my favorite song again

It has to be destiny

I hope that you like it, because I was waiting for request like that, like… whole my life.

Originally posted by cumberbatchlives

Doctor Stephen Strange opened his eyes and looked around with furrowed brow, not recognizing his surrounding at first. He sighed seeing that he was sitting in his armchair in the library of Sanctum Sanctorum. The flame in fire place, that he was sitting close to, was slowly dying out. Looking at himself Doctor noticed that he was covered by thick blanket, his cape nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, Stephen got up from armchair and laid the blanket on it before he made his way out of the library and looked around the corridor, trying to figure out, where could his cape went. Smelling the smell coming from the kitchen, man smiled and went in the said direction, his smile only growing when he heard the tunes of  Frank Sinatra’s Witchcraft. Trying to make as little sound as possible, Strange peeked into the room, to see you, dancing slightly with his cape of levitation, humming to the tunes of the song and occasionally turning to the stove to stir, whatever was in the pod, with your wooden spoon.

Leaning against the doorframe, man crossed his arms at his chest and looked at you with soft eyes. The way your hips swings, how you spin with the cape of levitation, the sparks in your (r/c) eyes and smile, oh this gentle, beautiful  smile you barely was showing to anyone in normal days. But it wasn’t normal day. The Christmas was nearing, snow covered the streets completely and it was that time that everyone felt the atmosphere of the holidays that were only one week apart.

Seeing you like that, Strange couldn’t help but think about the day he meet you.

It was in Kamar-Taj. When the Ancient One finally allowed him in, he was greeted by your amused face. You definitely weren’t new there. Yet Strange assumed that you couldn’t be there longer than Mordo. At least that’s what he thought, taking in your appearance. Your hair were in colorful mess, that he barely could notice their natural (h/c) color. Your robes were loose, showing your bandaged chest, where he was able to see a small pentagram-like tattoo. You didn’t look like you were used to what the monks were wearing, more like if they made you wear the clothes you were totally against to. Oh, how you laughed, not even two days later, at the sight of his face, when Mordo told him that you were with the monks from when you were barely a teenager, becoming the one of the best among them in matter of weeks. Strange never got to know your story, of how you got there, but he didn’t care, not after you showed him that past doesn’t matter, that his hands didn’t really mattered in the mystic arts, and that it was your destiny to meet. He didn’t agreed with you at the beginning, but he learned to trust your words with time. You were the one who introduced him to Wong and helped him with his studding, never getting mad at him and having a lot of patience with him. It was you, who showed him, how to get books from library that Wong didn’t want to give him yet, telling him the story of how you did the same, years ago, with former master librarian.

It was right before Kaecilius attacked, that Strange understood that his feelings for you weren’t just regular, boring friendship, but something much stronger, yet how strong he didn’t really know, not then. It came clear to him in Hong Kong, when while rewinding time he saw your lifeless body lying in the rubble of destroyed Sanctuary. When you stood up, Strange couldn’t help himself and hugged you, pulling you to his chest with all his force, and despite the circumstances he laughed at how shocked you were at the fact that you were alive.

“I love you.” Were his first words when he saw you, half year later, entering the New Your sanctuary as the new guardian of it. In that moment smile that was on your face only grew at wat you heard. It turned out as the best day of Doctor’s life in the moment you dropped the bag with your thing and hugged him, answering to his statement with the exact same words… after you called him a dumbass.

It was two years from when he meet you, and full year from his confession, and every day of it was just perfect, yet it was probably the first time he saw you cooking something else than water for tea.

Strange blinked, focusing on reality when he felt the weight of his cape resting on his shoulders and pushing him into the kitchen, where you were now completely focused on preparing the food, still swaying your hips to the sound of the music in the background, your humming quiet, yet the best and most perfect sound for Stephen’s ears.

Standing behind you and placing his shaking hands on your hips, Doctor started moving with you, his lips carefully kissing your uncovered shoulder, then neck and ear, at which he blew slightly.

“Frank Sinatra Witchcraft, 1957, composed by Cy Coleman with lyrics by Carolyn Leigh.” You giggled, turning off the stove and turning around to look him in the eyes.

“My favorite song.” Strange hummed, bowing his head and kissing your lips.

“I thought it was Hey Jude by The Beatles.”

“No.” You bopped his nose. “It’s my favorite Beatles song.”

“Ah.” He kissed you again. “And why are you cooking? I though you are not capable of such an act.” Rolling your eyes you pushed him slightly, and went to the cupboard to get plates.

“And where did you get that idea?”

“Taking the amount of pizza boxes and other take-outs that we are nearly drowning in?” He leaned against the table, watching you as you putted your dish on the both plates.

“Just for your information. I can cook, I just choose not to do it.”

“Then why today?” He took the plates for you and sat at the table, watching with smile as you poured wine in the glasses. He took his time smelling the dish and his mouth watered at the smell.

“Pizza Hut is not delivering today because of snow.” You sat in front of him and gave him his wineglass and giggling at him, eying the food in front of him. “It’s chicken with rice and vegetables with curry and pepper.” Strange took a bite and his eyes widened.

“It’s delicious.” You grinned at his words and started eating yourself.

After the dinner, Stephen washed the dishes and took you back to library where the both of you sat on the sofa, covered yourself with blanket and looked at the flames in the fireplace that Doctor rekindled, sipping wine, your head on his shoulder, the sound of burning wood and your breaths the only sounds in the room.

When Doctor reached to table for his book, you stopped him and climbed on his laps after placing both your wineglasses on the table, and hugged him with gentle smile on your face. When he hugged you back, you felt that you wanted the time to stop at this very moment, just so you can stay like this for whole eternity.

When you lowered your head to his neck and started nibbling at his skin, Strange smiled and started playing lazily with your hair.

“And what are you doing?” You chuckled soundlessly in his heck and looked at him with innocent eyes.

“Dunno. Though it may be the perfect moment for the dessert?” Smiling, Strange placed his hand on your neck and pulled you for lazy, gentle kiss, the one that made you melt inside.

“Have I ever told you, how much I love you?”

“Few times.” You pecked his lips and started playing with his robes. “But you may remind me. You know how forgetful I can be.” Smiling Stephen pushed you on the sofa and hovered above you, capturing your lips once more, yet with much more passion than earlier.

Maybe you were right and it was destiny that he get into an accident that evening? After all, if not it, he wouldn’t have meet you, and world would be much likely destroyed. And now, because of his careless behavior on the road, he was there, with the most perfect woman in the universe, knowing that she was his whole world, and that for her, he would do and fight everything. It has to be destiny, there is no other way that he would love this much someone who wasn’t destined for him. Even though he doesn’t know her story, he doesn’t care. It was past, and it’s now that mattered…

And now, he had a very important matter in his hands… and below him…

Yes, it has to be destiny.

You always hated my favorite song so I stopped playing it after you left in hopes that you’d come back.
—  Things I realized when I thought about what I want to tell you if I ever see you again, part IX
WWRD 01: I Swear on my Honor (ft. Jeongguk)

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofbangtan7

→ angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au
→ when a forbidden relationship between the general’s daughter and a vampire used as a military tool takes place during the war.
prologue: “I know” | 01 I swear on my honor | 02 “Marry me” [M] | 03 Freedom doesn’t exist | 04 On the Other Side

Summary: arranged marriage au with Jeongguk, the lieutenant your parents have arranged for you to marry. He was nothing but perfect, but you no longer longed for perfection anymore.

But somewhere in your heart, you longed for freedom, to escape this stiff-backed, constant air of politeness and grace. Just once, you wished silently, you wanted to experience the world without a worry and make your own choice.  Although his excellent competence, you didn’t know Jeon Jeongguk. You’d never felt the rush of your heartbeat or the quickening of your breath at his presence, neither the heat or fiery urges fueled by love. Just this once, you wanted to make your own decision this time instead of your parents; to choose a man who loved you as much as you loved him, to choose a partner only in the terms of the passion you felt for him and his soul. But, your reality was less kind. 

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I’m not really sure that Leslie Knope was into Liz Phair in the 90s but I’m pretty she put Supernova on one of those mix CDs for Ben…

Lean On Me

Anon asked: Imagine request- your stiles younger sister by two years. And I guess you can say that your rebellious stage was coming through. Since your dad was always working stiles would always take of you. One day you and stiles get into a huge fight because of the way you have been acting lately. You storm out the house and ride your bike crying to your hide out spot only stiles knows about. He finds you sitting down and you guys have like a heart felt conversation and it’s cute and sentimental :) thanks

Word count: 1057

A/N: to be forgiven for my absence this week, I posted two imagines today!! Hope you like it!

“There’s no way you’re going out like that, Y / N. ”

I was very frustrated. Nobody understood me; nobody wanted to listen. Obviously that made me angry. Being misunderstood, especially at my age, was something horribly raging.

“I do what I want,” I replied to my brother in a scathing manner. My tone showed very well all the frustration that was burning inside of me.

“Y / N, you have not seen yourself! Go and change right away, "Stiles insisted authoritatively as he stepped outside the front door to keep me from going out, arms folded over his chest, trying to look superior.

I grunted for a moment before kicking. He upset me. What was wrong with my outfit? It was summer and I could finally put on my new dress! Okay it was a bit short, but it was beautiful and I had saved for a very long time to be able to buy it. So there was no way I miss that opportunity to show my friends at school my new purchase.

"Get out of my way,” I said, resolute.

“Y / N, your attitude is unacceptable!”

“Stop taking yourself for daddy! You are not him and you will never be him!” I shouted after him. Stiles closed his mouth before looking threatened and dejected. He seemed very disappointed in me, but in the moment, the rage blinded me too much. I was exhausted; tired that he took himself for our father. Our father worked too much so he was often absent from home.

“Okay then. If you want to go to class looking like someone else who isn’t you, just to look like your "friends”, go. But remember I warned you. “

For only answer I grunted, pushing him out of my way. Unfortunately I would have to endure him all the way to school since he was driving.

I felt bad about the dispute I had with my brother earlier in the morning, but I didn’t dare apologize. I felt so bad that a ball of anguish had formed in my throat. I could no longer erase his gaze from my mind, the disappointed gaze he had just before I left the house. The anger had now descended and the guilt had taken its place.

"Y / N! Wow you are beautiful! ”

I turned to face my friends who were all dressed in beautiful clothes that revealed their long, thin and perfect legs.

“It was beautiful last year, so lame,” added another, which made the whole group laugh.

My face broke down and the discussion I had with my brother came back to my mind. He was right. I should have listened to him. They were superficial, they weren’t my friends. I glanced at Stiles, a little way back, which had seen and heard everything. Tears ran down my cheeks and I ran into the school, beneath their wicked laughter.

After school, I went home, depressed. I had a long day and all I wanted to do was cry at every second. Guilt gnawed at me. I felt so bad; I didn’t want a sermon from Stiles. I only wanted to roll myself into a ball in my bed and forget the shame I had experienced. But of course, someone was waiting for me.

“So, Y / N.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Stiles,” I almost spit at him. I didn’t want to listen to him. Especially not right now.

“I won’t tell you that I told you so.”

It was too much, the tension accumulated all day just exploded.

“Stop taking yourself for daddy! He’s not there, like always, and you are my brother and nothing else! So stop taking me for a baby! You irritate me so much! I hate you!” I yelled at him before going outside and jumping on my bike before going to the only place I knew I was going to be alone. My hide-out.

I pedaled as fast as I could. My legs burned but I didn’t care. The pain felt good, it made me forget my horrible day and the dispute I had with my big brother. The guilt was getting worse.

Once I got there, I hid my bike and sat down, my knees up, my head resting on them and I started to cry. I didn’t know what took me to shout at him like that, to tell him I hate you. I didn’t know why I was like that. Why I wanted to look like these girls. It wasn’t me … I just wanted to have friends, be accepted, to feel…  a bit normal.

I spent many minutes crying when I heard his voice.

"I knew I’d find you here,” Stiles whispered before taking a seat beside me. I didn’t lift my head and sobbed softly, so he put his hand on my back and made comforting circles. The same gesture when we were younger, something that comforted me every time. When my sobs were calm enough for me to speak, I raised my head towards him. He had a very sad look, a normal thing since his little sister was crying in front of him.

“I … I’m sorry …” I mumbled before starting to sob again. His gaze was also filled with water and he squeezed me into his arms, starting to hum my favorite song until I calmed down again. At that sound, my breath calmed down and I let myself be lulled by his voice.

“I’m not trying to replace daddy,” he started slowly. “But as he’s not often there, it’s my responsibility to take care of my little sister. You are the most precious person to me, and all I want is for you to be happy, Y / N.”

New tears of guilt fill my eyes as I snorted.

“I am… am … so … sorry f-for … how I have … spoken,” I said among sobs that choked my voice.

“Shhhh….” He said before caressing my back again. “I was your age, too. I know what it’s like, I know you didn’t meant what you said. ”

“I love you Stiles…”

“I love you too Y / N. Don’t worry, tomorrow I will give a good correction to these girls for making my little sister cry.”

My Favorite Songs from 2016 (Playlist)

Hey all! I have once again carefully crafted a playlist of my favorite songs of the year! Lots of good stuff to fill your ears, and maybe some gems that might have passed you by!

I think I would have to say Your Best American Girl by Mitski was my favorite song, and my favorite album was probably Hitch by The Joy Formidable. It’s a close race this year, though!

Here are my favorite 50 on Spotify!

Here are my favorite 10 on Spotify!

And here’s the whole list for browsing, and nodding at, and going “hmm”, or whatever:

Hades Pleads – Parker Millsap

Magic – Gungor

Born Again Teen – Lucius

Katchi (feat. Leon Bridges) – Nick Waterhouse, Leon Bridges

Awoo (feat. Betta Lemme) – Sofi Tukker, Betta Lemme

Cheap Thrills – Sia

Conqueror – AURORA

Wheat – Wilderado

Ways to Fake It – CRX

Loudspeaker – MUNA

Crying in the Sunshine – Miniature Tigers

Brazil – Declan McKenna

Hurt Like Hell – The Heydaze

Shake This Feeling – Switchfoot

Way Down We Go – Kaleo

Swings And Waterslides – Viola Beach

Classic Masher – Pixies

Strange – LP

Cleopatra – The Lumineers

Anywhere – Passenger

White Flag – Joseph

Heart Is Black – Escondido

Whatever – The Beths

Anything – Catfish and the Bottlemen

Thank God For Girls – Weezer

So Alive – The Goo Goo Dolls

Laugh About It – Paper Route

I’ll Be Around – The Growlers

Stop Desire – Tegan and Sara

Diamonds and Gold – The Gray Havens

I Hope – Har Mar Superstar

Lowlife – That Poppy

Heathens – Twenty One Pilots

OBLIVIUS – The Strokes

Paracetamol – Declan McKenna

Your Best American Girl – Mitski

Ophelia – The Lumineers

Spirits – The Strumbellas

Kiss the Night – Gungor

Victorious – Wolfmother

Liana – The Joy Formidable

House On Fire – Sia

Youth Without Love – Har Mar Superstar

All Day All Night – River Whyless

Rest In Peace – Yellowcard

Shadows of the Dawn – The Gray Havens

Titus Was Born – Young the Giant

While My Guitar Gently Weeps – Regina Spektor

Half The World Away – AURORA

Endless Bummer – Weezer



Though Taylor Swift’s decision to put her discography back on Spotify a week ago was—despite her protestations—an obvious attempt at further inflaming Katy Perry, it’s also a good enough reason as any to reexamine her discography. So it is now that I urge you to listen to her fourth album Red.

It’s hard now to think of Swift as something smaller and more humble than the highest, most gleaming lightning rod in a dark thunderous sky, but when Red was released in October 2012 she was mostly just a good ol’ pop star. She was not without controversy, of course (Kanye West’s interruption of her VMA acceptance speech happened in 2009), but still most of it was centered around which of her songs were about which of her famous ex-boyfriends, a scavenger hunt she openly encouraged via clues written into her albums’ liner notes. She was not yet a one-woman factory for conversations about feminism or race or gentrification, whose every move is treated with presidential-level scrutiny.

Red, in many respects, feels like the last pure Taylor Swift album we’ll ever get. It’s not just the last one before her career became consumed by the narratives that grow from it, but also the last one before she completely engineered her music for world domination. Nobody with a stake in the Taylor Swift business—which is a lot of people—would deem her most recent album 1989 to be anything other than a gigantic success, not when counting (the money derived from) three No. 1 singles, 1.2 million copies moved in its first week, and a sold-out worldwide tour. 1989 is still encoded with Swift’s DNA—top-shelf songwriting and her typically biting, often self-referential lyrics—but it presents a homogenized version of a pop star who once stood alone in an industry colored by the creation and pursuit of trends. 1989 pulls broadly from the history of pop music—”Shake It Off” nods at Motown girl groups, while a song like “All You Had to Do Was Stay” is pure Radio Disney—but it’s mostly infatuated, like so much pop of the time, with the ’80s. The country music of her early days was left a molted skin. Her much cooler friends Haim loomed large.

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My best stuff comes
when I’m the only
awake for miles.
That’s where
my heart is.
Jumping fences and
crossing some desolate
I have to go there
to find it and when
I open the gate or
cross the bridge,
I come back with words.
I feel things again. I can
smoke a cigarette to my
favorite song, think
of you and smile.
When I wake up
it’s gone again,
I know
where it goes
every single time.
—  bg-the price of writing

Pirates of the Caribbean Modern Police Procedural: Norrington x Syrena 
“You are different. You protect. But, James, who protects you?” 
“Watch yourself, James. That girl was born out of something dark.”

→Decorated Detective James Norrington is the lead investigator on a horrific serial killer case. Recently dumped (publicly) by the governor’s daughter, and having made a risky decision that almost cost him his career, James does not hold out much hope for his future. Dr. Jules Bertrand (alias “Syrena”) is a smart young forensic psychologist with a past she hopes she never has to share with anyone. Partnered up, they team up with a group of rogues called the Black Pearl, and become friends. But when the case takes a surprising turn, Jules realizes she may have to reveal her past to make a break and stop this killer from striking again. Inspired by my favorite song.
I’ve been feeling foolish; you should try it.
                                      She came and substituted for peace and quiet.