like last night I was trying to sleep

“Hey, Dean. Have you seen,” Sam started, but promptly started choking as Dean walked by him.

“Dude. You smell like sex. You didn’t bring a random girl back to the bunker, did you?” Sam pleaded, trying desperately not to cover his nose.

“Not random. Nope,” Dean responded as he crossed the kitchen.

“Speaking of girls, you seen Y/N? She didn’t sleep in her room last night. She must’ve been enjoying her unattached drifter Christmas too,” Sam chuckled.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam before answering. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. And she most certainly was,” Dean smirked to himself, heading for the coffee.

“Man. You didn’t?” Sam asked.

“Oh I did. Have you seen that girl? I’m pretty sure I love her,” Dean confessed.

“Love?” Sam scoffed.

“What?” Dean shrugged, reaching for the coffee pot.

Just then you stepped into the doorway in nothing but one of Dean’s button ups.

“Mornin’,” you yawned, stretching your hands above your head.

Dean turned to look at you at the same time Sam lifted is head.

“Damn,” they both muttered.

Dean glared at Sam again before setting down his coffee and closing the gap between you.

“You look beautiful in that,” Dean said, grabbing his shirt and yanking you against him roughly. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

“I’m out of here,” Sam mumbled, slipping out the door.

You laughed and looked at Dean. “You’re all about those chick flick moments aren’t you Dean?” you teased as you held him close to you.

“Only when it comes to you, princess,” he confessed, looking into your eyes.

You held his gaze for a moment before he spoke again.

“Only me huh?” you retorted.

“I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic,” Dean shrugged.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

Dean practically growled as he hoisted you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Thought I did a pretty good job proving it last night, Y/N,” he rumbled, nipping at your neck as he pushed you against the wall. “But I’ve got no problem proving I love you again,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again.

You gasped at his words, but his lips swallowed yours before you could respond.

“No more unattached drifter Christmas?” you mocked as Dean carried you down the hall.

Dean chuckled, low in his throat.

“Only if it’s with you,” he growled, kicking his bedroom door shut and tossing you on the bed.

“Deal,” you agreed as he crawled over you once more, a look of love and devotion crossing his face that you had missed last night.

As Dean’s lips met yours tenderly, you couldn’t help but think maybe he really did love you.

And you couldn’t wait for him to prove it.

Last night while trying to sleep I had this scene in my head. Maybe for season 12 or maybe next season, but I want Dean to find out somehow that Cas is truly in love with him, like make it known textually on the show, and for a whole episode or two, Dean struggles with this news, even though he kinda already knew, it’s like, solidified now, and what is making him panicky is that Cas knows he knows.

So we have Castiel a little sad maybe because he really didn’t want to reveal how he felt, but he did and it’s done, but he didn’t really get the response he had hoped for from Dean, so he’s just sitting alone on a bench, overlooking a lake as the sun is about to set. He’s deep in thought, with his squinted eyes and cute wrinkled brow, when Dean finally tracks him down. (that gps is a handy tool) 

He sits next to Cas, who just turns his head slightly to acknowledge the hunter’s presence. His hands are fidgeting in front of him, he knows it’s about to come - the “talk” about how these feelings are inappropriate and need to be dealt with if they want to remain friends. 

But Dean doesn’t speak right away, he just looks out at the lake and sighs. The silence is deafening, and Castiel swears he can now hear his own heartbeat, loud and hard in his chest. 

When Dean finally speaks, Castiel hesitantly looks his way, bracing himself for the inevitable blow that will surely break his heart into a million pieces. But something is different in how he played this out in his mind for the last hour. Dean is smiling, a nervous smile - you know the one he does when his mouth twitches, his lips quiver, and he exhales a few times before allowing himself to let any words come out. 

“You know, a very smart lady once asked me if I ever took the time to watch a sunset.”

Castiel isn’t sure where this conversation is going, so he just nods and offers a fragile smile, turning his attention back out to the shimmering water of the lake, that is now consuming the colors of the sun. 

“I guess I should, once in a while,” Dean adds, now bringing his hands in front of him and resting them between his thighs, a nervous gesture, for it’s not cold outside. He’s staring at Castiel now, and the angel all but chokes when he finally meets the hunter’s green gems, which are piecing through him as they always do. 

“Yes, it’s quite pleasant,” is all Castiel can say. 

They remain still with their eyes locked, as they’ve always done since they first met, but this time seems more intense. There has been a revelation, Dean knows he’s in love with him, and yet here he is, sitting by his side and making small talk. 

“She also told me to follow my heart.”

Castiel feels the air in his lungs escape as warm fingers reach for his and soon Dean is holding onto his hand, a side smile creeping up his face. “And I think it’s about time I do that too.”

While this is not even close to what Castiel was expecting, he gladly closes his fingers around Dean’s hand and squeezes. It’s hard to make an angel feel like he’s going to faint, or sweat, or even have a heart attack, but he feels all of it when Dean scoots even closer and smiles as he gazes out at the setting sun. 

For all the words his best friend lacks, he makes up for in his actions, and while he may not utter those three words back to Castiel, this here, right now, is all he needs. For this is the beginning of a new journey together. 

*staring at long list of homework/projects I’ve already committed to but haven’t worked on* maybe now’s the right time to try out Duolingo Hebrew


Originally posted by newdscamander

Request: about four requests, I’ll not write them all here.

Notes: Again I didn’t put all your requests to a tee but I liked it. 

Edited by: lindylou95

It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, and you and Newt were down in the case spending time with the creatures. As much as you enjoyed all the time spent with them, you closed your eyes and couldn’t help but try and remember the last time you got a good night sleep. You were helping Newt with his book, illustrating the creatures. And you loved it, you loved them. Hours were spent down in the case with them, especially Frank. He was to you like Pickett was too Newt, just a lot less clingy, but still very protective.

When you re-opened your eyes, Newt had moved away and it was now just you and frank. You were watching him as he bent down to check on something. You couldn’t see just what he was doing but you saw him smile. You quickly grabbed your sketchbook and subtly started to sketch him. As you drew the familiar lines of his body, you thought back to late last night when you drew him in a very similar position. The thought makes you yawn and you’re reminded of the lack of sleep you’re running on. All of the late nights working with the creatures at all hours of the night has been taxing your body and leaving you exhausted. It wasn’t healthy, and that’s why you internally promised yourself that you need to get to bed sooner tonight. 

 Frank trotted towards you laying his head on your lap.  You smiled and ran your hands through his feathers. He went around the back of you so you could lay on him and he put his wing around you protectively. You finished the last lines on the sketch deciding that you were too tired to make details a priority. You notice that Newt has wandered out of your sight, presumably into another biome. You figure you can get a little bit more work in, and look around seeing if you could spot Dougal to finish sketching. You can’t seem to locate him and as you stand up to go in search of him you suddenly feel alarmingly faint. You can’t catch yourself quick enough as you begin to fall. The last thing you hear before your eyes shut is the sound of your head hitting the ground.

You groaned once again, this time opening your eyes all the way. 

“You, Y/N, have been working yourself too hard recently. Look what’s happened, you’ve collapsed from exhaustion. Come on, we’re going to bed right now.” Newt rambled stuffing all of the pages back into your sketchbook. You lean to the side to see what it is he’s messing with.

 “My sketchbook!” You shrieked embarrassed because you know that he must have seen all of the sketches of himself.

 “Oh, don’t blush. I’ve already seen them.” He said blushing as well when you tried to grab the book. “A-and I think you’ve drawn m-me very pretty. I m-mean beautiful. No! H-handsome. Handsome. You’ve drawn me far more handsome than I am.” He finished, bashfully.

 “Oh don’t blush.” You quipped repeating the line he just used on you. “It’s the way I see you.” You quietly admitted. He looked away, blushing even harder. You smiled at him, and he returned the gesture and leaned to grab your hand.

 “Well, I’d say it’s time for you to go and get some sleep.” He said as he began to walk you toward the stairs. Sketchbook tucked safely under his arm.

 “Only if you’re coming too.” You replied grabbing onto his arm and resting your head against his shoulder. 

 “Of course, love.” He said while leaning down to kiss the crown of your head. You blushed and leaned into him even more. Even though the two of you have been together for nearly two years, he could still make you blush with just a few words. 

 You climbed out of the case and made your way to the bedroom. You left Newt to get ready for bed while you climbed straight under the covers. After he had gotten into his night clothes and turned off all of the lights, he climbed in beside you and pulled you close. You wrapped your arms around him and sneakily pressed your fingers into the skin of his hips, making him squirm. 

He smirked at your giggling form and quickly reached down to tickled the back of your knees. You squealed and tried to roll away. As soon as he stopped you attacked his most sensitive spot, the back of his neck. He shrieked and quickly covered his mouth with embarrassment. You giggled softly and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand that was still on his lips. He removed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. You smiled and pulled his cheeks towards you and planted a kiss on his lips. 

“Sleep, now. As much as I want to kiss you, you need sleep. I love you, now rest, beautiful.” He said, pulling you in to him again. 

 “I love you too.” You smiled.

“I never meant to hurt you...”

Back at it again with the prompts

  1. I will stay right here until forever, if that’s what it takes, begging for your forgiveness
  2. it was like everything was in slow-motion, and I could do nothing but watch the betrayal wash across your face
  3. I couldn’t fall into sleep last night, images of you pressed onto the inside of my eyelids
  4. these years apart I have never felt as if I were truly living
  5. I didn’t understand you as well as I thought I did
  6. my mother always said that I was the bull in a china shop, unknowing of how delicate something could be
  7. I was trying to forget you, but it never works
  8. I love you, yet hate you at the same time, for ever believing that you could trust me
  9. it had been loud, hot, the air seemed to be vibrating. I didn’t think of the consequences
  10. I will leave a gift for you to wake up to every day until you realise how much I love you
  11. you can’t believe how many times I have replayed that moment again and again, imagining all the things I could have done differently to change the end result
  12. I have a million excuses ready to fall from my tounge but none of them are worthy of you
  13. I’m sorry that this is the way my brain has been taught to react to the things I love
  14. I didn’t think you loved me back
  15. at the time it felt like I had no other choice, but I still should never have done that to you
  16. I feel guilty for hurting this much when I know how uncomparable it is to your agony
  17. every breath I take feels as if it’s full of shattered glass, staring at your body lying engulfed in white, so small, so pale
  18. it was meant to be nothing more than a harmless joke
  19. I should have listened to you
  20. there’s a reason why I’ve always been afraid of how easily my body slips into a fight
  21. You say that it’s fine, but it’s not
  22. I will give you one flower for every single tear that  you shed
  23. I feel like it should be raining, or some dramtic shit like that. Yet the sun continues to shine brightly, out of spite. It reminds me of you
  24. please wake up
  25. I lost myself in the heat of the moment, I lost you
  26. you have every right to leave me right here, all I want you to know is that I never stopped loving you
  27. my life is yours

Vanoss and Del have been together a while,
one day child!Evan just pop out for no reason…
hope u like this (°ཀ°) I can’t stop………..   in Pixiv

I couldn’t sleep last night, because my cats are assholes, whatever. Anyway.

All I have is this:

A drunk Bucky clutches a McDonalds bag to his chest. Under his breath, he keeps repeating “I have 36 chicken nuggets. That means I’m a good person.” And Sam is trying to keep him upright, which Bucky appreciates because Sam is warm and handsome and Bucky is lucky to have such handsome friends and Bucky is lucky to have 36 chicken nuggets.

“You’re like chicken nuggets.” He slurs to Sam. Sam quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Cos I love chicken nuggets and I love you.” He pauses. “I would give you my chicken nugget children. All of them.”

He tries to hand Sam the bag, but when Sam goes to take it, Bucky finds he can’t let go.

“Nooooo, don’t take my chicken nuggets.” He whines.

“You are giving off some very mixed signals here.” Sam says, because he is Responsible™ and has not had half as much to drink as Bucky.

“You are giving off signals too.” Bucky manages.

“Oh really.”

“Uh huh.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“You’re really pretty and I wanna kiss your face sometimes but you don’t want to kiss mine.” Bucky is very proud that he gets the sentence out in one go. He’s like Shakespeare. Fuck yeah.

“I suppose in that way, at least I differ from the nuggets.” Sam thinks aloud.

“I bet you taste good like nuggets.”

“Is… is that a cannibal thing or a sex thing because… I’m concerned.”

Bucky stumbles and giggles. Sam hoists him upright again.

“Not a cannibal Sam. Sammity Sam Sam. Saaaaaaaam.”

“Okay, it’s a sex thing. Good to know.”

Bucky leers. Or tries to. He sort of looks vaguely constipated.

“Sam I want to go to bed now. You can come too. That’d be really good actually.”

“You are going to bed. Alone. And if in the morning you remember any of this, we will Talk.” Sam promises.

Sam guides Bucky to his room, where Bucky faceplates elegantly (not so much) on the bed like an intoxicated starfish. His nose rumples against the pillow and before long, snores not dissimilar to whale song start to fill the room. Sam stands in the doorway and watches for a moment and considers his life choices.


The next morning, Sam wakes up to find Bucky jabbing at the microwave whilst cradling his head.

“Question.” Sam says.

“No questions, only silence.” Bucky whimpers.

“Okay, but are you by any chance reheating chicken nuggets right now because that’s probably a bad idea.”

“If they kill me then it will be a welcome relief.” Bucky groans.

“You’re my favourite undead hot mess.” Sam smiles fondly.

“That’s why I love you. For the compliments.”

“You were pretty full of them yourself last night.” Sam hints.

“If you’re going to be mean can you do it later because I might actually vomit.”

“Why would I be mean?” Sam asks, genuinely.

“Because I had Feelings and you don’t have Feelings and now it’s Awkward.” Bucky mumbles and Sam can hear the capital letters at the beginning of the words.

“Bucky, you smell like a brewery and I still have Feelings. Is that Feelings-y enough for you?”


The microwave interrupts them with a shrill set of beeps.

“I die.” Bucky declares, squeezing his eyes shut.

“If you don’t die, I’d take you out to get proper food and maybe even dig out my secret stash of painkillers.”

“Greasy food?”


“Will you hold my hand?”

“You’re not great at this are you?”

“I am fragile, Sam. Now is not the time for mocking. Now is the time for comforting.”

“I will hold your hand.” Sam promises.




“I think you’re even better than nuggets.”

“You’d be surprised how often I hear that.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“You make it so easy.”

Bucky pouts, his plump bottom lip sticking out in such a way Sam just can’t resist. He leans forward and presses a kiss there. Bucky returns the kiss in earnest, before breaking away.



“You taste as good as I thought you would.”

“Oh my god.”

Bucky grins. Sam tries hard to keep his face neutral, but Bucky feels the slight squeeze of Sam’s fingers wrapped around his, and smiles wider.

I was trying to sleep last night but all I could think about how “Andorian” is so close to the Swedish word for “Butts” (Ändor). It’s like “Buttsian”. 

It seemed very funny at the time. 

Creepypasta #1025: Stare

Length: Short

It’s everyone’s worst nightmare; waking up in the middle of the night to find somebody watching you intensely while you sleep.

This happened to me. I should’ve been scared when I saw the man staring at me from across the room, but surprisingly, I found myself annoyed. Typical sexist male behavior; preying on the innocent woman as she slumbers.

He stared at me for a number of minutes. I stared straight back.

Finally, I broke the silence. 

“Why are you staring at me like that? You filthy pig. Take a picture; it’ll last longer.”

He swallowed hard. “Sorry, I’m just trying to figure out how you got into my house.”

Credits to: meberoxanne

My sister, Jessica there, caught me and I ended up like this… I’m sure she’s satisfied!

It’s my fault, I guess. We can look identical since we’re twins as long as we try. Well, I was trying and I ended up sleeping with her boyfriend- a couple times. I didn’t mean to, really! He mistook me for her one night and… I got carried away.

He was so amazing though! I couldn’t help myself, I’d let him think I was her any day if he’d fuck me like that again~

This last time was the best by far! I’d went over to his house, dressed up in Jessica’s cloths. He let me in and we talked for a little bit about her volleyball team- I had to make some stuff up but he didn’t notice.

Finally we were both getting ready. Before I knew it we were making out. I got up to go to his bed room but I guess he was too excited to wait because he actually bent me right over his kitchen island and pulled my black yoga pants down.

He grabbed my hips and slammed in like he was in heat! It was fantastic. God, it was so sexy- he kept groaning about how sexy I was and how much tighter I felt than usual, moaning Jessica’s name as he pounded me. And he’s big too! I couldn’t believe Jess could take his thick, eight inch shaft so easy, I had to work not to moan to loudly.

He pressed down on me, leaning over me as he pounded me into the counter! It felt so good, I loved it so much~

Before long I could feel him twitching and pulsing, signalling he was almost done. I sighed a little, he always pulled out. I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I wanted it to go on forever. But… he just kept slamming into me, pounding deeper.

I tried to look back and as what he was doing but before I could he slammed in, balls deep and started to pump the thickest load of cum right into my womb! I panicked knowing his cum was meant for Jessica, not me, but couldn’t stop him. I just listened to him groaning as he unloaded, as if he’d wanted to breed me all along!

Finally he pulled out, but not before leaving my belly full of hot cum… I moaned, pulling my cloths on as he waved good by.

It turns out, Jess found out! And she told her boyfriend, the next time they had sex, she’d be safe so he could finish in her. That sneaky little-!
…Ugh, I guess I deserve it. But now I have to live with his baby swelling my belly up for nine months. And every time she sees me, she rubs my belly and asks how I liked her boyfriend with a laugh.

That’s what I get, I guess…

The One With the T-shirt

so I attempted to write an Irish accent in this one? It was…different and a little bit of a nightmare. I just want to say thanks for all your kind words on my last imagine, yall are great. and also this is another break up au

Finn Balor x Reader

“we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like an cocky asshole the whole time so I stalked off to only realize I’m wearing your shirt”

Keep reading

Sick day rp starters
  • Here, take some medicine.
  • I got you something for your head.
  • Want me to make you some soup?
  • I made you something to eat, c’mon, at least try it.
  • How’re you feeling?
  • You don’t look so good, maybe you should sit down.
  • Did you sleep at all last night? You look like hell.
  • Yeah, you’re burning up. Lay down, I’ll get you some medicine. 
  • Gross! You got puke on my shoes.
  • If you’re going to vomit at least do it away from me.
  • Just sleep, you need it. I’ll still be here when you wake up.
  • Don’t worry about getting me sick, I’ll be fine. 
  • Nope, you’re going back to bed. Shoo. Go.
  • You’re not leaving the house like this, we’ll reschedule our plans.
  • Cover your mouth when you cough, geeze. 
  • Me: I'm so tired
  • NT: aw why? :(
  • Me: couldn't sleep last night again
  • NT: well I think you just need to put more effort into fixing your sleep schedule :)
  • Me, a traumatized victim of abuse who has triggering flashbacks of said abuse literally every single time I close my eyes to sleep: haha ok wow thanks I'll try that

Hey guys.

So… a lot has happened in the last 24 hours. I got very little sleep last night and am still dealing with the shock. I’m trying to get back on track, but it’s difficult at the moment, so if you could all just bear with me and be patient, I’d appreciate it. 

I oftentimes get messages and comments from people telling me how poignant and impactful the emotional scenes in my stories are. I tell them that it’s because, when I write something like that, I put myself in the characters’ shoes and force myself to feel what those characters are feeling. Oftentimes it results in tears as I’m working, pacing, long breaks, and–in the worst moments–me breaking down from the sheer weight of what I’m trying to convey. It’s stressful and it takes a lot out of me, but it’s worth it for the product as far as I’m concerned. 

The point I’m trying to make is this–I’m a very passionate person that feels things very, very deeply. Yes, I have excessive amounts of emotional control and appear, more often than not to those that have met me, as though I don’t feel anything at all. I keep my emotions guarded because I know just how deep they go and how vulnerable they make me. 

What’s happened in America is not fictional. It’s real. And I’m feeling it on a scale that I’m still grappling with how to describe. It’s going to take me some time to get that under control, even if I appear stone-faced to those who know me. So please, just bear with me and be patient. I’ll get back on track soon. 

Thanks, guys.    

Mystic Messenger Watchdogs (2) AU

if my boys were in DEADSEC


  • doesnt even know how to hack
  • Seven pretty much forced him into it
  • brings the rest of the RFA food and coffee when they need it
  • also does lots of PR shit for dedec/the dedsec app
  • probably runs a dedsec twitter/facebook/insta
  • owns 10 different cell phones
  • the RFA is always on his ass about how easily anyone could find out his information at any time
  • and he’s just like LEAVE ME ALONE I WANNA BE A NORMAL BOY
  • always trying to talk everyone out of doing potentially life threatening ops
  • they never listen
  • “are you guys sure about this?”
  • “cant we just…stay inside today?”
  • i did not sleep enough last night to deal with this


  • specializes in graphic design for dedsec (like sitara!)
  • Yoosung has to run every instagram post he wants to make be Zen first
  • “Yoosung, you cant post that. it doesnt fit our aesthetic”
  • “Jumin, you cant wear that. it doesnt fit our aesthetic”
  • “no one even knows i work with dedsec”
  • “it doesnt matter. you have to completely immerse yourself”
  • he can never just build something, we has to make it look badass, too
  • if he has nothing else to do he’ll just do some graffiti in the hackerspace
  • also catch him around town spray painting “dedsec” all over whatever he wants
  • always annoyed


  • does she sleep?
  • does she eat?
  • no one really knows
  • Yoosung and Seven have this theory that she just lives in the hackerspace, like she never goes home and just sleeps there
  • her work space takes up an entire corner of the room, but its actually very neat despite what you’d think for someone who drinks 8 coffees a day
  • constantly running through data and trying to figure out what the next step is for dedsec
  • about three times a week Zen will find her asleep at her work space and he honestly doesnt even wake her
  • “hey can you get her up? i need to check on what she found out yesterday”
  • Zen shushes Seven
  • “hey, you got all day to ask her about that shit. let her sleep for a goddamn second”
  • “alright, alright, geez…”


  • uses his money to fund dedsec
  • prefers building shit over sitting at a computer
  • once built an electronic collar for elly that monitors her mood/health status
  • also, brings elly to the hackerspace all the time
  • always in trouble with his dad because he’s constantly missing those “dinners” he’s supposed to go to
  • angst
  • uses the fact that he’s a public figure to cover up any shit that dedsec starts
  • lets the use C&R computers for elicit activities
  • his father is so mad


  • actually does live in the hackerspace
  • carries a backpack everywhere
  • god a big ass work area with like 5 monitors
  • when Jaehee works out what the next step for dedsec is, Seven actually makes it happen
  • the hands and feet of dedsec essentially (marcus)
  • stealing cars is a regular thing for him
  • running from the police is also pretty common
  • Zen sees Seven every single day, and every time he greets him with
  • “eeey you didnt get arrested yesterday, nice!”
  • and they high five
  • if Seven passes you on the street, he probably wired money from your bank account
  • and you should probably hang up the phone, cause he can hear that too
  • the reason Yoosung is growing grey hairs


  • always makin bots and shit
  • probably build fighting robots
  • reigning champ. of course,
  • always asking Seven to build a robot so that he can FIGHT IT
  • “stop designing those killer bots and make something useful, will you?”
  • “fine…..asshole”
  • because of Saeran, theres always some little bot roaming around the hackerspace
  • or flying
  • without them Seven wouldnt be able to do his ops
  • once he designed a bot whos only purpose was to pick up things from above, like a crane
  • he stole Jaehee’s coffe once and almost died
  • he took Yoosungs phone right out of his hand once (and laughed for 10 minutes straight)
  • also took Jumins screwdriver while his back was turned, then sat and watched as Jumin looked around the room for it in confusion, asking everyone if they knew where it was 


rannadylin “My brain needs to wind down from the Yuletide sprint, and I can’t…”

Early pre-stream bonding moments between Percy and Trinket, given Taliesin’s comments on Talks Machina on how Percy got along with the bear from the start!

There’s a bear lying next to his bedroll. This is not a unique incident; this particular bear has been sleeping next to him for the last four nights, the entire time Percy has been with this strange group. Vex keeps trying to reassure him about it. “He’s really very friendly,” she says. “He just wants to get to know you.” But behind her back, Scanlan makes a throat-cutting motion with his hand, and honestly, Percy isn’t sure which one of them to believe. The bear - Trinket, and what a name that is - doesn’t make any overtly threatening moves. He hasn’t really menaced Percy at all. But when they settle down for the night, he just plops down next to Percy and watches him. It’s disconcerting.

Percy sighs and sits down on his bedroll. “I suppose you’re looking out for your mistress,” he says, feeling a little odd for talking aloud to a bear. “You don’t know me, and I might be dangerous. They did find me in jail, after all.”

Trinket makes a whuffing noise that sounds suspiciously like an answer. What that answer is, of course, Percy has no idea. “I promise, I mean her no harm. She saved my life, honestly. I owe her.”

At that, the bear raises his head. Suddenly, Percy has a large, wet bear nose poking into his torso; he freezes, and lets Trinket sniff, or do whatever it is he’s doing. When he draws back, Trinket makes another grunting noise before laying his head back on his paws. This one, Percy could swear sounds like approval. “All right,” he says slowly. “A gentleman’s agreement, then.” He gives the bear’s head a very tentative scratch. He doesn’t get his hand bitten off, so he figures he’s doing okay.

When he lays down to sleep, he can feel snorts of breath ruffling his hair. It smells a lot like fish, but honestly, it smells much better than the jail cell he was rotting in, so Percy figures he’s come out ahead.

last night i was drawing the blue pearl when suddenly we had a blackout and naturally, i hadn’t saved, so i went to bed and told myself i’d try to redo the drawing next morning. but then i decided to do something different?? 

 maybe someday i’ll do a couple of new pieces with like rose quartz & yellow diamond, but for now i gotta sleep, it’s like 4am and i have work tomorrow

I am 100% convinced that there are way more assassination attempts on Lexa than people let on

Like, even a pretty good leader has one or two groups of people that hate them enough to try and kill them, and Lexa basically wrangled everyone into submission when she formed the coalition so there are definitely people who hate her and see her as a tyrant, and it’s probably not just Azgeda either.

So when Clarke starts staying in the tower, she learns quickly that Lexa lowkey almost dies on the daily. It’s a frickin miracle if it’s moved to weekly. As a trained Doctor, she’s had to save her girlfriend from poison, arrows, poison arrows, knives, poison knives. You get the idea. It’s safe to say that Clarke has to ask her mother for blood pressure medication cause honestly her heart can’t deal with this shit.

The assassination attempts only start slowing when Clarke basically snaps and throws not one, but two ambassadors who implied they ordered the assassinations, off the tower balcony and threatens to kill anyone who tries to attack Lexa again. Obviously, being Wanheda, the threat holds some weight. She’s essentially seen as an all powerful spirit of death so pissing her off is extremely inadvisable.

And while everyone else pisses themselves because Clarke’s scary, Lexa just gets turned on by how protective and dominant Clarke’s being