misunderstanding

Guys, there’s something you need to know. In French lots of words have the same pronounciation yet different meanings. One of my fav probably is the homonyms of “gay”.


There’s 2 of them:
Tu es gai” means “you’re joyful but “tu es gay” means “you’re gay. It is pronounced exactly the same but you will hear it differently depending on the context.
Still, the best part is “fais le guet” which means “keep watch but you can understand “fais le gay”/“act gay.

Now imagine your OTP being on some kind of infiltration mission, pursued by ennemies. Person A tells person B to “keep watch”. But because person B took it in the wrong way, he starts acting totally gay in the middle of battle, not understanding how it’d be useful but doing it anyway because person A told him to.

Noises

content: After hearing some suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam decides to confront his brother.

word count: 2,088


“Dean, we need to talk.”

Sam’s voice sounds very serious while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something similar and that’s always a bad sign.

Dean, however, isn’t really impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a quick glance over his shoulder.

“And what’s so important at 7 a.m.?”

Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his eyebrows.

“How about we talk about last night?”

Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky, “What do you mean?”

“Well, just look at you!” Sam says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey on your neck.”

Dean ducks his head and tries forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.

Damn.

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Misunderstanding

Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?




The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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Misunderstanding

It was late at night in the dorms and most of the others had already gone to bed. Kaminari’s feet dragged along the floor as he made his way to the kitchen down on the first floor. A yawn stretched his jaw, and he rubbed his tired eyes with the heel of his hand.

Kaminari was surprised to see a light at the end of the hallway, meaning someone else was awake. Wincing against the brightness, his socks muffled his steps into the kitchen. A boy with spiky blonde hair was reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water. When a red gaze fell on Kaminari, he felt shivers run down his spine.

Without speaking, Bakugo stalked closer, face scrunched in a narrow-eyed glare. Worried to make any sudden movements, Kaminari held his breath and waited as Bakugo paused right in front of him and angrily stared before moving past. In utter confusion, the electricity user watched the retreating form of the explosive teen.

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It could be worse..you know
  • Family: you're such a disappointment; all you do is sleep.
  • Me: y'all know, there's drugs, teens getting pregnant, drinking and alotta other sht going on right now but yet I chose to sleep..y'all never satisfied.

hoechyeatylerhoechlin  asked:

Hi there, I just found your blog! I'm super excited to have a blog that recs recent fics, I have been finding it so hard to find any lately. So thank you! I saw your merman rec list and am super excited to read all these merman fic I didn't even know existed! Because there so many new fics you recommended that I didn't even know about, I was wondering if you would be up for doing a Werewolf Convention reclist? Of course only if you want to. Thanks so much for putting your time into this blog!:)

Sorry it took me so long to put this together! Only just checked the inbox for this blog yesterday and am so happy to have a first prompt!!! Yay! So thank you so much!! 

★=Fics that could use more kudos, comments, and appreciation.

2017

I LOVE!: 

We Have Potential by @dragon-temeraire (2/2 | 10,196 | Teen)

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Enjoyed this so much!: 

Espy Me, While I Watch You by ​frostedgoddess / @derrickhale (11/11 | 30,823 | Gen.)

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

Wonderful! Will leave you with awwws: 

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse / @mad-madam-m  (1/1 | 11,536 | Explicit)

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Sweet, sweet, sweet:

Logistics of Traveling with Werewolves by SylvieW / @sylvie-w (1/1 | 11357 | Mature)

The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It’s harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.

Awesome!: 

Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries / @dylanlovesthemets (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

Hottt!! 0_0: 

★Quick by LupusScintilla / @inkandblade (1/1 | 433 | Mature)

The sunlight held back by the blinds on the window was almost, but not quite, as bright as the evil glint in Stiles’ eye a few moments ago.


2016

Cuuuuuuteee!!:

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by @alocalband​ (1/1 | 3,009 | Mature)

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Short but so sweet and important!:

★taking the pain away by triggeringthehealing / @froggydarren (1/1 | 471 | Teen)

The obvious thought is the werewolf pain leeching power. That is what he’d expect to think of when someone asks about a touch that’s healing. But when the topic is brought up at the meeting of the packs – no, Stiles, you can’t call it a convention, this isn’t cosplay and fanboying – that’s not where Derek’s mind drifts.

Yumm!:

★Indulgence by @inell (1/1 | 2,500 | Explicit) 

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Wonderful series!: 

★we crave a different kind by Marishna (1/1 | 2,128 | Teen)

“Right. Your boring, safe life. Sheltered here at the den where you never have to risk anything.” Derek was starting to get angry with the way Laura was talking about him, like he was some kind of shut-in who never saw the light of day but she kept talking. “I challenge you, Derek Hale. The conference is ending tomorrow and everyone will be leaving. I want you to go out tonight, to the bar around the corner I told you about. Have a drink, talk to some people.”

The real struggle of being an Italian Fangirl

Here in Italy we don’t translate the verb “to ship”, but we just conjugate it, following the rules of the Italian Grammar. So, the basilar form, namely the Infinite, is “shippare”. Now, in the Italian vocabulary, we have also another verb, which is “scippare”, and it is pronounced in the same way as “to ship”. The funny thing is that “scippare” is literally the act of pick-pocketing someone.

Then, if you have ever feel weird, because people have thought that you were a constructor of boats or something, just think about us. If I say “I ship Stucky” to a non-fandom person he will never realize that I’m talking about the relationship StevexBucky, but he will immediately think that I’ve just robbed a poor English man called Stucky.

We’re not just considered crazy by non-fangirls, we’re considered criminals.

Angel Cookies

Here’s my entry for the @destielharlequinchallenge <3

Word count: ~ 75K

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Summary:

“On Christmas Eve, if you eat Angel Cookies right before bed and then dream of your one true love, he will be your destiny.”
The Shurley clan sure believe their old family legend, but not Castiel James – not since he was a pudgy teenager, running down the church aisle on Christmas Day, trying to stop his very handsome and very straight teacher Dean Winchester from marrying someone else. He may be grown-up, well-toned, bestselling Young Adult’s book author “C. S. James” now, but Castiel will never forget that day. And he’ll never fall foolishly in love again, especially not for Dean Winchester.
But when the wish for a big family Christmas from his sick father brings him back home, Castiel has to confront his past. And not only that: a letter from a little fan from his home town is weighing heavy on his conscience. Reaching out to a troubled kid might endanger his secret identity. Adding to the problem is the shock of discovering that Dean is the little girl’s father – unattached and hotter than ever. Dean’s smile still makes Castiel melt, but Castiel knows that ship has sailed. The fact that Dean seems to be on board this time, however, doesn’t make it any easier for him.

Wanna taste more?

A small thing and because I had something special in mind, it totally didn’t work which… not a surprise here. A lot of thanks and love to @maliex for helping me with all the mistakes and wrong words! If it’s as good as it is, it’s because of them <3. Enjoy!


Tony doesn’t know when it had started, but suddenly Bucky’s mad at him.

After weeks, months of good natured banter, of nice talks and trading ideas, of spending time together in the workshop, playing with an engine from his collection of cars it came  like a slap to the face. Bucky’s absence is like another arc reactor in Tony’s chest, a hole that can’t be filled and he doesn’t understand how it had happened.

They were fine, really, and suddenly they weren’t anymore.

The first hint of trouble doesn’t seem like much, but it becomes the beginning of a slow downfall.

“Buck-o, you coming? Steve’s preparing movie night an-”

“Not coming,” Bucky said coldly, his eyes never leaving the book he was reading. It wasn’t weird in itself, but Bucky had always taken the time to look at Tony when speaking to him. Well. Until now.

“Everything ok?”

Tony took a few steps further into the room only to freeze in place when Bucky finally lifted his head and looked at Tony. Bucky’s eyes were hard as steel.

“Everything’s fine, Tony. You should go.”

Tony swallowed the concerned questions, the worry that was starting to gnaw at his insides and nodded. Without adding anything else, the genius turned heel and left the room.

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I believe I am the most understanding, yet misunderstood, individual I know.
— 

Realizations on a cold day in NJ.

-H. Murcia 4:11PM 2/12/2017