my mind still cannot believe this

“Now… you asked me to construct some more ciphers for you. I am sorry, my lord, but I must have misunderstood your requirements. What was wrong with the first ones I did?”
Vetinari sighed. “I am afraid they were unbreakable, Leonard.”
“But surely–”
“It is hard to explain,” said Vetinari, aware that what to him were the lucid waters of politics was so much mud to Leonard. “These new ones you  have are… merely devilishly difficult?”
“You specified fiendishly, sir,” said Leonard, looking worried.
“Oh yes.”
“There does not appear to be a common standard for fiends, my lord, but I did some research in the more accessible occult texts and I believe these ciphers will be considered ‘difficult’ by more than ninety-six percent of fiends.”
“Good.”
“They may perhaps verge on the diabolically difficult in places–”
“That is not a problem. I shall use them forthwith.”
Leonard still seemed to have something on his mind.
“It would be so easy to make them archdemonically diff–”
“But these will suffice, Leonard,” said Vetinari.
“My lord,” Leonard, almost wailed, “I really cannot guarantee that sufficiently clever people will be unable to read your messages!”
“Good.”
“But, my lord, they will know what you are thinking!”
Vetinari patted him on the shoulder.
“No, Leonard. They will merely know what is in my messages.”

– politics | Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

I should have never thought about you the way I did. I should have never thought about how your eyes are like stars and how your smile is like the moon. I should have never thought of you as the brightness in my darkness, the warmth to my cold. I should have never let myself even imagine you to be special. But god damn it, you’re so special to me. So fucking special and I don’t know what to do.

I should have never thought of you as poetry. I should have never admired the words sewn within your skin and the wandering thoughts seeping from your soul. I should have never known you to be so different from everyone and so whole.

I should have never told you I love you. I should have never believed you when you told me you love me. Because boy, did I believe you. Your words and thoughts consumed my soul and no one and nothing will ever make me feel how you make me feel.

I should have never fallen in love.
The scent of your incense and cologne still resonates in my clothes and my mind, and continues to burn within my head.

I should have never fallen in love.
The feelings of your arms and your hands and your hair still stain my fingertips.

I should have never fallen in love.
The softness and comfort of your lips still lingers on mine, like poison that cannot be extracted.

I should have never fallen in love.
The connection of your soul with mine still persists, and your mind still leaves me in a trance with the incredible person that you are and will be forever.

I should have never fallen in love.

—  2.13.17 - from helpless to hopeless
Room For Improvement

Paring: Thranduil/Reader

Tags: female reader, set before The Hobbit, Reader is an elf, arranged marriage, strangers to lovers, books, reading, play fighting, swords. 

Summary: Reader is a noble she-elf from Rivendell and after an arranged marriage to the King of Mirkwood, and a year living with the forest elves, Thranduil finds that his wife is not much of a fighter, and takes it upon himself to teach his bride to defend herself, forbid anything happened.

Word Count: 2,535

Current Date: 2017-07-24


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Sleepy Hollow (film) sentence starters

87 starters
feel free to change gender pronouns
content warning: violence

  • “Help here! Lend a hand here!”
  • “Burn it.”
  • “Just a moment, if I may. We do not yet know the cause of death.”
  • “I stand up for sense and justice.”
  • “It is a place called Sleepy Hollow. Have you heard of it?”
  • “Three persons have been murdered there, all within a fortnight. Each one found with the head lopped off.”
  • “Remember, it is you, _____, who is now put to the test.”
  • “And who are you, friend? We have not heard your name yet.”
  • “You need some manners!”
  • “It is only to raise spirits during this dark time that I and my dear wife are giving this little party.”
  • “Thank God you’re here.”
  • “Their heads were not found severed. Their heads were not found at all.”
  • “Perhaps you had better sit down.”
  • “They chopped off his head with his own sword. Even today, the western woods is a haunted place where brave men will not venture, for what was planted in the ground that day was a seed of evil.”
  • “Are you saying—is that what you believe?”
  • “Seeing is believing.”
  • “Murder needs no ghost to come from the grave.”
  • “Come out, devil.”
  • “If you need any help, you call my name.”
  • “Now don’t you worry about a thing. Everything’s going to be just fine.”
  • “Murder! The horseman’s killed again!”
  • “You must never move the body!”
  • “I’m sorry for your loss, young _____.”
  • “Something you should know. _____ was not the fourth victim, but the fifth.”
  • “I hope you have a strong stomach.”
  • “To what is your purpose is the question.”
  • “Thank you very, very much, _____.”
  • “My concentration suffers greatly when I’m observed.”
  • “What, in the name of God, have you done to her?”
  • “We are dealing with a madman.”
  • “What did you find out, _____?”
  • “Oh. Pardon my intrusion. I saw a light.”
  • “I come here to read when I am wakeful.”
  • “My father believes tales of romance cause the brain fever that killed my mother.”
  • “I owe my happiness to him.”
  • “Take this. It is my gift for you.”
  • “Are you so certain of everything?”
  • “Keep it close to your heart. It is sure protection against harm.”
  • “I used to play by this hearth as a child.”
  • “A cardinal. My favorite. I’d love to have a tame one, but I wouldn’t have the heart to cage him.”
  • “You can do magic. Teach me.”
  • “It is no magic. It is what we call optics.”
  • “What are you running from, _____?”
  • “It was a headless horseman!”
  • “I hear nothing.”
  • “No birds. No crickets. It’s all gone so quiet.”
  • “You seek knowledge of the netherworld? I can show you.”
  • “Halt and turn. I have a pistol aimed.”
  • “I think you’d better come and look at this.”
  • “This tree is a gateway. A gateway between two worlds.”
  • “The skull is gone. Taken.”
  • “Come on. Let’s get ready for bed.”
  • “Wait! He’s not after you.”
  • “We cannot win this.”
  • “Remarkable. A wound like this should’ve killed him.”
  • “You must be still. The fever is on you.”
  • “Shh. Drink this down. It’ll make you sleep.”
  • “Tell me what you dreamt.”
  • “What do you believe in?”
  • “I should not have come to this place where my rational mind has been so controverted by the spirit world.”
  • “I have shed my tears for _____. And yet my heart is not broken.”
  • “Do you think me wicked?”
  • “You slept like the dead.”
  • “You’re too kind to me.”
  • “Well, I’m fit to face another day, I think. Fit enough to face a mortal adversary.”
  • “We must proceed by a process of elimination.”
  • “I feel we’re getting very close.”
  • “_____? Why are you in my room?”
  • “There’s something under here…”
  • “The evil eye! It is someone casting spells against you.”
  • “_____, you took the evidence and burned it.”
  • “I accuse no one. But if there is guilt, I cannot alter it no matter how much it grieves me.”
  • “I think you have no heart. And I had a mind once to give you mine.”
  • “If you are wise, you will leave this place.”
  • “You’ll kill us all! You’re the one the horseman wants!”
  • “Why should we die for you?”
  • “We have to save ourselves!”
  • “There is a conspiracy here, and I will shake it out!”
  • “It wan evil spirit possessed you. I pray God it is satisfied now, and that you find peace.”
  • “Villainy wears many masks. None so dangerous as the mask of virtue.”
  • “You look as if you’d seen a ghost.”
  • “Awake at last. Did you think it was all a nasty dream?”
  • “No one in this godforsaken town would take us in because my mother was accused of witchcraft.”
  • “I get everything in the event of your death!”
  • “You’re just in time to have your head cut off.”
  • “Tonight, the horseman comes, and he comes for you!”
  • “Is he dead?”
Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

Supernatural Masterlist


(gif not mine yo)

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How many times does a person have to tell themselves something before they finally accept it?
Fifty? A hundred? A thousand!?
I feel sure I’ve told myself at least a thousand times that you’re never coming back and yet I’m still waiting for the voice in my head to be one of flat toneless acceptance rather than a constant pleading with myself to see reason. Even after so much time has passed, it is still something I have to forcefully remind myself of…
It doesn’t matter how many times I cut it down - a new seed of hope always seems to sprouts itself. It is as though my mind cannot accept the loss as permanent; every day finds a new way to make your absence felt… to open up the wound so it can never fully heal. I am beginning to believe that grief is not always something you get over…
Perhaps you just have to learn to live around it.
First Kiss - Sirius Black

Originally posted by huffpost

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

A/N:.. Cannot believe I still dare to show my work around here. It has been such a long time. Anyway I have decided to just post an imagine as soon as I had it ready, since i’ve been working on multiple requests lately. I hope you all don’t mind .-..

Anyways Enjoy!,

Loves,

- Admin Blue

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Sad Hamilton visiting Philips grave

It’s 4 a.m. and Alex slowly gets out of the bed, making as little noise as possible.

In his best efforts to let her sleep, the movement wakes Elizabeth, his wife.
“Alexander, what are you doing?” She asks, quietly, lighting the candle, before she stops upon seeing a letter and single flower that he was reaching for, “Are you going to see him?”

He nods his head slowly, his hands falling just short of reaching the items before his hands fall to his sides.

“Go, ” Eliza whispers, snuffing the flame and laying back down as Alex finishes his actions and heads to the grave of his son.

Finally, he gets there. He navigates his way through the graveyard before he reaches the small grave. He sits on the dirt beside the tombstone, angling himself so he can read the name on it: Philip Hamilton.

Alexander sighs as tears unknowingly fall from his eyes. He places the flower in front of the stone and closes his eyes, reaching for the letter. His hands shake as he unfolds it. He gathers his thoughts and opens his eyes as he begins to read:

“Philip, my son,

I hope these words reach you in the heavens, and that they send to you my kindest words and my deepest apologies. I know that your passing was an event unfolded by your honor as my son, and it breaks my heart and my soul to know that. You died just as you lived: a Hamilton with pride. I often wish that you hadn’t been so defensive of the Hamilton name, and you had let Mr Eaker say what he was to say. It is in my thoughts that you would still be alive and with us today.

Words cannot describe the pain and regret your mother and I feel as the days come to pass. The time only grows heavier in the days as we await your return from the town, and you never arrive. For a multitude of reasons, we still hold that hope in our hearts, and we miss you more and more as they continue on. It has been over a year, but the pain has never lessened. Your name has never ceased to exist in the frontal thoughts of my mind. It is to be believed that I and my actions were what had brought upon the fateful day. It never escapes my mind.

Elizabeth and I still cannot seem to put away your things and pass your quarters at the home down to one of the other children. It would feel wrong, sinful, like we were finally putting you at rest. As nice as it sounds for you to find peace, to be free, we cannot let it be. If we let you go, then we give up and surrender all memories of you and of your life on this earth. I will never properly let your legacy fade. You were a Hamilton, you were my son.

I keep the pistol put away. The sight makes my stomach turn as I think about what you could’ve come to be if you had never gotten into that duel. I cannot bare it. I often wonder if I had never given it to you, that maybe you could have backed away. Maybe, just maybe, you could’ve stayed alive.

I am so proud of you, Philip. I’m proud of you and everything you achieved in your time. You were a graduate at my same college, and you were a very hard worker. You would have become a bright and amazing man, Philip, I know it. You were taken from us entirely too soon. You were going to do such great things, you would have been marvelous. It truly is a devastating shame that you will never get to be around to see all of that.

I promised to make the world safe and sound for you, but I could not. My scandal lead to the death of my favorite son. You will always hold a special place in my heart. My words could never explain the deep regret and emptiness I feel as I look at your diploma draped on the wall.

I hope you are thriving, wherever you are. I hope that the world is given to you, and you can create beautiful things.

Adéu, my son.

With great love and memory,
Alexander.”


Alexander puts the letter away and adjusts himself to be laying against the rock. He quietly sings French lullabies as he nods to sleep.

belated wip wednesday (otayuri)

teaser, because welcome to the madness has me shook :: 

At age 54, Victor Nikiforov-Katsuki became one of the first successful test subjects for a series of anti-aging surgeries.  At 37, he had a knee surgery and received hair plugs, but the first in a series of operations at 54 gave him joints and muscle and organs of someone forever young.

Yuri had grimaced at the holoscreen when the news broke, having seen too much of Victor’s face to last several lifetimes.  “I bet he has a robodick too.”

“Yura,” Otabek had said, both fond and resigned from across the dining room table where he was dissecting a grapefruit half.  

At age 87, Victor Nikiforov-Katsuki went out in a blaze of glory deep-dicking his husband (“robodick,” confirmed BuzzfeedMars) on a solo flight to their summer home on Venus, when his elbow slipped and he managed to undo the ship’s airlock.  Neither he nor Yuuri had looked a day over 40.

Yuri’s let his body age. He’s still in good shape for 82; he does water aerobics with a group of old ladies every Tuesday and Thursday, and the atmosphere on Mars has naturally benefited his bones for the past three decades.  But he and Otabek have always been purists otherwise, letting nature take its course with their bodies and never giving into the temptation or philosophy of synthetic body maintenance.  There’s a small, petty part of him from his youth that remains, the purest part of himself that celebrates his body as the ultimate defeat of Victor Nikiforov.  He revels in his own skin, and in Otabek’s, and the thought that when death comes to them in old age they won’t have cheated it, but earned it somehow.  Victor and Yuuri’s parts were supposed to last them until 2089, and by then, who knows.  The idea of them fucking their ancient asses all over the goddamn galaxy still stirs something ugly in Yuri.  

Until Otabek gets sick.  Like, really, really sick.  And he keeps getting sick.  Bladder infections and kidney infections and pissing blood and choked up catheters and too many nights in the hospital instead of their estate, and suddenly there’s a question that goes unspoken between them.

“You’re killing yourself,” Yuri says finally after their third trip to the ER that month.  Otabek had a temperature of 40 degrees and collapsed in their greenhouse.  

“Or I’m just dying,” Otabek says.  “I’m old.”

“Bullshit,” Yuri says.  Otabek still skates sometimes on weekdays when the rink is empty, because he was blessed with superhuman cartilage in his knees and the back of a titan.  He just does simple laps to relieve stress while Yuri watches from the stands, long since given up the ice out of self preservation.  But Otabek has never had to, because Otabek has always been healthy and strong.  There’s nothing else to be said or done, because, “bullshit, you’re not allowed to die.”

“I don’t think that’s how dying works,” Otabek replies.  He’s smiling and there’s acceptance in the smile that feels damning.   

“Fuck you,” Yuri says.  “The doctors have given you dozens of options.  There’s– technology, there’s–there’s–”

“I thought you didn’t believe in that,” Otabek says.

“Don’t let my pride kill you, Christ, Beka,” Yuri says, feeling impossibly young even with his knobbed knuckles and crooked fingers wrapped around Otabek’s own, mindful of the saline drip and hiding the biggest of his liver spots.  “If you don’t live through this, I’ll kill you.”

By the Shore

words: 658

*Sees this post by @theadventurezoneoftruth* What the fuck. What the FUck. Hey! what the fu-

Also, if you’re the person who mentioned Merle finding one pearl and giving it to Davenport, come to me so I can credit you. You saved my life.

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They’ve been lying on the beach for hours now, eyes burning with dryness from the sea salt pricking at their corners and the setting sun’s glare as it dips over the watery horizon. There is sand in their hair and buried in the wrinkles of their formalwear, suit jackets stained with years of experience and stiff with more years after of disuse, all too heavy for the sweaty warmth of the planet that it leaves the fabric tacky against the skin under their arms. The red hue of it clashes with their shorts and rugged, damp sandals, while matching the sunburn and giddiness on their smiling faces.

Stinking and on the brink of drunk, with their laughter echoing across the distant dunes and waves beyond, Davenport couldn’t care less about appearances. Not in this blissful moment of solitude and elation, not with his stomach full of food and leftover wine, mind made fuzzy by his honeymooning. Not with Merle.

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C: so im a gay, black, female who identifies as transmasculine/nonbinary. i feel as if im at the bottom of this pit we all live in. im sure a lot of us are aware of how much homophobia exists within the black community, and how it exists in general along with racism, sexism, transphobia, etc. if i were to believe in any god/devil, id think that i was cursed with all of the worst identifies possible (and yes, i know, im not disabled or poor, etc. but the things i am still cannot be changed). when i hear my white female friends, male mexican friends, or gay friends speak about human rights and injustice, i just always happen to think in the back of my mind, “you have no idea what its like, living as a gay/trans female of color in this world. you dont live it everyday. youve never experienced sexism/racism/transphobia all at once. u arent cursed with one of the worst intersectionalities there are.” but sometimes i also think of it as a gift. it allows me to see things from a lot of very rare perspectives all combined into one. it makes me feel special, as if i get to see the world for what it truly is, living so close to the bottom with no choice as to who i am. i just wish that someday i meet someone who fully understands me.

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Heartbreak Girl

Part 14 of 16 (I can finally put something here!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5.1 / Part 5.2 /

Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 /

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I feel like I’m always apologising, but I’m so sorry for the wait.

For those of you who have stuck with me through this series I have some news… It’s almost over! I’ve finally worked out all the kinks and different ideas I had running around in my mind and am happy with what I’ve decided.

Bearing that in mind, there will be three parts left until the end (including this one). I hope you’ve all enjoyed this series so far. I’m not going to get soppy now, I’ll save that for the last part, but I just want to say thank you to those of you who have stuck with this series.

Please also note that I put a lot of effort and research into these last few parts and while I’ve tried to be as accurate as possible, I still wanted to maintain my ideas and all that so please be kind.

Also, I cannot believe the last time I updated Heartbreak Girl I was almost at 700 Followers and now I’m almost at 900?!!?!? Is this real life? Wow, thank you so much, I love you all!

Remember:

Please feel free to make requests (or send me a message) HERE, I look at everything and if you make a request I promise it will get done. The last few texts from my Anxiety/Depression Girlfriend Series and my Weird 3am Texts Series will be coming soon, I just want to finish this first.

Enjoy my lovelies!😘

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- We only have the court ladies around here. I cannot trust anyone except for my nanny.

- So what?

- I was conscious about how they will report us. I am… just making sure they do not make up… any false reports to tell the King.

- That is not like you. This does not suit you, Chae Gyung. You do not yield your way when it comes to the things you believe are just. You are charming… in that your actions are the same as your thoughts

- Me? I cannot do that any longer.

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Here is the one shot I promised like two weeks ago lol I hope everyone enjoys it!! Please let me know what you’ve thought of it!!


Down The Hall

A story about annoying neighbors, repeating phrases, and the overuse of the word okay.

Thalia would not have known about her new neighbor down the hall if it hadn’t been for his incessant band practice. Every night from ten in the evening to four in the morning there would be a constant banging on the drums, a guitar ringing out of an amp, and someone screeching out a song that wasn’t even good through a microphone. Maybe if there were other tenants in the building they would complain with her to the landlord and then her neighbor would have been kicked out only a day after they moved in, but she was the only other person to live on this floor and the old lady who lived upstairs could barely hear anything with her hearing aids in.

Now this is the fifth night in a row with that insufferable noise and Thalia is very sleep deprived. She had been leaving notes on the door all week begging whoever the hell it is that lives there to either practice somewhere else, or at a more reasonable time, but each night when she arrives home for work she finds her notes crumpled up and in their communal trash can. She would stand this no longer, she decides as she shoves her feet into her pink bunny slippers and ties her yellow robe over her silk pajamas.

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they say that if you truly love someone, set them free, and if it’s meant to be, they’ll come back. In my heart, I always held that as true as anything I knew. I always had this feeling that one day, we’d get another shot. This time, older, wiser, and more capable of loving each other. Seeing you last night, hearing your voice, your laugh, witnessing your bright smile with my own eyes felt overwhelming. my oh my, has it been a long time since we’ve had a conversation, and I loved it. After talking to you, my mind has gone blank, my heart has fluttered, and my stomach won’t leave me alone. I believe that we will come back to each other. And I can’t wait for that. But until then, I’ll be here, waiting, and preparing myself to love you in the best way I can.
—  I cannot wait until I have the privilege to call you mine again.
Ravengirl’s 1.5K Challenge

I cannot believe that I am OFFICIALLY AT 1,500 FOLLOWERS, guys. This is absolutely mind-blowing and incredible. I never imagined I would get this far, so THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. To show my appreciation, I want to do a little challenge for you all. Figured it’s a good way to get to know some of you as writers, which I’d love to do.

Originally posted by sammy-shut-ur-cakehole

RULES:

1. Send me an ASK with your top three choices of prompts and character. The prompts will be crossed out as they are taken, but still send me at least one backup choice just in case. One prompt per person, at least for now. Any SPN CHARACTERS OR ACTORS are welcome, but…

2. READER INSERTS ONLY - sorry, but this is a ship-free blog, and that’s the way things are rolling this time around. 

3. No word limits, but if it’s over 500 words PLEASE include the keep reading link. It can be a drabble, an imagine, a one-shot or the first part of a series. Fluff, smut, angst, AU - whatever floats your boat.

4. Tag me and include Ravengirl’s 1.5K Challenge in the first 5 tags. (If you tag me and I don’t like it within a couple days, please feel free to prod me along) I’ll compile a masterpost at the end with all the submissions so everyone can see everything! Also- include the prompt in your fic! Doesn’t have to be the exact wording, but it should still be recognizable!

5. Fics are due August 1, 2017 at 12 pm ET (I’m flexible though, so shoot me an ask if you need more time or anything)

Dialogue Prompts:

1.       “I was worried.” “Well that was stupid of you.” @whatareyousearchingfordean

2.       “Yeah, well I’ll have you know that this princess saves herself.” @docharleythegeekqueen

3.       “That’s stupid and you’re stupid.” “Impressive rhetoric as always…” @september-daydream (Benny x Reader)

4.       “What a fantastic suggestion. We’re not doing that. Anybody else got any ideas?” @super-nap-cen-tural

5.       “Why’d you say that like you’re blaming me for this?” @alangel1895

6.       “You don’t have any weapons?” “I am a weapon.” @ithinkimadorable-67

7.       “I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to try to rescue me.” “Yeah, well, I have a thing for obvious traps. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.” @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

8.       “I make bad decisions when I’m tired.” “You’re always tired.” “Exactly.” @emilywritesaboutdean

9.       “I can’t believe you managed to make ‘no man left behind’ sound threatening.” @wellimaginethat

10.   “Your inability to say no to a friend is gonna get us all killed someday” @hannahindie

11.   “What are you gonna do, blow it up? Wait- that was a joke. Please don’t blow anything up.” @melissaj616

12.   “Half the time you’re fine, but the other half you get on my nerves like it’s some fun game to play!” @sleep-silent-angel

13.   “Please stop calling it your lair.” @attractiverandomness

14.   “I want a lion.” @sassy-losechester (Gabriel x Reader)

15.   “Could you at least breathe between bites?” @abbessolute

16.   “You’re strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.” @onetwothreefuckmeplease (Sam x Reader)

17.   “Was that supposed to change my mind? Because it didn’t.” @wideawakeandwriting (Crowley x Reader)

18.   “Do you pester everyone or am I just your special target?@aiaranradnay

19.   “Ah, yes. The classic bucket on top of the door prank. You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.” @captainemwinchester

20.   “Not to be sappy, but you have a gorgeous laugh and I’d do anything to hear it.” @emoryhemsworth

21.   “Just… just tell me that it didn’t mean anything and this can all go back to normal.” “I can’t.” @thedevilinthedetails

22.   “It’s incredibly easy to bribe me, actually. Sometimes I wonder why you don’t try it more often.” @canadianjelly

23.   “How did I not notice that you two were going out? Seems so obvious now…” @wonderlandforthemisfits (Gabriel x Reader)

24.   “We need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.” @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 (Jensen x Reader)

25.   “This was so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the night?” @imweirdandobsessed (Sam x Reader)

26.   “She steals your stuff and it doesn’t bother you. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.” @kathaswings

27.   “I’m too sober for this.@jarpadandjensenaremyheroes

28.   “You are seriously like a man-child.” @purplejellybean

29.   “You can’t banish me, this is my bed, too!” @atari-writes

30.   “I’d kill for a coffee… literally.” @roxy-davenport (Crowley x Reader)

31.   “Did you just… hiss at me?@trexrambling

32.   “How is my wife more badass than me?” @roxyspearing

33.   “I refuse to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” @daydreamingintheimpala

34.   “Hold still!”  @acreativelydifferentlove

35.   “You’re not interested, are you?@theapplepiewasworthit (Gabriel x Reader)

36.   “I love you, you idiot.” @jayankles

37.   “Hey! You can’t do that to me!” @erule 

38.   “Then come over here and make me.” @bringmesomepie56

39.   “Oh bite me…” “Don’t tempt me.@lipstickandwhiskey (Benny x Reader)

40.   “Wait… is this a date?” @supernatural-jackles

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Buzz (a Kyungsoo series)

MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY

Genre: smut

Characters: Kyungsoo + OC

Description: while at a work dinner a female staff member accidentally sends a text message to the wrong person, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N this is the first story I’ve ever written. It’s total smut and I love it.

Buzz [M]: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10 coming soon.


Work dinners were a rarity. The group was so busy they didn’t usually have free time for everyone to get together as a group. Schedules were too different most of the time but tonight was special. Exo had finished a long stretch of shows and had a couple of days of downtime in Korea before they headed back out for another tour. Kyungsoo was eating samgyupsal with 7 of his members and a good amount of the staff. The staff that toured with them and were an integral part of the group were enjoying good meat and better drinks together.

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anonymous asked:

In light of the con, where are you standing on all this? Have their answers changed your mind at all? I don't know what to believe anymore, but it seems like the fandom has become very polarized :/

Hey Nonny!

Well, I think I’m still where I was before the con, to be very honest. Nothing that they haven’t said before in interviews popped up from what I can see, and they’re still lying their faces off. I’m still hopeful for answers and am still going to tinhat (I mean, it’s in my nature, and it’s fun, and I enjoy speculating), but I am remaining skeptical that we will see a special of any sort very soon, though there is plenty of evidence that my tinhatting heart can’t let go of that there was additional footage filmed. But, if there is an S5, I don’t think we’ll get answers until 2019 / 2020… and even then, I feel like we might not get another series (just the body language of Martin and Ben screams “done”), though it has lightly confirmed S5 was already commissioned pre-S4.

I know my blog is annoying for some when I flip flop so much, but truth be told, it’s because we LITERALLY cannot predict what will happen. I think it’s alright to be non-biased, to hear both sides and see the arguments both sides have about the series / future of the series. Having an open mind helps me understand my own stance on where the series will or should go. I have friends on both sides, and I totally see where their arguments lie.

I love tinhatting, and I still believe that the narrative WAS Johnlock (I mean…. the entire series makes no sense without it). But I also know terrible writing where I see it, and my brain just cannot wrap around how we got from TAB to S4 in only a year and a half – it just doesn’t make ANY sense to me. I just can’t let go of the inconsistencies abounds and the blatant U-turn S4 took. S4 was either deliberately bad writing to further their agenda or it was just plain bad writing.

I don’t forgive Mofftiss for essentially queerbaiting and then ADMITTING that that is what they were doing, especially when they know a large chunk of their audience are LGBT+ people. Greater good or not, it was a terrible lack of judgement on their part.

All that aside, studying the series has helped me understand myself and realize that I do really enjoy sharing my discoveries with others, so I will continue to enjoy doing that. Plus, I like helping people understand how I perceive previous seasons – especially S3 because it’s my fave – and it makes me happy to share not only that knowledge but occasionally my own life experiences so that others can learn as well. I might blog a little less than I have (it’s been awhile since I’ve written an unprompted meta), but I still love this space all the same.