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anonymous asked:

hello! could i get one with kuroo where s/o rides the same train as him, morning and afternoon, and s/o always has headphones on. but this one day they have them on but no music is playing, and overhears kuroo talking to kenma about "the cute, small girl in front of us". sorry if its too specific !!

Holy CRAB this is so cute TT__TT and don’t mind being too specific! It tells us more about what you want :) But I added a little something just for fun… I hope it’s okay…. It’s a little short but I had fun writing it…

~ Dree


There she is again. Kuroo watched as she sat right in front of them with her headphones snug on her head. For some reason, Kuroo found a sort of relaxation in her the first time he saw her. She wasn’t the kind of person that stands out in a crowd. But, for some reason, she stood out to him. He was able to pinpoint her in the busy train station one month ago. And he’s sure he can find her now with his eyes closed.

It was her presence, he figured, that drew him to her. Every time. And it was weird. A good kind of weird. Maybe one day, he’ll approach her. But she always had her headphones on! Not to mention that every time he tried, she would get this nervous and longing look on her face. So he held back. He didn’t want to scare the little lady!

Kuroo paused at the thought. Little lady. Where had he heard that name before? Had he called someone that? Had he meant that name for someone special? He can’t remember. But he was sure it meant something.

“I’m going to sit down whether you want to or not.” Kenma huffed from beside the captain, tired of his friend’s gentlemanly ways.

Kuroo gaped at the setter. “But what if an old lady needs the seat? Or a pregnant woman? Or a businessman tired from work?” He tried to reason with Kenma. “You can’t offer your seat! That’s rude!”

Kenma didn’t once look at the captain as he continued to beat the game’s final level. “Then just pretend you’re getting off at the next stop.”

Kenma had that look on his face that said it wasn’t up for discussion anymore. And he did have a point. Besides, they are getting off at the next stop. Defeated, Kuroo sat down right in front of the girl. Truthfully, he was glad he sat right in front of her. It gave him an excuse to look at her without looking like a stalker. Maybe that was why she seemed nervous every time he tried to talk to her.

Kuroo nudged the setter a little too harshly for the latter’s taste. “Kenma. Do you feel anything when you look at her?”

Kenma stared at the “Game Over” screen and glared at Kuroo. “Who?”

Kuroo looked at Kenma incredulously. “Her. You know, the cute, small girl in front of us.” He gestured to the girl with his head, not wanting to alert her that they were talking about her.

Kenma briefly looked up from his console to assess the girl plaguing his friend’s mind. “No, I don’t.”

Kuroo looked at the setter in confusion. How was it that only he felt something? The train doors slid open, announcing that they had reached their stop. Kuroo looked helplessly at the girl, willing time to stop in this moment. But he had to drag Kenma out the doors with him or they’ll be left behind. So he did. Leaving behind the girl with the headphones.


[Y/N] smiled as she heard his words. How long had it been since she heard him utter loving words of her? Too long. Centuries too long. She gazed longingly at the direction her love had left with his friend. She felt their love blossoming once more, though they had yet to officially meet in this life.

She remembered one month ago, when she was already starting to lose hope that she would ever find him. Her lord. Her lover. Her love. But then he appeared before her, clad in the uniform of the school she had just transferred to. He always had a knack for giving hope when lost. It was a kind side she saw that drew her to love him. To be his Lady. But fate was cruel. She was sure that as soon as they met eyes, a loving and touching reunion would ensue. But he did not remember her. He had not longed to touch her just as she longed to touch him. To be in his arms once more. Of course, she had considered this possibility. However, she had not prepared for it. So she hid with her headphones. Such a beautiful invention. One could put them on and be free of disruptions— though there was the occasional rude person that would talk to her.

She stared after him once more. She could only hope his pretty words were the start of his love blossoming once again. But, she knew, she would have to approach him one of these days.

My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah
—  Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
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My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. — Noah

I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I’d hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember our summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah
—  The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks
Meetcute Prompts: Werewolf Edition
  1. I picked up what I thought was a stray on the side of the road last night and it turns out you’re a werewolf.  Um.  Can I offer you some pancakes?
  2. Hi there I know I don’t know you but I live downstairs and I can hear you through the ceiling every time you play with your dog and his squeaky toy.  And frankly, it sounds AMAZING.  Can I come in?
  3. I work at the butcher shop and we’ve never spoken but I recognize you from when you come in to buy fresh meat every month.  I don’t mind keeping the store open a little past closing since you’re running late and seem kind of desperate.  This may be weird to mention, but did you know your teeth are getting sharper while we talk?
  4. I know the sign says no shoes no shirt no service but I just had the WEIRDEST night and your shop is the only building with lights on this early and I’m really, really hoping you have some spare clothes behind the counter.  Help?
  5. My dog goes nuts every time she sees you and this time she got off the leash and tore after you, except now you’re both barking at each other and I’m not sure what to do.
  6. You look REALLY familiar and I think it might be because of the feral dog I’ve been feeding a couple nights a month and oh shoot you caught me staring and you’re coming this way.
  7. I’m really, really sorry I accidentally bit you during that kissing game at the party last night, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I THINK YOU’RE REALLY CUTE.  But, uh. I have some stuff I should tell you?
  8. I’m a wildlife biologist and I got called out to do radio tagging and release because a coyote trapper accidentally caught a wolf except I am PRETTY SURE you are not a wolf.
  9. Sorry I treed your cat; it was kind of an uncontrollable impulse.  I’m pretty strong and good at jumping, though.  Hold my bag while I go get her down.
  10. Help my car broke down outside your place and it’s almost the full moon and I’m not saying I’m freaking out but do you happen to have handcuffs and how do you feel about using them on strangers.
My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah
—  Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
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April + Catherine - parallels

requested by anonymous

My Dearest Allie,
I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
Noah

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People harassed Tyler and Josh until they were literally forced to give a statement. I seriously cannot believe that people who listen to their music and KNOW what they advocate actually think they would hate anybody for who they are. I can’t believe anyone thinks it’s acceptable to harass anybody via social media. Calling someone homophobic because they didn’t speak out about yesterday’s Supreme Court decision fast enough & threatening them by saying they’ll lose your support if they don’t tweet something within your demanded time frame is cruel. Believe it or not, some people choose to not put everything on a social platform. I hope the clique can be a safe place for everyone INCLUDING Tyler & Josh. Slandering their name because you want them to answer you is not okay. I feel awful that they had to see all that hate & that it affected Tyler’s frame of mind. Love won yesterday and people still chose to spread hate. Anyways, congratulations to everyone who sent them hate and finally got their response AND I hope you’re sending an apology their way right now.

The one where you blush a lot

A/N: I decided to combine the two requests, because I thought they fitted together very well. I hope this is what you had in mind, even though I got carried away a bit and it’s more than 3.000 Words to read. The end is left open, because I thought it would get too long otherwise. If you want me to, I can write a second part, though. 

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x shy!Reader (kind of)

Summary: You and Daryl both like each other, but being the socially incompetent human beings that you are, you don’t plan to do anything about it. Until Rick sends you off on a run together…

Warnings: Nah

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Your eyes were glued to Daryl’s back while you vigorously cleaned the plate you were holding. Beth giggled and elbowed your ribs, making you blush furiously as you looked at the ground.

“When do you plan on doing something about your feelings for him?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“I can’t, Beth! Everytime I try and talk to him I literally open my mouth and nothing comes out. You know I’m not a people’s person, anyway, but with him I just literally can’t!”

She nodded sympathetically.

“Maybe you could give it a try anyway?”

You shook your head violently. Of course, she meant well, but Beth just couldn’t understand the problem. She was outgoing and sweet, just the opposite of you. Hell, it was almost a miracle that you talked so openly to her. But since you had stumbled onto the Greene farm just after the outbreak, she had been the closest thing you had to a best friend, despite the age-difference of almost 10 years.

Your eyes travelled back to Daryl, who was now talking to Carol with a frown on his face. Then he broke into one of his very rare smiles, while shaking his head. A pang of jealousy hit you and you looked down again, gnawing on your lip.

“If you rub the plate any harder, you will break it!” Beth commented with a grin.

You chose to answer with silence; but you knew she was right, so you put the plate away carefully.

“I think he’s with Carol anyway.” You mumbled, almost inaudible.

Beth, who was by now used to your quiet talking, shook her head with a frown.

“I think we’d know if they were. Privacy isn’t really a thing anymore, nowadays.”

You sighed.

“Then at least he likes her. I mean, just look at them together.”

Beth watched the two of them for a while, before she shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s exactly true.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” You answered with sigh. “It’s not as if I had any chance with him, with or without Carol in the picture.”

Unbeknownst to you, Daryl and Carol’s conversation went into a similar direction.

“You can’t just keep staring at her like a creep, Daryl.”

Carol crossed her arms in front of her chest, staring commandingly at her best friend, who shook his head. He didn’t seem particularly happy that she had brought you up, but then again, Daryl seldom looked particularly happy. He was just the brooding type of guy and she accepted that. But it was enough. Something had to be done about his infatuation with you, or Carol would go mad.

Daryl just answered with a snort.

“I’m serious!”

“An’ what am I s’pposed to do?” Daryl growled, his accent as heavy as his annoyance. “Even if I try to start an’ talk to her she never says a word! I bet she thinks she’s better than me.”

“She talks to nobody.” Carol reminded him. “I think she’s just shy.”

“Fuck that.” Daryl snapped. “I don’t care ‘bout her anyway.”

“Yeah, sure. That’s why you keep staring at her.”

“I keep starin’ ‘cause she annoys the shit out o’me with her silence!”

Carol sighed in desperation.

“Very mature, Daryl. Really, I’m impressed. I see now, Merle must’ve been a really good role model to you.”

The redneck broke into a grin, shaking his head.

“Nice one. Now can we talk ‘bout something else?”

Both conversations were cut short by Rick and Maggie entering the room and calling everybody to gather around the tables. You did your best to stay out of the way as everybody shuffled to the meeting point, making sure to stand close to Beth, but not too close to anybody else. Groups were not exactly your strong point.

“Listen up, guys. We’re going to discuss everybody’s tasks for today. Yesterday Glenn found a field of wild fruits out in the forest, but he didn’t know if they were edible or not. We need one who knows about wild plants to get out there and have a look. I thought (y/n) and Daryl would be perfect for that task. Then, Maggie, you’re on tower-duty ‘till four, and…”

Rick continued listing the tasks for everybody, but you had stopped listening. With wide eyes you looked over at Beth, who had turned to face you with a happy grin. You shook your head violently, trying to show her you were panicking without anybody else noticing. She just patted your shoulder reassuringly.

“This is your chance to be alone with him!” She whispered excitedly.

You sighed. It was useless. She would never understand that being alone with Daryl Dixon was basically the stuff of your nightmares. Of course you fancied him, yes. But that was part of the problem. Knowing yourself, you would make a complete and utter fool of yourself in front of him. But to get out of the deal you would have to speak up in front of the entire group, which would be just as bad, so you just swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to go through with it.

When Rick had finally stopped talking,  Daryl spoke up.

“Can’t I jus’go alone? I know wild plants pr’bably better than anybody here, an’ she would just be a burden!”

Your heart sank. Of course he wouldn’t want to go with you. And could you blame him? He was right. You would just be a burden… And the worst of it all was that now everybody was staring at you, expecting an answer. Suddenly the floor seemed very interesting to you, as hot shame flooded your body.

“Nobody goes out alone, Daryl” Rick replied patiently. “Not as long as we don’t know whether the governor is still out there. Yes, not even you.”

“Fine!” Daryl grumbled, before he turned to you. “We’ll meet at the gates in half an hour. Don’t be late!”

You just nodded, not raising your gaze from your shoes. The group slowly dispersed, excited chatter filling the air. You turned to Beth with a pale face.

“What am I going to do? I’m not going to get out a single word, and he will think I’m a retard!”

Beth just rolled her eyes.

“You’ll be fine. Just stop stressing and relax a little.”

“That’s easier said than done!”

With a sigh Beth turned around.

“Listen, I need to go. I have to take care of the kids until the afternoon. You’ll be just fine, trust me!”

And with that she just left you standing alone in the middle of the room.

You were a bit too early at the gates, but you had been too afraid to be late to go there any later. Especially because you were sure you wouldn’t even be able to stammer out an excuse while Daryl stared at you with his gorgeous blue eyes. You bit your lips nervously while you waited, staring out into the yard in an attempt to resist the urge to glance at the exit of the cell block every few seconds.

In the meantime Daryl was pacing up and down in the hallway of the block, gnawing on his thumb furiously. He resented everything about this task. Having to go out into the woods with your arrogant ass was on the lowest spot on his bucket list. You wouldn’t speak to him at all, and he wouldn’t certainly manage to prove to you that your low opinion of him was right. Also, he really didn’t like you running around outside of the prison fence at all. The woods were a dangerous place, full of walkers and lurkers and wild animals, and you were just a fragile girl.

When Daryl finally arrived, you greeted him with a short smile. Your heart was racing already, and he hadn’t even come closer to you than 30 feet. You took in a deep breath to calm yourself down. He nodded at you instead of saying hello, which you were glad about. Otherwise you would’ve had to reply, something which you still weren’t sure you could do.

You headed out into the forest in silence. After a while you had managed to calm down a little, mostly by ignoring Daryl’s presence as far as possible. That tactic wasn’t as easy as it sounded, though. Even though the hunter could move almost silently through the forest, you somehow felt his presence close to you with your entire body. Your skin was tingling whenever he walked just a bit too close to you, your heart raced and it was harder than ever to keep your breath at a normal speed.

Daryl didn’t seem to notice your inner struggle though. He kept his eyes on your surroundings at all times, apart from some weird sideway glances you didn’t notice because you were too occupied with appearing calm.

“I’m sorry ‘bout what I said earlier.” Daryl’s raspy voice cut through the silence, surprising you just when you thought you had yourself under control. “I just work better alone.”

Internally you panicked, and you were sure you looked like a deer confronted with the headlights of a car. You managed to nod in response, even though your head was swimming. Had Daryl Dixon just apologised to you? And more importantly had he started a conversation? What were you supposed to do?

“That’s all you have to say to that?” Daryl raised an eyebrow, looking you with slight annoyance building in his voice.

Oh God. He asked you a question. Your mouth went dry instantly, and you licked your lips nervously, fiddling for a response. When the silence finally drew out to long, you managed another look, avoiding to meet his gaze.

“Seriously? Just ‘nother nod? D’ya think you’re too good to talk to me, or what? Speak, girl!”

He was almost yelling now, and your eyes widened as you looked up at him.

“I – no! I just…” You stammered, not able to finish your sentence.

Well, at least you had found your voice again, you thought cynically, hating yourself for your shyness.

“You just what? Talk to me, you arrogant little shit!” Daryl growled.

“I just can’t, okay?” You finally snapped, too surprised at his outburst to be afraid. “I’m too shy! My mouth goes dry and I can’t speak!”

Daryl looked taken aback at your confession. Your mind finally caught up with your mouth and you blushed furiously, looking everywhere but at the hunter.

“You’re shy?” He asked again.

You nodded, still avoiding his gaze.

“So that’s why you don’t talk to anyone?”

You nodded again.

“An’ here I was, thinkin’ you just were a bitch.” Daryl mumbled, astonished at your confession.

You peeked at him through the corner of your eye. At least he didn’t look mad anymore.

“I should’ve listened to Carol.”

Your stomach twisted at the mention of her name, and you looked down.

“You should always listen to your girlfriend.” You muttered, thinking he wouldn’t hear you.

You were wrong.

“To my what?”

If you had thought he couldn’t be more surprised, well, you had been wrong. He looked at you with astonishment plastered on his face, until he broke into laughter. You hadn’t ever heard him laugh before, but it was just as you would’ve imagined it. Rough and raspy, and it didn’t very much sound like a happy laugh.

“You think Carol is my girl?”

“Uhm, yes?” You mumbled.

“Uhm, no.” Daryl mimicked your voice, shaking his head vigorously. “She’s my friend, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say.

Relief flooded your veins and you even felt a goofy little smile forming on your face. Carol and Daryl weren’t dating. Which meant Daryl was single. Not that it changed much about the fact that he was way out of your league, but a girl could dream, right?

“But, wait.” Daryl stopped in the middle of his tracks. “If you’re just shy, then why did you never talk to me? I mean you at least manage to exchange a few words with everybody else, but never me?”

You froze, not knowing what to answer. You couldn’t just tell him that you were in love with him, and that his presence made you nervous, could you? But what other excuse could you bring up?

“You’re just intimidating.” You pressed out with a thin voice, staring at the tree in front of you as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“I guess I am.” He muttered with a frown, continuing in his path.

You let out a small breath air in relief and followed him closely.

The ‘wild fruits’ Glenn had found turned out to be wild strawberries. With a happy smile you started to pick them, while Daryl stood watch over your surroundings. For a while nothing happened, until a familiar growling noise punctured the silence between you. You tensed, slowly standing up while unsheathing your knife. A movement that turned out to be useless: As soon as the walker stumbled out of the woods an arrow pierced his head and it fell to the ground immediately.

“You didn’t seem too afraid of it.” Daryl mumbled as he pulled the arrow out of the corpse’s head again.

You shrugged.

“I woulda thought someone as shy an’ quiet as you would run away as soon as you spot one o’ them.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just one walker. The worst thing it can do is eat me, and that’s something I can prevent. It’s not gonna think I’m dumb or laugh about me behind my back.”

“I think you need to sort out your priorities.” Daryl commented.

You let out a huff and bend down to pick the rest of the strawberries. There was silence as you ventured back to the prison, which you were glad about. As far as you were concerned you had been talking way too much on that little trip, and you still weren’t entirely sure if you had embarrassed yourself or not.

Daryl on the other hand seemed to think otherwise.

“You think people think you’re dumb?”

You sighed, but nodded. No matter how uncomfortable the topic was, Daryl didn’t seem to possess any sensitivity on that matter, nor would he stop asking until you answered him.

“I don’t think you’re dumb. And I don’t think anyone else does.”

You stayed quiet and looked down, trying to hide your reddening cheeks. Had that been a compliment?

“You’re blushin’.” Daryl stated, making you blush even worse.

You stared at him furiously and shook your head even though it was evident he was right. He just chuckled and shrugged.

“Nothin’ to be blushin’ about.”

He stared at you in amusement while you searched your brain for an answer that wouldn’t make a fool of you. Just as you were about to give up, you reached the prison fence, where Glenn awaited you.

“What have you been doing so long?” He interrupted your conversation. “We were starting to worry. The field was not that far away!”

Daryl shrugged.

“We were attacked by a walker. Had to take care of it.”

You just stood silently behind him, the basket full of strawberries dangling from your arm.

“Everybody okay?” Glenn asked.

Daryl nodded, and the Asian seemed to be pleased with that answer, opening the gate for you. The two of you walked inside the building silently, delivering the food to the kitchen. You were about to separate when a realisation hit you and you pulled Daryl back instinctively.

“Wait! You said Carol said I’m just shy. So you’ve been talking about me with her!”

Daryl shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with your accusation.

“We were just wondering why you were so quiet…”

In that moment, Carol passed by next to you, raising her eyebrows when she heard your conversation.

“Oh, so you two are finally talking. Good for you!”                      

Both of you blushed and looked down at the ground, not daring to look at the other person’s reaction. It was quiet for a while.

“She just means-“ Daryl started.

“She’s probably just messing-“ You said at the same time.

Again you fell silent.

Behind you Carol started to laugh.

“Look, guys, it’s obvious. (y/n), Darling, it’s obvious Daryl likes you. And it’s obvious that you like him. And it’s also obvious that you both are too shy to talk it out. Now it’s out in the open and I’ll go. You’re welcome.”

With that she skipped around the corner, an evil yet satisfied grin on her face.

Daryl and you stared at each other in horror.

“One day I’ll kill her.” Daryl finally growled, breaking the silence.

You held your breath nervously, gathering up the courage to say something. You’d much rather run away and hide in a closet somewhere, but if you did that it he would probably never speak to you again.

“So she’s right?”

Your voice was just above a whisper as you said that, and at first you weren’t sure if he had understood you, as he started at you quizzically. Finally, just when you started to reconsider hiding in a closet, Daryl nodded sharply. He, too, seemed to be fighting his inner flight-instinct at the moment. It was obvious that it was on you to do something. You looked at the ground and fidgeted with your hands, taking in a deep breath to try and say something. You were interrupted by Daryl snapping at you:

“Don’t start that again! I’m not goin’ to bite ya, girl! And yes, I know you’re afraid that I think you’re dumb, but I don’t, okay? Actually I think you don’t have any reason to be that insecure. You’ve got it all: You’re smart and you’re pretty and you don’t even realise it!”

He stormed off after that outburst, leaving you wide-eyes and breathless in the middle of the corridor. Then a smile formed on your face. Daryl Dixon, the grumpiest and most withdrawn person you had ever met in your entire life, had just complimented you – for the second time today. And this time it wasn’t only one compliment, no, he had basically showered you in them.

You needed to tell Beth about this!

My Someone

I heard that it was the birthday of the magnificent, the wonderful, the eternally kind and truly excellent thekingslover recently, whilst I was away. I’m so sorry that I missed the day itself, love, but here is your gift!! I hope your day was amazing!!! <3

read it here on AO3!

Now that Castiel was human for good, he was always complaining.

First it was, “How do humans have the patience for walking? It’s so slow.”

And then, “When it gets hot my skin makes water, and that is alarming.”

Dean knew that he shouldn’t mind – of course it must be difficult to downsize from a multidimensional wavelength to a tiny little human body – but he felt every complaint like a wasp sting, irritating and a little painful. It hadn’t been Castiel’s choice to fall permanently, but ever since he had, Dean had been hoping… well, he didn’t like to admit even to himself the exact specifics of what he’d been hoping, but generally speaking they’d involved Cas being a lot more happy about joining humanity than he currently seemed to be. Dean had happily envisaged meals out and daytrips to the mountains or to the beach – but if Cas’ current mood was anything to go by, he’d spend the entire time complaining about all the sand between his horrible human toes, and making disparaging remarks about picnics.

Dean sighed and blinked, bringing himself back to the moment. He’d been thinking all of this whilst lying on the sofa in the bunker, looking at a book without really reading it, with Led Zeppelin playing softly in the background. He wondered where Cas was now. Probably griping about the necessity of chewing, or how uncomfortable it was to stand up for too long.

“Dean?” Dean sat up quickly at the sound of Cas’ voice in the doorway, feeling a brief stab of guilt about thinking such uncharitable thoughts. Of course Cas was fully licensed to have a grumble, since things hadn’t been at all easy for him recently. It was only because Dean was so damn happy to have Cas around all the time that he was annoyed, anyway – it was a kind of nail in the coffin of any hope he’d had of his – feelings – being reciprocated.

“Hey, Cas,” he said, hoping that his tone was light-hearted enough to hide the things he’d been thinking about. “What’s up?”

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My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you. Noah
—  Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
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Get to know me meme: [6/10] Favourite Films: The Notebook (2004)

My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.  - Noah

By  Marley C. Cumbee

Sleepwalker

I’ve been having the most graphic dreams lately. They’re not really terrifying, but very surreal. They’ve been the kind of dreams that literally feel so real, it’s like you’re awake. Last night, I dreamt that someone bled all over me. I could literally feel the blood all over my arms. I immediately awoke and checked my arms for any traces of proof that what had just happened was real or just a dream. I hope they continue. Because it’s given me so much inspiration to explore the dark areas of my mind.

Me: *trying to fall asleep*
My brain: I know my sister like I know my own MIND you will never FIND anyone as trusting or as KIND I love my sister more than anything in this LIFE I will choose her happiness over MINE every TIME put what we had aside I’m standing at her side you could never be satisfied gOD I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIIIIIIIED
Me: *eyes open rapidly* Yaaaaaaaaas drag him!!!!

Armored Lady Monday

Last time i did a redesign of the Power suit, but now i wanted to make a redesign of the zero suit!

Maybe i went too far? but i wanted to try to get away from the latex design but still keep it “sexy” or curvy however you want to call it, but still be at least a little bit more functional, more of a suit that you actually need to use your power suit the green glowing parts is for the power armor to fit into, and i wanted the blue parts to be actual protection so they are sort of slightly bendy carapice and the dark purple is like a jump suit

I had in mind that the glowy parts help the power armor to know what samus is thinking of doing and transfer it to actually doing it, kind of how the armor in halo works, but since the canon part needs more processing that any other limb to do all the functions it needs it has that much more stuff crammed in there, anyways i hope you like it