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I’ve had a favorite book since I was 14. It’s still my favorite, a decade later. Except now it carries more meaning because the story behind it, the intense emotions remind me all too strongly of the beginning of my relationship. I tried to share this book with my partner, but his disinterest in something that was so important to me literally ached in my chest. I couldn’t keep asking to read him a chapter or a phrase and just take the hurt when he only acquiesced.

And tonight, while asking him about his belief on something, prodding the way a person does when they care to know what you think, I realized a part of me was wishing I had someone that cared what I think. Someone who held conversations with me that they were interested in beyond them finishing their thought, them being heard. I sat in silence and felt this dull despair, of course this is unequal. Of course you’re interested and they’re not. I couldn’t sleep so I turned to my favorite book, as I do often at night. And I was struck again by the similarity between the emotions expressed in the book and those of our early months. And I wished I had someone to share beautiful things with. I wished for it so deeply that I could’ve turned to stone from sadness. Entrusting people with the things I love is so precious to me. It took months of our relationship for me to finally tell him the title of my favorite book.

He’s never asked about it since.

He didn’t ask about it then.

He only asked in the honey dripping days of our start.

anonymous asked:

Nico nods. He doesn't care how long it'll take him, he just wants a bath. "I could wash your hair again, if you wanted. We could crack the curtain, if you wanted privacy." Nico nods. Will draws him a bath, testing the water temperature. Will unwraps Nico's arm from the sling before he gets settled into the water. "You can't see me, right?" Nico asks. "Only your upper back and head," Will reassures. Nico nods. "Okay." "Is your shoulder alright?" Nico nods again. "If I don't use it much," he says.

-

Nico sighs. He wishes that he were less embarrassed by his breasts and private parts so that he didn’t have to have his back to Will, but he was proud of the progress he’d made. Even a month ago, he’d never have let Will in the bathroom if he so much as had his shirt off, let alone being naked. Will softly strokes his hair, his good shoulder, his neck. Nico can feel tension leaving his body. Will’s humming some song while he plays with Nico’s hair.

-

Will draws Nico a bath, helping him get in. Then Will gently washes Nico’s good shoulder and back. “We’re going to have to do your hair in the sink. I don’t think I can keep it dry like this.” Nico nods, humming. The water felt so nice, and he finally felt clean. Also, Will’s hands gently massaging his back and neck as he washed his skin was lovely. Will was careful not to touch Nico’s sides or go to far one way, and Nico loved him for that. “This probably helps your cramps, too,” Will comments.

Nico could only nod dumbly while Will’s warm hands work on his back, kneading at the tight muscles there. He let out a long sigh when Nico worked at a knot, feeling himself soften into a puddle in the bathtub. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve the pleasure that was coming from Will’s magical hands, but he never wanted it to stop. Distantly, Nico heard Will chuckle in his ear, and Nico thought maybe he moaned out loud. “Don’t fall asleep on me now,” Will warned him. “I’m still going to have to wash your hair and take my own shower.” Nico wiped at the drool on his mouth before nodding. “I can keep working on your back once we get back to the bedroom though, if you’d like,” Will offered. Nico didn’t think he had ever nodded so fast in his life. “Okay then,” Will chuckled again, “you ready to get out and wash your hair?”

i know that i’m still young. he isn’t my first love nor will he be my last. but it still hurts, you know? when you give someone all of you, share your secrets and dreams with them, and pour your heart out to them. there is no going back. i can’t just undo things. i can’t just take back everything i’ve ever said and felt. i can’t just make them disappear and delete them from my memory. that’s not how it works. a part of them will always be in my heart. i wish i could kill that part, but i can’t kill it anymore without killing myself a little too.
—  e.s. // he is a part of me now.
You will always be in my heart. You may not be a part of my life or in it the way I wish you would be. But you’re there, taking up room in my heart and giving me reasons to think about you. So even though this didn’t play out the way I wanted it to, I’ll still keep you safe, in the place that pumps life through me. So I’ll think of you.
—  Kayil York
Internal Conflict:  Five Conflicting Traits of a Likable Hero.

1.  Flaws and Virtues 

I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but characters without flaws are boring.  This does not, as many unfortunate souls take it to mean, imply that good, kind, or benevolent characters are boring:  it just means that without any weaknesses for you to poke at, they tend to be bland-faced wish fulfillment on the part of the author, with a tendency to just sit there without contributing much to the plot.

For any character to be successful, they need to have a proportionate amount of flaws and virtues.

Let’s take a look at Stranger Things, for example, which is practically a smorgasbord of flawed, lovable sweethearts.

We have Joyce Byers, who is strung out and unstable, yet tirelessly works to save her son, even when all conventional logic says he’s dead;  We have Officer Hopper, who is drunken and occasionally callous, yet ultimately is responsible for saving the boy’s life;  We have Jonathan, who is introspective and loving, but occasionally a bit of a creeper, and Nancy, who is outwardly shallow but proves herself to be a strong and determined character.  Even Steve, who would conventionally be the popular jerk who gets his comeuppance, isn’t beyond redemption.

And of course, we have my beloved Eleven, who’s possibly the closest thing Stranger Things has to a “quintessential” heroine.  She’s the show’s most powerful character, as well as one of the most courageous.  However, she is also the show’s largest source of conflict, as it was her powers that released the Demogorgon to begin with.  

Would Eleven be a better character if this had never happened?  Would Stranger Things be a better show?  No, because if this had never happened, Stranger Things wouldn’t even be a show.  Or if it was, it would just be about a bunch of cute kids sitting around and playing Dungeons and Dragons in a relatively peaceful town.

A character’s flaws and mistakes are intended to drive the plotline, and if they didn’t have them, there probably wouldn’t even be a plot.

So don’t be a mouth-breather:  give your good, kind characters some difficult qualities, and give your villains a few sympathetic ones.  Your work will thank you for it.

2.  Charisma and Vulnerability

Supernatural has its flaws, but likable leads are not one of them.  Fans will go to the grave defending their favorite character, consuming and producing more character-driven, fan-created content than most other TV shows’ followings put together.

So how do we inspire this kind of devotion with our own characters?  Well, for starters, let’s take a look at one of Supernatural’s most quintessentially well-liked characters:  Dean Winchester.

From the get-go, we see that Dean has charisma:  he’s confident, cocky, attractive, and skilled at what he does.  But these qualities could just as easily make him annoying and obnoxious if they weren’t counterbalanced with an equal dose of emotional vulnerability. 

As the show progresses, we see that Dean cares deeply about the people around him, particularly his younger brother, to the point of sacrificing himself so that he can live.  He goes through long periods of physical and psychological anguish for his benefit (though by all means, don’t feel obligated to send your main character to Hell for forty years), and the aftermath is depicted in painful detail.

Moreover, in spite of his outward bravado, we learn he doesn’t particularly like himself, doesn’t consider himself worthy of happiness or a fulfilling life, and of course, we have the Single Man Tear™.

So yeah, make your characters beautiful, cocky, sex gods.  Give them swagger.  Just, y’know.  Hurt them in equal measure.  Torture them.  Give them insecurities.  Make them cry.  

Just whatever you do, let them be openly bisexual.  Subtext is so last season.

3.  Goals For the Future and Regrets From the Past

Let’s take a look at Shadow Moon from American Gods.  (For now, I’ll have to be relegate myself to examples from the book, because I haven’t had the chance to watch the amazing looking TV show.) 

Right off the bat, we learn that Shadow has done three years in prison for a crime he may or may not have actually committed.  (We learn later that he actually did commit the crime, but that it was only in response to being wronged by the true perpetrators.)  

He’s still suffering the consequences of his actions when we meet him, and arguably, for the most of the book:  because he’s in prison, his wife has an affair (I still maintain that Laura could have resisted the temptation to be adulterous if she felt like it, but that’s not the issue here) and is killed while mid-coital with his best friend.

Shadow is haunted by this for the rest of the book, to the point at which it bothers him more than the supernatural happenings surrounding him.  

Even before that, the more we learn about Shadow’s past, the more we learn about the challenges he faced:  he was bullied as a child, considered to be “just a big, dumb guy” as an adult, and is still wrongfully pursued for crimes he was only circumstantially involved in.

But these difficulties make the reader empathize with Shadow, and care about what happens to him.  We root for Shadow as he tags along with the mysterious and alternatively peckish and charismatic Wednesday, and as he continuously pursues a means to permanently bring Laura back to life.

He has past traumas, present challenges, and at least one goal that propels him towards the future.  It also helps that he’s three-dimensional, well-written, and as of now, portrayed by an incredibly attractive actor.

Of course (SPOILER ALERT), Shadow never does succeed in fully resurrecting Laura, ultimately allowing her to rest instead, but that doesn’t make the resolution any less satisfying.  

Which leads to my next example…       

4.  Failure and Success 

You remember in Zootopia, when Judy Hopps decides she wants to be cop and her family and town immediately and unanimously endorse her efforts?  Or hey, do you remember Harry Potter’s idyllic childhood with his kindhearted, adoptive family?  Oh!  Or in the X-Files, when Agent Mulder presents overwhelming evidence of extraterrestrial life in the first episode and is immediately given a promotion?  No?

Yeah, me neither.  And there’s a reason for this:  ff your hero gets what they want the entire time, it will be a boring, two-dimensional fantasy that no one will want to read.  

A good story is not about the character getting what they want.  A good story is about the character’s efforts and their journey.  The destination they reach could be something far removed from what they originally thought they wanted, and could be no less (if not more so) satisfying because of it.

Let’s look at Toy Story 3, for example:  throughout the entire movie, Woody’s goal is to get his friends back to their longtime owner, Andy, so that they can accompany him to college.  He fails miserably.  None of his friends believe that Andy was trying to put them in the attic, insisting that his intent was to throw them away.  He is briefly separated from them as he is usurped by a cute little girl and his friends are left at a tyrannical daycare center, but with time and effort, they’re reunited, Woody is proven right, and things seem to be back on track.

Do his efforts pay off?  Yes – just not in the way he expected them to.  At the end of the movie, a college-bound Andy gives the toys away to a new owner who will play with them more than he will, and they say goodbye.  Is the payoff bittersweet?  Undoubtedly.  It made me cry like a little bitch in front of my young siblings.  But it’s also undoubtedly satisfying.      

So let your characters struggle.  Let them fail.  And let them not always get what they want, so long as they get what they need.  

5.  Loving and Being Loved by Others

Take a look back at this list, and all the characters on it:  a gaggle of small town kids and flawed adults, demon-busting underwear models, an ex-con and his dead wife, and a bunch of sentient toys.  What do they have in common?  Aside from the fact that they’re all well-loved heroes of their own stories, not much.

But one common element they all share is they all have people they care about, and in turn, have people who care about them.  

This allows readers and viewers to empathize with them possibly more than any of the other qualities I’ve listed thus far, as none of it means anything without the simple demonstration of human connection.

Let’s take a look at everyone’s favorite caped crusader, for example:  Batman in the cartoons and the comics is an easy to love character, whereas in the most recent movies (excluding the splendid Lego Batman Movie), not so much. 

Why is this?  In all adaptions, he’s the same mentally unstable, traumatized genius in a bat suit.  In all adaptions, he demonstrates all the qualities I listed before this:  he has flaws and virtues, charisma and vulnerability, regrets from the past and goals for the future, and usually proportionate amounts of failure and success.  

What makes the animated and comic book version so much more attractive than his big screen counterpart is the fact that he does one thing right that all live action adaptions is that he has connections and emotional dependencies on other people.  

He’s unabashed in caring for Alfred, Batgirl, and all the Robins, and yes, he extends compassion and sympathy to the villains as well, helping Harley Quinn to ultimately escape a toxic and abusive relationship, consoling Baby Doll, and staying with a child psychic with godlike powers until she died.

Cartoon Batman is not afraid to care about others.  He has a support network of people who care about him, and that’s his greatest strength.  The DC CU’s ever darker, grittier, and more isolated borderline sociopath is failing because he lacks these things.  

 And it’s also one of the reasons that the Lego Batman Movie remains so awesome.


God willing, I will be publishing fresh writing tips every week, so be sure to follow my blog and stay tuned for future advice and observations! 

Low Spoon Ways to Celebrate Lammas/Lughnassadh

Originally posted by dereksboy

(Made, in part, for my own benefit on this very tired Lughnassadh)

🌽 Eat some carbs/bread, and leave the rest to your deity/beings of choice if you like.

🌽 Light just one candle, (gold, orange, white, yellow, red, or brown if you can) and just spend five minutes thinking about Lughnassadh and all the things you wish to harvest in the coming months.

🌽 Reconnecting with nature is always a good idea, if you have the spoons for it. See if you can take a walk outside, or maybe meditate with some plants.

🌽 Write down everything you hope to manifest in the coming months. Keep it in a safe place for Yule, where you can bring it out again and burn it to close this chapter on that part of your life.

🌽 Drink some mint tea to draw abundance. Leave some for your deity/beings of choice, if you like.

🌽 Write down all the things you’re grateful for, imbue the gratitude into a piece of paper, and bury it later when you can.

Feel free to add your own ideas!

an open letter to my body:

dear eyes,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking that the deep brown curious hue of your essence was every anything less than magical.
i’m sorry that my entire life your every cell has worked to let me see the beauty in the world, and all I’ve ever done is put you down.
and they say that you never know how beautiful brown eyes are until you’ve loved someone who has them,
but I should’ve loved myself first.
and for that I am sorry.

dear hair,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for every time I resented the way you refuse to stay put, for believing that the best way to love you was to tame you.
i’m sorry for every time I drew hatred from your tangled tendencies, for every time I wanted to chop you down with an axe simply so that you were out of the way.
you are the part of me that dances in the wind, the part of me that grows fiercely and unapologetically.
and they say that if you love something you should leave it wild.
i’m sorry for not leaving you wild.

dear breasts,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry because you and I have fought a long, hard battle to get to where we are today.
i’m sorry for all the times I wished you were bigger, smaller, less saggy, more perky, more even, less loud.
you are the very essence of my womanhood, something that is fierce and tender and strong and brave and everything I take pride in.
i’m so sorry I ever treated you like anything less.

dear shoulders,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry that I hid you behind long sleeves and shame for all these years.
i’m sorry that something as small and insignificant as acne could make me forget your worth.
i’m sorry for every time i stood with you hunched over instead of standing tall with pride, because the scars that you carry are constellations,
and you are as big and ethereal as the sky.

dear thighs,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for believing that you carried too much weight, that you were ever too large to be beautiful or sexy or wanted.
you are a mountain landscape,
protecting the valley inside with all your might and standing strong in the face of hurricanes.
you are so much more than I ever gave you credit for, and I should have wanted you all along.

dear feet,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry for thinking you are anything less than resilient.
you have carried me to every point in my life, every up and down.
you have picked me up from every failure and the depths of hell itself.
you have never given up, even when I thought that I might.
you have stepped on glass and walked through fire to get me to where I am today, and I am forever grateful.

dear tummy,
I am so, so sorry.
i am sorry and ashamed for all the nights I cried myself to sleep because I thought you were not good enough,
I am sorry for every time I compared you, beat you down, sucked you in, tried to hide you.
I am sorry for every single time I even considered starving you.
you are where I felt the butterflies of my first love.
you expand when my voice needs to be heard.
you are the powerhouse that keeps me going, and I have treated you so, so, cruelly.
i’m sorry.

dear voice,
i am sorry.
i am sorry for all the times I let myself buy into the preconceived notion that you are not worth listening to.
i am sorry for every time i silenced you instead of letting you speak.
i am sorry for not singing more, speaking louder, yelling, screaming.
I am sorry that I ever thought I needed to hide you under my curtain of my fear of not being accepted.
you are powerful, and brave, and worth listening to.
you do not deserve to be caged, and I am sorry.

dear body,
i am sorry.
your every cell, every second of every minute of every day goes into keeping me alive.
you have loved me so well and so deeply, and I have been so blind to your worth.


I will never be able to repay you,

but I will start by choosing to love you.

Perfect man screenshots

I am literally in love with that video, especially Jimin’s fancam…I’ve seen it way too many times and decided, the only way to get over it is to take funny screenshots from the video..I admit it was really hard..

Jimin Bebier

I’ve always loved that part when they kicked the air but I can say that I’m over it after this picture :) Jimin still looks good tho 

Tae looks so done

The “when you suddenly see a spider on the floor” picture

“I wish I was this tall…”

aRm mUSclES 

When you lose your glasses and panic

Tae contemplating life in middle of a performance…same Tae…same…


Please someone give him a hair shampoo commercial  

IT’S SO FLUFFY I WANNA DIE

YAAS 


Compilation of Jimin’s tongue :,)

Harry Potter and the Dissertations of Phenomenal Curiosity

Neither Harry Potter nor JK Rowling need any kind of introduction, much less here on Tumblr, so we can pretty much rush ahead. Suffice to say, Rowling’s is a series of books so magical and transportive that when it was adapted for the silver screen, Duke Humfrey’s Library at the Old Bodleian was enlisted to play the reading room and the Divinity School became Hogwarts’ hospital wing. 

Today marks twenty years since the first publication of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, the book that started both a literary phenomenon and pop culture tidal wave. By way of wishing The Boy Who Lived a happy birthday, we decided to take a look at the Bodleian Libraries’ archives, collections and catalogues for all things Potter. Maybe the most amazing thing we found was the volume of dissertations that Harry Potter has inspired or influenced in just two decades.

Bodleian readers have access right now to over 165 different dissertations that name Harry Potter in their titles, and over 4,000 more that reference the Potter books or films as part of their arguments.

Here are just a few of these dissertations titles, chosen almost at random, to give you a hint of how many academic thoughts Potter has become entangled with along the way.

  • The Hero’s Journey Through Adolescence: A Jungian Archetypal Analysis of Harry Potter.
  • “All was well”: Harry Potter in the medievalist tradition.
  • Harry Potter and the moral spectrum of care: Using feminist care ethics to analyze morality.
  • Boarding a train: An exploration of the afterlife in Harry Potter.
  • Transfiguration maxima!: Harry Potter and the complexities of filmic adaptation.
  • A flawed father: downplaying fatherhood through the character of James Potter in Harry Potter.

By comparison, the same search for Star Wars yields only 31 dissertations, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer only 22.

When it comes to casting entrancing enchantments on the brightest and the best, it seems like the boy wizard is in a class of his own.

LINKIN PARK MEME.  Rest in peace, Chester Bennington. Your talent and wonderful personality gave so many people so much hope during their darkest of times, and you will be forever missed.

PAPERCUT.

  • Why does it feel like night today?
  • Why am I so uptight today?
  • Paranoia is all I got left.
  • I know what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head.
  • It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back.
  • It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head.
  • It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within.
  • Your paranoia’s probably worse.
  • I don’t know what set me off first.

ONE STEP CLOSER.

  • I cannot take this anymore.
  • I find bliss in ignorance.
  • I’m about to break.
  • I need a little room to breathe.
  • I’m one step closer to the edge.
  • I wish I could find a way to disappear.
  • Shut up when I’m talking to you.

POINTS OF AUTHORITY.

  • Forfeit the game.
  • You can’t run the race.
  • You just won’t last.
  • You love the way I look at you.
  • My pride is broken.
  • You like to think you’re never wrong.
  • You live with what you’ve learned.
  • You have to act like you’re someone.
  • You want someone to hurt like you.

CRAWLING.

  • These wounds they will not heal.
  • There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface.
  • This lack of self-control I fear is never-ending.
  • My walls are closing in.
  • I’ve felt this way before.

IN THE END.

  • It doesn’t even matter how hard you try.
  • Time is a valuable thing.
  • I wasted it all just to watch you go.
  • I kept everything inside.
  • Even though I tried, it all fell apart.
  • I tried so hard and got so far.
  • In the end? It doesn’t even matter.
  • I had to fall to lose it all.
  • You’re acting like I was part of your property.
  • You fought with me.
  • Things aren’t the way they were before.
  • You wouldn’t even recognise me anymore.
  • I’ve put my trust in you.

MY DECEMBER.

  • I just wish I didn’t feel.
  • I take back all the things I said.
  • I’d give it all away just to have somewhere to go.
  • I’d give it all away just to have someone to come home to.
  • This is all I need.

BREAKING THE HABIT.

  • Memories consume like an opening wound.
  • You all assume I’m safe here.
  • I don’t want to be the one.
  • I’m the one confused.
  • I don’t know what’s worth fighting for.
  • I don’t know why I instigate and say what I don’t mean.
  • I don’t know how I got this way.
  • I know it’s not alright.
  • I had no options left.
  • I’m the one at fault.
  • I’ll never fight again.
  • This is how it ends.

NUMB.

  • I’m tired of being what you want me to be.
  • I don’t know what you’re expecting of me.
  • I’m under the pressure of walking in your shoes.
  • Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
  • I’ve become so numb.
  • I can’t feel you there.
  • All I want is to be more like me and be less like you.
  • Can’t you see that you’re smothering me?
  • Everything that you thought I would be has fallen apart right in front of you.
  • I may end up failing.
  • You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST.

  • I dreamed I was missing.
  • You were so scared.
  • No one would listen because no one else cared.
  • What am I leaving when I’m done here?
  • Forget the wrong that I’ve done.
  • Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed.
  • Don’t resent me.
  • Keep me in your memory.
  • Don’t be afraid.
  • I’ve taken my beating.
  • I’m strong on the surface.
  • I’ve never been perfect.
  • I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you.
  • Save me from myself.

SHADOW OF THE DAY.

  • Sometimes solutions aren’t so simple.
  • Sometimes goodbye’s the only way.
  • The sun will set for you.
  • Your friends all plead for you to stay.
  • Sometimes beginnings aren’t so simple.

WHAT I’VE DONE.

  • There’s no need.
  • I’ve drawn regret from the truth.
  • Let mercy come and wash away what I’ve done.
  • Let go of what I’ve done.
  • I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

FAINT.

  • I said goodbye.
  • All I could think was I need a way to dig through the damage.
  • I see you takin’ advantage.
  • I found another reason to do this.
  • I wanna find a way to rattle you.
  • I’m not done.
  • There’s nothing left.
  • Darkness turned to light.

Inspired by today’s eclipse and for @sterekwritingroom‘s flash event.

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The first group of weres pass through Beacon Hills on a Thursday. Stiles probably wouldn’t notice except that he’s spent the past year and a half hanging out almost exclusively with supernatural beings and that… well, ok, these guys aren’t exactly subtle. They tilt their heads almost in sync as he passes by them –– heading in to pay cash at the gas station while they pile back into their packed SUV. Noses flare, stances shift, and Stiles has about point five seconds to plan a bolt back to the Jeep before one of them’s announcing “Don’t trouble your Alpha; we’re just passing north for the event.” And then they’re back in the SUV and gone.

So… yeah, not to diminish Stiles’ awesome deductive skills here but… not subtle.

The second sighting happens before school on Friday, when Stiles ducks into the Dunkin’ Donuts for some much needed coffee and practically trips over a trio of sugar-high toddlers. One of them, wearing what looks like a home-painted t-shirt, decorated with a slightly uneven yellow circle, is midway through whining “Momma, we’re gonna miss the––“ when she stops in her tracks to stare up at him.

Stiles blinks down at her, the door perched against his elbow.

“Say ‘scuse me,” the boy next to her murmurs. It’s too early for this, brain crawling the sludge-slow of non-coffee through his system, and Stiles isn’t sure which of them he’s talking to.

“Excuse me,” he says and all three immediately shuffle, staring wide enough it makes Stiles’ eyes ache for them. He starts past, scrubbing a hand across his jaw self-consciously, wondering if he’d missed sleep drool or a sock in his hair or something on his mad rush out the door but, two steps past, the youngest kid snuffles and speaks up, soft: “Are you gonna come see the moon with us?”

It takes another step for Stiles to register that she’s talking to him, but by the time he blinks back the boy’s already tutting at her.

“No Lucy. He’ll go with his own pack.”

The little girl’s mouth opens in a wide, understanding O, while her older sister tugs proudly on her yellow circle shirt. It’s painted a messy black in the middle, inside the bright golden edge, and Stiles kind of forgets coffee for a minute in the face of actual werewolf children and then there’s a woman stepping up behind them, coffee and a box of munchkins in hand, dropping a fond hand to ruffle the boy’s hair as she gives Stiles an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about that, they’ve never been through another pack’s territory before. We’ve been driving since Arizona –– long trip for the little ones. But I couldn’t miss the chance for them to experience this. Best sighting until totality in 2017!”

“I’ll be ten,” says the boy, in the tone of one who’s done the math very carefully a dozen times over.

Stiles nods, a little lost because werewolf toddlers, and manages “well that’s… good.”

“I’m two,” the youngest puts in proudly, vaguely missing the thread of the conversation but eager to take part, and Stiles smiles back, wishing he had a little more coffee in his system because it’s not like he’s oblivious about what’s going on in the world this weekend, but he’s starting to feel a little dense for not connecting all kinds of dots sooner.

Then again, there’s another person who probably could’ve connected them for him.

“They don’t know how lucky they are,” the woman adds, beaming down. “I had to wait years for my first one and I’ll never forget the experience. Of course, you won’t feel it the same way as us,” her tone going apologetic, “but I’m sure your pack can’t wait to take part.”

And then she’s ushering the kids out the door with promises of donuts in the car, and Stiles is tugging out his phone, pulling up Derek Hale’s number.

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NRK livestream: TRANSLATED, HENRIK!

translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) 

Host: Hi, welcome!

Henrik: *introduces himself with a handshake*

Host: You have a really firm handshake.

Henrik: I’ve got a kinda clammy hand, I’m walking around with a double jacket.

Host: Yeah, but you look really cool though.

Henrik: Thanks. Likewise.

Host: Skam is over now.

Henrik: It is.

Host: Fy søren…what are your thoughts on that?

Henrik: Fy søren…Or fy faen?

Host: fy, fy faen… what are your thoughts on that?

Henrik: It’s kinda bittersweet. If you get what I mean. Because it’s something that largely belongs to being young, so it’s fun to be able to go into the adult life finally, because I’m a little older than the rest of the cast. So I feel like I can finally become an adult and start taking some responsibility.

Host: What are you gonna do now that you’re an adult then?

Henrik: I’ll probably start studying and stuff.

Host: Must all grown ups study?

Henrik: Not at all, but in my occupation one really wants to learn techniques and gain some experience.

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dissonance [3]

summary: And the bough finally breaks. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader || mythology au

warning: assault (?), idk he just kind of snaps, mentions of blood

note: I have a class at nine in the morning and it’s already past midnight but I wanted to grace y’all fuckers with this. So here. Enjoy, I hope. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Yeah western educational systems suck but one of these days you’re gonna have to take some initiative of your own and educate yourself on shit instead of being a grown ass adult going “they dont teach us this in our schools!!!!”

Like yeah they probably did a shit job explaining world war 2 back in middle school but instead of just going “ahh man I wish my bored, apathetic history teacher would have done a less bad job explaining this to me 9 fucking years ago” and shrugging your shoulders you can access the internet or a book like one of the big kids

Your God Spoken, Ungodly Quest

A little bit of backstory. I’m DMing the Horde of the Dragon Queen to a bunch of new players, and one of them died after taking off a cultists body part She BEGGED me to bring her Character back from the grave. So I did, and because she’s an Oracle it made things 100 times better.

Me(DM as a god): you are doing God’s work, dear Briar collecting the body parts that you are!

Oracle: thank you! It’s a hobby really.

God: I wish for you to continue doing God’s work by collecting all the body parts that you can! Then building a monster from those parts!

Oracle: ok I guess I can do that, anything else?

God: you must not tell your companions that you are doing this!

And so she was sent shooting star style back to her body to do God’s gruesome work.

lurk

summary: Some things that lurk in the dark are nicer than others. || bucky x reader || monster au || nsfw

warnings: smut, oral [fr]

note: this is my fic entry for my favorite hoe’s (@rotisserierogers) halloween challenge! i chose the prompts “monsters aren’t real”“no need to be afraid.” I hope you like this, babe! 

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Fic Recs - 3k Celebration

Holy shit y’all are awesome. People have been asking me a lot about some of my favorite fics so here you go! I’ll keep updating it every once in a while. Also, most are smut. 

Show Me Love (this is what made me start writing)

DC

Marvel 

Actors

Sebastian Stan

James Buchanan Barnes

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader x Bucky

Others

Significance

A NIGHT AT WORK | NAMJOON VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K 

He was a professor, and you were his favourite.

During your first year of university you found Mr Kim to be quite the English teacher, you always anticipated his class every Thursday and Friday afternoon and it seemed your hard work didn’t go unnoticed either. Late night extra credit classes soon became a place for your deepest and dirtiest desires.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, strong language 

Originally posted by just-namjooned

masterlist | ask | song

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A Winchester’s Legacy - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

Title: A Winchester’s Legacy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,072

Warnings: Character death (not main ones)

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters all your life, yet when the father of your child dies you never thought they would take you in the bunker with them. Nor would you ever think the love you’d feel again for the older Winchester as he becomes a father for your baby. Who would ever think he has just the same wish: A family with you.

A/N: Daddy Dean is literally the best thing on this world!

Hunting and love just didn’t go together. It was not a rule per say but everybody in this line of work knew that if a hunter allowed themselves to fall for someone, sooner or later, both their lives would be damned. And you knew it yourself, from the first moment you decided to do this, yet somehow you found yourself falling head over heels for him.

Settling wasn’t his thing, and with this kind of job that the both of you had, you weren’t made for that either. You never called it a relationship, although you really wished you could, and even if life – and again the job – had you drifting apart, you’d always find your way back to each other. Whether it was the bar, the police station, a crime scene caused by some angry werewolf, the end result was one. You’d always end up a tangled mess of limbs and bed sheets in his motel room just savoring each other, trying to take in as much as you could before the morning came and you had to drift apart again. Waiting to see each other again, promising to with every lingering touch and kiss.

Until that promise was broken. And as if your world hadn’t already crumbled down when you saw his body in autopsy, as if you didn’t already have enough drinks to kill yourself from the alcohol in your system, as if hunting every demon to get to the one that took him away from you wasn’t enough… there was still one more thing coming.

Oh and if love and hunting didn’t go together just wait until you tried kids and hunting. Speaking of which-

“He seems to like my trenchcoat.” Castiel’s voice along with your son’s squeal caught your attention and you were brought back to reality.

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Bad Days

Prompt:  Could you do platonic Moxiety with Virgil having a tough time and needing a cuddle but he doesn’t want to say anything but Patton gets it anyway? - @chris-specs (sorry for the delayed reply, friend, this one took a little longer than I thought)

Characters/Pairing: Moxiety (written platonic but can be read however you like)

Categories: Angst, hurt-comfort, negative self-talk

Thank you to @thuriweaver and @parsnipit for giving this a once-over for me!

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For the most part, things really had been better since Virgil revealed his name.

The other sides had been doing their best to make him feel more welcome. They’d gone out of their way to include him, inviting him to more movie nights and involving him more during planning sessions for videos. They’d even deferred to him on a few points and altered their plans to take his concerns into account.

Of course, those are on Virgil’s good days. The days when he has things mostly under wraps, and the others find him tolerable. He has bad days, too, and those…

Well. It’s easy for them to say they’ll try to include him and make him feel heard when he’s at his best. Even he doesn’t mind himself so much, at his best.

He was not at his best today. 

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