflicted upon John and Sherlock. MAYBE she felt a “tiny bit” when she shot Sherlock and said sorry? Maybe she genuinely liked Sherlock? I don’t know; I find that hard to believe when she shoots THEN says sorry. I think it was more because she thought he was actually going to die, so make his last moments not TOO horrible; his death WAS going to guarantee John being close to her again, after all. All she’s concerned about is herself and a means to her end. It’s this possessive behaviour that I feel she exhibits will finally be her downfall. 

I personally love her character arc; I love that she’s not a whimpering side character, but instead a baddie that could possibly surpass Moriarty in her deviousness. I don’t think she’s above the whole “killing because you’re not mine any more” trope; some psychopaths have done this before. When Mary finally feels like a trapped animal she will try again; we’ve seen it happen in HLV twice, only I think this time it will be John who finally tries to stop her, possibly by protecting Sherlock. And I think, sadly, that this will only end in tears for everyone.

I have my own headcanons for *that moment*, but perhaps another time. On a closing note… we’ve never actually heard her tell John she loved him; yet both John and Sherlock have told each other that they loved each other, albeit by-proxy. Let that sink in. I think that’s a huge flag right there.

EDIT: Okay, I also forgot to take into account about Mary pushing the two of them together in TEH. I… have no idea how this fits into the theory, other than I think that it was something she HAD to do begrudgingly. But it was definitely not something she wanted to do. I welcome others’ opinions on this matter.

EDIT 2: I also don’t think she is Moriarty, but more was his right hand person who possibly is answering to a new baddie. After some thinking on this, I think Mary was surprised because she wasn’t expecting him to return (ie. dead OR because he never let her know when he was going to return). If he is, in fact, alive, I think her fear IS  because she strayed from her mission and tried to kill Sherlock. I need to still think a bit more on some S4 plot theories, but this is the basic premise I’m working from right now, which will surly change as we go through setlock.

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mouseinc-deactivated20170116  asked:

"Send me a number with a ship and any other details you want" - “You’re burning up” for Otayuri (the cutest pair in the world!!) I've seen prompts where Yurio is the one who is sick, but what if this time it is Otabek who is sick and Yurio has to look after his boy ? <3

(Everything for you, my sweet darling! I hope you’ll enjoy it, even with my english)


“Beka, you were awful today!”, Yuri tries to find other words describing his boyfriend’s performance on ice, but even with the soft spot in his heart for that man: it was impossible. “What the fuck is happening to you?”

Opening the door to their house (after half a year it is still so impossibly amazing for Yuri to be able to say that), he is welcomed by unusual silence. Yuri always ends his practice later, and when he comes back he is greeted by music from their room or sounds of cooking from the kitchen. But now, he hears only silence.

“Beka?”, he asks, going to the living room; it’s empty. Bedroom? Only Molniya, their kitten, is sleeping at Yuri’s pillow.

He finally goes to the kitchen and spots the mess of a person with head and arms lying in uncomfortable position on the table, clothes from the practice still unchanged. All of that, connected with the mug for a tea standing next to a kettle, which wasn’t even plugged in, gives Yuri the feel that something is not right.

“Hey”, he touches older man’s arm; Otabek suddenly jumps up, looking feverishly at Yuri. “Oh my god, you look like a corpse!”

“Um…I am okay”, Otabek just says, pushing his messy hair out of the way of his sight. His always shining, gold skin looks almost grey; with bloodshot eyes and unusual redness on his cheeks he looks sick.

“Yeah, bullshit”, Yuri says, getting closer and touching his boyfriend’s forehead with his hand. “Shit, Beka, You’re burning up! Tell me, for real, how do you feel?”, he asks, at the same time walking towards one of the cupboards and pulling out the box with medicines.

“Uh, weak”, he says, rubbing his eyes. “And my head hurts as hell. But it’s nothing, really…”

“When did you start feeling like that?”, Yuri doesn’t even listen to him; his brain switches to ‘I am responsible adult and am 100% able to take care of other human’ mode. He takes out thermometer and puts it under Otabek’s armpit without any word.

“After I woke up, I guess…”

“Are you retarded?!”, Yuri shouts, then instantaneously tones his voice down. “You went to the practice sick?? How irresponsible of you!”, he looks at Otabek with disappointment.

“I didn’t want to loose any practice! And more, I didn’t want to make you troubles”, Beka says quietly, when Yuri checks his temperature. 39,5˚C, not good.

“You’re really stupid if you think it’s problem for me to take care of you”, Yuri responds, pulling his boyfriend’s hair back and placing few gentle kisses on his warm forehead. “Now, go get some pajamas on and to the bed! I’ll prepare meds for you”

When Yuri walks to the room with hot tea, damp cloth and painkillers, Otabek is lying, with awake Molniya trying to find a comfortable place on Beka’s stomach.

“Oh, move”, says Yuri to her, sitting on the end of the bed and giving Otabek’s his meds. “I’m going to put this cloth on your forehead, it should erase the pain for awhile”, he says, looking at half asleep Beka. He smiles, looking at defenceless man.

“Will you lay down with me?”, Otabek asks with so tiny voice that Yuri can’t say no. He puts the small cloth on his boyfriend’s forehead and lays down next to him. At the same time Beka is moving closer to him, putting one arm around his small waist. Yuri allows him to lay on his arm, not even bothered by damp spot on his favorite shirt.

Unconsciously, he moves his fingers up and down the short hair on the back of Otabek’s neck. “You’re my angel, I love you”, he hears, and looks at the man lying on his arm, so warm and beautiful, even with fever and unhealthy blush on sun-kissed cheeks.

“And you should be sleeping”, he answers, but with the delicate tone Otabek recognises as ‘love’.

When Yuri wakes up few hours later, his boyfriend is still asleep, cloth long forgotten on the pillow next to them. Small droplets of sweat are covering his forehead and temples. Yuri leaves too hot embrace and wipes out softly all of the sweat from Otabek’s face. He leaves him to sleep, with the mission of doing some soup in mind.

When Otabek opens his eyes, it’s dark outside. Small ball of fur is lying next to him, puffing out small breathes. His head hurts like hell, and the bed next to him is empty.

It has to be the fever’s fault, because he feels very sad and miserable. He’s still cold, but the throbbing of his temples decreased. He puts sweater on and opens the door, being greeted with the beautiful smell of chicken soup.

Staying on the door to kitchen, Otabek sees Yuri, with his long hair messily tied in a bun, bustling next to the huge pot of vegetables and chicken. He smiles lightly, feeling happiness with the sight of his man, in their shared kitchen.

“Ohh, you woke up?”, Yuri turns back and smiles at him lightly. “How’s your head?”

“It’s okay”, he says, being surprised how broken his voice sounds. “Yura… Give me a hug?”, he says quietly.

“Aww, no way! Go get a shower, you’re sweaty!”, he says, but walks closer anyway and melts into the hug, when Otabek is kissing his hair. “But now for real; dinner’s almost ready, wear some warm clothes”

When Otabek is back, two bowls of soup are standing on a table in front of the TV. Yuri is sitting at the sofa, looking at the phone in his hand, scrolling through Instagram. He looks up and sighs.

“First of all: go get a towel for your hair. Then, put some socks on. Then go here and put a blanket around yourself, we will going to watch some stupid shit and eat.

“Yes, mum”, he laughs.

“Fuck you too”.

Having one cat sleeping on his lap, and the other cuddling to him under the blanket, with their fingers linked together, is something even his throbbing headache isn’t strong enough to screw up for him.

“You are taking care of me so amazingly that I really should be sick more”, he says later, when three of them are almost asleep.

“Oh yeah, I want to see how you say that for Yakov. That old man is probably going to kill you if you find out you’re being sick just to be served”, Yuri laughs, and his laugh is beautiful enough for Otabek to not care about it.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Wolfstar fanfic based off the line "Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up/I need your loving hands to come and pick me up/And every night I miss you I can just look up/And know the stars are holding you/Holding you/Holding you tonight." -Tonight by FM Static

ok first i’m soso sorry this took so long also ik it’s angsty in the beginning but it’ll be okay i promise


Sirius was freezing.

Sirius was always freezing.

He’d lost count of how many nights he’d spent huddled on the ground, rags held as tight around him as they could go, bony knees pulled up to his chest and knocking into his chin as they shook.

He’d lost count of the nights altogether.

They’d all blurred together after the first few months, an eternal cold that wrapped around his body and settled in his bones and just wouldn’t let go, goddamnit, go matter how hard Sirius tried to escape it.

And, oh, did he try.

Those first months he’d wanted to keep his memories of before intact. Untainted. Safe.

It hadn’t lasted long.

Sirius caved early on, recalling James’ laugh and the way he’d muss his hair when Lily was around as people shrieked around him. He thought of Lily’s smile and how she’d looked on her wedding day when storms rose out of the sea and waves crashed against the walls. He pictured baby Harry babbling happily when Sirius arrived at the Potter’s door, carrying in something new and exciting every visit. He remembered Remus-

Actually, he tried very hard not to remember Remus. When he did, and it happened every month because of the goddamn moon, the only thing that kept Sirius sane was knowing that Remus wasn’t here with him. He wasn’t in this freezing cell, trapped listening to the others’ screams, he didn’t feel like his soul was slowly sneaking out of his body day by day, he was out.

So looking up at the night sky was both painful and relieving. It reminded him of Remus, but it also reminded him that Remus was safer than he was right now, that he wasn’t trapped in the same position as Sirius.

He fell asleep on those nights holding onto that thought, hoping that Remus wasn’t plagued by memories as he was.

Unfortunately, Remus still remembered too much. 

Fourteen years had gone by since James and Lily had died, and the painful ache of their loss had rarely left Remus since. 

It had softened, though, when Sirius returned. 

They’d danced around their feelings for awhile, Remus not knowing how to reach out when Sirius’ stare went blank or his hands began to shake, but they’d managed, finally.

Remus was living in a guest room of Grimmauld Place, helping Sirius adjust and working for the Order out of the house. He’d climbed into bed one night exhausted and frustrated at himself for not understanding what Sirius was going through when his door creaked open and a figure appeared in the frame.

“D’you mind if I…?”

Remus sat up in bed. “Sirius! No, not at all, just…” He gestured at the room, and Sirius crept in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“Wanted to tell you something,” Sirius mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Remus took a breath, nodding and shifting over to give Sirius more room. “Go ahead.”

Sirius’ eyes flitted between Remus’ and the bed, his mouth open slightly but struggling to push the words out.

“It’s alright,” Remus said softly, wishing he could do more to help.

Sirius looked up and kept his eyes on Remus this time. He twisted the bedsheet in his hands, and Remus was about to offer more encouragement when Sirius spoke. 

“I missed you.”

His voice was very quiet, and Remus’ eyes softened and while Sirius’ darted back to his hands. “I still do, sometimes, even though you’re here, and I’m here, and it’s so stupid-”

Remus felt like he was going to choke trying to get his words out fast enough. “That’s not stupid, Sirius, it’s not. I promise.”

Sirius looked up again. “You’re sure?”

“Definitely.”

Sirius nodded to himself and began to slip under the covers, surprising Remus. He hadn’t been particularly physical since he’d come back, and Remus hadn’t wanted to push any boundaries, but now-

Sirius stopped abruptly. “Shit. Shit, I’m sorry, I’ll just-”

Remus hurriedly made more room, pulling the covers back himself. “No, please, stay. I want you to stay.”

Sirius was quiet for a moment, then resumed getting into the bed. “Alright.”

They both laid on their sides for a moment, facing each other and not saying a word. Remus could feel Sirius taking in their closeness, the rise and fall of his chest, the crook of his neck.

“Remus?”

“Hmm?”

Sirius took a deep breath. “Could I… get closer, a little bit?”

The hesitancy in his voice shot through Remus, suddenly making him want to toss his arm around Sirius and hold him forever, breathing in the scent of his hair and finally getting a piece of himself back after so long.

“Of course,” Remus said with a weak grin. “Of course you can.”

Sirius smiled back with a hint of sadness that hadn’t been there before, and then his head was resting under Remus’ chin and his breath was on Remus’ skin and Remus was holding his waist and it was almost as if none of it had happened. This could’ve been any night at school after Sirius’ mother had sent a particularly nasty letter, with their bodies pressed together, comforting one another.

Remus could barely believe it.

And then Sirius was speaking again, just whispers that Remus strained to catch even though they were so close: “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you so much.”

If Remus’ heart hadn’t already broken in the past fourteen years, it definitely did then.

He smoothed a hand over the back of Sirius’ head, shaking slightly. “I know. I know, it’s alright. I missed you too.”

Sirius spoke a little louder now. “I’d look up, and I’d see the stars, and the moon, and I’d think about- god- I’d be so glad you weren’t in there with me, Remus, that you were out here-”

His words broke off and his body began to tremble, and Remus just held on, stroking Sirius’ hair and murmuring, “it’s alright, it’s alright.”

And maybe, in that moment, that wasn’t exactly true. Maybe it wasn’t alright, and maybe it wouldn’t be for a while, but Remus knew that in time, it would be.

Here's Hoping (part 20)

Summary: Dan and Phil had said ‘I love you’ and contemplate the idea of taking their relationship to the next level

Smut/little fluff

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen, part sixteen, part seventeen, part eighteen, part nineteen

Phil smiled up at Dan, his words easing all the nervousness he had been feeling before. He was safe with Dan. He loved him and he knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. He cared about him, and he knew Dan would do everything he could to make this special.

Dan smiled back as he leaned in and gently met their lips together, humming a little as he slid his tongue into Phil’s mouth. Phil gripped at Dan’s hips, a small moan escaping his lips. He did want this.

Dan slid his hand slowly up Phil’s shirt, running it up and down over his chest a few times before pulling it off over his head. Phil followed Dan’s lead, ripping his shirt up and off as well. Dan met his lips again, the contact of their skin together eliciting a moan from both of them.

Phil slid his tongue into Dan’s mouth, digging his fingers into his back to pull him closer to him. He loved the feel of Dan’s body grinding against his. He felt like he could kiss Dan like this forever.

Dan smiled against his lips at Phil’s urgency, moving down to suck at Phil’s neck. He nibbled a bruise, smiling again as he heard Phil’s breath hitch then moved a little lower. He loved that he was going to be Phil’s first. It showed him that there really were people out there that valued love and closeness, and that Phil didn’t just want to use him like everyone else did.

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Gillovny: An Outsider’s Opinion Part 2

Part 1 in case you missed it

I’m finally posting the rest of mine and Caitlin’s gillovny discussion. Under the cut are Caitlin’s thoughts on ET, the Cutting Room kisses, Gillian’s Huffpost interview and the one you all wanted me to ask her about: the Access Hollywood hallway clip.

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alittledandy  asked:

Hi, love your handy dandy blog! I'm looking for Destiel fics of any length that stay pretty canon or canon-adjacent, which involves them realising their feelings for one another and feature Dean being very confused about his sexuality and their 'profound bond'. I've looked through your tags and found a couple that fit the bill, but are there any you'd especially recommend? Thanks!

Hi there! Thank you for the compliments, always makes our day to hear that. I think that what you asked for is a pretty basic set-up in non AU Destiel fics, if you don’t count established relationship fics, of course. When wouldn’t Dean be having some issues with himself when he realizes his feelings for Cas? Anyhow, in some ways this was actually a pretty hard question since my brain couldn’t work out the information in what fics Dean is really having some major issues. It sucks when the details of fics keep mixing up, isn’t it? I need to start tagging the fics into my secret folders better so I’ll remember in which fics Dean is really, really having huge gay issues. But, for now, I collected you some of my favorites in which Dean is denying his feelings or doesn’t realize his feelings right away. Hope you’ll enjoy these! – Admin J


Title: The Tunnel of Love

Author: xlodemon

Rating: Explicit

Words: 21,421 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This is a pretty canon fic. The summary isn’t that promising and I was expecting some brainless fluff with no actual plot or anything, but that wasn’t the deal. This author really thinks every single detail and it got me many times like “oh, yeah, that shit, heh, almost forgot about it”. It’s a good case fic with Dean freaking out because he doesn’t wanna fuck things up with Cas.

Summary: “We might,” Cas starts slowly, pausing like he’s choosing his words. “We might have to kiss.”

Dean just stares at him.

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Title: The Story of You and Me

Author: the_diggler

Rating: Explicit

Words: 54,953 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Give a chance for this fic, okay? It might feel not fitting at first but I really think it’s something that will fit into your needs.

Summary: Dean wakes up in a bed next to very human Castiel, and a journal in his own handwriting that tells him it’s two years in the future. The house looks like Bobby’s, and Sam lives there too… He just can’t remember how they got from the angels falling from the sky to comfortable domesticity. While there is much in the journal Dean doesn’t remember, there is much of their story he’s always known. And she settles into the routine of his new life and relationship with Castiel, it quickly becomes something he doesn’t know how to live without.

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Title: The Dance of Inanna

Author: PeppermintWind

Rating: Explicit

Words: 106,178 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: It’s been awhile since I last time read this fic but if I remember right there was a quite some time before the two actually hook up and the first kiss scene was pretty epic. I sure as hell wish I remember it right, please, correct me if it wasn’t this fic. Or maybe it wasn’t the first kiss. Anyway, the first time Sam and Benny and other guys see them kissing. God, I need more hours a day so I could re-read all my favorites. I need to quit something. Maybe working? I can’t fit school, work and Destiel into my life properly. Work has to go.

Summary: “Hey Sammy? You didn’t happen to start an apocalypse while I was in Purgatory, did you?”

Or:  After the disappearance of the One, pagan gods are fighting over who gets the world. Alliances are forged and broken, Zeus and Enlil form a bromance, Odin teams up with Isis, Loki probably has an evil plan, Artemis ponders second-wave feminism, Crowley is amused, the angels are not, Inanna has opinions, Don is a Carver Edland fan.

And Dean and Cas aren’t fooling anybody.

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Title: The Writing on the Wall

Author: DasMervin, MrsHyde

Rating: Explicit

Words: 574,830 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment:  ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Pretty canon until the point Cas becomes God. Or not God, but you know… god. If you want Dean freaking out ‘cause of his gay thoughts for Cas, then this is your choice. I promise you, this will drive you crazy. I was angry, then I was frustrated, then I was angry again. Damn it, Dean!

Summary: How could a homophobic hunter fall for an ex-angel-slash-god wearing a male vessel? Well, just ask Dean Winchester.

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Title: How to Date an Angel in 12 Easy Steps

Author: fourthduckling

Rating: Explicit

Words: 23,590 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment:  ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Okay, maybe this was a less angst and dark than you’d like, but Dean sure has some identity issues and problems with himself. It’s funny and everybody need a bit fun once in awhile.This was actually a pretty hard question, you know? It’s not that easy to pick fics for this.

Summary: It’s not that hard to date an angel. All Dean has to do is fight off hordes of vampires, research gay porn, get sucked into a crappy Narnia, endure Sam’s comments, creep out on Dr. Sexy, get harassed – oh, and that’s right– figure out he’s into Cas. Easy, right?

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Title: The Mirror

Author: cloudyjenn

Rating: Explicit

Words: 24,568 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I know it’s always good when universe wants to tell something to Dean. Always. I love it how frustrated Dean is starting to be after all the realities and how he finally gets it. And I don’t wanna spoil anything, but the ending of this story is so good!

Summary: When Dean touches a strange mirror, he’s whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn’t take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.

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Title: The Path of Fireflies

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 63,706 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This is a perfect fic about Dean realizing his own feelings. I have a big thing for amnesia fics and this really is my favorite fic ever. It’s basically head-canon, even though Dean isn’t hunting anymore. However, the things happened in the show are reality, it’s just many years past those hunting years. I love this fic. God bless the author. If you haven’t read it yet, stop whatever it is you’re doing at the moment and read it. And if you have, then, well… Re-read it.

Summary: After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years.

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Title: Destiel, Actually

Author: Bloodism

Rating: Explicit

Words: 15,973 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment:  ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: So is there anyone who doesn’t love Gabriel? I’m like the biggest Gabriel fan ever. Seriously, he’s the best dickhead archangel slash trickster slash big brother ever. And when Gabe decides that Dean and Cas are meant to be together, even if the two of them won’t get it, well… Then they will be, no matter what it costs.

Summary: Picture your typical rom-com cliché. Now picture Dean stuck in that rom-com cliché. With Castiel. Because that’s what happening to him - a crazy whirlwind of your typical-and-not-so-typical cliché’s. He’s playing the main lead in all of them and Castiel’s his counterpart. Of course, the culprit is obvious. Gabe’s enjoying himself too much, lying back on his favourite cloud with a tub of salted popcorn.

It was about time someone kicked the two knuckleheads into gear.

“And… ACTION!”

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Title: Down Like Water

Author: museaway

Rating: Mature

Words: 14,512 –  Finished

Admin’s assessment:  ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to rec this here, but why the hell not? Because this is all about Dean and Cas being stupid and not getting together early enough. It’s sad and melancholy, just a perfect museaway fic, and I guess in some ways it fits into what you asked for.

Summary: There’s no time for nerves, no time for second guessing. There’s only right now, and right now he has Cas.

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