needle in haystack

figuring out you’re asexual is like trying to find a nonexistent needle in a very large haystack except people keep trying to convince you that you’re just not looking hard enough or you’ll find the right needle eventually but the needle just isn’t there and yet everyone else’s is and then you wonder whether or not you actually have a needle and then you spot something that might be a needle but nope it’s just another hay strand and everything is confusing and now the haystack is on fire

  • Richie: Trying to find a needle in a haystack isn't hard at all, like all you have to do is burn the fucking hay.
  • Ben: You are the future.
  • Mike: Find the hay in the needlestack though.
  • Bill: B-big magnet
  • Eddie: If we survive Pennywise, we are gonna do great things.
September is a fade-in of a low light.
Flicker once, then out again. Up goes
the candle smoke. The needle in the
haystack is never found or heard from
again. The birds shroud the sky. All this
silence, then a danger cry. Bluebird with
the broken wing. Mockingbird with the
missing voice box. The umber season.
All smoke and mirrors. The low light.
A strangled sunset. My voice goes out
for a walk and is never found or heard
from again.
—  September, Angelea Lowes

honestly it amazes me that out of all the massive amounts of starco content this fandom produces the only one that made it onto Daron’s fanart wall is Trans Marco femslash like what kind of gay needle in a haystack fuckery

Breathless | Byun Baekhyun

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Travel AU | Tour-guide! Baekhyun | Fluff | Slight Angst 

Summary: Where you unfortunately lose your engagement ring while on a solo-tour around Europe, and have to enlist the help of your very cute, very cheeky tour guide named Baekhyun to help you find it.

Word Count: 8k


A/N: I may or may not have a slight addiction to using Bollywood films as inspirations…this one is based on ‘Jab Harry Met Sejal’…but I think it turned out pretty well! I really hope you like it!


You really, really hoped that your eyes were playing games. That you would blink a couple of times and your exquisite diamond ring would be back on your ring finger. That you hadn’t, of course you hadn’t, somehow lost it in the middle of Europe.

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( CRIMINAL  MINDS  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

warning:  death, murder, loss mention. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Are you a genius or something? ❜
❛ You look too young to have gotten into medical school. ❜
❛ When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ❜
❛ Imagination is more important than knowledge. ❜
❛ Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. ❜
❛ Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.  ❜
❛ I was a little bit of a nerd. Is that so surprising? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s why I can’t get a date? ❜
❛ We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. ❜
❛ I got a list of things I want to try before it’s too late. ❜
❛ What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. ❜
❛ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜
❛ If I told you that, what would I have left for myself? ❜
❛ It is those we live with and love, and should know, who elude us. ❜
❛ What could you possibly learn that you don’t already know? ❜
❛ In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ❜
❛ I have other options besides shooting a man. ❜
❛ The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. ❜
❛ Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? ❜
❛ What’s happened to that boy in the year I stopped looking for him? ❜
❛ I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? ❜
❛ A year ago, I gave up on looking for him – there were so many other kids. ❜
❛ Look, I know this job is important to you, but we’re important, too. ❜
❛ That makes it sound like the bandit’s doing the stripping. ❜
❛ Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ❜
❛ You tend to forget, don’t you? ❜
❛ You really are afraid of the dark. ❜
❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜
❛ It’s not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know? ❜
❛ Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?  ❜
❛ If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate. ❜
❛ In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must each day surmount to fear. ❜
❛ What if it’s not? What if next time he kills somebody? ❜
❛ All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. ❜
❛ We all have secrets. Would you want us profiling you? ❜
❛ We all have secrets. ❜
❛ You trying to say something to me right now. ❜
❛ Only if you’re hiding something. ❜
❛ Are you saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are? ❜
❛ To get away with murder, you simply don’t tell anyone. ❜
❛ Call me first. I’d love to pick your brains. ❜
❛ My hope is that one day you’ll feel the way I do too. ❜
❛ If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I’ll kill myself. ❜
❛ Tired of people using religion… to justify the terrible things they do. ❜
❛ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ❜
❛ An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons. ❜
❛ It is a wise father who knows his own child. ❜
❛ Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. ❜
❛ If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ❜
❛ There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. ❜
❛ Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. ❜
❛ I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay. ❜
❛ Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. ❜
❛ Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely. ❜
❛ Delay is the deadliest form of denial. ❜
❛ The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other. ❜
❛ In youth we learn; in age we understand. ❜
❛ Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. ❜
❛ We all live in a house on fire. No fire department to call, no way out. ❜
❛ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. ❜
❛ To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself. ❜
❛ How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? ❜
❛ Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. ❜
❛ There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness. ❜
❛ I’m so sorry for your loss. And if you or your son need anything… ❜
❛ Life is a game; play it. Life is too precious; do not destroy it. ❜
❛ If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I? ❜
❛ Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. ❜
❛ We will find you, you sick son of a bitch! ❜
❛ Is that another promise? ❜
❛ Whatever you are, be a good one. ❜
❛ Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go. ❜
❛ I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ❜
❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜
❛ There is no such thing as part freedom. ❜
❛ Come near my team and I will end you. ❜
❛ When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. ❜
❛ The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence. ❜
❛ It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways. ❜
❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜
❛ Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it. ❜
❛ What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. ❜
❛ Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. ❜
❛ You may leave school, but it never leaves you. ❜
❛ Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die. ❜
❛ Three can keep a secret if two are dead. ❜
❛ At the gambling table, there are no fathers or sons. ❜
❛ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ❜
❛ Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it. ❜
❛ All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ❜
❛ Death ends a life, not a relationship.  ❜
❛ There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. ❜
❛ The universe doesn’t like secrets; it conspires to reveal the truth to lead you to it. ❜
❛ Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. ❜
❛ Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. ❜
❛ Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. ❜
❛ A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ❜
❛ The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ❜
❛ A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. ❜
❛ Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. ❜

“All I’m saying is, if you’re going to use the dishes, then maybe you could wash a few dishes!”

“I wash dishes!”

“Running a little water over them and leaving them in the sink is not washing them, Sam!”

“Just because I don’t always wash my dishes the second I’m done eating–”

The second you’re done eating?! Sam, do you see this bowl here? Little bits of lettuce and salad dressing and bacon bits? We both know it’s yours. You used this four days ago!

Dean and Sam storm through the bunker kitchen, arms flailing, feet stomping.

“I’m just so sick of doing all the cleaning around here!” Dean shouts, slamming a pot into the sink.

“All the cleaning? All the cleaning? Really Dean? When was the last time you put away a book?”

Dean groans. “Help me out here, Cas. Tell him–” Dean looks around, brows furrowed. “Uh, Sam? Wasn’t Cas here?”

“Yeah.” Sam says. “He did it again.”

Dean sighs. “He really hates it when we fight.”


When Cas blinks back an hour later Dean is re-shelving books (in their proper places) and Sam is cleaning the kitchen. “Sorry Cas,” Sam says. “Dean’s in the library.”

Cas nods and turns to go. “For the record,” he says, “I like it better when the dishes are done right away, too. But I feel the far worse infraction is Dean waiting three weeks to do his laundry.”

Sam’s surprised laughter follows him down the hall.


Dean has the last three books in his arms when Cas walks into the library. He looks up, a concerned look on his face. “You okay, Cas?” He sets the books back on the table and meets Cas, searching his eyes.

“I’m fine, Dean,” Cas says, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. “I just needed to…get away.”

“Where do you go?” Dean asks, suddenly curious. “When you get irritated or angry and you zap away, I mean. Do you have someplace special you like to go?”

Cas looks away. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you,” he mumbles.

Dean closes the rest of the space between them, putting his arms around Cas. “Well that settles it then. Now you have to show me. You can’t be all mysterious like that and just leave it.”

“You don’t like to fly,” Cas says evasively.

Dean kisses his forehead. “I like to do anything with you.”

“Alright,” Cas says, resigned. “Let’s go.”


Dean gasps.

“But this…this can’t be…” He runs his fingers through his hair, turns in place, stares at his surroundings in disbelief. This just isn’t possible.

He recognizes the place, of course. He had been here with Cas. He’d sat right here (only there was a chair then), looked across this lake, at these trees. He’d looked up into warm blue eyes, blue as the sky…

But this is impossible, because that had been a dream.

He turns to Cas. “Where are we, Cas? Because this…this was in my head.” His eyes widen as a thought strikes him. “Please tell me we are not in my head.”

Cas gazes at soft white clouds passing lazily overhead. “No, Dean. We are not in your head. This is real. We’re in Minnesota.”

Crouching on the dock, Dean splashes his hand in the water. “Wet. Cool.” he mutters, more to himself than to Cas. Louder, he says, “I still don’t understand. How can this be real?”

Cas sits next to Dean, who sits properly and scoots closer to Cas without much thought. Their feet dangle over the edge of the dock, their shoes about two inches above the clear water. “When I visited you in your dream, I knew right away you were dreaming of someplace you’d seen before. The setting was too clear, too detailed, to be anything else. Most dreams are, well, dreamy. The immediate area may seem normal but the edges are hazy. Your dream was sharp. It all felt real. You must have come here with your father, or maybe with Bobby, when you were a small child.”

Dean shakes his head; not denying anything, just trying to find a lost memory. “Definitely Bobby. Dad never took us fishing. His idea of a vacation was a nice, relaxing salt and burn. I don’t remember it, though.”

A splash makes Dean jump. “Just a fish,” Cas says, taking Dean’s hand and squeezing it gently.

Dean laughs. “I’m used to more perilous situations, I guess.” He looks at the trees surrounding the lake, noticing the lack of people or cabins or even other docks. “Cas, this place seems to be in the middle of nowhere. How did you ever find it?”

“I believe the expression is ‘like finding a needle in a haystack,’” Cas says drily. “It took over six months of searching. Finding a person is fairly simple; humans each resonate with minute differences. But to find a specific dock on a specific lake…I had to use my eyes. I had to fly to lake after lake. I had a good guess that you were in the United States, because I didn’t think you’d traveled out of the country as a child, and there was a bit of snow in your memory, so I started with the northern states…” Cas waves his hand as if to indicate it hadn’t been too bad.

Dean gapes at him. “Six months? You spent six months flying around looking for…this?” He slaps his free hand on the dock beside him and then rubs the back of his neck. “Cas, why?

Cas looks at Dean with genuine surprise in his eyes. “I was here with you, Dean. You clearly felt peace here. I wanted that too.”

Dean leans forward and captures Cas’s lips with his own. After a moment he pulls away, breathless. “Did it work? Does this place bring you peace?”

“Always,” Cas says, a smile in his blue eyes. “But it’s better with you.”



supernatural hiatus creations || week seventeen | sets or scenery - Dean’s dream dock

“Just how obscure is that job crystal in lore terms?”: a heirarchy

All of the soul crystals still require from the user hard work, and experience in the discipline, to activate:

The wisdom in a soul crystal, however, is not so easily drawn forth - an untrained neophyte cannot simply pick up one of these gems and expect his mind to be flooded with the knowledge of advanced spellcraft or combat techniques. Without first attaining sufficient proficiency and tempering one’s soul to mirror the maturity of the crystal’s contributors, a prospective student will be denied even the slightest glimpse of enlightenment. Thus, as is the case with the more contemporary disciplines, the key to mastering the secrets of a soul crystal lies in diligent study and training.

Below I will attempt to detail how tough the crystals are to come by, and some of the challenges in obtaining and retaining them. I wrote it based on impressions from the lore book, and the quests up to level 40 or so.

Make sure to read the notes for corrections and expansions, as I’m sure people will have some to add!

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Dream Daddy 60s love songs

Damien: I Only Want to be With You - Dusty Springfield 

Joseph: Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield

Robert: Leader of the Pack - The Shangri-Las

Mat: Needle in a Haystack - The Velvelettes

Hugo: Mr. Lee - The Bobbettes

Brian: Rescue Me - Fontella Bass

Craig: It’s in His Kiss - Betty Everett

MC Dad: Lucky Lips - Ruth Brown

Game theme: All I Have to do is Dream - Everly Brothers

Catch Me (Day 5)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,922

A/N: This update is LONG overdue. I was on vacation with my family and was I thought I’d be able to update from there but I was wrong. Anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this :)

As always, thank you to @avengerstories for polishing this up and constantly giving me your honest opinion about my writing. 

Day 4

Originally posted by stevebvckys

“I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” Wanda asks drowsily from your king-sized bed.

Following a particularly grueling mission today, she came by your room because she didn’t want to be alone. This isn’t the first time she has done this and you highly doubt that it’ll be the last. Impromptu sleepovers have become the norm since befriending Wanda and you don’t mind them in the slightest. There’s comfort in going to bed at night knowing that you’re not alone.

“I’m going to grab a snack.”

“Okay,” she yawns, pulling your blanket up to her shoulders and letting her eyes flutter shut.

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