maybe a stupid dream

okay i know this is a faarrrrrrrrr stretch and i’m just stupidly ambitious but i’m a journalism student and my teacher said i could write an article about @taylorswift…. she said it would be better if there was an interview involved (she was like, “but it’s taylor freakin swift so let’s be realistic!!!”) BUT if i were realistic i wouldn’t already have a picture frame for my photo the day i meet taylor SO idk how to say this… it would be a DREAM come true if i could interview @taylorswift about the reputation stadium tour and how happy she’s been this year so if you guys could, like, get this to taylor???? lmao i’m always dreaming impossible dreams but there’s no harm in trying to make them come true ;)

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When you came one step closer to me, I took two steps back. When you gave me three things, I expected four. Calculating our relationship, and the time you will leave. Maybe I was waiting for that time. I blamed you, grumbled to you. Saying stupid reasons and giving up too soon. Maybe I was dreaming of something other than you. But when I wake up from this dream, I’m looking for you again. I have countless reasons, I stay up all night thinking of you. You are my words, my sentences, my whole language. // SHINeeCountless ( 2018 )

“If people are meant to be, no matter how far they drift, they find their way back”

Maybe it was our time to fall apart, maybe the world saw I was falling too hard, falling too young and it needed to be stopped immediately, or maybe we truly are just not meant to be together.

But I can’t seem to shake the feelings, I can’t seem to shake the memories or the words we said. We were everything that a girl dreams of, maybe I was stupid for dreaming that we could last, maybe I was so in love I ignored every sign pointing me away from you or maybe for once in my life, I’m right. Maybe for once, I know exactly what I’m doing, exactly what I’m talking about.

I don’t believe that two lovers, as strong as us, could just be a lesson in life. I don’t believe that God placed us together to teach us something because the only thing I’ve learnt is that I’m totally madly in love with you.

That’s no lesson to me, I haven’t been taught anything, you haven’t finished your purpose in my life. I believe the lesson you’ll teach is that if people are meant to be, no matter how far they drift, they find their way back.

It’s not over for me, it’s not even close. I can still picture our future, I see it every night in my dreams, so to hell to everyone who says it’s not going to happen. I feel it, in my bones, in my heart, in my gut, I can feel the power of my love for you and I can’t seem to let it go. I’m not staying by choice, my hearts drawn to you.

And maybe I’m wrong, maybe we were meant to fall apart and stay apart, maybe we weren’t right and maybe you have taught me an invisible lesson.

But I’m going to hold onto the idea of me being right, and whatever comes next, good or bad, I’ll take full responsibility for it.

I’m in love with you, and I think you’re still in love with me.

Imagine being famous for being a “maiden goddess” of a massive lake. Your worshippers come to your lake and lavish you with gifts. Imagine one day meeting Loki and the two of you hit it off. The two of you grow quite close, Loki often visiting your lake, all the while keeping the relationship a secret. Imagine the two of you eventually growing intimate and just opting to keep the maiden title as a private joke but not telling your worshippers.
Eventually someone discovers you’re in a relationship with Loki and they question you, you and Loki laugh it off and perhaps you admit it’s been years since that was the truth. Or as the lover of the god of mischief, you keep it a secret.

Maybe it was our time to fall apart, maybe the world saw I was falling too hard, falling too young and it needed to be stopped immediately, or maybe we truly are just not meant to be together.

But I can’t seem to shake the feelings, I can’t seem to shake the memories or the words we said. We were everything that a girl dreams of, maybe I was a stupid girl for dreaming that we could last, maybe I was so in love I ignored every sign pointing me away from you or maybe for once in my life, I’m right. Maybe for once, I know exactly what I’m doing, exactly what I’m talking about.

I don’t believe that two lovers, as strong as us, could just be a lesson in life. I don’t believe that God placed us together to teach us something because the only thing I’ve learnt is that I’m totally madly in love with you. That’s no lesson to me, I haven’t been taught anything, you haven’t finished your purpose in my life. I believe the lesson you’ll teach is that if people are meant to be, no matter how far they drift, they find their way back.

It’s not over for me, it’s not even close. I can still picture our future, I see it every night in my dreams, so to hell to everyone who says it’s not going to happen. I feel it, in my bones, in my heart, in my gut, I can feel the power of my love for you and I can’t seem to let it go. I’m not staying by choice, my hearts drawn to you.

And maybe I’m wrong, maybe we were meant to fall apart and stay apart, maybe we weren’t right and maybe you have taught me an invisible lesson.

But I’m going to hold onto the idea of me being right, and whatever comes next, good or bad, I’ll take full responsibility for it.

I’m in love with you, and I think you’re still in love with me.

Silent Water

Send 🐬 for an AU where my muse is a mermaid/man being kept in an aquarium.  

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Pavellan. Dorian Pavus x Varlen Lavellan. Mermaid AU (approx 2271 words). Thank you for the prompt @kurosmind!


He hated it. The way they stared.

When they’d first dragged him from the sea, a part of him had been almost excited by the idea. He’d heard the stories, after all. Stories of his people leaving the water, heading onto land, striking questionable deals with witches, finding their legs. Finding love. For a long time, Varlen had been swimming in intentionally shallow waters, tempting fate, daring the world beyond the ocean to fasten its teeth on his lure. Take him somewhere new. Away from the reef he called home, nestled at the heart of a once-beautiful carpet of coral. Now, it was little more than chalk in hazy water. He’d watched it die. Watched it since he was a child, unable to understand. He’d begged his clan to leave; to find somewhere else. But they were stubborn. Some were even convinced they could fix it.

Varlen had never been one to invest in an impossible future.

But humans. Creators, they were different. Always moving, always pushing the boundaries of what they knew. Throwing themselves out onto the sea in metal ships. Descending to the darkest depths in clear orbs, glimpsing the world in narrow beams of torchlight. Unaware of everything lurking just a few feet to either side. Ever since Varlen was a child, he had wanted to be close to humans. To see what they saw beyond the breaking of the waves, where the world turned from blue to green.

Foolish, stupid dream.

Maybe they’d caught him off-guard. Maybe he’d let them. He’d thought it would be different; assumed the stories his father told about the horrors of humanity were lies meant to keep him controlled and obedient. The first things the humans had done was lock him in a dark tank, hidden away in the belly of their ship. He’d been patient for a few hours, thinking maybe this was just what they did; some kind of strange custom, or a rule they had to follow before they could talk to him. His clanmates had their own unusual traditions, after all. But as the hours dragged on, a deep, dark fear began to settle in Varlen’s chest. Fear at the darkness that surrounded him. Fear at the silent water, empty of everything that made the ocean so beautiful. Everything that made it home.

Water should never be silent.

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Intruder

Somebody breaks into your house.

  • Dean Winchester
  • 1100+ Words
  • No warnings (that I’m aware of)

The noise downstairs startled you out of a deep slumber. You jerked open your eyes and bolted upright in your bed, listening hard to see if there was another crash, bang, something. It almost sounded as if somebody fell and hit the ground hard, but you couldn’t tell if it was part of your dream or if you really heard something.

After a few minutes, you didn’t hear anything else. The whole house was dead silent and the only sounds were those of the cars driving by on the road and a bit of wind blowing against the house, causing a few creaks, as the house was a bit old.

Another minute or two passes, just as you were about to lay your messy bed-head back on the pillow, you thought you heard the faint sound of boots walking on the hardwood floors just below you. This caused the hair on your arms to stand on end and a signal shoot up the spine of your back, making your whole body grow cold and your vision blurred from the fear that you were forced to feel.

Jumping out of bed, you pulled a robe on and looked around for your phone, only to recall leaving it in the kitchen after a rough day at work and forgetting to plug it in on your bedside table. This would be just your luck!

“Okay…” You breathed, glancing around your bedroom for anything that may help. Of course, this was an old house but it was very new to you, and you hadn’t fully unpacked everything just yet. “No bat, no nothing. Nice work, Y/N.” You silently curse yourself as you open your bedroom door, thankfully not making a sound as you tiptoe to the stairs and glance down.

The house was still dark with only the light from the streetlamps outside to illuminate through the windows. You pause and listen again, waiting for another sound but you can’t hear anything as the minutes tick by on the clock you managed to hang on the wall.

One step at a time, that’s how you decided to take the stairs, taking your time to reach the bottom floor, just incase there was a serial killer hiding somewhere, waiting to strike and feast on your organs. Maybe watching that movie about Jeffrey Dahmer wasn’t such a great idea before bed…

You made it into the kitchen after taking your time. You look around, not able to see your phone with the little light provided through the windows. The air down here felt thick and… strange. There was no other word to describe it other than strange. You’ve never had the feeling that somebody was ducked behind your couch with a butcher knife, ready to stab you, or hiding behind a closed door until you went back to sleep, ready to tear your guts out.

Then again, maybe this was all just a bad dream.

“Stupid.” You comment to yourself, realizing you couldn’t have heard anything. There’s no way that you walked into the kitchen and didn’t see anybody. You were silent, they wouldn’t have been able to hide in time.

You turn, ready to head up the stairs when you realized the hairs on the back of your neck were standing up now. You pull your robe around your waist and look to your left, then your right, looking for anything that may be off.

A figure in the corner.

Before you could scream, the figure shot out of the corner with his hands up, a dopy look across his face. His face, he wasn’t hiding it. He was willingly coming out of the shadows so you could see him. Perhaps he liked his victims to see him before he killed them, you thought.

“Don’t scream!” He panicked.

“Don’t scream?!” You blinked, completely taken by surprise by the… rather handsome intruder. Was this a dream? “You broke into my house!”

“No, I mean—yeah, I did. I ain’t gonna hurtcha, though.” He smiled rather charmingly at you.

“My boyfriend will be home any minute!” You take a couple steps back and map out how many steps it took to get to the door from where you stood.

The man slowly put down his hands, making your heart race a little faster, and he chuckled. “Sweetheart, you ain’t gotta boyfriend. I’ve been watching you.”

“Wha—“ The word got hung in your throat.

The man shrugged his shoulders and made himself at home on a stool at the bar that separated the both of you. “You see, I’m a hunter, a demon hunter, and my baby brother, Sammy, along with myself, we hunt monsters. You, darlin’, are smack dab in the middle of a town infested with the damn things. How that happened, I don’t know, nor do I care. But I am here to make sure you don’t get eaten up by a son-of-a-bitch who may get a little fang-happy.”

You felt like his words made no sense, yet a part of you wanted to believe what he was saying. Monsters, demons, hunters, you’d heard the stories and you always wanted to believe they were true, but to have this guy sit here and tell you it was real?

Hugging your robe closer to you, you clear your throat and glance toward the doorway that was just behind this man. “You’re crazy…”

“That I am.” He smirked. “But, uh, I am here to check on you. Thought I saw something in here so I… sorta lockpicked your door and waltzed right on in. Found your living room window open, but I think I may have scared it away.”

You reach up and run a shaking hand through your hair, still wanting to believe his story, only it doesn’t seem real. Monsters… Demons… Hunters… “I don’t…”

“Believe me?” The man’s eyes dropped down and his smirk slipped right off his face. His pupils dilated and his mouth fell open slightly, leaving a bit of drool to run down his chin as he was in the middle of speaking.

You furrowed your brows together, suddenly feeling a little more anxious than before. “What…?” You asked, pulling the robe that had fallen open around yourself and tying it shut.

“…Nothing…” The man sucked air between his teeth and looked down, his cheeks flushed and his eyes closed now. “I know it’s hard to process, but the name is Dean. I’ll be the one in the Impala outside if you need me.” He cleared his throat and got to his feet.

That night, you didn’t get much sleep. You tried, after watching Dean walk out to his car and fall asleep behind the wheel. You tried to close your eyes and get some rest, but you just wanted more answers.

I can’t stop thinking about what would it be if they would give us a chance to choose between North and Simon to be close with. Like, dialogues could be the same, only the person would be different. And we all could be happy 

anonymous asked:

Thank you for not being mad at me for sending along ask, I just love Loki so much and people tell me am stupid because he is a fictional character but I can't help but fall for him, love him and dream of him. maybe I am stupid but it won't stop me loving him.

Omg, how can I possibly be mad at you???!!!! What the hell, who is telling you this nonsense?! Love Loki as much as you want! It doesn’t make you stupid at all! Sometimes it is essential for us for loving fictional characters. They help us going through hard times, help us coping with certain events in our life. You are not stupid. And never forget how much Loki loves you!

anonymous asked:

Alright this is weird, but. I saw dylrictrash's post (at least I'm pretty sure it was them) about "what if Eric and Dylan swapped heights" - but...what if they like, /literally/ swapped heights. Overnight. Eric runs into a door and Dylan suddenly can't grab things off the really really high shelves. Eric's metabolism is suddenly UP HERE and Dylan practically feels lethargic by comparison. None of their clothes fit anymore. Imagine it.

honestly i’m sorry if this is too rushed or too silly i really just wanted to get content out

any other night, any other morning.
—but it just had to be this one.
eric had taken the pleasure to sleep in the same bed as dylan the night before, and dylan didn’t mind too much— except for the fact that they’d never slept together before. eric’s arms were FUCKING EVERYWHERE. his legs? FUCKING EVERYWHERE. if eric and dylan weren’t such close friends, and leaning towards the ‘friends with benefits’ side, dylan definitely would have kicked him out of his bed and told him to sleep on the couch.
but this wasn’t exactly the problem here.
dylan, standing in his bathroom, is kiiiiiiinda having a mental breakdown of sorts. why, you ask?
he’s about a foot shorter than he was yesterday morning.
he can’t reach things from his shelf, or from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, or even the top of the fucking shower curtain. he realizes that panicking won’t do a lot in helping him, but it’s not gonna fix it, either. he’s walking back into his bedroom when he find eric, standing in a little too much panic, ready to break just about fucking anything he sees.
“dylan, what the actual fuck is going on. why do i look like a hooker? why are my clothes so fucking tiny?”
“you’re asking me! i’m fucking short as shit and you’re a giant! my clothes are literal fucking garbage bags!”
eric’s staring at his best friend blankly, then looking around the room, and then he just kind of smiles to himself. “heh. i’m taking some of your clothes. i’ll be back in a little bit.”
and then he’s fucking gone— but, y'know, not before he slams his head into the top of the door frame.
“FUCK.”
honestly, dylan didn’t know how to fix whatever the hell happened to the both of them, or why it even happened, but he really just wants to go back to bed. maybe it’s a stupid dream, or nightmare or whatever. maybe.
fuck that.

Definite Erejean

Part II of @raefill‘s Almost Erejean. If you haven’t read that, I recommend doing so before reading this. It’s a hilarious piece.

This starts smutty and ends smutty. Jean catches the feels somewhere in between. Ending hints at eventual Ererijean.


“Oh, fuck! Right there, God, right fucking there!” Eren cries, knees shaking.

Jean bites his lip, trying not to let Eren fucking Jaeger of all people turn him into a mess.

Trying and failing. “E-Eren… nnngh!” The swing of his hips comes more spastically, his fingers dig further into Eren’s hips in his attempt to make this last a little longer, to get Eren off as hard as he promised.

The shaking of Eren’s knees travels up to his thighs, leaving his tanned hips trembling in Jean’s grasp. His walls begin to tighten rhythmically around Jean’s cock, his knuckles whiten as they grip the sheets harder. “Jean… gonna… c-come..” he whimpers into the pillow. Fuck. This man is going to be the death of him. He snaps his hips forward harder, slamming the headboard against the wall, brushing against that bundle of nerves inside of Eren that has him calling his name over and over.

Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean.

When Eren comes, shaking, cursing, and more beautiful than anything else that Jean has ever seen, it isn’t long before he’s tumbling over the edge with him.

Jean collapses on top of the brunet under him, heaving for breath and pressing soft kisses to his back.

“Hey Jean,” Eren says rather loudly.

“What? Jesus, Jaeger you don’t have to yell, I’m right here.”

“Wake up!” Eren bellows.

“I am awake! Why are you yelling?”

“Jean! Jean, wake the hell up! You’re gonna be late for class!”

Late for class? That’s… Connie’s voice?

His eyes slowly open to the sound of someone slamming their fist against his door. “Jean!”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya!” He shouts back, still bewildered and wondering what the hell that dream was about.

“Well, are you coming?!”

A small choking sound escapes Jean’s throat as he peels the sheet off of himself, a blush colouring his cheeks at the mess he’s made. “Y-yeah! Just – I’ll catch up, okay? Save me a seat!”

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Future Starts Slow

7 years passed like water under the bridge. Henry turned into the young man Regina and Emma were proud of him to be and Bella, well Bella was as spoiled and angelic as she had always been. Nothing at all changed in their daily life but the deep lines in Regina’s face since she was over mid-forties and Emma was as beautiful as she was the day they had met in that bar. Well at least Regina was thinking that way.

Happily married for 7 years and happily together for far longer than the paper work says, love they shared didn’t even lessen a bit despite it got bigger and bigger each day. Henry was almost 13, a teen and not any less complicated to deal with and Bella was at that age where she kept asking whys and hows, which annoyed everyone in the house at some point, annoying Henry far too easily though.

At some point they opened one more café, other one left to Melanie and at some point Lily, as she had returned to her home town with a random guy and a ring on her finger, Mal had almost fainted. Second café, bigger one of the two had been under Regina’s grasp ever since the first day but the surprising fact even with his teen syndromes and hormones all over the place, Henry kept helping her mother every afternoon after school. It had been in his blood.

With their expanded family and budget, a room for Bella was in order. They moved into a house, closer to Zelena’s. With a large garden where Henry and Bella could run around, at least when Henry chased after a belonging Bella grabbed from his closed doors. God she was such a trouble at times.

Regina grabbed two root beers from the fridge, Henry was out with his friens, as far as he says, ‘why do you even need to know his name? I tell you he is a friend.’ God Regina almost, almost sent him back to his room, if it wasn’t for Emma stepping in. She walked to the back yard, smiling as she saw Emma there. It was maybe stupid but she always felt like she was in a dream when she saw Emma in their yard just relaxing after her tiring day, sometimes just scratching something or staring at the sky even sometimes trying to answer none ending questions of their daughter.

But for now, it was only two off them. Bella was off to Zelena’s and Henry out, it was their ‘us’ time. She shook her head a little stepping of the wooden stairs to the stones embedded into grass as the pathway to the outdoor couches her wife was lying on. “I thought something cool was in order.” She took the seat right under Emma’s legs, pulling them on her lap. She twisted open the door and took a sip slowly.

i guess i’m stupid for thinking that anyone could love me as deep as i love. for thinking that anyone would want me as much as i want. My fault for setting such high hopes for people who never really cared to see where my dreams were. Maybe i’m stupid but I can’t just let go of every feeling I have. Maybe that’s why I always end up broken.

anonymous asked:

It's not stupid to have a dream. And maybe with some lucky fairy dust you could get your dream under the stars dance

Yeah….sure fairytales are for princesses,and I learned a long time ago that VKs don’t get the magic dance under the stars.

unkindnessofone  asked:

33 with Calum please! Thanks for trying out the prompts and I hope they help you start writing again :)

(Thank you for creating them! They’re amazing :) Hope you like them x)

“Engaged…that’s…wow.”

“No need to sound so excited Calum.”

“No it’s just…shocking…I can’t believe…I don’t…you’re engaged.””

“Well, yeah.” I nod, holding up my left hand to show him the ring. “I was there.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He mutters, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “Congratulations.”

“You know, you’re supposed to at least pretend to be excited when someone tells you they’re engaged.”

“Sorry.” He mumbles again, sighing a little. “It’s just…I just really thought you’d pick me.”

His words come out softly, his eyes screwing shut after they leave his lips. I wrap my arms around my waist, looking down at the floor and taking a shaky breath, blinking back the tears that instantly begin to attempt to fall.

“That’s not fair Cal.” I whisper, my voice shaking. “You can’t do that to me now. Not after everything.”

“I know. God, I know. He replies, his own voice cracking. “But for the past four years I’ve clung to the stupid dream that maybe you’d choose me, maybe you’d realise that you didn’t love him as much as you thought, maybe it was me all along. And it was selfish and cruel, just like this, but I’ve clung to it just like I clung to the idea that you’re my girl.”

“You can’t do this.” I repeat, finally looking up to meet his watery eyes. “I got over you. Do you not understand that? You broke me and I got over you. And then, just as I meet a guy who I think maybe could be better for me, could love me better than you, you appear again. And I send you away, because I can’t do it. I can’t be broken by you again. And now I’m finally happy, finally living a life I dreamed about as a little girl, you appear all over again and try and tear it down. How is that fair Calum?”

“It’s not.”

“No. It’s not.” I agree, wiping my tears away. “Four years ago, I would have chosen you. But now, I don’t even know who you are any more.”