it's been a while since i made something for them~


And we take another step into the truly unknown, don’t know why but it’s somewhere that we have to go. And it’s dangerously wonderful, so come on, come on, come on, come on.

au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.


I finally get the chance to watch this anime and let me tell you all, I was very satisfied on how they deliver it. Just for your information, I read the manga last year and when I found out that it’s going to have it’s own anime, I was so happy! I know there are some of you that are angry about the deleted ‘steamy scenes’, the editing and how we only saw like one or two kiss shared between Kousuke and Masahiro.

But guys, hear me out; why I think that the anime deliver it so well because it was relatable and it also showed the problems in a teacher-student relationship. Masahiro’s dilemma in trying to keep their relationship from tearing apart but he couldn’t help himself from drowning into his thoughts; asking the why’s, the ifs and would it really work out in the end? The way it was arranged, scene after scene made the audience felt his pain, his train of thoughts. It was believable. Kousuke, on the other hand; tried to be the strong one. If he wavers, then the other party will crumble. He wants to protect his person, telling himself that it will be okay but what he didn’t realized is that he will only hurt himself more. Especially when his job is on the line and it doesn’t help that the age gap is big between them. If they were to be find out, will he still hold on? They balance each other but what they lack right now is proper communication; Masahiro is scared of himself in facing his problems, Kousuke isn’t sure how to deal with his.When it comes in giving advice and push a person in the right direction, he could do it but when it comes from his own, he rather not to be caught up in it.    Why can’t we love in peace? Because having a relationship with your teacher is forbidden and society wouldn’t let you out from it. People will talk. Will stare. Will do anything to point how disgusting and not pure that relationship is. And it shows in Masahiro’s anxiety; his thoughts.

What I really love about their love is how consenting it was. There’s no forcing when that is an occurring thing in the yaoi world (and sometimes the M/F ones) and it was refreshing. The anime made their love pure. One is not overpowering the other and the other was shown to take the first move once in a while. Kousuke is not rushing their relationship. In fact, he was shown to be respecting Masahiro’s space and wishes. He isn’t pushing him either. Until Masahiro is comfortable, he will wait for him. Let me tell you, that’s rare. (in the manga, the love hotel suppose to have the sex scene but the anime shows that they are just snuggling and that’s okay!)

So for those who haven’t watch it or isn’t sure, I promise you it’s good. There might have some bad bumps in it but the good ones are worth it to watch.

P.S If anyone wanted to add more on this post, do it! ^^         

Hi! I was wondering whether you might be able to have a look through a quick analysis I wrote up after your recent post about type and behaviour? Since I began looking into type through the cognitive functions, it’s been in the back of my mind that I am an ISFJ. I think this may be partly because there were certain aspects of the stereotype that were kind of triggering, and so I’ve struggled to really look past it and consider other types. I’d really appreciate a second opinion on what functions you see here; I’m fairly certain I’m Si/Ne Fe/Ti, but I’m not sure whether I’m projecting something that isn’t really there. Thank you so, so much for taking the time and effort to read this!

I really appreciate all the thought, effort, and detail you put into the description. Much of it is indeed Si, but despite that, I think you might be an INFP. It seems like it requires a “conscious effort” for you to focus on Si, rather than something that happens naturally; if it is your tert-function, naturally you would notice it more and consider it potentially your dominant (which is also suggested by your reaction to “certain triggering aspects of the stereotype” which suggests to me that you’re somewhat resistant to Si-dom traits). On to what you wrote.

I tend to rely on a kind of sense-memory to accomplish tasks and make decisions. Like, walking down the food aisle and remembering tastes and textures vividly to construct something pleasant; finally getting a position correct for my karate kata and remembering what it feels like so I can do it properly again. I’m kind of a blank slate when approaching anything I don’t know and seek out more information to gain better understanding.

Yes, this is Si.

My strengths lie more in solving problems in the moment with both prior knowledge and objects/ information from my immediate environment, and figuring out how to put things together e.g. arranging an unsorted bunch of aerial photos to show ground pattern and make sense. I work well with things that require attention to detail and accuracy. I’m alright with abstract ideas in passing – quick hypotheticals; something situationally or interpersonally relevant -, but get bored things are drawn out – a long conversation on motifs and themes.

This sounds more like Ne/Si – quick patterns, swift loss of interest, a shift in attention, and a lack of natural focus on details (you zone out with long conversations that want to delve deeper into the details?).

If someone asks why I feel something or think something, or even how I figured something out, it can catch me off guard, and I have to think about it, partly because my answer doesn’t feel ‘right’ due to how simple it is and a fear that I missed something that makes my answer unacceptable in some way, particularly if I have an audience or the questioner is being passive aggressive e.g. ‘How’s the room?’ ‘It’s great!’ ‘Huh. Really? What’s so great about it?’ ‘…There’s nothing wrong with it?’

This smacks of Fi/Te. The discomfort of assembling inner impressions / feelings / thoughts and articulating them in a way others can understand, while lower Te fears judgment / logical aggression from others. I’m guessing you don’t really process your feelings out loud when things happen to you either?

I don’t really share my thoughts or opinions about things easily in a group setting, because there’s too much else to pay attention to; one-on-one I tend to either ask a lot of questions to understand people and why they think the way they do or banter/small talk.

Yeah, no Fe here. Your curiosity toward people could be Fi/Ne.

I tend to stay away from serious debate because while I am interested in another person’s opinion, often I don’t have strong enough feelings to match the debater in a counter-point

Again, no Fe – Fe wants others to agree with its opinion. The “meh, whatever dude” approach is much more Fi-dom.

and arguing gets kind of dull after a while, especially when all valid points have been made and it feels like you’re stuck in a conversation with someone who just wants to prove that they’re right. 

Lost interest again, lower Te elimination of valid arguments, boredom since there’s no force driving you to ‘correct’ someone else’s opinion.

Others have commented that I have habits, but I’m not really annoyed if something happens to change them unless I’ve had no prior notice ‘til the moment or change is enforced in an attempt to get a reaction.

Ne/Si again, going with the flow and maybe Fi kicking in to say MY LIFE.

I tend to get along with/make an effort to get along with most people. If they’re rude or snide, I am still polite and civil because it gets things done more easily and I now know it annoys them. I get stressed with too much ‘noise’ around me, when someone is suddenly hostile or dismissive without a clear reason why, or when someone tries to force an argument.

High on the agreeableness scale / non-applicable to function.

When I get stressed my emotions become overly dramatic and childish.

Inferior Te / loss of control of a higher feeling function.

I can also feel a sense of doom like I’m going to be stuck where I am now (whatever area that ‘now’ may be in) no matter what I do.

This implies you desperately WANT THINGS TO CHANGE on a semi-regular basis, to the point where you become distressed if it feels you may never escape this moment. THIS IS A CLASSIC LOWER SI INDICATOR. Si/Ne is much more cautious about change; Ne/Si constantly strives for it.

My answer is an INFP who seems to loop a fair amount. :)

- ENFP Mod

Another Sad Love Song

Originally posted by glovesdropped

imagine #2


Nothing happened. I knew Mitch went to tell him, and because nothing has happened as of 4 days now, I knew he didn’t want anything to do with me. I still hung out with my friends, but he has stopped hanging out with them. When I would hang out with the boys or anyone else close to him, they knew not to talk about him clearly noticing the tension we were having. I would go to school, work, home, and maybe occasionally a party. I saw him today. Me and a friend were walking to a cafe to study for our midterm when we saw them through the window of the cafe inside. They were facing each other, gazing into each others eyes. So in love. I felt weird that I was starring but I could turn away. Eventually he looked up and turned to face me. He was in shock. I couldn’t look at them much longer, or his eyes. I just started walking away while my friend quickly followed behind trying to distract me from the obvious pain in my heart. Tears were starting to build up before my friend pointed something out that made me laugh so hard that I had forgotten about him.

My friend had planned a blind date for me. Its been now over a month since I last cried about him. It was time for me to move on. I was hoping to find someone else to fill the void left behind in my heart or at least break my heart even harder than he did. My date was a perfect gentleman. He did all the cliches I could think of on a first date. We were about to share our dessert when he just happened to walk in with her in the nice restaurant. He immediately locked eyes with me. I quickly went back to talking to my date. The waiter just happened to sit them right by us. Thank god we were almost done with our dessert so we can leave I thought to myself. I excused myself to use the restroom before we would leave. When I left the restroom I bumped into something, well someone. Auston was right in front of me.

“Hey”, he said.

“I have to go”, I tell him, but before I could leave he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“Can we talk, please”, he asked. He seemed like he did really want to talk to me.

“I don’t think I could ever speak to you ever again”, I tell him before getting out of his grip and returning to my date. I felt good. I felt like I might of broke him or something even though I knew I could never break him the way he did to me. I went on with the rest of my date. But later that night while laying in my bed, I realized that I will probably never find anyone like Auston. That I might of let my soulmate out of my life forever. But I just had to accept the way things are.

“Come on. You know how much this means to us! Please come! Im begging you”, William said to me now on his knees begging me to come to their first game.

“Ok. Ok! I’ll go”, I tell the now very happy Swed and the rest of the boys. They all hug me and start chanting “(Y/N)!”. I quickly tell them to shut up or else I would change my mind, which they quickly obeyed.

“Who’s jersey are you going to wear?”, asked Morgan.

“I don’t know, I’ll just wear my plain leafs jersey”, I told them since that was the only other jersey I had besides my Matthews jersey.

“No, since I successfully convinced you, you are going to wear my jersey”, William told me and the rest of the boy nodded in agreement. I told him only if he would get me one, which on the day of he came to my apartment minutes before he had to be at the rink to bring me one of his game-worn jerseys.

“Here are your tickets, I got you good seats so don’t plan to ditch at the last second ok”, he told me whist handing me the tickets.

“I’ll be there I promise”, I told him.

“Ok, you better wear my jersey (Y/F/N), you’re our good luck charm”, he said to me.

“William I promise to you that I will be there and I’ll be wearing your jersey”, I said to him while holding my right hand up. He laughed and we said goodbye and I wished him good luck.

I knew I was going to see Auston tonight. Its the first game, of course he’s gonna play. But I kept telling myself that even though I haven’t talked to him in a while, that I’ll always support him and the rest of the boys. I got to the arena. Once I found my seat I realized that William got me seat right behind the bench along with all the other WAGs. I saw all of them with their husbands’/boyfriends’ jersey. I saw her. Wearing the Matthews jersey. I just ignored the pain in my heart and told myself that I’m here to support my boys, not to cry over one of them. When William scored the first point, I jumped up and down so happy that we were ahead. The jumbotron camera goes to me. I showed off that I was representing William. I saw Auston look up to see me on the big screen, repping his fellow line mate. He turned to me, we locked eyes for a second before I turned away wanting to focus on the game.

It was now the third period with only 5 minutes left. We were tied. William and Auston were passing the puck to each other before Auston managed to pass a shot through the opposing goalie. It was his first goal of the night. When he was skating back to the bench to celebrate his goal with his teammates he pointed to me. At first I thought he was pointing at someone behind me but no he was pointing at me. We locked eyes once more, and all he did was nod to me while still pointing at me. The jumbo tron showed him point at me indicating that he dedicated the goal to me.

I froze, not knowing what to think anymore. The rest of the game went by me. The leafs won 2-1. All the WAGs decided we should all have our picture together with our boys on the ice and us on the bench. William stood next to Auston meaning I had to sit next to Auston’s girlfriend for the picture. I have never been this close to her. She was really pretty and seem really nice, I could tell why Auston would go for her. We took the picture and the boys went to go change so that we can go out to celebrate the win at a club.

We all made it to the club at separate times. Auston showed up last, but he seemed to not be accompanied by this girlfriend or anyone in fact.

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty late but could you explain what the thing with kookie and burgers is?

OH FJKSNK it took me a minute to know what u were talking about, i havent thought about that since last year fjksnksnks

so last summer jungkook went on a new variety show “flower road” or something ??? its been a while i forget :P but basically he showed up w burgers for everyone and i think everyone else like made fun of him and didnt eat them. i think they were just trying to make a joke since it was a variety show but it came off rude and jungkook ended up not being treated well on that show, so fans were upset.

“What’s got you sighing? Did something happen?” 

Too much cuteness in one panel


I genuinely cannot believe “Are straight people gay if they don’t experience sexual attraction?” was met with a resounding “Yes!”

There is no LGBT community, I mean firstable it’s been capitalized upon and exploited to Hell and back, and then secondly, and most importantly it has been diluted to such a point that the LGBT community is now partying with its oppressors, at the expense of lesbian women and girls and gay men and boys on the bizarre idea that they aren’t oppressed anymore, and have in fact BECOME the oppressors.

I mean, this battle has been going on since 2004, or something, reached its peak in 2011, and then it was finally won by straight people when real life LGBT spaces made room for straight people while barring lesbians and gays and even transgender people from entering because of their “violent aphobia” and all their aphobia was, was pointing out that cishet aces aren’t gay or trans!

Yes, this is going to be personal and I am going to be bitter, because I CAN’T access anymore safe spaces without being next to straight people, and accommodating them! Y’all took this away from me! A chance to meet people like me, meet other gay people, safely explore my gender, reach out for help, it was all gone within a month!

But y’all really don’t care about gay people. And I’m not saying this to guilt you, cause y’all have shown us you have no moral compass, lol, but… You all are really homophobic. Ace discourse has done nothing. but compared non-ace lesbians and gays to rapists, pedophiles, and nazis. All because someone said “cishets aren’t gay”. That is textbook homophobia.

So, yeah, whatever. Y’all are homophobic and have destroyed LGBT communities, and you’re continuing to do so, but whatever, keep taking pride in it or whatever. You defeated the evil homogays, at least in this part of the country,


Inspired by this post from @nozoroomie :)

A happy New Year to all of you and thank you for these amazing first months on tumblr! I wish you guys all the best. 

“Welcome to μ’s Love Live!-party!” Jumping up in the air, Honoka raised a scarf with the Love Live! inscription above her head, all the while smiling happily.

“Honoka, be careful!” Umi, standing right beside her, scolded. “What if you are going to break a leg?”

“Calm down, Umi-chan. Nothing happened, right?” As always, Kotori was the bird-like voice between her two childhood friends.

Watching the second years, Nozomi couldn’t help but giggle. The three of them would never change. Not that she wanted them to. Moments like these were the reason why the purple haired girl loved to be around all her friends. But this time, despite them all being together, was different.

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Rain tapped on the windows as Allen sat in the room his was using for tonight. It was a rather nice Inn, it was warm, family owned. They welcomed him immediately when he politely asked for a room for the night, And now here he was, his stormy eyes watching the storm though the window. For a moment the teen paused to think that maybe, just maybe the rain drops, as they tapped, were asking for shelter from the from the dark clouds gathering in the sky, however he pushed the thought away. By now the sun was gone and the air was beginning to get cold, he could see it, fogging in the corners of the window frame. His thoughts one by one began to drown themselves out in a similar fashion to how the rain was becoming static as it began to pour. Now pounding at the window, demanding to get in.

“Sir?” Huh?

Now there was pounding at his door and now Allen’s attention was on it. clearing his throat. “Yes?”

“I apologize we have run out of rooms, but there is a traveler needing shelter would you mind if–”

Allen blinked to himself, why the hell not? He would be doing something good for whoever they were. In times like these it felt like the least he could do. “Go ahead and send them up..” Once that was said there was a small voice of gratitude and footsteps sounded as they left. Soon enough new footsteps approached and there was another knock on the door. “Come on in..”

anonymous asked:

I'm loving your fic, it's so lovely, it makes my heart swell up like the grinch! And if you don't have too many to respond to I would love to give you a prompt from that fic meme, so number 7! If you've got a lot of them to do though, just have the compliment and don't worry about the prompt! I'll enjoy reading anything you write!! xoxoxo

this message is honestly the sweetest and cutest thing.  you didn’t specify a pairing, so i’ll assume ziam since it’s the default on this blog, whoops.

7. things you said while we were driving

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They never understand. They’re afraid to. They want to live in their small worlds full of nothings. I’m not like them, and now they send me away, to a prison. Will I find others like me? Maybe. One step further in this journey into night. Jade Ellsworth (Issue #1)