light of my heart light of my feet

anonymous asked:

Top ten favorite lines you have written in umfb

So u mentioned earlier a line that was in your top ten favorite to write. What are the other lines that you have written that are in your favorites?


I’ll do my favourite lines excluding dialogue because I usually prefer the non-dialogue parts :D

Yuuri had none of that. And Viktor was the one, the only one. But Viktor was beautiful and successful and had presumably shared his bed with hundreds of people, all begging for time with him. Yuuri was nothing special, just a brief amusement in a long line of people that had come and gone throughout Viktor’s life. As insignificant as the day they met, seen and instantly forgotten, faded from memory while Yuuri remained, with Viktor’s mark left on him forever. - Chapter 9

Viktor was like a searing light and like a moth to a flame, Yuuri couldn’t seem to stay away. He would keep coming back, over and over to revel in the brightness until he burned. - Chapter 10

Viktor was beautiful, lying there before him, but more than that Viktor was kind. Not kind with any expectation of reward or compensation but kind for the sake of being kind. Viktor had broken Yuuri’s heart when Yuuri was just a child but Viktor had been a child as well. They had both been children and just as Yuuri was so far from the boy that he had once been, maybe Viktor had changed too. Life had moulded them both throughout the years and neither of them would ever be the same again. - Chapter 11

Yuuri knew he couldn’t have Viktor forever. Someone like Yuuri would never be able to hold onto someone like Viktor. Viktor who was beautiful and successful and could have the whole world if only he asked. Yuuri could never compete with that, could never hold Viktor down. But he didn’t need to, didn’t expect to, he never had. He had Viktor here. He had Viktor now. That fact, this moment, that was what mattered. - Chapter 11

But still he stopped. And still he looked because he had been looking back his whole life even as it destroyed him and he couldn’t help but do it one last time. -  Chapter 13 (This one was a reference to the biblical story of Lot’s wife and specifically the Kurt Vonnegut quote from Slaughterhouse-Five -
“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”)

Yuuri had worshiped Viktor as a concept and hated him as a memory. But he loved him as a person - Chapter 14

And now everything was in pieces at his feet like the pieces of his heart and yet he loved Viktor still. But he wasn’t sure if he could put the fragments of his heart back on the line again. Put them back into Viktor hand’s because he had done it twice before and each time it had been broken further. If it happened a third time then there would be nothing left, not even fragments. Nothing but dust. - Chapter 14

Yuuri barely had time to think before a warm body was colliding with his own and suddenly lips were on his and he was falling but he didn’t care because he had been falling for years and Viktor was finally there to catch him again. - Chapter 14

“I don’t care.” he said and the words felt like the last link in the chain snapping after so many years and finally setting him free. “I don’t care who won.” - Chapter 14

Viktor pulled him close, their fingers still laced together and Yuuri could see the light in his eyes, bright and shining like the light of a star, drawing him into their orbit. He went willingly and Viktor wrapped his arms around him again, holding him close to his chest, so close that Yuuri could hear the beat of Viktor’s heart, perfectly in time with his own as Viktor spoke again. - Chapter 14 (Both for the name drop of the companion fic and also because in the last line it’s almost like…Yuuri, can you hear Viktor’s heartbeat?…)


Some people write me “Why Angi is white!”, “Why Soma is white!”.
This base colors especially for you.  Please enjoy!

I don’t change base colors in the coloring process, just add shades and highlights, then use some mode layers to create atmosphere.

Little bit about Soma and Angi coloring.
Choose of color for sides:
Red as a color of killing, death.
Blue as a color of safety.

Angi said Soma:
‘Prince Soma, only with you as my sun could my days begin…
…and the breeze blow life into my stagnant heart…
…and the stillness of night heal me.
That your light newer grow dim.
As long as you keep shinning brightly, I know…
…there is no ice that will no melt before you. ’

At that moment, Agni was full of light feelings, and I decided to add a light gradient over his height (The head is lighter than the feet).
'Head’  as thoughts and feelings.
'Legs’  as a reality.

But of course, I’m just  awful colorist, who changes the colors. 

the progression (and regression) of first names

hurt/comfort, mini casefile, msr ust

first in a series of fics accompanying my x files rewatch this summer. (technically this is cheating since i’m already on season 2, but whatever, i wanted to do this.) spoilers for beyond the sea, lazarus, young at heart, darkness falls, and tooms. some of these sequences are partially borrowed from chapters 4 and 5 of half-light, but i liked them so i kept them. (it is not necessary to read half-light to understand this fic.) also dedicated to my recent trip to dc; you haven’t lived til you’ve hobbled around museums and memorials on aching feet from walking too much.

warning for passing mentions of murders/death

Scully spends New Year’s Eve in a hospital room: “Because my life isn’t depressing enough,” she laments to Melissa on the phone, and Missy tries to laugh like it’s funny but it’s not. They are in mourning; their father is dead, their mother is all to pieces, and Charlie didn’t come to the funeral. Bill and Melissa are staying with their mother in Baltimore. They wanted Dana to come too, but Dana has never been one to show emotions around other people. “I need to work,” she’d told Mulder, and it was the truth. The sad thing is that Mulder getting shot has given her the perfect excuse to hide, here in North Carolina where she thought everything would matter less. 

(It doesn’t. Boggs yanked her out of hiding by her ankle, wouldn’t let her rest. She doesn’t go to Boggs’ execution because she’s afraid to believe. She’s afraid of what he’ll tell her. She hides in Mulder’s hospital room because it’s easier, but he won’t let her hide, either. He calls her Dana and touches her shoulder and she shrinks into herself like a crumpled piece of paper. He knows her too well; she is the pathologist, but he would be just as good with a scalpel. He has a way of bringing hidden things to the surface.)

There’s a pathetic TV in Mulder’s room and they watch the ball drop in Times Square on it. Mulder’s on pain medications, which make him goofier; he counts along with the spectators in Times Square with a glazed-over look in his eyes. Scully watches in silence, hands knotting in her lap. She’s had plenty of good New Year’s Eve memories to stock up over the year - she spent the last one with Ethan, tipsy from champagne and giggling hysterically when he kissed her, teeth bumping together - but the only one she can think of now is the first year she was allowed to stay up til midnight, at nine. (She and Missy had snuck out on the back porch minutes away from midnight and sat on the step, watching the stars. She’d tipped her head up to the sky, mittened hands pressing into her knees when she felt the pressure of her father’s hand on her head and turned to look at him. “It’s a new year now, Starbuck,” he’d told her seriously. “It’s your chance to start over, to make your life whatever you want it to be.”) Scully blinks hard to stop the onslaught of tears and reaches for the tissues she’d crumpled in her pocket. 

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder says, touching her wrist. “Scully. Are you okay? Are you sad again?”

He’s high as a kite, Scully thinks wryly. “I’m fine,” she says, scraping her fingertips under her eyes. Maybe she should take some time off with Mulder after this case, give herself some time to recover so she won’t be crying all over the place every case. “I just… memories. You know how it is.” And with his sister, he must know. 

Mulder rests his head against her shoulder. “It’s 1994,” he slurs into her jacket. “Anything can happen now, Scully; make a wish.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got the wrong holiday,” she tells him. 

He points to the TV where a couple is kissing, confetti falling down on them like rain. “We should do that,” he says, raising his head to look at her. “In honor of the New Year.” 

For a half-second, she considers it. He’s been more affectionate with her over time; something shifted with them, in Alaska. Something had made them stronger. He’s called her Dana three times now. He tried to comfort her. She remembers him kissing that ex-girlfriend, Phoebe. She’s wondered how he kisses before. 

Then she reconsiders. Considers the consequences. She’s broken enough Bureau policy this year, she thinks. She is grieving, not in her right mind, and he’s on pain meds, he might not remember a thing tomorrow. She rolls her eyes and says, “Go find a nurse, Mulder.”

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Until Morning (Luke Skywalker x Reader)

Originally posted by teenagegreaser

(A/n: Thank you again for your request. Sorry it took me forever.)

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Luke x Reader 

Summary: Luke as been having problems with getting proper sleep. The problem only seems to get worse when Leia leave on her honeymoon with Han. One night he comes asking for help, you as his best friend help him with his predicament.


“Do you have to go?” I asked as Leia pulled me into an embrace. She chuckled patting me on the back.

“I can’t really miss out on my honeymoon.” Leia said leaning in closer to whisper. “And watch over Luke…” I glanced over to see Luke walking over to Han. Dark circles hung under his pale blue eyes. His skin seemed to be drained of light. I adverted my gaze as he turned towards us.

“I’ll make sure to read him and tug him in every night.” I chuckled making her gently hit my shoulder.

“You known what I mean…” She said leaning back.

“I’ll make sure his alright while your gone. He is my second favorite two after all~” I said as Luke walked over.

“Oh so~ I’m your number one twin wait till Luke hears about this.” Leia teased releasing me from her grip.

“I’m hurt you choose her over me~” Luke said placing a hand over his chest. A sly smirk tugged his lips. I chuckled gently shoving his shoulder back. He bit his lower lip muffling his chuckle.

Leia patted him on the shoulder. Luke turned to Leia pulling her into a tight embrace. “Watch over her for me while I’m gone.” Leia whispered loud enough for me to hear. Luke chuckled patting her on the back. “I don’t want to reenacted what happened last time I was gone.” I bite the inside of my cheek.

“That was only one time…” I mumbled crossing my arms. Leia giggled leaning back from Luke. I glanced over at Han to see him getting impatience.

“Leia.” Han sighed leaning against Millennium Falcon exterior.

“You better get to your husband before he leaves without you.” I said patting her on the shoulder. Leia sighed turning towards the Millennium Falcon. “Have fun~” She scoffed turning to glare at me.

“Leia come on before the sun collapse on itself.” Han said a cocky smirk tugged his lips. Leia lips drew into a tight line. She turned around firing back at her husband.

I turned to Luke seeing him rub his forehead. “Hey are you okay…” I said rubbing his arm. Luke gulped nodding his head. He pulled back from my touch.

“I-I’m fine…” Luke mumbled.

“Goodbye Kiddos’.” Han said assuring his wife into the space ship. I smiled waving him goodbye. Luke cleared his throat waving off his male friend.

As the Millennium Falcon started to set off I turned to Luke. He looked even more restless up close.

“Luke.” Luke turned to meet my gaze. “Is everything okay you’ve been a little off lately.” A small grin curled his lips.

“I’m fine…” I cocked my head to the side. “I’m just a little tried is all.” Luke yawned kicking his shoe against the metal floor below us.

“Okay than… Please for my sake get more rest.” I said.


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No Need To Fear

Originally posted by vibraniumdoll

Sebastian Stan x Teenager! Reader

A/n: This is just something I whipped up because I need to be more active….lol

Genre: Fluff, Friendship, Slight Angst

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Fluff, slight angst, swearing, anxiety attack, CUTE SEB, 

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

This was it. This was the moment that I, and many others, have been waiting for. It was the Sand Diego Comic Con, and it was gonna be great. I had bought my tickets to go for the Marvel side of the spectrum a while back, wanting so badly to meet the wonderful cast.

It was almost shocking at the opportunity I had been given. Me, a young teenager, was finally going to Comic Con! It was almost breathtaking. I was gonna be able to meet Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, and the one and only Sebastian Stan. 

Just the thought of Sebastian made me giddy. Sebastian was a role model in my eyes. A man with great intentions and a soft heart; someone that I could trust if I ever got the rare miracle of becoming friends with him. He was handsome, and just gave off the ‘I’m a dorky guy, but I promise I’m cool’ vibe.

Being in the place was dreamlike. Stands full of fandom merchandise were everywhere, taking up the whole place. People cosplaying characters, people, and memes walked around, strutting their stuff with their foam swords, kimonos, and cosmetically changed faces. 

As I walked, buying whatever fandom merch that caught my eye, I finally got to the Marvel area and almost squealed. I was so ready for this. Clutching my Winter Soldier poster tightly to my chest, I stood in line for the autographs, happy that the line wasn’t too long. 

However, I could feel something creep up my spine every time the line got shorter. Little thoughts filled my head as it seemed only five more people were to get their autographs, and then it would be me.

‘What if I trip in front of him?’
‘What if I say something stupid?’
‘Will he eve spare me a glance?’
‘Oh god, there’s only two more people!’

I felt myself freeze up when it was my turn. My eyes were widened at him, his slicked back hair shining within the light. The jean jacket that rest upon his shoulders seemed to hide the plaid button up, leaving the white undershirt to be exposed. His wrist was adorned with a watch, the other with a bracelet, and my heart began to pound.

Standing there, my poster clutched even tighter in my clammy hands, he looked up at him. His blue eyes were so vibrant, so light, and they held a confused, yet amused glint in them. I felt my breath leave me and I just turned and walked away, my feet fast and stumbling as I rushed to find a dark spot. 

Finding dark corner, I sat against the wall, sliding down. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt my lip quiver.

‘Great going, Stupid! Now he probably thinks you’re a fucking weirdo.’

My chest tightened with my sobs, my knees pulled to my chest, my poster still clutched in my fist. Tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall, hot and fat with the despair and humiliation I had bestowed upon myself.

After a while, I was aware of light being blocked in front of me, and I glanced up. There, in all his glory, was Sebastian Stan. His eyes were concerned, the man kneeling before me, and all I could do was widen my eyes and forget how to breathe. His voice carried to me, sounding just like I thought it would.

“Hey, are you alright?”

I was awestruck, my eyelids fluttering. I couldn’t process it. Was he really here? Standing in front of me? Or was this some cruel hallucination my mind had made up? I jolted after a moment and replied, sniffling and looking at my lap. 

“I…I don’t know.”

Sebastian sat down in front of me, cocking his head to the side and asking me politely.

“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?”

I bit my lip. Could I tell him? After a moment of contemplating, I nodded and whispered to him.

“I just…I was…really awestruck by you. You’re the coolest…and I’ve looked up to you for so long. You’re one of my role-models! And…just…just seeing you made me freeze. Like, is this even real?”

I felt more tears come and I covered my face, crying into my hands as the poster fell. 

“God, I’ve waited for this moment for so long! So long…and I completely messed it up. I made a fool of myself.”

A hand on my shoulder made me pause, shyly looking at him through the tears. Sebastian was smiling softly at me and he replied to me.

“Hey, it’s alright. There’s no need to cry. You didn’t make a fool of yourself, trust me. It’s ok to be awestruck by people, sweetheart. I’m awestruck by people all the time!”

We both chuckled, and he sat beside me, continuing.

“Don’t ever be afraid, sweetheart. I’m honored that you look at me in such a way. It’s pretty flattering, so don’t be embarrassed by that. It’s heartwarming to know that I can help someone in some way, shape, or form.”

He smiled at me and I smiled back, and he gently wiped my tears away, leaning and hugging me gently. I hugged him back and whispered to him.

“Thank you so much.”

We pulled from each other, and he smiled widely at me, grabbing my poster and a silver sharpie from his pocket.

“Always a pleasure to help, Miss…?”

“(Y/n). My name is (Y/n).”

He beamed and signed my poster, writing a little message on the bottom before ruffling my hair and helping me up. 

“Remember, (Y/n). It’s ok to be embarrassed and awestruck by someone…just don’t let it get to you like it did today, alright?”

I nodded and he patted my back.

“Have a fun rest of the day, (Y/n).”

“You too, Sebastian.”

He smiled at me one last time before walking away. I looked at my poster, reading his message.

‘Be confident in yourself, (Y/n). Even the bravest of heroes can fear.’

- Sebastian Stan



Lead, Kindly Light

Lead kindly Light amidst the grey and gloom
The night is long and I am far from home
Here in the dark I do not ask to see
The path ahead one step enough for me
Lead on lead on kindly Light

I was not ever willing to be led
I could have stayed but I ran instead
In spite of fear I followed my pride
My eyes could see but my heart was blind
Lead on lead on kindly Light

And in the night when I was afraid
Your feet beside my own on the way
Each stumbling step where other men have trod
Shortens the road leading home to my God

Lead on lead on
My God my God
Lead on lead on kindly Light

The lucky one

Baz’s POV. Me trying something just a little bit different to what I’ve written so far.

Sometimes when it’s late at night and I’m on the couch or I’m in your room and only one light is on in the house, everything is quiet and you must think I’m dozing off but I hear you whispering in the next room. ‘Open sesame,’ you’ll whisper, barely a breath, and I imagine you standing in front of a cupboard in the darkness, your gaze despairing, already beating yourself up in your mind for being stupid enough to try. You’ll be getting a midnight snack from the fridge and I’ll hear you mutter heating words to a plate of leftovers from dinner. Then a moment of silence and your heavy footsteps followed by the beeping of the microwave. And I’ll roll over on your bed and try to block out the hurt, the feeling like something is breaking inside me, and I resist the urge to go out and comfort you because I know it won’t help. I know this is something you need to bear alone in the dark, because you can’t stop trying, because you can’t stop wanting it to come back. I know you said it was well worth the sacrifice, for me, for our life together and for the whole World of Mages but that will never be enough to fill you up like magic once did. You’ve become the humdrum; you feel like now you’re carrying all of the void, just a body of nothing.

You’re not nothing, Simon. You are the beginning and the end of everything. You are the brightest spark in this endless universe, that nothing could ever put out, no matter what you say.

So I lie there in the darkness and listen to you moving around the kitchen, finishing your snack, and then silence (I don’t know if you watch TV or you just sit on the floor lost in thought; I do know you never wash your dishes) and then finally I feel your warmth as you climb into the bed next to me and you hold me as close as you can and only then do we both feel peace. And in the morning we’re tangled together and your hair is a mess and I’m watching you with a lazy smile and when your blue eyes stare into mine I can let myself believe that you’re okay – that everything was worth it. Just for us to wake up together like this.


One afternoon I walk up to your door and even as I approach I have a foreboding feeling that something is different. I knock, and I wait, and I wait some more and when you still don’t answer I am overcome with an irrational fear (is it irrational? Crowley, please let it be irrational) that something is very wrong. In a panic I magic open the door just in time to find you walk around the corner towards me. There’s a bewildered, almost vacant look in your eyes like you’re in shock and then you see me and your gaze slowly drifts from the wand in my hand to the panic on my face and you snap out of your daze.

‘Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t hear you.’

I shove my wand into my pocket and reach for you, pulling you into my chest.

‘Snow,’ I murmur into your hair. ‘Simon, you scared me. I thought something had happened…’

‘Sorry,’ you whisper.

‘Did something happen?’

You don’t answer, and I pull back so I can look you in the eye. You’re frowning, and even though you’re looking straight at me it feels like you don’t see me. You’re a million miles away…

‘Ah. No,’ you say. ‘I just thought… no. Nothing happened.’

You drift back through the house, so distant, and I wish I could reach you.


For a long time I don’t hear you whispering the spells. You say you’re tired and you stay next to me all night. I see you looking lost when I leave the house, like I’m the only thing that’s grounding you and keeping you from floating away, finally consumed by the troubled thoughts in your mind. I wish I could talk to you about them and try to help you make sense of them, because I have memorised every inch of you and I think I could understand you, but I don’t know how to tell you that and you don’t try to let me in. Instead we exchange kisses, sometimes soft and slow, a steady reassurance that we’re in this together like we have been, really, from the start, and sometimes you push your mouth onto mine like a challenge. Can you do it, Baz? You seem to be asking. Will you stay with me, through all of this mess, despite everything? You used to hate me.

Yes, Simon. I will stay with you. I haven’t said it to you yet, not in so many words, but I’ve always loved you, I love you so much, it’s the one thing I’ll always know.

Even though I worry about you, and sometimes I question whether either of us is happy, I thank my lucky stars every day that it turned out like this.


And then you start whispering the spells again. ‘Up, up and away,’ you whisper, and I imagine a napkin – or a scone, because it’s you, love, you would choose something silly like that – slowly floating into the air and the joyful smile that would light up your face. Then I turn over and try to stop imagining it, because you might come in soon and I wouldn’t want you to find my tears slowly trickling onto your pillow.

I walk in one day (you finally gave in to my pestering and let me make a copy of your key) to find you standing in front of your bedroom door, your wand in your hand.

‘Open sesame,’ you’re saying, over and over again, and nothing is happening. You kick the door in frustration, then pull it closed again, and you keep trying. You keep saying it, Simon, and then you’re yelling it, again and again like you’re actually trying to make it work. Not the way you whisper spells at night, a ritual, a faraway fantasy, but saying the words with conviction like you think you could summon the magic into being again if only you will it hard enough.

‘Simon,’ I whisper, and you stop shouting, you turn around and hurriedly shove your wand into your pocket as if you could hide what you’ve been trying to do.

‘Why won’t it work for me?’ you say, your eyes searching mine as if I might hold all the answers.

‘You know why,’ I whisper. I was always scared that you would never look at me like this, like you need me, like I’m the one holding everything together. I was scared you didn’t need me the way I need you and now I’ve never felt so hopeless.

‘I just want to do magic. Magic was all I ever had, and now it’s gone. Why did the Humdrum have to take all of it? Surely, he didn’t need every single drop, surely I could…’

‘Simon,’ I say. ‘Magic was never all you had. You have me…’

It’s not enough. I know that deep down – or maybe not so deep, really – it’s not enough. You would never say it to me though.

‘Yeah,’ you say, smiling a bittersweet smile. ‘I know.’ You walk up to me and stand on your tiptoes and touch a hand to my cheek. ‘I love you, Baz.’


All the lights are off and I watch the eerie shadows flicker underneath the door. You’ve lit a flame – I heard you strike the match and the faint clatter of you placing the candleholder on the kitchen floor. I’m alert now, listening carefully. Just in case you need me.

‘Make a wish,’ you whisper.

I watch the light flickering under the door.

‘Make a wish.’

Please, Simon. You’re breaking my heart.

‘Make a wish!’

I close my eyes, and I try, Simon, I try, but I can’t let you do this while I lie here wasting away. Crowley, not again, not tonight.

I get to my feet and make my way into the kitchen in the darkness. You must’ve blown out the candle, but I can still make out the shape of you on the kitchen floor, you’re sitting cross-legged with your back against a cupboard and you’re crying. Your head is in your hands and your shoulders are shaking and I hear you crying, quietly, because you still think I’m asleep.

I kneel down on the cold floor next to you and I pull your hands away from your face. ‘Shh,’ I hear myself whisper, brushing the tears away with my fingers, wishing I could make all the hurt go away too. ‘It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here, love.’

‘Baz,’ you say, your breath still shaky.

‘Shh. It’s okay.’

‘No, Baz.’ You pull my hands away. ‘Look.’

You get up onto your knees and you take my hand (really tightly, I might add, and soon enough I’ve lost all feeling in my hand, but I don’t say this). With your other hand you point at the floor, and I see the candle in front of us.

‘I know. You were trying to do magic.’

‘Baz, I –’

‘I hear you, Simon. Every night. I know.’

‘Baz, I put it out. The flame went out.’

There’s a wild hope in your voice and your eyes are dancing and you’re squeezing my hand. The hand that was pointing at the candle is shaking as you gesture wildly.

‘I did it, Baz, it worked. I swear.’

‘Are you sure?’ I whisper. ‘Are you sure you didn’t just blow it out by accident?’

I thought you were breaking my heart before, but now the tears are pouring silently down my face and I can only be glad it’s dark and your eyesight isn’t as good as mine. The despair is bad, but seeing you hopeful like this is more painful than anything I’ve ever felt, even in fifth year, even that day in the flames before you saved me.

‘I’m sure. I know you think I’m being dumb, but it’s for real. Baz, I’ve been practicing.’ You let go of my hand and it drops to my side like a dead weight. ‘This isn’t the first time.’ You fumble for the matches in the darkness and you try to light the candle again, but your hands are shaking too much and you can’t get the match to spark alight.

‘Simon, no…’

You drop the matchbox and pick up your wand instead, pointing it at the fridge.

Open sesame!’ you cry, and the fridge door flies open, hitting the wall with a bang while light suddenly pours out from the fridge, and I jump back in surprise as you leap to your feet.

‘See! See! I did it, Baz! I cast a spell!’ You dance to the fridge and pull it closed. ‘Open sesame!’ A drawer flies open and clatters right out, landing on the kitchen floor with a crash.

‘It’s working! I’ve got my magic back! Up, up and away!

The ground disappears from under me and I’m rising rapidly towards the ceiling and I’m still too dumbfounded to move or flail (like you did, the first time the spell was used on you; I always tease you about it until you climb on top of me to shut me up) and then my head bumps the ceiling.

‘Ow,’ I say, and with a flick of your wand you lower me back to the ground. As soon as my feet hit the ground I’m running at you and I’m hugging you and then we both crash to the ground and I’m covering your face with kisses and we’re both laughing and laughing and –

Simon, you’re so happy.

You’re lying on the ground and I’m on all fours staring down at you and the beautiful smile you can’t wipe off your face.

‘Simon,’ I breathe. ‘You’ve got your magic back.’


‘You’ve got your magic back.’

‘Now you’re repeating yourself, Bazzy.’

‘Don’t call me that,’ I snap, and you giggle. Crowley, I love that sound. ‘But how? I don’t understand.’

‘Maybe the Humdrum didn’t take all of it. Maybe I stole some from you. Who knows? Who cares!’

‘How long have you known?’ I roll off you and we both sit up.

‘A month or so,’ you say, and you’re still smiling, and your face is so relaxed, and your eyes are shining. ‘Every time you’ve caught me acting weird it’s because I just said something and it worked. Sometimes it would be a whole week where I would try and try and nothing would happen, but lately it’s been happening more often, and you saw me just now, I just realised I’ve got it back for real.’ You say it all in a breath, your words running over each other in your rush to get them all out.

‘Simon. That’s amazing.’

‘I know.’

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘Well, I wasn’t sure… I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know if it was for real or just a one-time thing or an accident, and it still wasn’t working more times than it did and I didn’t want to say anything until I could show it to you. If I’d tried to cast a spell in front of you and it didn’t work, it would have broken your heart.’

Your hand finds mine and we both hold on tightly.

‘Baz, I know how much you hate it, when I get upset. I know you worry about me.’

‘I didn’t think…’

‘I know. You didn’t think I noticed.’

‘I love you,’ I blurt out. I never said it back to him that day.

‘I know,’ you say, and you smile, and it’s the perfect response. ‘Even though I’m a mess, and even though I didn’t have magic. So… yeah. I know you chose me even though… and… what I’m trying to say…’

You’re blushing. And I’m dying to know.


‘I’m just really lucky to have you. That’s all.’

‘Nah,’ I say, and Crowley, I’m blushing too. ‘I’m the lucky one.’

Favorites are different than best right?

The Leftovers ended and I am sad. What better way to cheer me up than to officially give it a spot on my top ten favorite shows of all time? In no order of course:

  • Mad Men
  • Gilmore Girls
  • The Leftovers
  • Hannibal
  • 30 Rock
  • Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
  • Six Feet Under
  • Friday Night Lights
  • Arrested Development
  • Battlestar Galactica
Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When You Meet Him]


[f/n]= first name

When You Meet Him:

    I tug on my hoodie so that it presses tighter against my skin, but the hoodie doesn’t help as the crisp autumn air breezes past me, leaving behind goosebumps. It’s finally fall; the leaves are finally becoming tinted by warm colors, the night air finally carrying a refreshing chill. But more importantly, it’s finally October. The month of Halloween!

    Truth be told, I’m a crazy fanatic for all things creepy. I often indulge myself in horror stories, games, and movies. Halloween to me is what Christmas is for others. So rather than treating it like a one day holiday, I celebrate Halloween for the whole month of October. And this year, I’ve found a very interesting place to visit to get in the Halloween spirit. I’ve been hearing rumors of a thick forest that many people tend to get lost in. Many scary stories have originated from that forest, and the manor that is rumored to exist within it.

I am currently heading for said forest as a full moon shines brightly above me. I readjust the slightly heavy bookbag so that it sits more comfortably on my shoulder. I had filled it with various equipment, particularly survival equipment, so that I can be prepared for whatever situation is thrown at me. Now then, what shall I find in this sacred, horrific forest?


Once I enter the dense forest, I become surrounded by pitch black darkness as the moonlight becomes blocked by the trees. I zip open my backpack and dig around until I find the flashlight. I click it on, but the light is only enough to illuminate what is right in front of me. Well, darkness my friend, you really know how to set the mood. The forest is deathly quiet except for the sound of leaves crunching under my feet. Paranoia of being watched settles in my mind, which makes my heart race in anticipation.

I trail the light around the forest, trying to see if there is anything out there in the darkness. With a start, I realize I am no longer on the forest trail. I was being so careful to stay on the path, what happened? I try to retrace my steps, but I become more panicked as I realize I can’t find the path. I’m utterly lost! Will I become another person who disappeared in this forest?

Something white catches my attention, and I edge towards it to find a note pinned to a tree. Scribbled on it is the message, ‘Behind you.’ A flare of paranoia causes me to tremble slightly. This must be a prank from someone who was here before, it has to be. Still, ever so slowly, I turn around to look behind me.

And I am faced with a faceless being. A shrill scream rips from my throat as I back away from the creature, but I slam against the tree. My eyes are locked on the white, faceless man in paralyzed fear as he edges closer to me. Before I can force my body to move, tentacles gently wrap around my arms and legs so that running is no longer an option. He brings his face close to mine, as if he was inspecting me despite having no eyes.

“How curious,” a voice says, projected in my mind. He raises a hand and strokes my face curiously, but I find myself unable to look away from him. “Something is…different about you.”

I swallow heavily and will myself to talk. “W-wh-what do y-you mean?” I stutter out.

“I’m not sure myself,” the voice responds. “Interesting.” I squeak in fear when suddenly he lifts me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. “You are lost, yes? I shall take you to safety.” I say nothing as he carries me, too scared that I’ll say something that will make him snap. So instead, I close my eyes and will all of this to be a dream. But when I open my eyes, I find myself at a manor. He opens the door with a tentacle and carries me inside. I soak in the interior of the manor until eventually he takes me into a room with only a luxurious looking bed.

He gently sets me down on the floor, but my legs are so wobbly that I fall over. He catches me, holding me still until I am able to stand. I back away as far as I can from him, and he continues to seemingly stare at me. “Rest, child,” the voice orders me to do. “You are safe. Get some rest, and we shall chat once you have a more calm demeanor.”

“W-what are you?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“You may call me Slenderman,” he tells me. “Goodnight.” And with that, he shuts the door. I wait awhile before bolting to the door, but sure enough, it’s locked. With no chance of escape, I slump onto the bed. Slenderman, was it? For a monster, he was surprisingly civil. But what does he want from me? The thought of it does my mind and heart no good. I didn’t think I would be able to, but eventually I fall asleep. I can only hope that he continues to be civil.

He may look like a monster, but you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right? I can only hope so.



I tried to stay on the forest trail, but at some  point I managed to lose it. Unable to find it again, I desperately wander around aimlessly in hopes of finding the trail, or at the very least, shelter. I need to stay calm. Even if I’m lost, I’m sure that once it’s daylight I’ll be able to find the trail. I keep on walking until I notice a building looming in the distance. Is it the rumored manor? Regardless, I’ve found my shelter for the night. I keep walking until I am standing in front of the manor’s entrance door.

Fear is replaced with a sense of excitement. It looks like a haunted house! I came here for the thrill, after all. So I open the door and enter the vast manor, ready to explore. Cautiously, I examine room after room. The manor is decorated with old fashioned furniture, like from the Victorian era. I head up the stairs after I’ve had the first floor thoroughly examined.

A lot of the rooms are rather simple, is what I thought until I reached a certain room. All of the rooms were void of modern technology, all except this one. A T.V. sits on the floor, a gaming console laying in front of it. I closer inspect the gaming console to find only one game available, The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. Childhood nostalgia washes over me as I smile fondly at the game. As a lover of video games, the fact that I found one in a seemingly haunted house thrills me. I’m going to play it! That is, if I’m able. I make sure the T.V. is plugged in before flipping it on. It works! The game menu automatically fills the screen, so I settle down on the floor and grab the controller.

I notice that there is already a save file, titled BEN. I’m curious about the person who played this file. Who was he, and why was he playing this game here, of all places? Well, playing his file won’t reveal anything, and I want to start the game from the beginning, so I create my own file titled Link. The game works pretty well, except for one small glitch: sometimes I’m called BEN instead of Link. But it doesn’t bother me, so I ignore it. I get rather absorbed in the game, and before I know it, I’m hours into the game. I’m starting to get rather bored of it, so I decide to try something new: the “4th Day” glitch. I had tried to do it before a few times in the past, but I could never get the timing right. I head to the astronomer’s tower and wait for the right time before looking in the telescope. Ah, I did it!

But when I exit the telescope, I find myself in the final boss’s arena, with Skull Kid floating above me. This wasn’t supposed to happen! But instead of getting creeped out, I actually get excited. I explore the arena, with Skull Kid always watching me. Eventually, a message pops up asking me if I want to go the lair of the temple’s boss. Curious, I don’t hesitate to press Yes. I’m teleported to a completely empty Clock Town. A reverse version of the Song of Healing is playing, making it sound like the song belongs in a horror game. In fact, it feels like I am playing a horror game. I love horror games! So I continue to explore this alternate Clock Town, a smile playing on my lips. Whatever this glitch is, I’m really enjoying it. I discover many horror game worthy moments, and the more I discover, the more excited I get.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this!” a voice says, startling me.

“Who’s there?” I ask without thinking, already searching the room for either a place to hide or a weapon to defend myself.

“I’m called Ben,” the voice replies with a snicker, and to my horror a person starts coming out of the T.V. I shriek and start crawling away from the boy who looks like Link. But suddenly he is looming over me, preventing me from moving any farther. He lifts my chin with his finger so I’m forced to look him in his blackened, bloody eyes. “See, this is the reaction I wanted.”

As I tremble beneath him, he inspects me closely. “You’re strange,” he tells me. “Normally, you humans are bothered by my alternate game reality. But you, you were enjoying it!” He chuckles at me, inching closer to me so that I can only see his eyes. “I like you. I think I’ll keep you around. It gets rather boring over here.” He gets off of me, allowing me to scramble to my feet.

I try to run to the door, but Ben appears to glitch in front of me, slamming the door shut. “What do you want from me?” I ask, on the verge of tears.

“Your company,” he tells me with a smirk. “You’re not leaving here any time soon.” Does he really only want my company? I can only hope so, and if that is the case, I need to be on my best behavior. I can be his friend if that means I can stay alive.

I used to wish video games could be real. I really wish I hadn’t.


Jeff the Killer:

    Where am I? I had gotten so distracted with searching the area that I unknowingly strayed from the forest trail. I search for the path, but to no avail. Now what am I to do? In the dark, it seems pointless to keep searching for the path, so I’m going to start looking for shelter and try again in the morning. Hey, maybe I’ll find something interesting! That’s what I’m here for, after all.  

    However, the dead silence is actually starting to get to me, so I start humming cheerfully to break the silence. I keep scanning the forest with my flashlight, but so far nothing has caught my eye. Ah, wait, I think I hear something! I stop humming and stay still so I can listen carefully. Somewhere in the forest, I hear something walking. My body tenses in response, but I try to keep calm. Most likely, it’s just a deer or something. But just in case, I crouch down and turn off my flashlight in hopes that I’ll be less visible to whatever is out there.  

    “I see you,” a voice sings in the dark. Shit, someone’s out there! Ok, I’d rather not fight, so it’s time to flee. I slow down my shaky breath and quietly edge towards the shadows. He claims he sees me, but I don’t see him. The moment I see him, I’ll bolt. “Where’re you going? You haven’t even introduced yourself yet!”

    Suddenly a person bursts out from the bushes, heading straight for me. I scream briefly as I jolt to my feet and run as fast as I can from him. But to my terror, he is rapidly catching up to me. There’s no way I’ll be able to outrun him! I spot a rock lying ahead of me, so I pick up speed and swoop down, rapidly picking it up as I run. I swivel around and throw the rock at him as hard I as can. It smashes straight into his face, causing him to stop in his tracks. I should keep running, I know I should keep running, but I can’t help but watch to see what happens next. The man raises a hand to his face, swiping away the blood leaking from his nose. He looks at me, then gives me a very wide, eerie smile. He licks the blood on his hand while he watches me.

“Not bad,” he tells me. I shudder at the sight of him, at the tone of his voice, then I rapidly start running away from him. As I’m running, I keep searching for anything else I can use as a weapon.

“Ah!” I scream as I trip against a tree root that had been concealed by leaves and shadows. I thud heavily against the ground, the forest debris scratching me as I skid against it. I feel a hand grip my jacket, and I’m flipped around so I’m face to face with my pursuer.

“Hi, I’m Jeff, and you are?” he asks me with his wide grin, proceeding to pin me to the ground.

“Please don’t!” I sob, wriggling under him to try and release his grip, but he holds me firmly.

He reaches into his his hoodie and pulls out a knife. He brings the tip of the knife to my chest, twirling it around against my skin. “I asked you for your name,” he says more firmly.

“[f/n],” I say quietly as tears leak from my eyes. He brings a thumb to my face, wiping away my tears. He brings his thumb to his mouth and licks the tears, eying me all the while. He brings his face close to mine, inspecting me.

“Hmm,” he hums, then breaks into a grin. His scarred, horrific grin. “You have quite the arm, [f/n]! Got me real good with that rock.” He fiddles with a strand of my hair as he continues to look me over. I hold my breath as I anxiously watch him to see what he’ll do. “Quite interesting that you fought back. Usually people keep running from me. I like you!” Suddenly, he pinches the edges of my lips and forces me to smile. His eyes glint with a strange emotion as tells me, “And you look great with a smile.”

I whimper slightly at his touch, certain that I’ll either be raped, killed, or both. But to my surprise, he gets off of me. However, he grips my hand tightly as he lifts me to my feet, preventing me from escaping. As he drags me along with him, I hesitantly ask him, “W-where are you taking me?”

“Home,” he replies. He turns to me with a smirk. “I want to show off to the guys the treasure I found today.” I’m starting to feel nauseous. He has friends? What is going to happen to me?

I don’t know, but I can only hope that the fact he considers me his ‘treasure’ means he isn’t planning to kill me. I give him a shaky smile in hopes of appeasing him.

Please, I don’t want to die.


Ticci Toby:

Welp, I’m undeniably lost. For what feels like hours now, I have been searching for either the path or shelter. And with my luck, it seems I can’t find either one. I’m starting to feel cold, so I guess I’ll just build a fire to warm up. Sleeping on the ground won’t be that bad, I guess, as long as it doesn’t rain. I can’t see the sky due to the cover of the trees, but I doubt it’s gonna rain, so I should be good. I start gathering various branches and dry foliage, piling it all together until I feel like there is enough. I zip open my bookbag and start digging for my lighter. Once I find it, I light a branch, the flames slowly spreading until eventually I have a small fire going.

Ah, that’s much better. I settle down on the ground, holding up my hands close to the fire to feel its radiating warmth.

“Hey there, Lyra!” a voice suddenly calls right beside me.

I squeak in surprise and jump away from the man who showed up out of nowhere. “Who are you?” I blurt out as I scramble away.

He laughs at me as  he settles on the ground. “I’m your brother! Quit messing around,” he replies, his head twitching as he talks.

I stare at him in confusion, debating in my head if I should run or if I should try to talk things out. His head keeps twitching, and I can’t make out his facial expressions with the smiling mask and goggles he is wearing, but he seems friendly enough. He is casually warming his hands by the fire, as if he is a friend of mine. I don’t sense immediate danger, so I decide to talk things out. “I’m not your sibling,” I inform him.

Suddenly he inches closer to me so he can see me better. Confusion clouds his eyes as he stares at me. “Who are you? I don’t have any siblings.” What? But he just called himself my brother!  

“I’m [f/n],” I tell him.

He scratches his twitching head. “[f/n], huh,” he repeats. He looks at me again, and suddenly he jumps to his feet. “Who are you?” he shouts.

I jump to my feet when I sense anger rolling off of him. I suddenly notice that he has two hatchets clipped to his jeans. I’m not sticking around, there is something clearly wrong with this guy! I swirl around and dash away from him, and the sound of stomping feet alerts me that he is chasing after me.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he screams at me, and I don’t bother making sense of his words. I just need to focus on outrunning him! But suddenly, something whizzes past me, barely missing my head, and buries itself into a tree in front of me. He threw a hatchet at me! Oh God, he still has another one! I just barely missed getting hit the first time!

I can’t keep running, or I just may get hit. So I toss myself to the ground, causing the man to trip over me. As he thuds against the ground, I jump on top of him and pin him down. I try to clip off the hatchet with my trembling hands, and for once, luck is on my side. I manage to get the hatchet off of him, and raise it threateningly. He stares at me in confusion again, and mutters, “[f/n]?”

“Who are you?” I ask him angrily.

“Ah, I’m Ticci Toby, you can just call me Toby though!” he says cheerfully.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Ok, Toby, I’m going to get up. If you try anything, I’ll chop you with this hatchet,” I tell him. He nods in affirmation, so I slowly get off of him with the hatchet raised. He slowly gets on his feet as I back away from him, refusing to take my eyes off of him.

“Well, it was nice meeting y-,” he starts, then suddenly lunges at me. I scream and swing the hatchet, but he swiftly dodges it and yanks it from my hand. He tosses it to the ground, then pulls me into his arms. He hugs me tightly, so tightly I can feel his heart beating rapidly against me.

“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you,” he says, sounding genuinely kind. “I’m sorry I scared you, I tend to have mood swings.” I say nothing as he holds me, too scared that he’ll suddenly flip again. He pulls away and takes my hand, tugging me with him. He picks up his hatchet and pulls the other out of the tree, re-clipping them back onto his jeans. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Home?” I ask him, my voice shaking. “You know where I live?”

“No, silly!” he responds. “My home! Well, now it’s your home, too.”

“What do you mean?” I squeak out.

“You’re going to live with me and my family from now on!” he says happily.

What should I do? I don’t think arguing is a good idea, he’ll just snap again. So for now, I’ll play along. I nod at him silently and obediently allow him to lead me to a manor.

I’ll escape as soon as I can, or else I’m surely doomed.


Eyeless Jack:

    Um, where am I? I glance around to find that I have no idea where the path is. I was too lost in my daydreams, and this is what happens. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Well, I don’t even know which direction I came from now, so backtracking is a no go. I guess I’ll just roam around and hope I’ll find shelter.

I keep on walking for what feels like forever, yet I find no shelter. Great, just great. I don’t have much time to be depressed, however, when I hear some rustling in the distance. What is that? I stay still and listen attentively, but the noise stops. I guess it was just an animal. I keep on walking, when suddenly I hear something above me. I look up, and somebody jumps from a tree, landing in front of me.

I scream shrilly as I find myself face to face with a blue mask and eyeless sockets. My body kicks in faster than my mind, for I find myself running away from whoever that man is. I can’t hear him chasing after me, so I quickly glance behind me to see if he is still there. Except I should of been looking where I was going. Suddenly there is no ground, and I’m falling through the air. I tumble down the cliff, my head banging roughly against rocks. When I hit solid ground, the world is spinning around me. Is that…is that my blood? A fuzzy figure appears beside me, his head titled curiously.

“No,” I moan to the blue masked man. “Please.” But I can say no more, for the world dulls to blackness.


    I moan slightly as I awake, my hand cradling my aching head. Where am I? The world starts to come into focus, and the smell of antiseptics invades my nostrils. I find myself laying on a surgeon’s table in a room filled with medical equipment. My hand brushes against rough fabric wrapped around my head. It seems someone treated me while I was knocked out. Who?

    “Hello,” a soft, raspy voice greets me. I jump a bit, startled. I search for the source of the voice, and find him sitting in a chair.

“You!” I scream, jumping off the table. The blue masked man! He calmly watches me, yet makes no move towards me. I quickly pick up a scalpel that was laying on a table, the nearest object I could I grab. “Who are you?” I ask, raising the scalpel threateningly.

“Jack,” he says, his voice eerily quiet. He’s blocking the only exit, so there is no getting past him.

“Please, let me go,” I beg of him.

He watches me silently, but eventually speaks up. “That wound on your head needs constant treatment, or it will get infected.”

I reach up and prod the bandage. “Were you the one who treated me?” I ask. He nods. “Why?”

“I’m not sure,” he replies. “You were bleeding, bound to die. But I didn’t want that to happen. I know a lot about the medical field, so I treated you. You needed stitches.” I shudder at the image of him threading my skin. “Your treatment is not complete.” He stands up, slowly moving towards me.

“Stay back!” I scream, but he doesn’t listen. I start slashing at him with the scalpel, but he doesn’t even flinch. He roughly grabs my wrist, stopping my wild slashing. He forces the scalpel out of my hand and drags me back to the surgeon’s table.

“Rest,” he orders. “I won’t hurt you.” He backs away from me, muttering, “Good night,” before shutting the door. I jump up and desperately turn the handle, but it’s locked. Trembling, I collapse back onto the table. What am I going to do? I eye the medical equipment surrounding me, shuddering at the thoughts of what he could do to me. I press my cheek against the cold metal and tightly shut my eyes.

Please let this all be a dream.

Shook | T'Challa Imagine

T'Challa x Person of Color

Oh God so much suspense in the beginning but major fluff in the end. Enjoy!

Originally posted by the-return-of-round-n-brown

12:47 am

“T'Challa.” I shook the man beside me as I kept hearing that noise again. It was odd but it felt as if someone was in my house. I shook him again, I shook the man who I was counting on right now to protect me even more than I could protect myself. Having a broken arm was a bummer. “I think there’s someone in the house.”

I pat the warrior on the cheek and said again, “T'Challa,” in a heavy whisper filled with paranoia and panic. Finally his eyes opened and he sat up quickly when he saw how my eyes were wide and my chest was rising and falling in a irregular pattern. We both used gestures to communicate and once we heard the same noise T'Challa climbed out of bed while I took the slugger bat I kept just in case from beside the nightstand.

T'Challa wanted me to stay in the room and wait for him I could tell just by how he was simply so dominant in our relationship, he was the alpha male and alpha males always protected their mate. Only this time I didn’t care about whether I had no formal training in combat, or that I was short and weak. All I cared about was getting the bastard who was invading my property.

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“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader) 

A/N:  This is a long one, probably the longest so far? I’m not sure. I think this is the hardest I’ve worked on for an imagine too. It’s intense but very fun to write, quite a challenge but I hope you like this and feel the intensity I think I wrote (keyword: THINK lol). It would be great to hear feedback from you guys! hehe Hope you enjoy!

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THIRD DAY (7th Sunday of Easter or transferred Ascension)

Thou, of all consolers best, Visiting the troubled breast, Dost refreshing peace bestow.

The Gift of Piety
The gift of Piety begets in our hearts a filial affection for God as our most loving Father. It inspires us to love and respect for His sake persons and things consecrated to Him, as well as those who are vested with His authority, His Blessed Mother and the Saints, the Church and its visible Head, our parents and superiors, our country and its rulers. He who is filled with the gift of Piety finds the practice of his religion, not a burdensome duty, but a delightful service. Where there is love, there is no labor.

Come, O Blessed Spirit of Piety, possess my heart. Enkindle therein such a love for God, that I may find satisfaction only in His service, and for His sake lovingly submit to all legitimate authority. Amen.

Our Father and Hail Mary ONCE.
Glory be to the Father SEVEN TIMES.

Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit
On my knees I before the great multitude of heavenly witnesses I offer myself, soul and body to You, Eternal Spirit of God. I adore the brightness of Your purity, the unerring keenness of Your justice, and the might of Your love. You are the Strength and Light of my soul. In You I live and move and am. I desire never to grieve You by unfaithfulness to grace and I pray with all my heart to be kept from the smallest sin against You. Mercifully guard my every thought and grant that I may always watch for Your light, and listen to Your voice, and follow Your gracious inspirations. I cling to You and give myself to You and ask You, by Your compassion to watch over me in my weakness. Holding the pierced Feet of Jesus and looking at His Five Wounds, and trusting in His Precious Blood and adoring His opened Side and stricken Heart, I implore You, Adorable Spirit, Helper of my infirmity, to keep me in Your grace that I may never sin against You. Give me grace O Holy Spirit, Spirit of the Father and the Son to say to You always and everywhere, “Speak Lord for Your servant heareth.” Amen.

Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit
O Lord Jesus Christ Who, before ascending into heaven did promise to send the Holy Spirit to finish Your work in the souls of Your Apostles and Disciples, deign to grant the same Holy Spirit to me that He may perfect in my soul, the work of Your grace and Your love. Grant me the Spirit of Wisdom that I may despise the perishable things of this world and aspire only after the things that are eternal, the Spirit of Understanding to enlighten my mind with the light of Your divine truth, the Spirit on Counsel that I may ever choose the surest way of pleasing God and gaining heaven, the Spirit of Fortitude that I may bear my cross with You and that I may overcome with courage all the obstacles that oppose my salvation, the Spirit of Knowledge that I may know God and know myself and grow perfect in the science of the Saints, the Spirit of Piety that I may find the service of God sweet and amiable, and the Spirit of Fear that I may be filled with a loving reverence towards God and may dread in any way to displease Him. Mark me, dear Lord with the sign of Your true disciples, and animate me in all things with Your Spirit. Amen.


This is long, so I apologize for that. I’ve never had to tell this story with enough detail to actually explain it all the way, but it is true and it happened when I was about 6 years old.

In a quiet room if you press your ear against a pillow you can hear your heartbeat. As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor, and so as a kid almost every night – just as I was about to drift off to sleep – I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified.

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“ A Josh dun imagine where the reader gets to go backstage at a tøp concert cuz Josh saw her and wanted to have a good time (if y'know what I mean ;)) and after they’re done there’s some fluff and Tyler walks in and has no idea about what happened (lil daddy kink in there)”
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My chest tightened and excitement flooded my body as I saw the large white curtain drop and the soft red lights went out and the screams of adoring clique members filled the world’s most famous arena, Madison Square Garden. Purple lights flashed and shot across the packed stadium accompanied by the beginning of ‘Fairly Local/Heavydirtysoul’. When I had arrived to the venue, I had strategically planned to be barricade at the second stage. So when the lights when all the lights went out and I heard the beginning to ‘ode to sleep’ my hands began shaking as I saw movement on the small stage in front of me. Suddenly, as if out of the shadows, none other than Joshua Dun was standing right in front of me, leaning down and staring directly at me. My heart tightened and I cheered along with the people surrounding me. Just before they began their song ‘The Pantaloon’, Josh removed his skeleton hoodie and his sweat covered back was just feet away from me. My mind was quickly filled with less than pure thoughts as I watched his back muscles move with every hit of the drums. Tyler stopped for a second and began talking, telling us a quick story about his grandmother, and Josh started to look around until we made eye contact. I felt the heat rush to my face and he sent me a half smile before turning away and talking to a stage hand. The show continued on and just as ‘goner’ came to an end I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw that very same stage hand that Josh had spoken to before. He leaned over to my ear and spoke loud enough for me to hear over the people chanting for one more song. “It’s your lucky day miss, the band has requested you to come backstage after the show. That is if you’d like to of course.” My eyes widened and I nodded quickly. He gave me a smile and nodded before speaking again “Just wait here after the last song and I’ll come get you.” I nodded again and thanked him. Suddenly I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. Why did they want me to come back there? What did they want? What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m weird? I quickly pushed the thoughts to the side as I remembered who I was talking about. They are probably the sweetest people to ever exist. Tyler gave a heartwarming speech that easily brought tears to my eyes and then began to sing ‘Trees’. I sang along and all too soon there was confetti raining down and Tyler and Josh were bowing down, both smiling like crazy and covered in sweat. I watched as people rushed out, hoping to avoid traffic (like that was ever going to happen in New York). I stayed next to the barricade and smiled waving to people I recognized from Twitter and Instagram accounts. About 15 minutes later just about everyone was gone except for a few lurkers and the staff who began the cleaning up process. I smiled as I saw the man from earlier walking in my direction. “Hey! Let’s head backstage, yeah?” I nodded following and smiling like crazy. “Oh! I’m Steven by the way” I smiled and told him my name, making polite chit chat as we made our way through the crowds of venue workers and security as well as people that travel with Tyler and Josh. “Okay! So this is Josh’s dressing room, he told me to have you wait here while he talks to some people and showers quickly, shouldn’t be longer than 10 minutes! Help yourself to any snacks or whatever and make yourself at home.” I smiled and thanked him before he walked off, closing the door behind him. I walked around the dressing room, trailing my fingers over a large table with a pile of folded up clothes that I can only assume he was wearing before the show. I ran my fingers gently over the material and smiled to myself. This is real. This is really happening. I walked over to the large couch and sat down, trying to steady my breathing and calm my nerves when I heard that unmistakable laugh come from the hallway “Yeah I’ll catch you later dude!” I stood up quickly and the door opened a second later to reveal none other than a wet, pink haired, shirtless, Josh Dun. He smiled at me and closed the door. “Hey, you actually came!” I rolled my eyes internally at that. well duh you’re josh dun. He giggled and his tongue poked out from between his tiger growl teeth. “Yes that is my name” My eyes widened and my face heated up at that. “Did I say that out loud?” He continued giggling and nodded. “So all I know so far is that my name is Josh Dun, you like my band, and you’re very beautiful. Care to tell me more?” My face heated up even more from that but I focused on speaking without stuttering. “What do you want to know?” He raised an eyebrow at that “Maybe your name for starters.” I laughed and sat down, nodding for him to come sit. I told him my name and he asked different questions about me, how old I am, what other music do I listen to, if i’m in school and what I’m studying, stuff like that. Eventually I decided it was my turn to ask a question. “So Josh, I’ve told you everything you want to know, my turn.” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked. “Okay princess. What do you want to know?” That threw me off for sure and suddenly making a sentence seemed impossible to me. “I….uh…. Why did… I…” I cleared my throat and slowed my breathing again. I looked up at him and he sat there smirking at me, obviously enjoying the effect he had. “Why did you invite me backstage? Out of everyone in that venue why me?” He leaned back into the couch but kept eye contact, the smirk never falling from his C major lips. “Because you were so intoxicating that even in just the few short seconds that I saw you, I knew I had to experience you for myself.” Now it was my turn to quirk an eyebrow. “Experience me? What exactly does that mean?” He let out a low chuckle and sat forward just inches away from my face and whispered “What do you want it to mean?”

A/N: Obviously there was no smut in this chapter but I know exactly what Josh means (; I’ll be posting part two tomorrow. aaaannnd maybe just maaaaybe part 4 to new girl *eyes emoji* *im on my computer*

I came to You, but stood outside Your door.

How can I enter, I thought, when I am I and You are You?

My feet stood firm, but my heart was fluttering against its cage of bone, ready to desert the body and entrap itself in the decorative metal cage.

Be still, be still, I begged it. My heart wanted nothing more but to unite with the Blessed Ones. 

Forgive me, forgive me, I whispered. I have corrupted you. My own hands have enveloped you with darkness. How can impurity enter the house of the Pure?

My eyes glistened, the tears softly falling upon the earth. What have I done, what have I done?

I closed my eyes and lowered my head in shame; then I was embraced by a brilliant Light.

Come to Us, come to Us—it spoke to me without words.

Have We not invited you here? My body was shaking and the tears turned to sobs.

Peace be upon Our tired guest. What a journey you have travelled. Come rest a while, by this Divine light We will illuminate your heart and soothe what is broken.

The world around me faded. A path was made before me and my feet walked towards the blessed cage—a magnetic pull bringing me towards the ornate silver. 

Peace be upon you oh Purified Household, I managed to choke out between the sobs.

My hand gently touched the blessed dhareeh. This connection. It was dreamlike. I was surrounded by Light, by Light upon Light, and my heart was finally at peace.

In neon nights
with c1 lights
I find myself breathing in
for the first time in weeks
Running barefoot
bare armed
over fences
across streets
my eyes are blinking
green green green
your eyes are stoplights
red and dead
but promise me
there’s more to come
the streets shine
so black they’re white
I love the lights
this is right
i am alive
slightly buzzed
the streetlights hum
my favourite song
my feet are cold
my heart is thawing
oh darling
i am alive
in these neon nights
i’ve never shone
so bright
—  Mt // leaving the bar early was the best decision we’ve ever made
Be Careful

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman Imagine based on Lightweight by Demi Lovato as requested by @lovatolowman23 as well as request number 8 for MM7. I hope you all enjoy! This imagine if rated M for adult themes.

Be Careful


The slightest words you said
Have all gone to my head
I hear angels sing in your voice
When you pull me close
Feelings I’ve never known
They mean everything
And leave me no choice
Light on my heart, light on my feet
Light in your eyes I can’t even speak
Do you even know how you make me weak

I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart


Her finger tips trace the smiley face tattoos that dance on his skin, listening as he talks, the sound of his voice a rumble in his chest. She doesn’t know how many people know this side of him, if she had to guess it’s not many, how she got so lucky, she doesn’t know and she isn’t going to question it, much anyway.

“Maybe I should move in with you,” the words Happy speaks catch her so far off guard that her head pops up from his chest so she can stare at him.

“What?” she asks blinking owlishly in wonder. They’ve been together for just shy of six months, hell, he’s only just now begun really introducing her to the club.

“It would just be easier,” he says peering down at her, “I’m there all the time, besides my dorm doesn’t exactly offer as much privacy as I’d like.” And with a laugh I have to agree.

It was just a few mornings ago that a prospect walked in on them having sex, and while she couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, Happy looked ready to kill.

“You should be careful Mr. Lowman,” she murmurs pushing herself up so her lips are a whisper from his.

“Oh? Why’s that?” he asks a hand sliding down her back to rest possessively on her ass.

“I just might fall in love with you…”


Make a promise, please
You’ll always be in reach
Just in case I need
You there when I call
This is all so new
Seems too good to be true
Could this really be
A safe place to fall
Light on my heart, light on my feet
Light in your eyes I can’t even speak
Do you even know how you make me weak, oh whoa?

I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling down


The storm rages; so loud she can barely hear herself think and the wind, so fierce, rattles the doors and windows. She usually loves a good storm, thrives on them actually, but here she is cowering on the couch, worrying after him. The storm is uncharacteristic for Charming, for California really, and it’s that fact that has anxiety coursing through her at the thought of Happy out in the storm on his bike which is why she’s praying that he got her text telling him to just keep his ass at the clubhouse until the worst of it passes.

A loud clap of thunder booms overhead followed closely by a flash of light that floods the room and then complete darkness as every light goes out.

She gives herself a moment to settle before getting to her feet and while she lights candles the front door slaps open and slams shut. Fear fills her as she searches for the closest thing she can use as a weapon, and with her hand closing over her fruit bowl she’s ready to cause as much bodily harm as possible if she has to.

But on the next flash of lightning she recognizes the form walking towards her.

“Happy,” his name comes out in a rush as she sets the bowl down and launching herself into his arms she overlooks the fact that he’s soaking wet as her legs circle his waist, arms linking around his neck. “What the hell were you thinking riding in this?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you alone in this,” he says as his lips find hers and when he circles her towards their room she presses her lips to his ear.

“You’ve done it now Lowman,” she whispers pressing her lips to the spot behind his ear that she knows makes him go a little wake, “I’m in love with you….”


Drowned in your love
It’s almost all too much
Handle with care
Say you’ll be there

Oh, I’m a lightweight
Better be careful what you say
With every word I’m blown away
You’re in control of my heart
I’m a lightweight
Easy to fall, easy to break
With every move my whole world shakes
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart
Keep me from falling apart, oh
Falling apart



The Goddess is Alive

Moon shines down upon a sea of Light, Shifting sands lay singing in the Heart of the Night. I looked upon a scene that gripped me to the core, White-clad maidens below were dancing on the shore.

Sweet sounds slipped from moon-lit throats, Wind whipped hair abound, Lit by the light within and without, The Women circled ‘round.

As I stood, water engulfed my feet, My body swayed to your Heavenly Heart beat. Wind and wave and fire light, Paled in my mind Earthly delight.

Time slipped by me as you held your embrace, And windblown spray covered my face. Protected deep within your Womb, I could feel the tender pain of Life’s bloom.

Candles flared high as the Dance progressed, Deep inside with a healing touch you blessed. All around, wind, wave and fire shouted of your life, Your light speared deep within, soothing my strife.

Divine Mother, Goddess of Light, To you I come seeking protection from the night. Come home to shelter within your arm, Surrounded by Love, hidden from harm.

Holy Mother, Queen of Heaven and Earth, From you we all trace our Birth. Heavenly Goddess, light from above, Shine down upon us, we pray for your Love.

—–Author Unknown

Found in, Witches of the

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