my parents won't let me have one and my friends hate them!!!

“I Won’t Say I’m In Love” // Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of Hades)

Hey hey hey ! Second imagine is ready ! Thanks so much guys for all the likes on the precedent one, I love you so much !! Hope you’ll like this one as much ! xoxo

Summary : You really hate Harry Hook, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about him since he conforted you…


“How can he be your first mate ?”

You were seated next to your best friend Uma in her mother’s shop. The question crossed your lips as your eyes left Harry Hook who had just left the room after wincking at you. Harry was the first mate of Uma and you really hated him. He was annoying, flirting with you all the time despite all your efforts to push him away. He was maybe the person you hated the most in the world, after Mal and her gang who went to Auradon two months ago.

Uma looked at you like if you had turned mad.

“Harry is the most annoying guy on the Isle !”

“But he’s the best sword fighter of my crew.” She stopped talking for a minute or two before she asked : “Tell me, Y/N… Aren’t you a bit in love with him ?”

“What ?” you yelled louder than you wanted. Everybody looked at you. “Are you crazy, Uma ? No, of course not ! He’s such a…”

“So why are you always talking about him ?”

“I have never said…”

“No, never, just yesterday, the day before and the whole week…” she smiled. “Come on, you can tell me everything.”

“Uma, I’m not and I will never be in love with Hook” you answered as you stood up. “Gotta go, my brother’s waiting for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya, Y/N. I’ll tell Harry you say hi” she laughed. You felt your hair becoming hotter, a sign that you were really angry. You got that - the fire hair - from your dad, Hades, the Lord of the Underworld.

On the way back to home, you couldn’t stop thinking of what Uma said. Why are you always talking about him ? Aren’t you a bit in love with him ? Come on, tell me.

If there’s a prize for rotten judgement,
I guess I’ve already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That’s ancient history, been there, done that

Here was the truth : two weeks ago, your boyfriend broke up with you. You were so sad, you spent almost a week crying about that. You usually went out of the town to be alone and cried and yelled after him as much as you needed. But this day, you heard someone.

“Well, well, well, who’s that guy that makes a such beautiful girl crying like this ?”

“Go away, Hook !” you shouted, wiping your tears.

You didn’t want to see him. But you heard his steps and guessed that he stopped next to you.

“Seth, uh ? Facilier’s son ?” he continued. “Uma told me he…”

“I said leave me alone.”

“I don’t like him. But I’m sorry for you, lass.”

You couldn’t believe what you’ve just heard. Harry Hook, sorry for you ? You looked up at him. He was smiling.

“Y/N, you’re a great person, and he didn’t deserve you.”

“But I loved him ! I really did ! And he just… he just…”

“Acted like an asshole. Honnestly, you couldn’t keep dating a guy like him. You deserve someone who really care about you, who will never let you down. He hurt you, and that’s the proof he was not made for you.”

He kneeled in front of you, his blue eyes fixing yours. You wiped them again.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again like that, Y/N. Now stop crying, please” he whispered to me. After a minute of silence, you asked :

“Why are you so nice with me ? You know I don’t like you.”

“Well, Uma would kill me if I let people causing you pain” he laughed. “Seriously, I hate seeing you hurt. Maybe you don’t like me, but I care about you. Even if you don’t succumb to my natural charm.”

You smiled against your will. He smiled back and gave you his hand. You took it and get up before you quickly released him. He escorted you to your home without added anything.

“Hook ?”

“Yes, Y/N ?”

“You’re still annoying. But thank you.”

“Whenever you need, princess of the Underworld.”

He imitated a reverence before he turned back and you entered into your house.

Who d'you think you’re kidding
He’s the earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden,
Honey we can see right through you
Girl you can’t conceal it
We know how you’re feeling
Who you thinking of

Why couldn’t you chase Harry away from your mind ? You hated him, you knew he was even worst than your ex Seth Facilier. Harry would play with you and your feelings before he let you down. He seemed to care about you, but for how long ? If you would let him become your friend or… more, he would break you, like Seth did, but this time it would be worse.

“Come on, Y/N. Put yourself together. Stop thinking about him !”

But it was like an obsession.

I won’t let anyone hurt you again… I hate seeing you hurt. I care about you !

Aren’t you a bit in love with him ?

In love with him ?

You stopped walking and hit the ground with your feet.

“I can’t be in love with him ! Y/N, you can’t love a guy like him !”

“Everything’s alright, Y/N ?” you heard a voice saying behind you.

You turned round. A girl, older than you, with short black hair and blue eyes, wearing black clothes and lots of black make up, smiled at you. She was Harriet, Harry’s older sister. You always thought she and Harry looked a lot like each other. Harriet was three years older than you, but you knew her from your brother. Fun fact, they were close friends while you hated Harry.

“Hi, Harriet. Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look like you really are. ‘Have a problem with a guy, uh ? I heard ya.”

“Actually… yes” you answered as Harriet started laughing. “I think I kinda have feelings for him, but I hate him at the same time.” Harriet laughed even more.

“Sweetie, I’d love talking with you 'bout that, but I’m lookin’ for Harry. Did ya see him ?”

“He was at Ursula Fish & Chips earlier, but he left before I did. Maybe I can help you to find him ?”

“You can go to the docks, I’ll look for Uma. She probably knows where he is.”

You left Harriet, determined to find Harry and talk about you two.

No chance no way I won’t say it, no no
(You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh)
It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming “Get a grip girl
Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out”

You didn’t know how long you searched him. But for sure, he was not on the docks. You suddently had an idea. Why not… where he found you the last week ? He knew that place, and no one ever came there.

You were right. Harry was seated where you were the last week, looking at some invisible point on the ground. His brown hair were messier than usually, his black eyeliner making dark marks under his blue eyes like he had… cried ?

“Are you ok, Hook ? Your sister’s looking for you.”

He didn’t answer. Something was clearly wrong with him. You finally stopped and sat next to him. He took his face in his hands. That really hurt you to see Harry like that.

“Harry ? Is everything alright ?”

“Would you… stay with me ? Please” he begged with a broken voice.

“Of course” you answered without thinking. “If you want to talk, I’m here. You can tell me anything.”

For about five minutes, none of you said a word.

“My dad.”

You bit your lip. There was no a single adult on the Isle who was a good parent with their children. You perfectly knew some of them were abusive, yelled, insulted their kids. Your dad wasn’t the worst - the only thing you worried about him were the moments of anger when his hair caught fire.

“He… He had always prefered my sisters. I’m just… I’m just a stupid boy, I don’t even deserve to be a pirate.”

“What !”

You looked at him, chocked. You saw something broken in his eyes, that you have never seen. And he looked so sad… You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him, Harry. You are amazing, you are Uma’s first mate !”

“He said I’m nothing. I…”

“Harry Hook ! Stop bullying yourself !” you yelled. Surprised, he looked at you. “You are wonderful, Harry. You are the best sword fighter of the Isle. You are loyal, always there for the people you love. You are the boy who stayed with me when I was sad, even if I tried to push you away, even if you thought I hated you. You are not perfect, but no one is. And if your father doesn’t want you, I do. I…”

You stopped talking. What were you saying ?

Girl you can’t deny it
Who you are is how you’re feeling
Baby we’re not buying
Hon we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When you gonna own up that you got got got it bad

Harry was still looking at you. And you did something that amaze yourself. You wrapped your arm around his neck, brought your face closer to his and kissed him. You closed your eyes as you connected your lips at his. Harry took only a few seconds before kissing you back. And you loved every seconds of that moment. You loved his salty lips, their softness, you loved feeling his hand on your cheek trying to bring you even more closer.

“What a nice surprise” he muttered against your lips. “Maybe I’ll be depressed more often if you kiss me like that every time.”

“Don’t push it, Hook. I still hate you.”

“Of course, darlin’ of course. I love you too.”

He kissed you one more time, before you stood up.

“My gosh, Harry, because of you I’m late ! My brother’s waiting for me, I have to go.”

He get up too and put his arm aroung your waist.

“May I escort you, Lady of the Underworld ?”

You rolled your eyes, making him laughed. He kissed your forehead before you two walked back into town.

No chance no way I won’t say it, no no
(Give up, give in, check the grin you’re in love)
This scene won’t play I won’t say I’m in love
(We’ll do it until you admit you’re in love)
You’re way off base I won’t say it
Get off my case I won’t say it
(Girl don’t be proud it’s okay you’re in love)
At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love


ready to go // panic! at the disco

Trust Me [Lafayette x Reader]

Length: 2483 words

Genre: Angst/Comfort

AU: Modern Time

TW: Physical Abuse / Verbal Abuse [If you need anyone to talk to, I’m always here!] 

You waved to your friends excitedly, holding a cup of tea in your hand. “Hey guys!” They all said their greetings, making space on the table for you to sit down. You sat between Gilbert and John, bringing your drink to your lips and tasting the warm tea. 

“So I heard you got someone on the side, Y/N,” John said, nudging your arm a bit once you lowered your drink. 

“What? Where did you hear that?” you laughed, shaking your head.

John shrugged. “Is it true?“ 

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And I Won't Say No

Word count: 666
Pairing: Polyamorous! Modern! Hamilsquad x Polyamorous! Reader
Warnings: hella poly. Hella fluff.
Notes: Five bucks says I get angry Christians in my inbox

You were sitting on the doorstep of your parents house. Why were you sitting on the doorstep? Well, seeing as they kicked you out, it was an appropriate place to be. You had only come to talk, but your conversation went something like this:
“You’re what?” You sighed slightly. You had just told your parents you were polyamorous and Pansexual. You couldn’t much tell from their expressions how they felt, but you had a feeling it wasn’t overjoyed.

“Polyamorous and Pansexual. The two ‘P’s of the lgbt commun-”

“Get out.” Your dad said, his finger pointed at the door. Your mouth dropped open. You were hoping, praying even, that this was one of those times when parents kicked their kids out to set up a party, or where your mother would follow you. However, this was not one of those times, and he was dead serious.

“Im afraid I don’t-”

“Get out! We will not have a slut in our household.” Tears began to fall. How could he kick his own child out? Granted, you weren’t his only child, but still. You took a step back, slowly heading towards the door.

“Mom-mom talk some sense into him, please! Mom-” Your mother scowled at you.

“Don’t you ever show your face here again.” She spat, closing the door in your face. You ran a hand through your hair and over your damp face.


Now you were here, on the doorstep, contemplating on where to go and who to talk to. You finally decided on Alexander.
You typed in his number, listening to the ringing before he picked up.


“Alexander?” You sniffed. The man let out a throaty grunt, as if he was quietly asking what happened.

-What happened?-

“Parents house, it didn’t go well. I-they-” You began to sob again. You could feel the eyes boring into your soul from behind curtains and in the street. You were creating a scene, and if you didn’t move soon, they may call the police.

-On my way, hang in there- there was a click and a dial tone. He was coming to get you, thank god! Now hopefully he wouldn’t call the others.

Sadly, he did call the others. They hadn’t arrived yet, but they would soon enough. You hated to be such a bother, but who better to comfort you in your time of mourning?
Right now you were laying on Alexanders bed, snuggled in his arms. He listened as you cried about your experience of ‘coming out’ as many called it. Many tissues laid discarded on the ground, wet with your tears (kinda like his shirt).

“I brought ice-cream!”

“And pajamas!”

“And chicken flicks…oh, chick flicks. Right.”

You giggled at the sound of the rest of the squad. The three men burst into the room, each with a different package, and each with triumphant grins. John shoved the pajamas into your hands, pointing at the bathroom door.

“Comfy clothing, go to it.” He encouraged. You stood in the bathroom, pulling off your old clothes and slipping on the cheaply made Wal-Mart pajamas. They were blue with little turtles all over, typically of the reptile lover. You stepped out, twirling as they 'oohed’ You retook a seat near Alexander. The boys joined you on the bed, displaying their prized possessions to you.

“So, we’ve got (f/f) ice cream and ten different romcoms. Which do you want to watch first?” Hercules asked. You shrugged and pointed to 'The Notebook.’ It was the only one you recognized, after all. They must have randomly picked off the shelf.
Lafayette snuggled into your other side, whispering kind words in French. John and Hercules fell back on the sides of the two other men. They pressed the play button, listened as the commercials came, and began to skip them.
Despite your parents reactions, despite the pain and dishonor you were put through today, you never regretted falling in love with these four men.

Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.
Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this
Request: It Won’t Be Like This For Long

Request: Hi!! I literally am in love with all your writings!! ❤️❤️ Can you please do a oneshot with DeanxReader based off the song “It Won’t Be Like This For Long ” by Darius Rucker?

Word Count: 2,385 (whoops?)

This song made me cry. But it was beautiful. Thank you! I hope you have the best day ever<33

At the sound of crying, you shift out of Dean’s arms and roll out of bed. He looks up at you blearily, but you pat his shoulder and smile tiredly.

“You got her last time,” You murmur, “I got it.”

You stand carefully, and Dean watches as you pad through to the room next door and turn on the light, bathing yourself in the warm, vanilla light.

“Hey, little one,” You murmur softly, bending down to pick up your wailing daughter. You bring her close to you and cradle her gently, trying to find the source of her cries. She only fed an hour ago, but…

Ah, diaper change.

Even after you’ve changed her and stayed with her for a while, she won’t sleep. For some reason, she continues to cry, and cry, and cry. You sit down on the rocking chair and keep her settled enough so that Dean can at least sleep through the doorway.

Maria Eleanor Winchester is only three days old, but she’s already changed everything you thought you knew about life. Suddenly, there’s a teeny tiny being in your life that you have to fully sustain; to keep alive and protect with everything you have. There’s love in your heart you never thought possible until now. Although, between the three of you, you have little experience with newborns, you’ve been working through it together, like a real family.

You rock her in your arms, humming an old lullaby that you’ve long since forgotten the words to. It keeps her whines to a minimum – it must be hard for her, you ponder, to have been removed from the dark warmth that she’d always known and thrust out into this cold, dark world.

Meanwhile, Dean lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. The glow from the nursery isn’t what’s keeping him up – it’s the small cries coming from the room. He sighs, listening to your soothing melody. He remains awake as long as you do, even until the clock beside the bed flickers to display seven AM and you come through, dozing baby in your arms.

“Looks like it’s morning.” You say with a soft smile, “I’m gonna go-“

“I’m coming,” He says quickly, flinging the blanket off of him, “I’ll put come coffee on, you go and get comfy.” He insists, pressing a light kiss to your forehead and splashing his face with water from the glass beside the bed, before heading off towards the kitchen. You smile slightly at your husband, and head towards the library – Sam’s already in there, reading some old text. You heard him come back from his run a while ago.

“Mornin’,” He greets, eyes softening as they land on the baby girl in your arms. She’s almost asleep, but you just know if you put her down she’ll wake.

“Hey,” You sit down across from him, still rocking side to side gently, “Dean’s bringing coffee.”

“Sounds like you’ll need it. Been up long?”

“Only since three,” You laugh softly, looking down at Maria, “It’s okay, though. I don’t mind.”

Dean chooses that moment to come in, balancing three mugs in his hands. He places them on the table and takes the baby from your arms, looking at her worriedly.

“Is she okay?” He whispers, “She was crying for so long and…”

“She’s fine,” You promise him as he takes a seat beside you, “Don’t worry.”

“But what if something’s wrong, or- or-“

“Or nothing,” You smile slightly, “She’s okay. I’m sure of it.”

“Y/N, we don’t know what we’re doing here!” He hisses, “How do you know that she’s not going to… burst into flames?!”

At the sore subject, both brothers grimace. You, in return, lean over and kiss Dean’s lips.

“Everything is going to be okay.” You promise him, “It won’t be like this for long, you’ll see.”


“Mama?” The small voice comes from the foot of the bed, “Papa?”

You blink awake and lift Dean’s arm from your waist to sit up, looking down at your daughter’s worried expression in the darkness.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You ask quietly, feeling as Dean shifts beside you and lifts his head.

“I had a bad dream.” She admits, “Can I get in with you?”

“Of course.” Dean replies, holding out his arms. Maria wobbles up and onto the bed, crawling beneath the covers and landing in between you. You lie down as she snuggles into you – the leg of her beloved stuffed moose digs into your rib, but you could care less as Dean joins you, his arm stretching over you both and returning to rest on your waistline.

Before you know it, morning comes and although the bunker stays dark, the alarm begins to blare. You rouse your little family, before heading off to make breakfast.

It’s an important day for the three of you. A couple of months ago, Maria turned four – and, therefore, became eligible to begin school. You and Dean promised to give her the most normal upbringing possible, and so enrolled her. The beginning of the term came all too quickly, however, setting you both on edge. In her obliviousness, she’s equal parts excited and nervous.

While you eat your breakfast, she rambles on about the friends she’s going to make and the great time she’s going to have. You listen intently as if trying to soak up every little bit of her, like you’re going to lose her forever, rather than just a few hours.

You and Dean drive her to the school, walking her to the gate. The teacher stands there, taking names and reassuring nervy parents.

“Good morning,” She greets. She’s an older woman, with greying hair and kind eyes, “How are you this morning?”

When none of you answer, Dean speaks up.

“We’re okay, thanks.”

“First time?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles uneasily. He’s about to say something else when there’s a small sniffle, and Maria grabs onto his leg in terror.

“I don’t wanna go, papa!” She cries, small tears suddenly running down her pink cheeks, “I don’t wanna!”

In panic, Dean looks to the woman in front of him as if to ask what can I do?!

The woman with the kind eyes merely smiles, all too relaxed for the situation.

“Don’t worry,” She says softly, “It’ll only last a week, or two at most.”

It takes a little encouragement, but you manage to get your daughter smiling and bounding off into the classroom. The teacher’s words ring true, though, as within the week she’s running off to talk to her new friends without so much as a second glance at you and Dean.


“I hate you!” Maria screams, “You don’t get it, Dad! I can’t replace everything you’ve lost and I can’t stay in here forever!”

“Maria, don’t you-“ Dean, in his panic, starts yelling. He’s never liked raising his voice to his daughter and you could probably count the amount of times he’s done it on one hand. You watch on, not wanting to interrupt either of them, “You’re not hunting, and that’s that!”

“For god’s sake, dad!” She cries, “My uncle is an angel! How the hell do I find that out and not want to learn more!”

“Then you ask me, or your mom, or either of your uncles. You do not touch the Black Magic books!”

“I didn’t know! You can’t protect me forever!” She snarls, an echo of Dean’s own temper evident in her tone. With that, she storms off and you hear the door to her room slam loudly.

Dean turns straight to you, taking the three strides necessary and throwing his arms around you. He falls into your embrace, tears pricking at his eyes.

“I couldn’t- she-“ He whispers into your ear, “She hates me.”

“No, she doesn’t,” You reply calmly, “She just had her whole life shaken up, Dean. She’s working through some stuff, and-“

“So am I!”

“I know. But you’re an adult, and you know how to deal with it. She, on the other hand, is sixteen.” You remind him, before pressing a kiss to his lips, “C’mon, you go get a beer, and I’ll go talk to her.”

Your hand had been forced, a week ago, after a demon had attacked her and a group of friends when they were at the mall. Dean, the ever-protective parent, had been ‘shopping’ in the vicinity and had stepped in, but the event had resulted in you telling her everything. It had been an eight-hour discussion, carrying on into the early hours of the next morning, but she’s filled in. It had scared her at first – you’d found her in the kitchen at four-thirty, drinking a glass of milk and shaking like a leaf as thoughts plagued her mind of the past she’d never seen. Apparently curious, however, she’d slipped into the ‘forbidden’ storeroom and taken out an old book that even you were too nervous to read through.

You head over to her room and knock twice on the door. You hear a sniffle, and a muffled ‘go away, dad!’

“It’s me,” You say softly, opening the door a crack. Maria looks over to you and wipes the tears from her cheeks, sitting up from the pillow she’d been crying into.

“Mom?” She whispers. You head over to the bed and pull her into your arms, cradling her close as she collects herself, “He hates me, mom.”

“No he doesn’t,” You shake your head, “He loves you more than anything.”

“He has a funny way of showing it!” She insists, looking at you through tearful green eyes, so like her father’s.

“He always has,” You smile thoughtfully, “The first time he said ‘I love you’ to me, he had a knife to my throat.”


“Do you really wanna know?”


“Fine, fine. He’d been dead for a while – you know that – and he came back, and I thought he was a demon, so… I tried to attack him. He was stronger – plus I was drunk, so it didn’t count – and he had the knife to my throat, so I was like, who the hell are you?! And he replied, I’m Dean Winchester, and I love you.”

“That’s brilliant.” She says, significantly cheered by your anecdote, “You’re sure he doesn’t hate me?”

“No. In fact, I think he kinda wants to talk to you.” You suggest softly, reaching for her hand and squeezing it gently, “I’m gonna find some ice-cream, and maybe we can have a movie night. And tomorrow… maybe we can talk about letting you read something?”

“Thanks, mom!” She smiles, throwing her arms around you, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”


The music plays softly throughout the chapel as Dean guides your daughter down the aisle – well, more like she guides him. It’d be a miracle if he could see a thing behind the tears glassing his eyes. You smile quietly, shifting in your seat as pride swells within you. She’s so happy with this boy, and he’s normal – he knows about your hunting pasts, but has nothing to do with it. She gets to have a life away from all of that and, in your eyes, it’s the greatest gift he could ever give her.

As Dean reaches the end of the aisle, he lifts her veil from her face to reveal her beautiful face – she grew into such an incredible young woman, and you couldn’t be happier for her.

“I love you.” She mouths to him, and he returns the sentiment, before passing her hand to her husband-to-be and comes to sit beside you.

He reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it tightly.


It’s a little under a year later when something bangs on the bunker door. It’s just after four-thirty and you’d be asleep weren’t it for the book you’ve been addicted to recently. As you hear the knocks, you instinctively reach out for Dean, who sleeps next to you. His eyes open and he frowns as the knocking sounds again.

“Who is that?” He murmurs, and you shrug, climbing out of bed. Dean follows and as three more loud knocks sound, you break into a jog.

Dean gets to the door first and pulls it open. He’s about to pull a gun on whoever it is, the metal clatters to the floor as Maria barrels into his arms and begins crying profusely. You’re left shocked as the buried her head in her father’s chest and sobs openly, tears soaking into his shirt. You only catch a few words of her muffled grief, but what you do catch sets your blood boiling.

“He left me,” She says, “There’s- there’s another woman.”

You both manage to usher her to the sitting room and get a warm cup of tea in her hands, while Dean paces angrily. He keeps looking towards the door, where the weaponry still is, and then back to Maria.

“I’m gonna kill him,” He snarls, “I’m gonna tear his-“

“Dean,” You say softly, running your hand over Maria’s hair from where her head lies on your shoulder, “I think she just needs her papa.”

By employing the name she’s used for him when scared or worried as a child, you break Dean’s anger spell and he sits down on the floor in front of her, taking both of her hands in his.

“I’m not gonna kill him yet,” He promises, “Let’s get you some sleep, okay?”

She agrees readily and she and Dean had to the room she used to occupy. Old trinkets and posters still litter the walls, and she smiles ever so slightly as Dean tucks her into bed as he would a child.

“Dad?” She asks quietly as he kisses her forehead.


“Will you stay with me?” She shuffles up, opening the covers for him to climb in, “I just… don’t wanna be alone.”

Dean smiles, before nodding, “Of course.”

He climbs in and she curls into him, closing her eyes. His heart is as broken as hers; watching her cry is the worst form of torture he’s ever endured.

You stand silently in the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself as both she and Dean drift off. As much as she might like to think she’s all grown up, she can’t be that way forever.

This is probably my favorite poem of all time. Please read it, you won't regret it.

When I was a kid,

I used to think pork chops and karate chops were the same thing.

I thought they were both pork chops.

And because my grandma thought it was cute,

And because they were my favorite,

She let me keep doing it.

Not really a big deal.

One day,

Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees

I fell out of a tree

And bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t wanna tell my grandmother about it,

Because I was scared I’d get in trouble for playing somewhere I shouldn’t have been.

A few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise

And I got sent to the principal’s office.

From there I was sent to a small room with a really nice lady

Who asked me all kinds of questions about my life at home.

I saw no reason to lie

As far as I was concerned life was pretty good.

I told her,

“Whenever I was sad my grandmother gives me karate chops.”

This led to a full-scale investigation,

And I was removed from the house for three days,

Until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises.

News of this silly little story quickly spread through the school

And I earned my first nickname,

Pork Chop.

To this day…

I hate pork chops.

I’m not the only kid who grew up this way.

Surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme…

About sticks and stones.

As if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called,

And we got called them all.

So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us.

That we’d be lonely


That we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed.

So broken heartstrings bled the blues

As we tried to empty ourselves

So we would feel nothing.

Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone.

That an ingrown life

Is something surgeons can cut away

That there’s no way for it to metastasize—

It does.

She was eight years old…

Our first day of grade three

When she got called


We both got moved to the back of class

 So we would stop getting bombarded by spitballs.

The school halls were a battleground

And we found ourselves outnumbered

Day after wretched day.

We used to stay inside for recess,

Because outside was worse.

Outside we’d have to rehearse running away,

Or learn to stay still like statues,

Giving no clues that we were there.

In grade five…

They taped a sign to the front of her desk that read

“Beware of Dog.”

To this day,

Despite a loving husband,

She doesn’t think she’s beautiful

Because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face.

Kids used to say

She looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase

But couldn’t quite get the job done.

And they’ll never understand

That she’s raising two kids

Whose definition of beauty

Begins with the word “Mom.”

Because they see her heart

Before they see her skin.

Because she’s only ever always been



Was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree.


Not because his parents opted for a different destiny.

He was three before he became a mixed drink of

One part left alone

And two parts tragedy.

Started therapy in eighth grade.

Had a personality made up of

Tests and pills.

Lived like the uphills were mountains

And the downhills were cliffs.

Four fifths suicidal,

A tidal wave of anti-depressants,

And an adolescence of being called “Popper.”

One part because of the pills,

And ninety-nine parts because of the cruelty.

He tried to kill himself in grade ten

When a kid,

Who cold still go home to Mom and Dad,

Had the audacity to tell him

“Get over it.”

As if depression is something that can be remedied,

By any of the contents found in a first aid kit.

To this day,

He is a stick of TNT lit from both ends,

Could describe to you,

In detail,

The way the sky bends,

In the moments before it’s about to fall.

And despite an army of friends,

Who all call him an inspiration,

He remains a conversation piece between people who can’t understand,

Sometimes being drug free

Has less to do with addiction

And more to do with sanity.

We weren’t the only kids who grew up this way.

To this day,

Kids are still being called names.

The classics were

“Hey Stupid.”

“Hey Spaz.”

Seems like every school has an arsenal of names,

Getting updated every year.

And if a kids breaks in a school,

And no one around chooses to hear

Do they make a sound?

Are they just background noise

Of a soundtrack stuck on repeat,

When people say things like

“Kids can be cruel”?

Every school was a big top circus tent,

And the pecking order went from

Acrobats to lion tamers,

From clowns to carnies.

All of these were miles ahead of who we were.

We were freaks.

Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies,


Juggling depression and loneliness,

Playing solitaire,

Spin the bottle

Trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves,

And heal.

But at night,

While the others slept,

We kept walking the tightrope.

It was practice,

And yeah,

Some of us fell.

But I wanna tell them that

All of this—

Is just debris,

Leftover when we finally decided to smash all the things we thought we used to be.

And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself,

Get a better mirror.

Look a little closer.

Stare a little longer.

Because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying

Despite everyone who told you to quit.

You built a cast around your broken heart

And signed it yourself.

You signed it,

“They were wrong.”

Because maybe you didn’t belong to a


Or a clique.

Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball

Or everything.

Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell

But never told,

Because how can you hold your ground

If everyone wants to bury you beneath it?

You have to believe that

They were wrong

They have to be wrong.

Why else would we still be here?

We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog

Because we see ourselves in them.

We stem from a root planted in the belief

That we are not what we were called.

We are not abandoned cars stalled out

And sitting empty on some highway.

And if in some way we are,

Don’t worry.

We only got to walk out and get gas.

We are graduating members from the class of

“We made it.”

Not the faded echoes of voices crying out

“Names will never hurt me.”

Of course,

They did.

But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act

That has less to do with pain,

And more to do with


Preference 166: You're his date to an award show.

Harry: “Haz,” you called to him from the dressing room. “I don’t know if this one’s good enough.” “Well come out, then,” he instructed, standing from his place in the overstuffed store chair. When you stepped out of the tiny room in the baby pink dress with beautiful cutouts and detailing over the tummy, Harry’s eyes widened slightly and his mouth opened the tiniest bit, struggling to come up with an accurate response to the outfit. “You don’t think this is good enough?” Laughing with a small twinge of surprise, you shrugged and spin to make your way back into the changing room. “I guess if you feel that strongly, I’ll get this one.” Even though you couldn’t see him anymore, your boyfriend smiled brightly in your direction. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Liam: Too much? you typed, attaching a picture of the dress you planned on wearing to the next week’s award show and sending the text to Liam. Within a minute, he’d replied with a dorky picture of himself smiling and giving a thumbs up along with the response never, ur beautiful!! You smiled lightly and shook your head, shooting out a quick reply before stripping yourself of the gown and putting your baggy sweats back on. A few minutes later, you were tagged in a tweet, which, in all honesty, was no surprise. ’@Real_Liam_Payne: sneak peek of my prety babys dress for next Sundayy :) @yourtwittername’ Oh, how you loved Liam’s lame self.

Louis: “My mom picked my dress! I’m so proud of her style’s growth. Three months ago I wouldn’t have let her go near a store with me in the car,” you told an interviewer. She laughed and asked you a few more questions before letting you go. As a singer yourself, you were standing at the edge of the carpet doing interviews while you waited for the boys to finish up so you could all go in together. They’d been on the carpet for a few minutes now, and they were almost to the end. There was a steady buzz from the crowd while the five dorks were being photographed, but the noise intensified when Louis finally made his way over to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You laughed when the boys began mocking the media, asking for pictures and autographs and interviews, which only made the crowd go crazier. “I hate you,” you said playfully, whacking Liam on the arm as he was the closest to you. Louis leaned into you so his mouth was by your ear, muttering a few words before dragging you into the building where the award show would began in a few minutes. “Tell your mom I said thanks for the dress by the way.”

Niall: Everyone was just about ready, and you were all about to pile into the black limo that had been sitting outside the hotel for almost an hour. You were in the lobby, with Lou and Zayn, waiting for security to tell you it was time to leave. Ever since you’d put on the kimono Lou had gotten you for the event, you’d been playing around with it like crazy, whacking Zayn with it until he was provoked to pick you up and sit you down. After laughing like a madman for five minutes straight, you got back up and stood by them to engage in conversation again. Niall had been on his phone for a few minutes, typing away and smirking occasionally. At one point he came over to you and placed the phone in your hands, revealing text messages with your parents in a group chat. The three of them had been talking about how you were both beautiful and a complete dork. When you finished reading, you smiled brightly at him, pecking him on the lips before grabbing his hand and dragging him out to the limo, where you continued to annoy your friends with your new favorite article of clothing.

Zayn: “Beb,” he called to you from across the hotel room. “Is it here yet?” Seeing as you couldn’t hear him, you didn’t even glance up from your phone. Sighing, he finished tying his tie before moving over to you and plucking a headphone from your ear. You innocently look up at him, slightly confused. “Limo?” “Not here yet.” He nodded, grinning lightly at you before moving back to the couch and taking a seat. Secretly, he snapped a photo of you sitting on the windowsill with one headphone in. Before you could notice what he was doing, he quickly opened his Twitter app and composed a new tweet. ’@zaynmalik: Almost on our way to a music award show and Y/N won’t take out her headphones !! Haha, music freak :)‘ You didn’t see the tweet until a few fans began to tag you in their responses, and even then, you simply smiled and informed your boyfriend that the limo had arrived.

anonymous asked:

hi, im very scared for the queer community and i could just do with some reassurance that is gets better? bc im kinda a queer rep in my school for the kiddos but ffs im only 16 and i shouldn't have to feel this scared!! im trying to protect these 12/13 y/os from our own teachers. i walk them between lessons so they don't get beat up and i stand guard for them by their lockers and i just need to know that it won't always have to be like this please? you're brave and queer and okay right?

i was actually talking abt this yesterday w a few friends (one of whom i fell in love with when i was 19 & am maybe even falling a little back in love with now) & one of them had asked me if i could tell my 17 year old self who had just come out smth, like go back in time, what would i say? 

& i got kinda teary, bc its been five years since then. & i was like idk firstly i’d give my lil self a big soft fierce hug & then i’d prolly say like yknow what kid for a bit here this is gonna suck. ur gonna hurt & ur gonna be hurt & its gonna be messy & a lot of parts of ur world wont have caught up w you yet. ur blood family won’t feel like that anymore & they will say all the bad things you’ve always feared abt yourself. it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna be rly terrible & ur brain is gonna lose it for a while. u might want to die sometimes. it’s gonna suck. but then, one day, ur gonna meet someone you fall in love with. that’s gonna be hard too, but you will kiss her & it’s going to break you open. it’s going to write poems in your skin forever & it’s going to change your life. you’re gonna be brave that one time, & then again, & you’ll hold her hand & meet her parents, who won’t hate either of you, & things are gonna get a tiny bit better.

& then you’ll get older. your brain will calm down & you’ll have to take medication but it’s just going to make you sleepy sometimes after it smooths out the scars on your hands. you’re going to make friends who act as balms. you’re going to get your heart broken & you’re going to love people who stitch it up a bit. you’re going to graduate from university & you’re going to love what you studied, you’re going to be good at what you learned. you’re going to have a soft bed & you’re finally going to sleep without nightmares. & things will start to feel better then too, completely outside of anyone else.

& then!! you’re gonna see a lot of the world!! it’s gonna be kind of exhausting & draining & it’s gonna be the most beautiful thing. it’ll take your breath away in the sort of moments that don’t gut you but instead give your lungs something back from another life where maybe you weren’t always so sad. you’re going to see 17 cities from rooftops & not once want to jump. you’re going to fall in love in the middle of a blizzard & your hands are going to sting but not because your body is unhinging but just because they’re thawing from the cold. 

& then here’s the best part: you’re gonna move somewhere & finally, finally, want to stay. it’s not going to be easy & you’ll spend a good part of a very cold winter being pulled between longing & belonging. but it’s not because you aren’t accepted, it’s just because your love is gonna be big & confusing because you’re young. you’re the youngest you’ll ever be. it’s going to be 1:30 am in january & you’re going to be laughing on a couch while your best friend from high school is visiting you in this new home, & it’s going to be snowing, & she’s going to be in the hallway telling her girlfriend that she’s safe, that she loves her. you’re going to scoot closer to the person you love, have loved, will love, & when you kiss her she’ll taste like whiskey & cigarettes & maple syrup: smoke & sting & sweet. she’ll smell like snow & there will be some caught, still, on her eyelashes. it’s going to make things complicated & it won’t solve anything but it’ll be magic. 

months later it’s going to thaw, & you’ll be in your living room surrounded by balloons & your friends here, who have been sutures: they heal you all the time by leaving evidences of themselves. you’ll be drunk on beer & wine & turning 23 & you will have reclaimed your body in so many ways: you ate enough for dinner, you have as many tattoos as years of your life & some cover some scars that were too big to fade & some are just because you thought they were beautiful, or funny, or a little bit of both. it’ll be late & everyone will be loud & loving & for some reason you’ll scream the lyrics to natasha bedingfield’s ‘unwritten’ & it’s funny but later that night, when you open your bedroom window to let the smell of lilac in, it’ll seem sort of true (the rest is still unwritten). you’ll get a text in the early, early morning from a girl you loved so gently when you were younger, & you’ll get to talk to her again the next day for the first time in years. 

you’re going to have picnics with your friends in parks & at the beach & you’ll wear a swimsuit without second thought because it’s hot & your body is your own. you’ll hold girls’ hands sometimes, even if you don’t want to kiss them, because they’re your best friends & because you like them: delicate bones & gentle fingers & strong, radically unapologetic palms. you’ll ride bikes home like you’re little kids. like you’re in a music video where you’re a girl who gets to be young & who gets to fall in love in the middle of the night in the middle of the honeysuckle warmth (it’s been a long time wondering why the summer smells like sin & wonder).

it’s going to take a lot of suffering—to bear, you will bear a lot of the world—but someone you love will tell you that the word in urdu that sounds phonetically like suffer means ‘journey’ & it’ll make you smile. you’re going to have pressed a lot of needles into your skin to survive. you’re going to be sad sometimes still, because people you loved will have died young & it doesn’t get easier for everyone. but you’re one of the people who have made it this far. that’s going to mean something. you’re going to want to go help other people, feel like you can, & that’s going to get you through the days that still press against your ribcage like stones. you’re going to sit down & think about this a week & a half before pride, be interrupted by your groupchat to plan where you’re meeting for the parade & where you’re going to dance afterward.

you’re going to dance. you’re going to be brave & beautiful. not every day, not all the time—but you’re going to be warm, & fed, & loved—& it’s going to get better.

anonymous asked:

OK, confession time. I don't *hate* Dean, but I'm not his biggest fan either. I won't list why I think this because I don't want you to hate me (honestly I love your blog a lot and the last thing I want is to cause arguments!). But I would like to know your honest opinion on why you think Dean is your 'moon and stars', as you tag him. How would you justify this. Because I'm in 2 minds about him and have seen lots of negativity, but I don't agree with all of that either. I'm sorry if you hate me!

oh nooooo, lovely! i don’t hate you at all!!! ♥ everyone is entitled to their opinion and disagreeing is not the same as hating. and there is nothing that i love more than dean winchester meta, so here goes:

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xxi. like looking into a mirror (about to shatter with only a touch)


Roland is hanging upside down on the monkey bars while one of the older Lost Boys- the one whose heart she’d taken, actually, though she finds she doesn’t particularly care when he shoots her a nasty look- sits on top of them, holding onto his feet. The little boy sees Regina approaching and beams at her, and she smiles back as she sits down on the bench beside Robin.

“You’re not here to tell me you’ve reconsidered,” he says, leaning back.

She shakes her head and watches Roland as Robin fishes in his pocket. He extracts a necklace, her chain with Daniel’s ring at the end, and says, “I believe this belongs to you.”

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First Christmas - Requested (Michael)

CHRISTMAS IMAGINE NUMBER ELEVEN!!! Requested by Anon (Hiii can one of you write one where it’s you and Michael’s child’s first Christmas and it’s like really cute and fluffy) ENJOY!!!!

‘Baby, hey, come on babe wake up, (Y/N)’ you shuffle around in the bed so your back is to Michael as you hear him trying to get you up, you tell yourself if you don’t open your eyes you won’t wake up. Michael starts to shuffle behind you and then you feel his hot breath in your shoulder, his lips pressing onto your skin a little.

’(Y/N) come on, it’s Christmas’ he whispers against your skin, and you groan 'Michael go back to sleep’ you moan your voice groggy. 'No babe come on, we have to go down and put out Sawyer’s presents’ he bounces the bed a little making you whine. 'Michael he is sleeping there for we should be sleeping’ you complain but he huffs. You lie back so you’re facing the ceiling. 'What’s the time?’ You ask.

'Six, but we have to get up and be like Santa putting out the presents, and drink the milk and throw the carrot, please babe, I’m so excited’ he is almost bouncing in the bed. 'Michael he’s asleep let’s just have another hour’ you close your eyes but Michael climbs in you, bringing his lips to your jaw and kissing along. 'Please come and be Mrs Claus’ he whispers and you checked a little 'Sounds like you have a weird Santa fetish’ you giggle. His lips press into yours 'Maybe I do’ he mumbles it I your mouth. 'Did I really have a child with you?’ You tease. 'You did in deed darling’.


'Nope, move them please’ he tells you, you look over your shoulder 'Again?’ You ask and he gives a flash of a smile 'Last time please’ he begs and you roll your eyes before turning back to the pile of presents and rearranging them. 'Michael I could be sleeping right now’ you whine 'Come on (Y/N) it has to be perfect, it’s his first Christmas’ Michael reminds you for the hundredth time this morning, you sigh standing up and looking that the room, the pile of presents making it look like something from a movie and you notice the huge grin playing Michaels lips 'perfect’ he whispers as he raises the camera to take a picture. 'Now let’s wake him up’ he bounces over to the stairs. 'WAIT!’ You whisper yell and he turns back to you with a raised eyebrow.

'Baby, this is the first time in months we have had time to ourselves where neither of us are falling asleep, how about we leave him to have a little longer’ you asks, making your way over to him and playing with the hem of his marvel pyjama bottoms, his body moves a step closer to yours, his lips taking no time to capture yours, his hands grip your waist and slowly travel to your bum. He bends a little and you jump wrapping your legs around him, he walks back to the sofa lowering yourselves in to it, your lips still together. He hovers over you as he pulls off your huge night top, leaving you in only your panties. He moves a little still hovering only half in the sofa and you start to pull up his shortcut throwing it behind him, and you take no time in grabbing his bottoms and easily pulling them down, you reach out…..'Fuck’ he mutters, standing up, bare he looks up at the ceiling and you stop too, Sawyer was crying.

'Typical’ you mutter, standing up, and pushing your chest into Michaels as you reach up locking your lips. 'Come on’ you laugh a little as you walk past the naked Michael and jog up the stairs, pulling your short back over your head as you go. You pick Sawyer up, holding him in your arms. 'Hello beautiful’ it’s only a moment later Michael comes I behind you 'morning buddy’ he half cheers taking him from you. You laugh heading out of his room and down the stairs. 'Mate we have to work in your timing, daddy still has to get some’ you hear Michael whisper to your five month old son. 'Michael’ you scold.


'Oh my god, how fucking cute does he look like this?’ Michael cheers as he comes into the kitchen holding Sawyer at arm’s length so you’re able to see his elf costume, you laugh a little. 'Michael he is gonna hate you for this when he finds the pictures’ you chuckle, reaching to kiss your sons head. 'No he won’t, he will love it’ Michael falsely assures himself. As you turn back to turn the boiling potatoes up.

'You remembered to change is nappy right?’ you check glancing over your shoulder, Michael looks up eyes wide and lips bitten together, as he hums looking back down 'Yep, yeah of course I did’ you roll your eyes 'you’re a terrible liar’ you tell him moving over to take Sawyer from him. 'Come in buddy, let mummy do you nappy’ you coo as you head back upstairs.



'Oh look at you’ I coo as Sawyer grips my fingers in his tiny hands, and kicks his legs making him bounce. 'You’re gonna be a rocker like daddy’ I laugh as he opens his mouth wide letting out a churn. I rest him up against my legs so he is half sitting to. 'What’s taking mummy so long to fine it’ I huff talking to Sawyer, 'come on rock star let’s go get her’ I pick him up, spiking his hair as I walk to the kitchen.

'Hey mummy, how’s dinner going?’ I ask, watching her pour juice over the turkey. 'All good, I just popped the potatoes in the mixer, so I don’t have to mash them’ she tells me, my heart jump into my mouth, I rush over to the mixer shoving Sawyer into her arms as I pass her and grab the mixer switching it off. 'Holy shit, this can’t be happening’ I panic; I start to roll my sleeve up ready to put my hand in the bowl of mash.

'Michael Gordon Clifford, if you put your hand into my mash I will say no’ she scolds, 'babe you don’t un…’ I start but stop turn to look at her holder our son in her arm and the ring in her free hand a cheeky smile filling her face.



You hold the beautiful ring in your hand smiling at Michael, he sighs closing his eyes and grabbing his chest 'That was mean’ he laugh a little and you smile 'I love you Michael’ you tell him. 'Is that a yes?’ He smiles walking over and taking the ring. 'It’s a yes’ you nod, he sigh, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lowers his head and presses his lips to yours 'Really?’ He whispers against your lips and you nod a little. You notice he has tears welling in his eyes. 'I love you so much’ you smash your lips into his. 'We’re getting married! I have a fiancé. Holy crap, I’m a dad and nearly a husband’ he rushes. 'I have to call my mum’ he pulls his phone out and you laugh.


'Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away.’ You look up from sawyer to look at Michael as he sings his son to sleep. You softly join in as you sing together Michael moves behind you wrapping his arms around you. As you both watch over your baby boy.

'Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore.

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more.

Through the years

We all will be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.’

'I think we gave him a good first Christmas’ Michael whispers in your ear and you nod 'I think so too’ you fall silent both watching him sleep peacefully. 'If you asked me last Christmas what we would be doing in a years’ time this wouldn’t have been my answer’ you whisper.

'I agree, this time last year we didn’t have a house because you came on your and we stayed with one of our parents when we were home, we had only spoke about kids once, and I’m pretty sure we spend Christmas Day eating, driving around to see everyone, eating more and a lot of sex’ Michael laughs, you hit his chest as you walk out of Sawyer’s room and into your own. 'And now we are here’ you sigh lying back, Michael climbs on the bed crawling up you as he straddles you. 'And I wouldn’t change a thing’ he adds.

From Chelsea

anonymous asked:

Grant Ward is not a goddamn nazi he's an abuse victim.

Wow! I’ve had a long busy day and I get home and go on tumblr to relax and the first thing I see is Anon Hate.
Anon Hate from a Stand With Ward-er.
Nicest fandom who never bullies other people, my ass!

And maybe tagging this Grant Ward makes me just as big of an asshole as you are, but you and your fellow villain-woobifiers need to realize that SENDING ANON HATE REALLY DOESN’T HELP PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!!

And now that we have THAT out of the way…

1) I personally have never said he’s a Nazi. That’s something other people say, but I genuinely don’t really have an opinion on that subject either way.
Some argue that Hydra are Nazis and some argue that they aren’t, and I could care less because regardless of who or what they are, Hydra. Is. Bad. And Ward is Hydra. Therefore, simple deductive reasoning would indicate that Ward is bad.
Is Ward a Nazi? Who the hell knows. Hydra is canonically worse than the Nazis were, but I really don’t care either way. Is Ward bad? Well duh! Sorry, but in my book if you murder innocent people/try to murder innocent people/willingly ally yourself with a group of people who does that for a living, you are a bad person.
That includes a myriad of many of my own favorite characters (Ward being listed among them). I love them for being bad.

2) I also never said Ward isn’t an abuse victim. But do you wanna know exactly how many murders that undoes? Zero!
Let me say that again to get it through your head.
Being an abuse victim does not undo murder.
Nor does being an abuse victim EXCUSE murder.
I’ll say that again too just to make sure you heard it.
Being an abuse victim does not EXCUSE murder!

Would you like me to name some characters who were a victims of abuse and did NOT turn into murderous assholes?
Clint Barton.
Bruce Banner.
Tony Stark.
I admittedly don’t know as much about Clint as I do the other two, but he was abused as a kid and STILL did not become a murderous asshole. Instead he became a hero.
Bruce Banner literally saw his mother murdered by his drunken father. And that isn’t even the worst thing that that man did to him. But he STILL did not become a murderous asshole. He became a hero. Even before being an Avenger, he was a hero, because a hero is somebody who will go out of their way to help others like he was doing at the very beginning of The Avengers.
Tony Stark was abused via neglect. His parents never had time for him, and his only friend was the family butler. Ever wonder why his computer system is named JARVIS and now HOWARD? Hint: it’s because Tony Stark’s father abused him (via neglect). Jarvis was his only real father. But he STILL did not become a murderous asshole. He had the potential to, but instead he became a hero.
Let me list one more person: Bucky Barnes.
That man was literally tortured and brainwashed for DECADES, but the INSTANT he had an opportunity to make a choice of his own, he chose the way of a hero and saved Steve’s life.

Now let’s look at Grant Ward.
Grant Ward was bullied by his brother. I am not going to bring his “my parents were worse” line into this because he was trying to con Skye, so who knows if that statement was true or not. But he was bullied by his brother. When he was old enough he was sent to military school which he ran away from because he wanted to murder his brother by setting his house, which his brother was inside, on fire. Because of that he was sent to juvie, and escaped their with the help of John Garrett.
He was then left in the woods (with a clear way back to civilization - and if you don’t believe that then please explain to me how he was able to steal all of those supplies), and was subsequently trained by Garrett to be the specialist we met on the show.

Nowhere in that list of events do I see something that will cause me to excuse Ward’s actions or decide that he’s not a bad guy JUST because he ONLY murdered people.
Grant Ward is a bad guy.
And you can NOT blame that all on Garrett because Ward attempted murder BEFORE Garrett entered his life.
Let me say that again to make sure you got it.
Grant Ward was attempted murder BEFORE John Garrett entered his life.

Being An Abuse Victim Does Not Excuse Murder!

Being An Abuse Victim Does Not Make You Incapable Of Choosing The Right Thing.

Being An Abuse Person And Being A Bad Guy Are Not Mutually Exclusive!

Being An Abuse Victim Does Not Automatically Make You A Good Person!

Now fuck off and leave me alone.

illexplain16  asked:

Ok, you probably won't read this, but I wanted to say one thing: When I see you, when I see this blog, I see a person- a very kind person- who is capable of so many things that I know I'm trash copmared to you. I see an amazing individual and it pains me that you think that this whole experience was a mistake. Because I honestly can't think of a single reason. You made friends. You inspired me and many other people. And the same goes for PJ. Don't just cut him off. Don't give up. Stay strong. <3


YEAH I kinda went on a ranting spree so I apologize to everyone about that. I was emotional…I wasn’t thinking fully straight.

((AND ALSO NO YOU ARE NOT TRASH SHHHHHh you are not trash!))

But here’s the thing. What I listed was a worst possible scenario. My brain loves to produce any kind of worst case scenario when I feel down. And after thinking about it… it is a possible last resort. I”m just gonna repeat that last set of words… it would be a LAST RESORT.

OH GOSH GUYS I’m not gonna give up on something like that THAT easily! Paper Jam has been the character I put the most time into and…. GOSH I have him integrated as his own being in Mediplane! However… there are people that do not see consequences when they do actions online. That and people just don’t bother to look up characters and ‘rules’ for those characters when they think of an idea. While I am fine with people making AUs with him without my permission (cause gosh… if my characters somehow fit in your AU idea then GO FOR IT!), but when people see one version of a character and spread that around where people assume that THAT is the official version of them… without going farther into where they came from… yeah. That kinda hurts a little. Not as much so for me as with others but yeah… it still stings. 

I don’t know why I am pretty chill with my own characters on the ‘misinterpretation’ topic… maybe it’s due to people always thinking that my characters were someone else’s from the beginning? Probably…

But yeah… that same thing applies for other stuff… like the sin. Something about google searching ‘paper jam tumblr’ …

oh wait…


*actually does that search *

….well dang that doesn’t really pull up me…


OH GOSH he has a wiki article on him!

Oh…ok… what does it say for abili..

PaperJam Sans can both destroy and create, an ability inherited from both of his parents. He can summon special Gaster Blasters, which can bring objects to life. Anything he creates he can corrupt and kill it then bring it back to life if he so wishes. He is more powerful than both Error!Sans and Ink!Sans. Paperjam is also able to see into the void and other Au’s as a effect of being born from Ink!Sans and Error!Sans. It is not confirmed but Paperjam may be able to create/edit au’s



Well then lets see the comm…


OH gosh… wait… no wait…

*laughs so much*




It’s… actually hilarious. 

Wait… does this count as my first anon hate? OH GOSH I DID IT GUYS I MADE IT TO ANON HATE LEVEL!

I’m not gonna give up that easily! 
I’ll still stay strong here with PJ as long as I can!

SO yeah…

(oh gosh I just need to laugh for a little bit now ooooh goodness)