maybe because it is almost morning

Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries : "She's the girl with a fairytale face but her mouth screams like a wolf's"
  • Taurus : "Her eyes weren't as beautiful as the stars, her eyes were as beautiful as her heart"
  • Gemini : "I feel like I'm living in this constant state of too much and not enough, like the days are passing by too fast and too slow and I'm always either overwhelmed or empty"
  • Cancer : "You have galaxies inside your head, stop letting people tell you you cannot shine"
  • Leo : "She needed a hero so that's what she became"
  • Virgo : "Maybe she was unreadable because she didn't want to be read"
  • Libra : "I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes"
  • Scorpio : "You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery"
  • Sagittarius : "Before I am your daughter, your sister, your aunt, niece or cousin, I am my own person and I will not set fire to myself to keep you warm"
  • Capricorn : "But you see there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips"
  • Aquarius : "Maybe she isn't your sun but she's your moon, appearing in your darkest nights, never too soon"
  • Pisces : "Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone"
The Lego Movie - Sentence Starters
  • "Cover your butt."
  • "Oh, now there's a prophecy."
  • "All this is true, because it rhymes."
  • "That was a great, inspiring legend...that you made up."
  • "Good morning, apartment!"
  • "Ah here it is, the instructions to fit in, have everyone like you, and always be happy!"
  • "Wear clothes. Whoops, almost forgot that one!"
  • "Honey, where are my pants?"
  • "What was I just thinking? Ah, I don't care."
  • "Take everything weird and blow it up!"
  • "Who wants to eat some delicious chicken wings and get craaazyyyy?!"
  • "...I think I heard a whoosh."
  • "I feel like maybe I should touch that."
  • "So you've never heard of the prophecy?"
  • "I watch a lot of cop shows on TV, isn't there also supposed to be a good cop?!"
  • "That guy's not a criminal mastermind."
  • "We all have something that makes us something, and ____ is...nothing."
  • "Am I gonna die?!"
  • "Yes, we've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape, but...we're lying to him."
  • "Come with me if you wanna not die."
  • "What are you, a DJ?"
  • "Darn darn darn, darny, darn!"
  • "Oh my g-o-s-h!"
  • "I'm not sure exactly why you'd bring that up."
  • "I never have any ideas."
  • "Blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff."
  • "I think I got it. But just in case... Tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening."
  • "How scary can someone's office be?"
  • "This meeting could run a little bit...deadly."
  • "It makes me just want to pick up whoever's standing closest to me and just throw them through this window!"
  • "All I'm asking for is total perfection!"
  • "Howdy guys! Come sit on me!"
  • "I don't think he's ever had an original thought in his life."
  • "Introducing, the double decker couch! So everyone can watch TV together and be buddies!"
  • "That idea is just the worst."
  • "Your mind is so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away in the first place."
  • "I'm dark and brooding too! ...Guys, look! A rainbow!"
  • "Any idea is a good idea! Except the not happy ones."
  • "I know what you're thinking: he is the least qualified person in the world to lead us! And you are right!"
  • "You are so disappointing on so many levels."
  • "This is not how Batman dies!"
  • "Somebody get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"
  • "I'm here to see...your butt."
  • "You're telling me that you have a machine to control the universe and you can't listen to tunes in surround sound?"
  • "I want speakers that you can hug with your arms and your legs."
  • "I didn't draw that, is that me exploding?!"
  • "Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"
  • "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here to die."
  • "So I guess running around and screaming is normal."
  • "You don't know me, but I'm on TV, so you can trust me."
  • "SPACESHIP!"
  • "What in the world is that? It's adorable."
  • "Do not eat me!"
  • "Why is the dragon on top of the luxury condo development?"
  • "You don't have to be the bad guy."
  • "He's the hero you deserve."
  • "Everything is awesome!"
One Night Stand

Loki x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1495

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing, alcohol, parties

A/N: This was a lot of fun to write! I hope to write more Loki imagines in the future because I have the biggest crush on him! Hope you enjoyed and have a happy New Year! Love youuuu!


“Good morning, love.” A deep voice whispered in your ear, waking you almost immediately.

You looked around slowly at the room you had woke up in, it definitely wasn’t yours. Besides that, you had no idea who laid beside you. It wasn’t that you were scared to turn around, okay maybe a little bit, but it was mostly because his arms were holding your back tightly against his chest.

Sensing your slight panic the man chuckled. Wait…you knew that laugh. That laugh belonged to Loki, but it didn’t make sense. I mean sure, you always had a slight crush on him, but that didn’t mean you would hook up with him at Tony’s New Year’s Eve party!

“You’re alright, love. There is no need for you to be panicked or scared.” Loki’s warm breath up against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

“I’m not.” Your voice slightly faltered, not use to being this close to him.

“You’re whole body tensed when you woke up, I know you’re panicked. Does it calm your nerves to know that you’re not with a complete stranger in a place you’ve never been?” Loki asked, trying to make you feel comfortable with him.

“I guess that’s slightly calming.” You said, without noticing your body became more relaxed in Loki’s arms.

“Would you like to have some breakfast?” Loki asked, wishing that he hadn’t asked that. All he wanted to do was just lay here with you in his arms. Maybe he shouldn’t have woken you.

“That would be awesome. Would you mind filling me in on what happened last night? I have no idea how I got here.” You blushed as you imagination began to play out multiple different scenarios on how you somehow ended up in Loki’s bed with all your clothes scattered across the room.

“You really don’t remember?” You could feel Loki stiffen up against you.

“No I don’t…” You trailed off feeling slightly bad for forgetting.

“Well, I’ll fill you in while I make some pancakes.” Loki said, his arms unwrapping from you waist.

You would never admit it, but when he got up from the bed you missed his warmth and his tight grip on you. Sitting up in the bed, you watched Loki pull a baggy sweatshirt over his bare chest. This was a sight you never wanted to forget. Rummaging through the closet, Loki turned and chucked something to where you were sitting.

“You can wear that. I don’t think you want to change back into the clothes you wore last night.” Loki nodded towards the outfit you had worn to the New Year’s Eve party that was now on the ground. The party had been formal, so you couldn’t have been more grateful for the cozy sweatshirt and sweats he had tossed you.

“Thank you.” You said smiling at how soft the fabric of the sweatshirt was.

“Of course. I’m going to get started on those pancakes, meet me when you’re done. And just yell for me if you get lost.” Loki walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Quickly pulling on the clothes he had given you, you tried your hardest to remember anything from the night before. All you could remember was arriving to the party and joking around with the Avengers. After that, you drew a complete blank. You hadn’t even had that much to drink last night! Shaking off your jumbled thoughts, you opened the door and headed down a hallway you had never seen.

Loki had been living in Avenger’s Tower for a couple of months now. Thor wanted to keep a close eye on him and the constant mischief he was causing. The Avengers didn’t like this very much and decided to make him his own kitchen and living room. This way they didn’t have to seem him too often and everyone stayed happy.

Following the sound of music and a light humming, you found the kitchen easily. Loki stood in front of the stove humming and lightly singing along to the music as he flipped the pancakes. You leaned against the wall, smiling as you watched him sway to the music.

“Are you going to come and sit down or continue to admire me from the doorway?” Loki asked, smirking as he put a couple of pancakes on a plate.

“How did you know?” You asked, a blush rushing to your cheeks.

“I could hear you walking down the hallway and could feel your eyes on me when you came in.” Loki put the pancakes on the table, the smirk still present on his face. “Am I as attractive cooking as I was when you watched me get dressed this morning?”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, the embarrassment creating a pit in your stomach.

“Don’t feel bad love, most women can’t resist looking at me either. I’m just glad that you enjoyed it.” Loki handed you the syrup for the pancakes and watched you in amusement.

“Can you just tell me what happened last night?” You asked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“You sure you’re ready for it? It’s quite a story.” Loki warned.

“Just tell me.” You said, taking a huge bite of the pancakes.

“The Avengers had decided to play a drinking game. Someone would choose a question and we’d all drink a shot before answering. It was incredibly fun, at least for those of us that can handle more than three shots without being completely hammered.” Loki paused, giving you a pointed look.

“That reminds me, how do I not have a crazy hangover right now?” You asked, realizing that usually when you are really drunk you have a terrible hangover the next day.

“I have magic, remember?” Loki grinned, winking at you. “Anyway to the story…”

The question game had been going on for four rounds and you were already completely drunk. It was a hilarious sight for everyone to see, yet a terrifying one at the same time.

“Who in this room, would you want to fuck?” Sam giggled, he was also not handling the alcohol very well.

“I’d fuck Loki, anytime, any day.” You grinned looking towards where Loki sat in shock.

“Loki? (Y/N), you do understand that I’m sitting here, right?” Tony laughed, nudging you with his elbow.

“No, I’ve had a crush on Loki since the first day he walked into this tower. I mean, look at him! Tall, handsome, kinda mysterious and dark. But he’s also kind and caring. He’s just really perfect!” You exclaimed, never taking your eyes off of a smirking Loki.

“You have had too much to drink kid.” Steve laughed patting your head.

“Would you want to fuck me Loki?” You asked, giving him a coy smile.

“Like you said, anytime, any day.” Loki said, trying to not show that he was slightly freaking out inside.

“Then do it.” You smirked, leaning back in your chair.

“What?” Clint asked, choking on his beer.

“Come on Loki, it’s past midnight and most people have gone home to have sex. You said anytime, any day. Let’s go!” You stood up, grabbing your coat and beginning to walk out of the room.

“I’m never one to argue to a good thing.” Loki chuckled, following you out of the room.

“She’s going to regret that in the morning.” Tony laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, banging your head on the table.

“Who knew you were so flirty and blunt when you’re drunk?” Loki said, the cockiness obvious in his voice.

“Can you forget everything I said last night?” You asked, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t believe I can. It’s amazing that the person I’ve liked since I saw them, likes me back! They even admitted in front of the Avengers. I never want to forget that.” Loki’s smirk faded into a smile.

“You like me? Is this a joke to you?” You asked bringing your head off the table.

“I don’t think I could lie to you, love.” Loki cupped your face in his hands. “I never would lie to you, you’re too precious to me.”

“Will you kiss me?” You asked, looking down at his lips that kept inching towards yours.

“I can do more than that, love.” Loki smirked, kissing you roughly and deeply. Unfortunately, this didn’t last long.

“OH GOD!” Tony screamed as the elevator opened.

“Hi Tony.” You smiled, pulling away from Loki’s kiss to smile at him.

“I came to rescue you, but I see that isn’t needed…” Tony said, the elevators beginning to close again. “OH AND USE PROTECTION PLEASE!”

“Where were we?” Loki smirked, turning back to where you still sat.

You giggled, pulling him closer for another kiss. It was a new year and you were already having one of your dreams become a reality. You couldn’t wait to see what else would come your way in this new year with Loki.

Colors Part 4

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here.

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely, injuries, near death experience

A/N: Here ya go! Happy (almost) New Year! Sorry this part is so short. This is just where it needed to end. I’ve got the next part written, I just have to type it up, so hopefully it’ll be out soon. Let me know what y’all think!

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Cute Couple Curly Moments

Requested by @that-blogging-kid

-Play with his hair and he will be goneeee

-When watching movies on the couch, he’s most likely the one laying on top of YOU.

-The most special gift a girl ever got him was a little trinket from Niagara Falls. He wants to go there so bad. Mostly because he thinks it’s badass that people have jumped over them(on second thought maybe it’s a good thing he never goes there…)

-The bed is bumping almost every night, but not for reasons you think/hope. This kid tosses and turns so effing much you usually have to kick him or just whack the shit out of him(LIGHTLY.)

-Ganging up on him with Angela to tease him, when you join in and especially when you bring up personal stuff his cheeks will get so red but he’ll also get so irritated.

-Staying up until the early hours of the morning with him doing random things like hanging at the park or going to a party or whatever else you two can find.

-For every holiday he always gets you small figurines of your favorite animal.

-Honestly he’s not the most surface level romantic but he’s all about the little things.

-Like always giving you a kiss before you leave each other.

-He is in love with your hands.

-He’ll constantly take them into his hands and rubs over the back of your hands and likes tracing all the little veins in your hands and wrists.

-One time, ONE TIME he let you braid his hair(or at least try to).

-He will always sit in the bathroom while you do your makeup because it blows him away at how you manage to do it so professionally, always telling you that you do a better job than his sister.

-You two go all out for Halloween and will go trick or treating together until you have kids to go trick or treating with.

-For once in his life Curly finally feels accepted by someone when he’s with you.

-You’re considerably more smarter than he is but it doesn’t bother him, unless you say something like Harvard-level and then he’ll reply with a smart remark of, “Was that even English?”

-You probably elope and then throw a party when you get home.

-The hardest thing in your relationship was trying to get Curly to stop doing reckless things solely for the gang or for his reputation.

#98 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “would you be able to write something where Van flies from another country to Australia see you, because you’re Australian. kinda fluffy, maybe he could take you out for dinner or something because you only have 24 hours together before he has to fly back to return to tour.”


It was almost four in the morning and he was still sitting on the bar stool talking to you. Most people had either moved on to clubs, before the lock out laws meant they were trapped on the empty streets, or had piled into the back seats of ubers. Not Van, though. He’d arrived just before midnight with his band and crew. His accent was so out of place in the Australian pub. You’d listen to them talk about the show they’d played, and watched as people took photos with them. They had drank, not a lot but enough to overestimate their ability to play pool. You kept count of the amount of times one of the balls would fly off the table and roll away. You knew Van had been watching you, but also had a job to do. Beer to pour, tables to clear, drunks to appease. When he sat down on the empty stool at one am, you asked him what he wanted.

He never moved. He waited patiently when you served people, and beamed when you returned to continue the conversation. When his friends all left for the hotel, reminding him that he needed to get up at five for a radio show, he bid them goodnight and turned his attention back to you quickly. He was in the city for three nights, and if he wasn’t in soundcheck, an interview, or playing a show, he was wherever you were. Sometimes at the pub, sometimes in your bed, your shower, your car. You kissed him hard out the front of his hotel when he left for the airport. He looked heartbroken, but you knew it wasn’t the start of something more. Your lives were worlds apart, and even if they weren’t he was never home.

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bucky barnes had been a loner since he’d moved into the tower. steve was training new recruits and the others were too afraid of him to speak, but he was okay with that.
no one really sparked his interest anyway, they were either talking about the same bull over and over or they were too caught up in their own lives to bother asking him about his.
that was until she showed up.
according to what he’d heard clint say, she’d been on a mission that lasted almost 6 months. 6 months of nothing but blood and dirt and she still walked out of the elevator looking like an angel.
bucky didn’t know why he was so drawn to her, maybe it was because she walked with such confidence but her face showed nothing but innocence, or maybe it was because she wasn’t scared of him.
every morning without a doubt, she’d walk by and ask how he was.
every night, she went out of her way to wish him a good night and reminded him where she was if he needed her.
every movie night, she would make room for him on the small sofa next to her so he didn’t have to sit on the floor.
she was compassionate and willing to help wherever she could but she didn’t pity him, no. she understood him, she wanted him to feel apart of the team if nothing else.
which was why it was so easy to fall in love with her.
watching the wind blow her hair and the sun beam down on her skin or the way her muscles moved as she sparred with nat made it hard not to fall in love with her.
so when she invited him out for a small lunch, just the two of them, bucky barnes realised something.
bucky didn’t want to be a loner anymore.

Mistaken Identity

A/N: This is my first fic I’ve ever published for the internet to see, so I’d really appreciate it if you would leave a like or some other form of encouragement because there was a lot of debating if this was even half way decent. I know it kinda jumps weirdly at one point, but I didn’t want it to go on forever. ALSO I was inspired by the new haircut so… you get it. 

Word Count:  1552

Triggers: Swearing, almost drowning implied, blood mentioned once, angry people. ((If you find anything else send me an ask and I will add/change it))

AU: Modern

Pairing: A. Ham x Reader

Saturday mornings were your favorite kind of mornings. There was just something special about them that made them better than the others. Maybe it was the beginning of the weekend, maybe it was the one day people were available. Or maybe, it was the farmer’s market.

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Daddy’s Little Girl III (Peter ParkerxStark!Reader)

Part 1| Part 2|

Tagging: @capnbbarnes @pietro-no @prxphette

Originally posted by jurassicparking

  The next day, you and Peter decided to go out and get some coffee, finally leaving the tower. It was eight in the morning, and Peter crashed into almost everything because of how tired he was. You smirked at him, tucking your hands into the pocket of your hoodie as you continued walking down the street.

  “Whoa, sorry!” he apologized after running into another man. A laugh passed through your lips as he jogged to catch up to you. “Making fun of me now?”

  “Heck yes,” you said. “You really need some coffee.”

  “I’m good.” He tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, then stabilized himself. “Whoa. Maybe not. You’re right.”

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THIS EPISODE YALLLLL IM DEAD

okay so I died a few times during the ep because IT WAS AMAAAZING! I was offline here and on fire on twitter! Lamorne liked two of my tweets including the hashtag, one tweet including all the other cast members which means THEY will get a notif (when turned on) from Lamorne liking that tweet they’re tagged in. Sooooo maybe Zooey/Hannah/Max&Jake has seen the hashtag too. (I’m pretty sure theyve all seen it but youknoww what I mean.)
The ep was amazing it’s now almost 3 am so I’ll talk about how great everything was tomorrow morning. Twitter did GREAAAT imo! (And it’s still going strong so join if you want!!)

A Pretty Good Bad Idea II

Peter Maximoff x Reader, Chapter 2/?

A/N: A big thanks/major brownie points to karley for beta reading the first chapter and libby for beta reading this chapter. You’re both the best.  

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV

Tags: @kurtwxgners, @jubilationlxee, @trashimagines, @n0average, @starry-evenings, @peters-evanthomas, @jnvcth, @trafalgarlau, @insanitia

Warning: Smut

It takes you forty minutes longer than it usually does to get out of bed the next morning, and you’re almost late to your first class because you spend an additional half hour convincing yourself that you really can’t afford to skip science just because you sit next to Peter. You rush into the room just as the teacher begins to speak, sliding haphazardly into your seat. Peter slips you a sheet of paper with the assignment, and the gesture doesn’t feel any different than it did prior to last night, so you turn your mind to the work and think that maybe the two of you have successfully pulled off the whole ‘no strings attached’ thing. At lunch, you sit with Jean and Jubilee, and he sits with Kurt and Scott, and for the rest of the day, the two of you resolutely pretend that the night before had never happened. Maybe Peter hesitates before meeting your eyes, and maybe you feel so tense you could break bricks on your shoulders, but the two of you are acting like its fine, so it’s definitely fine. Right?

A week has passed. A normal week. At least, you’re pretty sure it’s been normal. The first day was fine, and so was the second, and by the third day, you had even managed to ignore the mounting tension at the back of your mind. Nobody asks any uncomfortable questions, or even says anything at all about how you’re interacting. The two of you eat lunch together and procrastinate your work and complain about training and the teachers, and everything is fine.

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anonymous asked:

do you think klance is going to be canon? we have a confirmation of 6 seasons they've definitely got time to make it cacnon

i’m pretty sure i’ve answered this numerous times but idk what to think if i’m being honest. i just don’t wanna hold my breath only to be disappointed in the end lol. for me it’s just become easier to not expect anything so that way when/if it doesn’t happen i’m not as disappointed, especially for sga and poly ships. but this also serves to help because if it does happen (i.e. korrasami) it feels so much better than you can imagine because it’s almost like you’re five and you got that toy you wanted more than anything on christmas morning. no matter how much i want klance, i’m just not entirely convinced it’ll happen and i prefer just indulging in art and theories and stuff but if i actually get hopeful i know i’m just gonna hype myself up only to be let down. maybe it’s just a personal problem that only applies to me because hell i don’t even think that some of my heavily coded m/w ships will happen. but if you want to believe it could be canon, by all means believe it. i’m not saying you should or shouldn’t. but i just prefer not to get any hopes up.

Gilded Butterfly: a JB fic

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Chapter 7

I never thought things between us could turn out the way they have. I knew I was going to fight him every step of the way. And so did he. He still held on.

Maybe because I always thought it’d never happen.

But he wanted it anyway.

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I.
when i write about it
(before, during, after)
i can never say “you”
i will always say “he”
because this is no longer about him
(we were always about him)
this is finally about me.

II.
he treated me
the way he did
because he knew i wouldn’t leave.
that was not fair because
i knew if i left
he would not get out of bed
or eat
so every morning,
i helped him up
and made him dinner
every evening.
my friends watched with sad eyes while
he drained me.

III.
sometimes i thought about saying the words
that would end it all with a hurricane.
words like “abuse” and “manipulation”
that were too scary to say out loud.
once, maybe twice, they were on the edge of my mouth
i almost said them
almost screamed
“this is not about you, not now”
because he cried when i told him
how he hurt me.
i almost stood up for myself
once
but i shrank and let myself become
softer than i was ever meant to be.

IV.
every time i see the freckles
that dot my knees
i am reminded of all the times
i sunk to the ground
because i couldn’t make him
love me enough.
i know i was more than enough.

V.
when i wrote, he would take
my notebook and write
“i love you”
in every language he knew and more
it took me too long to see that
we never spoke the same language
at all.

VI.
i flew across
oceans, mountains, and deserts
to be with him
and he loved another girl
the night before.
i always thought people
say nasty things about girls
who stay with boys who cheat
so i stayed silent
but no one could have
made me feel worse
than he did.

VII.
i used to romanticize
his sadness and how he would
use it against me.
anytime he upset me and i told him
he would say
“i need you”
“you’re the only one who makes it better”
“i wouldn’t be here without you”
words of manipulation disguised
as declarations of love made me
soften and apologize.
he always won.
one year later,
i have won
and i will never apologize again.

VIII.
it took me
almost two years to realize
that your boyfriend
should not make you cry
every day.

IX.
sometimes
not too often, but
sometimes
i think about how i
was never enough
for him.
i will never understand because
at the end of it all
there was nothing left of me.
he took everything
i gave him and kept
coming back for
more.

X.
i hope he never fools
another girl
into doing everything he wants
with his sad eyes
and his cinnamon skin and
i hope he never makes
them cry like me and
i hope the other girls
know how to protect themselves
better than i ever did.
it is a lie.
he will do it again.

XI.
after all of this,
all of these words and tears and secrets
i have kept, after all of myself
that i have given to him,
someone may tell me i should have kept quiet,
that calling him abusive might hurt his feelings.
but i am not here to protect the feelings
of the one who so long
disregarded mine.
i am not sorry,
i am not sorry,
i am not sorry.

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read this aloud and hear my voice crack with courage

via @officialbaobao

Story time! I was just minding my own business, on my daily morning run down by Malibu beach, listening to Frank Sinatra, when I heard a quiet whimper; so I stopped as I thought it was a poor woman in danger, maybe drowning in the sea or fighting a mean villain. I looked around and saw no one, but I could still hear the sounds that came from the unknown. Stepping behind a rather large cliff, I got closer to the sounds, and that’s when I saw this poor, little poodle, almost black from dirt and oil, stuck in between some smaller cliffs. So I climbed down to pick it up, only to find that now I only had one arm to lift myself up with. Then I came to the conclusion that I could push myself up one cliff-wall with my feet, if I leaned against the opposite wall with my back. Now, with the pooch in my arms, an iPod playing “Strangers in The Night” and the tide coming in, I’m somehow pushing myself up these walls and I manage to shuffle myself backwards and roll over, landing in the sand. 

Thankfully, the dog is okay and now back with its rightful owner, and I’m now covered in both oil and sand. Time for a hot shower. The end.

1.18. Something Wicked.

*preemptively stomps on my own heart to make this easier*

*note: it didn’t work*

The parallels between Dean and Michael, blaming themselves (wrongly) for what happened to their little brothers, who they feel responsible for taking care of.

Lies:

Sam essentially has to drag the story of the shtriga out of Dean, mostly because it’s an excruciatingly guilt-laden memory for Dean. The one time he did something “selfish” and disobeyed John’s orders, it nearly cost Sam his life.

SAM: But if Dad went after it why is it still breathing air?
DEAN: Cause it got away.
SAM: Got away?
DEAN: (starting to get frustrated) Yeah Sammy it happens.
SAM: Not very often.
DEAN: Well I don’t know what to tell ya, maybe Dad didn’t have his wheaties that morning.

*insert’s Dean’s internal monologue of IT’S MY FAULT SAM IT ALMOST KILLED YOU BECAUSE I SCREWED UP OKAY?! DAD BLAMED ME. HE NEVER LOOKED AT ME THE SAME OR REALLY TRUSTED ME AFTER THAT OKAY?!*

DEAN: This isn’t about you, Sam. I’m the one who screwed up, all right. It’s my fault. There’s no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me.
SAM: What are you saying, Dean? How is it your fault? (Sighing). Dean. You’ve been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now talk to me, man. Tell me what’s going on. 

Oh, and Sam? John “let it get away” because it attacked YOU.

DEAN: Dad just … grabbed us and booked. Dropped us off at Pastor Jim’s about three hours away, but by the time he got back to Fort Douglas the shtriga had disappeared, it was just gone. It never surfaced until now. You know, Dad never spoke about it again, I didn’t ask. But he…ah…he looked at me different, you know? Which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order and I didn’t listen, I almost got you killed.

So they tell Michael the absolute truth. “ I’d give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real.”

SAM: Hey Dean I’m sorry.
DEAN: For what?
SAM: You know, I’ve really given you a lot of crap, for always following Dad’s orders. But I know why you do it.

This was Dean’s smaller version of the Vengeance Quest Sam and John have been on all season going after the demon. This was Dean’s personal “failure is not an option” hunt. He needed to kill that shtriga.

I was liveblogging this at Lizbob, and we agree this episode is like the culmination of a series of smaller understandings that began in 1.01. Stealing Lizbob’s notes:

I think Sam sees Dean as a john proxy for ages
dragging him into the family business again
even though John’s fucked off doing something completely different
they fight that out in 1x10
and in 1x11 I suppose then Dean admits he wishes he could think for himself like Sam
and Sam kind of gets it
so 1x18 he can say all that

And yeah, Sam bristles at being asked if Dean is his boss in 1.10, but also gets to yell out all his feelings under the rage spell, and in 1.11 they reach a better level of understanding between each other and begin working together more as equal partners (or far more equal than they had before). Setting the two of them up to stand up to John in 1.21. 

SAM: It’s too bad.
DEAN: Oh, they’ll be fine.
SAM: That’s not what I meant. I meant Michael. He’ll always know there are things out there in the dark – he’ll never be the same, you know? (long pause) Sometimes I wish that….
DEAN: What…?
SAM: I wish I could have that kinda innocence.
DEAN: If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too.

Poor Sam’s been wishing he could’ve kept that innocence most of his life. Oh, how Dean tried to put off telling him what went bump in the night, but when he was little Sam wanted nothing more than to be included in the things John and Dean knew (see 3.09 for that).

Not like he’d have been sheltered from it forever, and he wouldn’t have been exposed eventually anyway, but Dean had still tried like hell to keep him sheltered as long as he possibly could. It’s the roots of “Sanitized for Sammy” and “the story became the story” and the lies to protect him from the reality of their lives.

Okay that’s about all I can take. Time to move on to 1.19

before i start work on my next commission I wanted to write something small for the fruit vampire thing. smut might come also but for now? fluff


Jack was pretty sure vampires didn’t get sick.

At least, he had never gotten sick. Maybe he was just that badass. Or Rhys was just super wimpy, which he already knew, because the kid was a total fruit, pun absolutely intended.

Still, Rhys could have at least warned Jack that he was starting to feel ill, and maybe Jack wouldn’t have almost crushed him when he flopped over in bed one morning only to nearly roll on top of Rhys’ curled up bat form.

The upset squeaking had jolted Jack out of his sleepy daze, and the vampire had shot up, scowling and rubbing at his eyes as Rhys weakly flailed his wings about, tiny claws grasping against the sheets.

“What’s the matter with you?” Jack growled as the bat wiggled about the sheets like a moron, Rhys’ ears flicking and turning in the direction of Jack’s voice. The vampire furrowed his brow, expecting Rhys to change back into his human form, but the bat just laid there, little chest moving up and down as he let out a pitiful squeak. Jack put his hands on his hips, glaring at Rhys. When the bat didn’t move or try to change back into a human, Jack poked at him, resulting in Rhys lightly grasping at the man’s finger. The vampire couldn’t help but frown as he felt how weak Rhys’ grasp was. His eyes were looking a little filmier than usual, too. Okay, maybe something was actually wrong with Rhys, and he wasn’t just being a lazy hipster weirdo like usual.

“You’re lucky I’m such a nice guy…” Jack growled as he tucked Rhys’ wings around him, the fruit bat blinking contently as Jack scooped him up. Rhys felt a little cold, so Jack got up and found one of Rhys’ discarded beanies, wrapping the fruit bat up in it to warm him back up. Rhys let out a pleased squeak as he was swaddled, and Jack couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just eating up the fact that ol’ Jack has to take care of a peach sucker like you, huh?” The vampire chuffed as he made his way to the kitchen, setting Rhys down on the counter as the fruit bat idly licked at his wing claw. Jack grimaced as he opened the refrigerator and starting pawing through the stacks of pyrex containers full of various kinds of fruit, as well as several mason jars layered with smoothies. Jack’s own bottles of spare blood—Rhys’ idea, said it was more efficient than hunting every night—were clustered at the bottom, and as hungry as Jack was, if Rhys was already ill, he didn’t want to make it worse by introducing the smell of blood. He didn’t know if bat vomit was a thing, but he didn’t want to risk seeing a puddle of upchucked mango all over the counter.  

Jack grabbed a container of pineapple and banana, shutting the fridge door behind him as he moved back to the counter. Rhys was laying in the same place Jack had left him, but as soon as the vampire popped the top off the container he started to wriggly happily, letting out a series of excited squeaks as Jack presented him with a small piece of pineapple. Despite being weaker than usual, Rhys grasped at the fruit with the wing claws peaking over the top of his beanie, shoving the fruit into his mouth and juice all over his fur. Jack shook his head, gently petting the top of Rhys’ head with one finger as Rhys gobbled down the piece of fruit and let out a soft squeak for more.

“Guess it’s a good thing you still got your appetite.” The vampire commented as he grabbed a piece of banana, knowing the nerd would probably need a bath after smashing fruit all over his muzzle.

Lee Soohyuk: Getting to Know You

I wake up for no reason and can’t seem to fall back to sleep. First, I turn my head to look at the clock and it’s almost three in the morning. Then, I roll onto my side to look at you. You’re so beautiful, at peace in your sleep. It’s been several years with you and I still love the sight of you next to me. It’s been several years and it doesn’t feel like it because I’ve been busy over the years and sometimes have been unable to see you at weeks, maybe even months at a time. And though we’ve been together for a while, I still feel like I don’t know all of you.

I realize that I’m thirsty and try to get out of bed without waking you up, but first I brush a few strands of hair from your face and leave a kiss on your temple. You stir for a moment, but then settle once again. I tiptoe out of the room.

I palm my way through your apartment, worried that I may trip over something, but I make it to the kitchen safely and flick on the light. The remnants of us are here and there, pots soaking in the sink, the cake I bought for us sitting on the table. You cooked for me and I loved every bite. I remember the first time you ever cooked for me and it surprised me how well you can cook. I loved your cooking ever since and when I got the craving for something you made, I had to have it. Being away from you sometimes made that difficult.

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It’s my birthday.  It’s the first one I don’t feel particularly excited about.  Maybe that’s just because we’re not really doing anything until this weekend but I feel like it’s more because this is the first time I really feel old.  My body feels so much older than 28.

I was almost an hour late for work this morning.  Apparently when my alarm went off I was having none of it, so I woke up when Steve’s alarm went off, and he doesn’t even wake up before I leave most days.  So, I was already going to be late, and then it turned out that there was a random snow storm, which shouldn’t have been a surprise because it always snows on my birthday, so traffic was terrible.

I had a chill weekend.  I made some body butter that is pretty amazing, I’m going to print the labels at work today and then work on getting them up on my Etsy store.  I also worked on making lube, and I’m getting pretty close on the recipe.  I’m going to make some of my friends test it out and get their opinions, too.

This weekend, Bailee is coming over.  On Saturday, we’re going to see Iliza Shlesinger (my brother got me tickets for Christmas.)  On Sunday, some friends are coming over and we’re doing shrooms.  I took a vacation day on Monday just because, so that will be nice.  Steve is going to try to take the day off too so we can just hang out.

anonymous asked: zutara bookstore au? maybe something cute and fluffy? i am such a book nerd, anon, so i find this particularly cute sdkfjlsdfl but this one is lame because it’s really early in the morning. also try not to judge my book choices, skldjflkjsdf /runs away

It had been entirely unintentional.

Yet Zuko found himself staring at the curly script in the front cover of his book, completely surprised. His face crumples almost instantly, and he swears under his breath. This is the casualty of doing his uncle’s errands for the week — the casualty being that Iroh meddles far too much in Zuko’s life to be healthy.

And even still, he finds himself curious, so he heeds the curly script when he shows up at the bookstore, holding the copy of When You Are Engulfed In Flames that he’d only half-read, too distracted by the words written inside. He peels back the cover to peek at the numbers — he thinks they’re part of the dewey decimal system, but he also thinks about how many times he’d fallen asleep in the library and strikes that idea from his head.

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