never ask me to spell that

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

whenever a kid in school asked me to spell icup i would just keep spelling it e-y-e-c-u-p until they got annoyed and i asked “well how are you supposed to spell it” and then they would spell it out and fucking own themselves and never recover and have to change schools, every time, self-esteem obliterated for life

How Nicole Finds Out Wynonna Is Possessed:
  • *Goononna making mean comments about how Waverly feels about Nicole at the police station*
  • Goononna: "I mean, your relationship is currently a hot mess."
  • Nicole: "Out of curiosity how do you spell hot?"
  • Goononna: "Are you stupid? H-O-T. Why are you asking me this?"
  • Nicole: *Pulls out gun* "The real Wynonna Earp would never pass up an opportunity to make a terrible pun with my name."
The Last Unicorn (1982) starters.
  • ❛  I dislike the feel of these woods.  ❜
  • ❛  Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairytales.  ❜
  • ❛  This is a forest like any other. Isn’t it ?  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s turn around. Hunt somewhere else.  ❜
  • ❛  This is no world for you.  ❜
  • ❛  Good luck to you, for you are the last.  ❜
  • ❛  What do men know ?  ❜
  • ❛  We are as old as the sky, old as the moon.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be hunted, we can be trapped, we can even be killed but we do not vanish !  ❜
  • ❛  Have you traveled very far ?  ❜
  • ❛  Be a little respectful, do you know who I am ?  ❜
  • ❛  Your name is a golden bell, hung in my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.  ❜
  • ❛  In all your wanderings, have you seen others like me ?  ❜
  • ❛  Have you seen the others? Where have they gone? Tell me which way I must go to find them.  ❜
  • ❛  No, no, listen ! Don’t listen to me, listen !  ❜
  • ❛  You can find the others if you are brave.  ❜
  • ❛  What if they’re waiting for me ? In need of my help ?  ❜
  • ❛  Well hello there little one !  ❜
  • ❛  And just who might you belong to ? a pretty little thing like you ?  ❜
  • ❛  In my heart I carry such a heavy load.  ❜
  • ❛  And here I thought I’d seen the last of them !  ❜
  • ❛  I know you. If I were blind I would know what you are.  ❜
  • ❛  You wouldn’t have heard of me.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s not much of a job for a real magician, but I’ve had worse.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re mine. If you kill me, you’re still mine.  ❜
  • ❛  Your death sits in that cage and she hears you.  ❜
  • ❛  She’ll kill me one day or another, but she will remember forever that I caught her, that I held her prisoner. So there’s my immortality.  ❜
  • ❛  You were out on the road hunting for your own death !  ❜
  • ❛  He’ll not have you ! You belong to me.  ❜
  • ❛  We are two sides of the same magic.  ❜
  • ❛  You are safer here. You should thank me for protecting you.  ❜
  • ❛  There has never been a spell on me before.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s a very rare person who is taken for what he truly is.  ❜
  • ❛  Will you help me ?  ❜
  • ❛  You’re my last chance.  ❜
  • ❛  Can you truly set me free ?  ❜
  • ❛  I asked him a riddle and it always takes that lout all night to solve riddles.  ❜
  • ❛  the spell was wrong but there was true magic in it ! try again.  ❜
  • ❛  My dear you deserve the services of a great wizard but I’m afraid you’ll have to be glad of the aide of a second rate pickpocket.  ❜
  • ❛  Okay, (name), I give up. Why is a raven like a writing desk ?  ❜
  • ❛  She’ll kill you if you set her free !  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t look back, and don’t run.  ❜
  • ❛  You must never run from anything immortal, it attracts their attention.  ❜
  • ❛  She chose her death long ago. It was the fate she wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  You have no regrets as I do ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m going where they are, to learn whatever they know.  ❜
  • ❛  Take me with you ! for luck, for laughs, for the unknown.  ❜
  • ❛  You could never have granted my true wish.  ❜
  • ❛  I cannot turn you into something you are not.  ❜
  • ❛  Hide yourself ! We’ll find each other later.  ❜
  • ❛  Mind your heads now, it’s raining ninnies !  ❜
  • ❛  Put me down you fool !  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t like the look of him.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s only (name)’s way, but she has a good heart.  ❜
  • ❛  This is not happening.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll both be gentlemen of leisure in a months time.  ❜
  • ❛  Oh, I love you.  ❜
  • ❛  She shall never have you !  ❜
  • ❛  We will perish together.  ❜
  • ❛  Did you see me ? Were you watching ?  ❜
  • ❛  Did you see what I made ?  ❜
  • ❛  It’s gone now, but I had it !  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been ? Where have you been ! ?  ❜
  • ❛  Where were you when I was new ?  ❜
  • ❛  How dare you come to me now when I am this !  ❜
  • ❛  It’s alright, I forgive you.  ❜
  • ❛  You can’t come with us ! we’re on a quest !  ❜
  • ❛  Well, you’re going the wrong way.  ❜
  • ❛  You have all the power you need if you dare to look for it.  ❜
  • ❛  What have you done ! ?  ❜
  • ❛  The power will come to me whenever I need it, and one day! One day it will come to me when I call !  ❜
  • ❛  You are an idiot !  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t ! Don’t you hurt yourself !  ❜
  • ❛  I can feel this body dying all around me !  ❜
  • ❛  You are losing my interest, and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  I will keep nothing near me that does not make me happy.  ❜
  • ❛  How would you know ?  ❜
  • ❛  Well, just look at you !  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, I’ll write you a reference.  ❜
  • ❛  You have let your doom in by the front door !  ❜
  • ❛  What are you looking at ?  ❜
  • ❛  What is the matter with your eyes ?  ❜
  • ❛  You may come and go as you please.  ❜
  • ❛  My secrets guard themselves, may yours do the same.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, let me help you. What can I do for you ?  ❜
  • ❛  And then she looked at me and I was sorry I had killed the thing.  ❜
  • ❛  For her sake I’ve become a hero but my great deeds mean nothing to her !  ❜
  • ❛  I wish to be whatever she has most need of.  ❜
  • ❛  You are cruel to him.  ❜
  • ❛  He only wishes you to think of him.  ❜
  • ❛  Who am I ? Why am I here ?  ❜
  • ❛  I knew a moment ago, but I have forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  I was innocent and wise and full of pain.  ❜
  • ❛  Now that I’m a woman, everything has changed.  ❜
  • ❛  Why won’t you help me ? Why must you always speak in riddles ?  ❜
  • ❛  I would tell you what you want to know if I could.  ❜
  • ❛  I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. It is never finished.  ❜
  • ❛  I would court you with more grace if I knew how.  ❜
  • ❛  Drown out my dreams. Keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it.  ❜
  • ❛  Words are always getting in my way.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s all I have to tell you. That’s all I’ve got to say.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not a man of poetry. Music isn’t one with me.  ❜
  • ❛  As if I didn’t have enough troubles.  ❜
  • ❛  Well of course you’re of noble birth, anyone could see that.  ❜
  • ❛  Love is slowing you down, my lady.  ❜
  • ❛  It was pleasant enough at first, but it died quickly.  ❜
  • ❛  There is nothing of yours that I desire.  ❜
  • ❛  There is no movement of yours that has not betrayed you.  ❜
  • ❛  I like to watch them. They fill me with joy.  ❜
  • ❛  The first time I felt it, I thought I was going to die.  ❜
  • ❛  Do you dare still pretend to be human ?  ❜
  • ❛  It makes no difference. The end will be the same. I can wait.  ❜
  • ❛  Shut up you pretentious kneecap !  ❜
  • ❛  How would you like a punch in the eye ?  ❜
  • ❛  It’s so nice to have someone to play with.  ❜
  • ❛  Try me tomorrow. Maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow.  ❜
  • ❛  Give it to me if you don’t want it but don’t throw it away !  ❜
  • ❛  Give me the wine !  ❜
  • ❛  You would have gone without me ?  ❜
  • ❛  No name you could give her would surprise or frighten me.  ❜
  • ❛  I love whom I love.  ❜
  • ❛  I will go no further.  ❜
  • ❛  Everything dies. I want to die when you die.  ❜
  • ❛  Yes, that is my wish.  ❜
  • ❛  I am a hero, and heroes know that things must happen when it is time for them to happen.  ❜
  • ❛  A quest may not simply be abandoned.  ❜
  • ❛  A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.  ❜
  • ❛  What if there isn’t a happy ending at all ?  ❜
  • ❛  There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.  ❜
  • ❛  Do something ! You have the power ! I will kill you if you don’t do something !  ❜
  • ❛  That’s what heroes are for.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve never had any friends before.  ❜
  • ❛  Men don’t always know when they’re happy.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. I have done you evil and I cannot undo it.  ❜
  • ❛  No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy.  ❜
Dark Magic sentence starters

I received an anonymous ask requesting starters for necromancy, so I decided to expand upon that idea and create starters for dark magic in general, including necromancy. Enjoy!

“I’ve never used this spell before.”
“Magic like this is forbidden, and for good reason.”
“With this book of spells, we have the power to destroy everything.”
“If this wasn’t dangerous, it wouldn’t be interesting.”
“Have you ever wanted to bring someone back from the dead?”
“I don’t care what it takes. I’m bringing them back!”
“Be warned: what you’re going to see might terrify you.”
“This seems… dangerous.”
“One way or another, I’ll make them love me.”
“You can’t just use magic to manipulate people like this!”
“This isn’t right. It’s unnatural!”
“This is the only true way to speak to the dead.”
“If we do this spell correctly, we’ll own the world.”
“Do you believe in demons?”
“I’ll let you light the candles.”
“This isn’t the first curse I’ve cast.”
“This book of black magic is my little secret. Would you like to see?”
“Be quiet or I’ll curse you next.”
“They’ll regret the day they even thought to cross me.”
“Nothing will hurt us if we stay inside this circle.”
“They’ll be alive again, but not the same as they were before.”
“No one ever said dark magic was easy.”
“This spell couldn’t actually kill anyone, could it?”
“The ritual begins soon. I suggest you prepare yourself.”
“I’ve seen far more disturbing things than this.”
“Demons don’t scare me.”
“Let’s say the incantation together.”
“Do you want to see something truly horrifying?”
“We need a sacrifice.”
“All you need to do is offer a little bit of blood. Just a tiny bit, that’s all!”
“Trust me, and step into the circle.”
“I’ve never felt power like this before.”
“Open your eyes. It’s time for you to come back to life.”
“I’ve done it. I am the master over death!”
“I’m not evil. Magic isn’t evil. It’s just shades of grey.”

Full Musicals 🎭🎈😻

The most annoying thing is being unable to watch the musicals you love.

Here, I’ve compiled the links to full or two-part musicals for your viewing!

NOTE: Not all of these are of the same quality, and not all of these are Broadway performances. This is a growing list. If there is a different portrayal of a musical you would like to see, just ask. Also, if there is a specific musical I haven’t added to the list, feel free to let me know! Thanks :)


25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

Newsies

Catch Me If You Can

The Phantom of the Opera

Love Never Dies

Jekyll and Hyde  -Act One     ~  Jekyll and Hyde -Act Two

Jesus Christ Superstar

Les Miserables (10th Anniversary)

My Fair Lady (Movie)

RENT

Bonnie and Clyde

Sweeny Todd

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

Beauty and the Beast

Legally Blonde

Keep reading

If you’re wondering why I used glitter, my logic is that nothing bad in my life has ever come from using gold glitter, so why not? 

Today I’ve got probably the easiest, most beginner friendly jar I’ve ever posted. I need good luck, you probably need some good luck, this is what we’re making today. Usually I have jars that have different herbs ans such for different elements of the jar for the jar’s purpose. Not today. Today it is literally one jar full of herbs and spices that all have one purpose in mind – luck.

So, because of that, you can use any of the herbs listed, as many or as few as you want to or have on hand. In italics are the ones I’ve used in mine.

  • lilac
  • acorn
  • bay leaf
  • clover
  • allspice
  • poppy seeds
  • tonka bean
  • aloe
  • caraway seeds
  • catnip
  • parsley
  • chamomile
  • dill
  • star anise

While there are others, I have only listed a few that I feel like people have on hand.

The put together of this jar in simple. Light your candle, focus on your intention, and layer in your herbs. Feel free to additionally use anything that is lucky to you. Perhaps when sealing the jar, if you have a lucky coin you could press it into the wax to leave the print of it, use sigils, etc. Anything to make this more personal, the better. For me, I decided to use gold glitter just because I wanted to. Glitter is something I always want to use in my draft but I never do, so I decided to today because like I said, nothing bad has ever come to me when glitter was involved, haha!

If you have trouble sealing your jar, I have a tutorial for that here.

In addition to that, you can find all my other jars and original posts here, or here is just a masterpost of them (so far).

If you have any questions feel free to drop by my ask box! And as always, if you make any of my jars, I would love to see them, so feel free to tag me! 

Send me a number to find out:
  • 1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
  • 2. Are you loud and outgoing or shy?
  • 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
  • 4. Are you easy to get along with?
  • 5. Have you ever given up on someone?
  • 6. How many pillows do you sleep with?
  • 7. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
  • 8. Do you have any tattoos?
  • 9. Do you have any piercings?
  • 10. How big is your house?
  • 11. What do you typically have for breakfast?
  • 12. Have you ever fired a gun?
  • 13. What is your favorite swear word?
  • 14. What is the longest you have gone without sleep?
  • 15. Do you have any scars?
  • 16. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
  • 17. Are you a good liar?
  • 18. What is the most challenging thing you have ever been through?
  • 19. Are you a good judge of character?
  • 20. What is your favorite accent?
  • 21. What 3 words would you choose to describe yourself?
  • 22. What is your most expensive article of clothing?
  • 23. Are you left or right handed?
  • 24. What are some of your biggest fears?
  • 25. Are you a clean or messy person?
  • 26. If you were drunk, who would you want to take care of you?
  • 27. Do you like big crowds of people or smaller groups?
  • 28. Do you think you will be in a relationship 2 months from now?
  • 29. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
  • 30. Do you believe in luck or miracles?
  • 31. Are you religious?
  • 32. What does your most recent text say?
  • 33. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
  • 34. Who from the opposite sex is on your mind?
  • 35. How do you feel about abortion?
  • 36. What good thing has happened to you this month?
  • 37. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
  • 38. Do you think there is life on other planets?
  • 39. Do you still talk to your first partner?
  • 40. Do you like bubble baths?
  • 41. What do you do to relax or unwind?
  • 42. What are your neighbors like?
  • 43. What are your bad habits?
  • 44. Do you like to travel?
  • 45. Do you have trust issues?
  • 46. What is your favorite part of your daily routine?
  • 47. What was or is your favorite academic subject?
  • 48. What body part are you most uncomfortable with?
  • 49. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
  • 50. Who are you most comfortable around?
  • 51. Do you ever want to get married?
  • 52. Do you ever want to have children?
  • 53. If you could change one law, what would it be?
  • 54. Is your hair long enough for a ponytail?
  • 55. Would you rather live without TV or music?
  • 56. What language do you want to learn?
  • 57. What are you paranoid about?
  • 58. Do you think age matters in relationships?
  • 59. Do you play sports?
  • 60. When you are extremely quiet, what does it mean?
  • 61. Spell your name with your chin.
  • 62. What do you say during awkward silences?
  • 63. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
  • 64. Do you smile at strangers?
  • 65. Do you want a roommate?
  • 66. What is your best friend like?
  • 67. What stores do you shop in?
  • 68. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
  • 69. What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?
  • 70. What is your ex-partner like?
Another 100 Random RP Starters

- does include some swearing; feel free to edit when sending in an ask to fit character’s speech

  • “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare try to pin the blame on me.”
  • “Did you even bother to think about the consequences?”
  • “Listen here you useless paperclip!”
  • “Meerkats are murderous little bastards.”
  • “For the record, I hate everything.”
  • “Do you even remember me?”
  • “Did you know the guy who wrote Sherlock Holmes may have killed a man?”
  • “I’m going to join NASA and fling myself into the sun.”
  • “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
  • “Please don’t. Just… don’t.”

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Surprise

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Loki x f!Reader

Y/B/F - Your best friend


Loki has created a chatroom.

Loki has invited Y/N.

Loki: Greetings, my love. I have a surprise for you. I’m sure you’ll love it! Please wait in your room.

Y/N: Really?! Thank you! You shouldn’t have. What is it? Tell me please!

Loki: A surprise, love.

Y/N: Can’t I have a hint? Please, please, please!

Loki: Tony is going to have a fit when he sees it, that’s for sure. Ehehehehe!

Loki: I’m going to try and sneak it in. Give me 10 minutes.

Y/N: … You didn’t get me a bilgesnipe, right?

Loki: I considered it but we already have Thor, one is enough. It’s a midgardian animal however.

Y/N: DOG? CAT? BUNNY? PARROT? A STRAY CLINT?

Loki: No, my love.

Loki: At times I really do question your friendship with Barton…

Y/N: Speaking of which, he’s trying to enter the chat. What did you put the password as?

Loki: Don’t worry, he’ll never guess it.

Clint has joined the chat.

Loki: What sorcery….

Clint: Y/N WHY ARE YOU IGNORING MY TEXTS

Clint: I SENT YOU MEMES THAT I NEED YOUR APPROVAL ON

Clint: I FARMED THESE MEMES MYSELF

Clint: Get it? Because I have a farm.

Clint: You… are dating Loki?

Y/N: No! Who said that?

Loki: Er, why would you think that Y/N and I are courting?

Clint:

Clint: “My love.” A private chat. Surprises! I’m deaf not blind!

Y/N: … We’re really close friends?

Clint: YOU ONLY TALK TO Y/B/F LIKE THAT!

Loki: I’m one of Y/N’s best friends?

Clint: YOU SHUT YOUR LYING MOUTH!

Clint: I’M ONE OF Y/N’S BEST FRIENDS, YOU ARE CERTAINLY NOT ONE OF THEM

Clint: Also what kind of stupid password is “LokiLaufeysonIsTheFutureAndRightfulKingOfAsgardWithHisQueenY/N”?

Y/N: Really babe, really?!

Clint: Seriously judging you, Loki.

Y/N: Of all the possible passwords!

Clint: At least add numbers to make it more challenging!

Loki: It’s a good password! Thor would never guess it!

Clint: Wait, wait, wait. We’re moving off topic. Y/N, how could you not tell me you’re dating this ice sculpture?

Y/N: I was going to! I was just waiting for the right time. Please don’t tell anyone yet! They’re not going to take it well.

Clint: You’re dating a psychopath, of course they won’t!

Loki: I’m not a psychopath, I’m a highly functioning sociopath.

Clint: Don’t taint Sherlock!

Clint: So, I’m the only one who knows about this?

Loki: Yes, thank Odin.

Clint: It would be a shame

Clint: If the others found out

Y/N: DON’T YOU DARE!

Clint: If only there were donuts to keep my mouth shut

Clint: But there aren’t any…

Clint: Maybe I’ll add the team and ask them if they have any.

Y/N: How many do you want?

Clint: A DOZEN EVERY WEEK FOR THE NEXT 3 MONTHS!

Y/N: Deal.

Y/N: Loki, love. Get Clint some donuts, please?

Loki: … Fine.

Clint: And I want to go to Asgard.

Loki: I’ll see what I can do.

Clint: I want the fancy armor too!

Loki: Of course.

Clint: And your helmet.

Loki: Absolutely not!

Clint: Let’s ask the team how they’re doing, shall we?

Y/N: I hate you.

Clint: Love you too, Y/N.

Loki: The helmet is yours but nothing else! Do we have a deal?

Clint: Deal. Remember, hurt my lovely Y/N and you will regret it!

Thor has joined the chat.

Loki: NO!

Clint: I didn’t tell him.

Thor: Brother! You are courting Lady Y/N?!

Y/N: It’s a good password, you said. Thor would never guess it, you said.

Thor: How could you keep this from me! We are family!

Thor: Did you think I would not be happy for you?

Loki: Do you approve?!

Thor: Of course I do! Lady Y/N is a wonderful person, I could think of no one else better than her for you. Hearty congratulations brother!

Loki: I am surprised… Thank you… Brother.

Thor: But Lady Y/N, I must offer my most sincere and heartfelt apologies to you as my brother is far from wonderful.

Loki: Outrageous!

Y/N: Don’t worry, Thoreo! Loki has been a marvelous boyfriend.

Clint: So far… And when he messes up, I will be there to fight him.

Loki: Why do you have a cute nickname for Thor…?

Loki: And dammit, Barton! I love Y/N. I would NEVER hurt her.

Thor: We must celebrate! I shall ask Stark to take us to one of the finest dining places on Midgard.

Y/N: THOREO NO

Loki: YOU OAF, DON’T LET ANYONE ELSE KNOW!

Thor has added Tony.

Thor:

Thor: Better now than never!

Thor has left the chat.

Loki: FOOL!

Clint: I’m still getting my donuts despite Tony knowing, right?

Tony: what

Tony: is

Tony: THIS

Loki: … A chat?

Y/N: …. Surprise!

Tony: Did you cast a spell on Y/N? Is it blackmail? Y/N you can tell me!

Y/N: Tony. I know this must be hard to accept but… Loki and I are in love.

Tony: MY ARC REACTOR HURTS! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS

Y/N: He’s no longer the man who tried to take over New York and who threw you off a building. Give him a chance, please!

Loki: My love, I know that you are trying to resolve the situation, but perhaps try not to mention my past misdeeds?

Clint: Are we at the part where Tony shoots him with his little blasty things?

Tony has added Natasha, Steve, Bruce.

Clint: We’re all going to kick his ass? I’ll get my bow.

Loki: I thought you were on our side, Barton!

Clint: I still didn’t get my donuts.

Tony: Steve, do something!!

Natasha: I can’t believe I’m saying this but, I think their relationship is good.

Y/N: But Nat, you just found out?

Natasha: I’m a spy, remember?

Tony: Don’t… encourage them!

Natasha: Ever since they started dating, Loki has been nicer, more kind. Less creepy and evil. Which is really good for us.

Steve: Natasha has a point. I don’t think Loki would jeopardize his relationship with Y/N by trying to take over the world and he seems to love her a lot, I don’t think he’d do anything to hurt or upset her.

Tony: HAVE YOU PEOPLE GONE MAD?!

Clint: … Tony. I think we’ve entered an alternate dimension.

Y/N: Stevie, you’re taking this really well…

Loki: Stevie…?

Steve: Natasha told me about you and Loki as soon as you two started dating.

Clint: BUT NOT ME??????????

Y/N: Awwww you guys, you knew this whole time and didn’t make a big deal about it unlike a certain bird and billionaire here. Thank you Nat and Stevie <3

Steve: Oh I’m trying my best not to punch Loki.

Nat: Not a day goes by when I don’t want to shoot him.

Loki: I can’t blame them.

Steve: But he makes you happy.

Nat: And you make him a better person, so we grudgingly approve.

Loki: Banner, you’re more quiet than usual…

Bruce: I’m just thinking.

Loki: About?

Tony: He’s trying to think of ALL THE WAYS TO HURT YOU IF YOU HURT Y/N!

Bruce: Tony is right.

Loki: I will gladly accept becoming one with the floor if I dare hurt Y/N, which I would never.

Bruce: Excellent.

Y/N: Soooooooo, now that everyone knows, can you all leave?

Clint: NEVER!

Tony: WE WILL NEVER GIVE YOU TWO PRIVACY AFTER THIS!

Y/N: …

Y/N: Love, did you uh, manage to bring in my surprise?

Loki: Oh yes, ehehehehehehehehe.

Steve: When he laughs/types like that, it means he’s up to something bad.

Loki: I’m feeding it first and then I’ll bring it up to your room.

Tony: What surprise?

Tony: Feeding it?!

Tony: Look, we have enough strays. We took in Loki and Bucky, we can’t take in more.

Nat: What is it?

Bruce: I’m kinda curious too. Spill.

Scott has joined the chat.

Scott: WHY DOES LOKI HAVE A LEMUR

Scott: A LEMUR

Scott: LEMUR

Scott: WHY

Scott: Also, gross. Y/N, why him?

Y/N: OMG

Y/N: DARLING, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE!

Y/N: NO SERIOUSLY, I’M QUITE CONFLICTED ABOUT THIS

Loki: I remembered how after watching that movie… Madagascar? You said you thought the lemur was cute. Do you not like it?

Clint: Can I pet it?!

Tony: NO WILD ANIMALS IN ME BASE

Tony: My*

Scott: THIS LEMUR DOES NOT LIKE ME

Scott: I swear it wants to start a fight

Scott:

Scott: DO YOU THINK I’M LYING

Scott: AIFPHWEH G GNLKREG

Scott has been disconnected.

Y/N: Is he okay?!

Loki: It attacked him.

Natasha: … I’m not breaking that fight up.

Clint: Who shall come out as the victor? Scott or King Julien II?

Bruce: Probably the lemur.

Tony: I guess we can keep the lemur? Just make sure to keep it out of the lab and my room.

Tony has left the chat.

Steve: I should help Scott…

Steve has left the chat.

Loki: What shall we name him, love?

Clint: I’VE ALREADY NAMED HIM

Y/N: Clint’s name is good.

Loki: Alright, we shall name him Clint.

Y/N: No, I meant King Julien II

Loki: Ehehehe Clint it is!

Clint: .. I’m kinda touched, not gonna lie. Clint Jr. So cute.

Loki: Oh.

Bruce: So now we have a lemur, a raccoon, a hawk, an ant, two spiders, a panther and a falcon.

Bruce: … Can we get a penguin next? 

Natasha: No.

Bruce: Please?

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce has left the chat.

Clint: What a great day.

Clint has left the chat. 

Loki: Finally! I thought they’d never leave.

Y/N: If you’re done settling in Clint Jr. can you come to my room where I’ve been waiting for the past 20 minutes for you?

Loki: To thank me, I presume? ;)

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: ewwwww.

Sam has added Bucky.

Bucky: ewwwwwww.

Loki: STOP IT, YOU IMBECILES!

Sam: OF ALL THE HUNKS ON THIS TEAM,

Bucky: YOU CHOOSE HIM?

Sam: I’m insulted, Y/N.

Bucky: If you ever break up with him Y/N, you know where to find me.

Sam: And me.

Sam has left the chat.

Bucky has left the chat.

Loki: Would you be upset if I set Clint Jr. upon them?

Y/N: Yes.

Loki: Consider it, please.

Loki: Clint Jr. has stopped his attack on the bug man. See you soon, love.

Y/N has left the chat.

Loki has left the chat.

Vision has joined the chat.

Vision:

Vision has left the chat.
You Understand, Right? (Part 5): And Broken Hearts

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1665+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: I’ve been considering writing a sister chapter to this one in Y/N’s perspective, but I’m not sure if I have time. Plus, you guys are getting so many fics from me this month lol… We’ll see. I’m pretty swamped with other stuff so I make no promises… Hahaha get it?… Yea, I’m lame.  

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

SERIES MASTERLIST


Dean didn’t follow her, too shocked at her words. He sat down on the edge of his bed thinking about what in the world would make her say such things. He just stared at the floor of his room. Her words ringing inside his brain as he tried to make sense of it. Of everything.

“I understand, Dean.”

“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.”

“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”

“What the hell?” he mumbled, massaging his temple. “What is she talking about?”

Dean remembered making only two promises to her in his lifetime. He promised to take care of her, and be there for her. This was the promise he made with everyone he ever cared about. Anyone who knew Dean knew that he would always be there for them when they needed help.

He knew from a young age not to make promises he couldn’t make. John lectured him for hours after he once promised a kid that they would save his mom. They lost the mom to the werewolf. His dad was livid- not only because they lost another life, but because he had given this kid hope. Ever since then, Dean didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. And he was sure that Y/N knew he would never break a promise if he could help it. Not that she’s ever asked him to make any promises. There were only two cases where she had asked him to promise her something.

“Dean, look! I got a part in the play!” Y/N said excitedly, showing him the piece of paper with her name on it.

“Yea?” He peered over, flashing her a proud grin. “Good job, squirt!”

“You’re gonna come see it, right?”

“Of course!” He ruffled her hair before going back to his homework.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he said, not even looking up from his math problem.

Dean swallowed thickly as he realized that he didn’t show up to her play, choosing to attend Sam’s spelling bee instead.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thanks for all your recs! A few things to mention this week:

1. I randomly select 20-25 fics to put on this list each week to keep the list manageable! If you don’t see your rec on here, please send it in again! Tumblr also eats asks, so please send in your rec again if you don’t see it!
2. Please look at my guidelines before recommending fics! I will not put fics on the list that violate my guidelines. This is to keep my blog a safe place for anyone and everyone! You can check out my guidelines here.

Without further ado, here are the recommendations this week!

Rec’d by @sacchariwrites :
I Want It All by venoms, Teen, 5k (WIP)
When Katsuki Yuuri misses the podium by half a point and finds himself in fourth place during the 2015 Grand Prix Final, he is ready to give up, but Yakov Feltsman sees something in him and offers to coach him the following season in Russia alongside his idol, Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky, whose next season is his senior debut.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Whenever I Fall at Your Feet by thesleepingsatellite, Explicit, 4.8k
Victor would have been lying if he’d said he didn’t find feet erotic. Feet were the primary tools of his and Yuuri’s profession, the instruments they used to dance across the ice, the supporting foundation of their performances. They were simultaneously punished and treasured. Finally, Yuuri was allowing him to cherish his feet the way that Victor had wanted to for months.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
if this city will bloom by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus), Gen, 8.9k
The story where Viktor accidentally brings home a cherry blossom spirit from Japan, and his life and heart are turned upside-down.

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Rec’d by @mixberkaan :
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 128k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…That’s a long story.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 7.6k
Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Teen, 10k (WIP)
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
A Political Affair by ChibiFoxx, Mature, 85k (WIP)
As a young Omega, Yuuri had wanted nothing more than to be able to live freely and pursue his dreams. But with the crushing reality of having an Alpha-dominated government, Omegas were forced to live the life society wanted them to have, even if it meant selling their lives to an Alpha suitor at a young age.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella, Teen, 5.1k
Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
do something pretty (while you can) by renaissance, Teen, 14k (WIP)
Everything is going wrong, and it’s all Viktor’s fault. It all started when he got Christophe involved. That was a mistake. But no, it started before then. It started with Georgi and Anya. Even earlier, it started with one small victory that gave Viktor a lot of big ideas. It started when Lilia arrived with her ballet students on the very first day of term. Really, if Viktor’s being honest, it started the moment he met Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
you think my bruised knees are sort of pretty by fireblazie, Teen, 4.7k (WIP)
In which Yuuri gets drunk at a con, earns the nickname Cake Boy, and promptly forgets all about it.

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Rec’d by @sentwithcitation :
The Boy Who Watched by Rosie_Rues, Teen, 12k
In which Victor pines, everybody drinks too much, and Yakov deserves a sainthood for putting up with these idiots. Basically, it’s a decade’s worth of near misses, misunderstandings, and pure obliviousness.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
you are the best thing that’s ever been mine by JMonCheri, Mature, 4.9k (WIP)
Wherein famous actors Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are forced to fake a relationship for mere reasons such as fame, money, and for teenage girls to make thesis long rants about them on Tumblr. A pact is made, then things snowball into a complete mess, and ya’ll already get the idea where this is going…

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Rec’d by @dragondoodle0268 :
Painting by Homosexualrussian, TwinDragons0268, Teen, 1.3k (WIP)
After Victor Nikiforov settles into his comfy new Barcelona apartment while taking a break from skating, he goes to many new places, he experiences many new experiences. However, out of all of them, his favorite hang-outs is the art gallery near his residence (as he goes nearly every day). Everyone there knows him by name, he knows each painting, sculpture, collage by heart, but after an overly angry guest leaves, Victor slowly begins to discover that change can be for the better.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
will lose my desire for you (never my love) by ken_ichijouji (dommific), Mature, 16k ***Major Character Death
Victor is ten when he leaves home to fine tune his alchemy, nineteen when he meets Katsuki Yuuri, twenty when he becomes a State Alchemist and a husband, and twenty-two when a teen named Yuri Plisetsky begins to report to him. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
That April (you were knowable) by llythl, Teen, 10k (WIP)
“He said there were dead bodies buried beneath the tree,” Victor explains, eyes wide. Yuuri remembers his sister telling him in passing that Victor could not be more typical as a tourist - possessing a charming naivete that was really only charming when it was not doing any harm.

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Rec’d by @flyingsuits-blog-blog
You Have Witchcraft in Your Lips by RememberingEmbers, Teen, 4.8k
Victor falls in love with the new cheesecake-on-a-stick vendor at the Renaissance Faire.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fontaine de jouvence by EdosianOrchid, Teen, 4.7k
Maybe he should have chosen a different place to spend his eternity, calmer and less eccentric than San Junipero but Yuuri has promised himself that he will overcome his anxiety to catch up here all the missed opportunities from his previous life. Besides, it is what his best friend Phichit would have wanted for him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
more than three quarters by alykapedia, Teen, 9.8k (WIP)
“No fair, I wanted to do a review for your new book too!”
Pulling the phone away from his ear, Yuuri Katsuki—New York Times best-selling author and winner of the Akutagawa and Naoki Prizes—squinted at the screen bearing his best friend’s grinning face. 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Take Hold by LavenderProse, Mature, 20k
“I believe…” Yuuri says, pensive. “I believe that when you’re connected to another person so closely that you share a soul, it’s stupid to think that you wouldn’t feel it. How can you not recognize part of yourself when they’re standing right in front of you?” / “That's…I…yes.” Viktor tries to untie his tongue, mouth suddenly arid. “You—I think you would know, yes.” / Yuuri skates onto the ice and Viktor’s soul screams after him, Do you know? Can you see me? I’m here, I’m here.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’ll be loving you for quite some time by Singittome, Teen, 1.8k
Twenty-eight little stories from Saint Petersburg.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
i never could’ve asked for more by flowerbolt, Explicit, 3.1k (WIP)
It’s like having a genie in a lamp.Or such were the tales on the worn-out books he used to have as a child, anyway. Always containing a wondrous spell he never quite understood—though it seems a little unfair on him to have to give something in return, and inevitably even less fair on his benefactor to not have a wish limit in the first place.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Cherry Wood and Golden Robes by Skowronek, Not Rated, 8k (WIP)
When the up-and coming Japanese wizard Yuuri Katsuki arrives in Sochi for his most important duelling competition so far, he expects to flub his duel, embarrass himself, and panic. He doesn’t expect to exceed his own expectations and gain a rival in the process.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Force Is Strong in My Family by explanationintime, Teen, 1.8k
“The force is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it, and…my brother has it.”

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Rec’d by @hystericblue:
Found Myself in a House I’ve Never Been Before by QueenofFennoscandia, Mature, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri was almost sure that this was reality. His favorite tea blend could be found in the kitchen cabinet on left, and the teapot was on the top shelf, exactly as he favored. Two important thoughts went through his head. Could he even skate anymore, and more importantly, did any of the people he knew exist?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unsinkable by terra_incognita, Teen, 18k (WIP)
Victor is a wealthy heir with a lonely soul. Yuuri is a poor dancer with a tender heart. The deck of the Titanic might be a very romantic place to meet your one true love, but it’s not exactly a fortuitous one.

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath :
On Our High Horses by Bad_Wolf, Teen, 11k (WIP)
Sara Crispino loves her job, riding the broad flats and hills of her adopted planet on her beloved horse. She doesn’t have to talk to anyone for days, just the cows and horses she herds. Usually the only other person she interacts with is the landowner of half the planet, Yurui Katsuki, and he’s just plain shy. Sara would have been happy to go on like that, one day flowing into the next, seamless and unvaried; except when a group of uppity nobles decide to invest money into the Katsukis’ business. Now while Yuuri is off schmoozing the money, Sara has to play host to an infuriating rich lady who wouldn’t know hard work if it bit her in the ass.

✧·゚: *✧·゚:*    *:·゚✧*:·゚✧

Rec’d by @nagoyadelay :
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar, Explicit, 52k (WIP)
With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.


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Momma Hale x Derek

Requested by Anon


“Get her back to the car!” Derek snapped at Erica who forced you away from Isaac who was being attacked by the Alpha twins and towards the car.

“Derek I am a witch I can help!” You shrieked and he glanced back at you, missing one of the twins who helped his brother yank Isaac to his feet, you knew the look, he didn’t know if he could bring Isaac back to you.

You begrudgingly followed Erica to the car and let her rush back to Derek while you headed to Deaton’s to see if you could help from there. He wasn’t surprised when you stormed in and had laid out several spells and new things for you to try out.

“He wouldn’t let me help!” You snapped and Deaton sighed.

“(Y/N) you’ve not yet reached your full potential and you are overly protective, you might have got injured.” He pointed out and you rolled your eyes.

“Or I would have helped.” You muttered.

“You’ve been here a few months (Y/N), Derek’s only just opened up to the pack about his feelings and you’re important to him.” Deaton pointed out and you nodded.

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Imagine: Lucifer teaching you Enochian

Originally posted by schrodingerwasadicktocats

“What do you want, Lucifer?” you ask, patently annoyed.

“What? I’m not allowed to visit you?” He’s sat in the previously empty chair.

“You’ll be bored. I’m a little busy.”

Lucifer pouts, “I can tell. You haven’t even looked at me.”

You didn’t answer his statement, being too caught up in your contemporary work. For the past twenty-four hours, you’ve been accumulating whatever books you could find on a certain angelic language, which wasn’t much. Not only was there a lack of information on the language, but it didn't produce pronunciation. Although you didn’t attain much from the books, you managed to fill over half of a leather bound notebook full of it. Unfortunately, the amount you attained was only about as much as finishing French Class I. You wipe off your pen and set it down, running your hands through your hair before standing to look for whatever book you could find.

After you disappear behind a bookcase, Lucifer pulls the notebook to himself and reads what’s written. To his surprise, it’s filled with the symbols of both Enochian and its English meaning. Of course, he noticed that some angelic words were spelled wrong.

You come back, not with books, but with a computer, hoping to get some information off the internet.

“You spelt this one wrong,” Lucifer points at your notebook.

“Yeah, right. What do you know about Enochian?”

Lucifer glared at you, looking genuinely insulted.

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’m just really stressed,” you apologize.

“Just grab your pen and fix the spelling.”

“I don’t know how to spell it. I thought what I wrote was correct.”

He takes the pen himself, dipping it in the ink and quickly writing the correct spelling. He hands it back to you.

“Lucifer?”

He hums.

“Can you teach me? I can’t find much, and who knows Enochian better than an angel?”

Lucifer smirks, “Are you asking for my help?”

You sigh. “Yes.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulls out the chair closest to you and sits you down, ready too help with both spelling and pronunciation.

How to Make a Witchy Planner

For 2017 I’ve decided to revamp my Witchy “Planner” and add quite a few things to help me stay on track with my goals, both witchy and mundane, and so I’m making a post to share with everyone what I’m doing.

What is a Witchy “Planner”?

A Witchy “Planner” is something that I came up with a few months ago to help me become more organized with my practice. I have a terrible habit of forgetting to plan for Sabbats and Esbats, and I also have a terrible tendency of buying a ton of journals and notebooks for specific purposes, and then never touching them again. I put together my “Planner” to help with that.

However, it isn’t exactly a planner. It’s a combination of a planner, a journal and a to-do list rolled all into one and it is centered around my witchcraft.

How do I make a Witchy “Planner”?

My Planner is a mini three ring binder I bought at Target. I tend to change my mind often so I bought a binder so I could switch things up whenever I wanted. I also tend to be afraid to “mess up” in fancy journals, which leads to them never being used. A binder is my best solution for that.

However, you can use any method that is easiest for you. A plain spiral notebook or a folder on your computer or in OneNote can be used just as easily.

The most important thing is to use a method that you will enjoy using.

When you want to get into a habit of working with something, it helps if you enjoy looking at it. You want to look forward to using it. Even if you have a plain notebook, get creative and jazz it up a little so you’ll want to use it. You don’t want to get bored of it and then never pick it up again.

What goes inside a Witchy “Planner”?

This is something that will ultimately be unique to each witch. Ask yourself what it is that you want to keep track of. For me, I have my Planner organized into the following sections:

- Goals; Yearly and Monthly
- Love Notes; Inspiration and Motivation
- Calendar
- Sabbat and Esbat Planning
- Spells and Rituals
- Personal Reflection
- Blog Stuff
- Things to Add to My Grimoire

You can also add sections for prayers to your deities, times to do offerings or change up your altar, a meditation section, or practically anything else that you feel you will need.

I’ve only had my planner a few months, but I’ve already changed it several times since then.

How do you use your “Planner”?

As stated before, I use my Planner for both magickal and mundane purposes. Why? Well, I’ve found that I tend to be more involved with my magickal practices than I am with my mundance practices. So for 2017 I’ve decided to merge the two together in hopes to accomplish a little bit more.

I look at my Planner at least once a day, most of the time in the evening before bed. I’m more of a night owl and I’m not really conscious enough in the morning to retain what I look at or read.

I use my Planner to keep track of what I need to get done in a week, as well as a place to look over my achievements. I write myself “love letters” to encourage myself. I use it to plan my Sabbats, Esbats and other Holidays. I use it to reflect on myself personally (such as how I felt during the week/month), as well as keep track of any witchcraft blog posts I want to write, and anything I need to add to my Grimoire.

Additional Resources:

 A Look Inside My Witchy Planner

 Witchy Planner Inserts Masterpost

 Persephone’s Planner on Etsy

Voodoo Mama's Spellbook: A Lunar Menstrual Love Spell

*My spells, though voodoo/hoodoo influenced, are open to everyone*

This is a powerful love spell for those of us who have menstrual cycles. The menstrual cycle is proof that the universe is connected to you. The very moon is guiding your body like the tides of an ocean. So this is a spell written by my grandmother and she swears by it. She says that she met my papa two weeks after performing this spell. The concept is to allow the moon to lead your body to a new love. I have actually never done this spell but upon posting this I will be trying. (Single lesbian sobsob)

This love spell can be used two ways and I will get into more detail into the instructions. I prefer to ask for love to be guided to me instead of focusing on a particular person but you can do otherwise with a slight variation I will include. Let me note that everyone has their opinion on love spells. I do not care to hear yours.

Ingredients:

SPELL MUST BE DONE ON A FRIDAY WHEN THERE IS A FULL MOON

  • -6 drops of menstrual blood 
  • -red wine 
  • -2 basil leaves 
  • -2 pinches ginger powder
  • -2 peaches 
  • -9 drops of juice from an orange
  • -full moon charged water 
  • -cheesecloth or something to strain water
  • -6 red rose petals 
  • -1 jar or container 
  • -(Optional) Hair of the person if there is someone in particular.

Directions:

  1. First of all you want to mix your moon water, ginger powder and drops of orange juice. 
  2. Set it out in the moonlight while you peel and slice your peaches. Be very slow and delicate while you do this. It symbolized you opening yourself up to the new experiences.  
  3. Get your pot back and add the sliced peaches into the pot. 
  4. Add the basil and rose petals and place the pot on the stove. 
  5. While it boils, focus on it and push your desires onto it. This potion of love will be charged with your dreams and everything that you need from a lover. Think about certain aspects that you wish for that person to have. Don’t forget to stir every now and again. 
  6. Once it is boiling, let it go for 30 seconds or so. 
  7. Strain the water with your cheesecloth or whatever you plan to use into a jar. You can throw the items strained into the trash or use them for any gardening you need. 
  8. Make sure that your jar is only about ¾ of the way filled up. 
  9. Meditate while watching the jar. You can talk to any deity and do any prayers at this time. Ask it to be blessed. This water is a potion of love, charged by the moon. 
  10. Once you are ready, slowly add your blood. As it hits the water, the love potion is bound to you by blood. Watch it fall through the mixture. Think about how one of your most intimate aspects is now here. If you are using this on a person, add their hair now and think the same about them. They are tied to you. 
  11. Finally, add the red wine and fill the jar all the way up. This seals the deal. Think about the romance you want. Maybe talk to the mixture and tell it out loud. It loves suggestions. Please be specific and careful with your words. 
  12. Close the jar and give it 9 shakes filled with emotion and want. 
  13. If this is meant for a certain person, go to their home and pour the mixture below their window. If it is for just anyone, pour it under your own window. 
  14. Within the next month or two, if the spell has worked, you will meet someone who is brought to you by the pull of the moon. 

//I know I’ve submitted before, but I’m still learning DnD and our group started another campaign recently and for the first time I partook in a HORDE encounter. We have a Paladin, Cleric, Sorcerer and (myself) Bard attempting to protect a little girl in the dead of night from Zombies, Skeletons, an Undead Minotaur and undead bulls. All of this had being controlled by a Wight that we scared off at one point and we were about 40ish rounds in when the Minotaur and bulls showed up.

DM: The Minotaur goes to attack the Paladin but thanks, luckily, to being mocked by your Bard misses. He t-
Bard: What the literal hell is going on?
DM: Well, if you were to listen and let me finish-
Bard: No, I mean what is this?
Cleric: The Minotaur attacking?
DM: Ya, you’ve been doing combat for awhile now
Bard: No, this is me asking Out of character? What. The. Literal. Hell. Is. This?
DM/Cleric (OOC): OHH!
Sorcerer (OOC): Have you…never done a Horde encounter?
Paladin (OOC): To be fair, I’ve been playing this for years and I’ve only ever heard of these events
Bard (OOC): I am actually having a panic attack right now. I am out of spells and potions. Our Cleric lost his main hand weapon and has one spell left. Our Paladin would have been dead about 5 times now if not for my Heroism on him, not to mention is on his last legs right now with only one potion. Our Sorcerer is running low with like, what, two spells left? It doesn’t even look like we’re close to ending this. We have a giant Minotaur on our butts and being chased by two undead bulls and we don’t even know where the Wight went? Is this suppose to be happening? Are we suppose to die? We’re going to die, aren’t we?
(Meanwhile the Cleric and Paladin are laughing their asses off at my rapid ranting and panicking voice)
DM (OOC): Well, heh, you wont know until we finish, mwehaha
Bard (OOC): No please, I’m actually so scared right now. WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL IS THIS!?
Cleric (OOC) Oh my god. Dude, dude. This, this reaction is what DM’s live for. This is exactly how you’re suppose to feel. This is what every DM hopes for. I’m sure (DM’s name) loves this
DM (OOC): Oh, I do
Bard (OOC): Well, if that’s the point, then damn good job, BUT SERIOUSLY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS YOU CRUEL CRUEL MAN?!

Jerome Valeska Imagine- Life’s A Joke (Part One?)

I know I usually write Teen Wolf fic, but I love Gotham so much. Are Imagines like this something you would be into? Warning this is quite long.

Y/N Gordon, what a name to live up to. You moved in with your uncle, after the death of you parents. You loved your him of course, but by no means were you anything alike. You had no interest in being the ‘hero’ of Gotham, if anything you were waiting for the city to crumble into non-existence. You weren’t always like this. But being forced to watch the murder of your parents, changed you. You cared about nothing- you were bored with life completely.

It was Wednesday, you and Uncle J had a tradition of eating takeout burgers in the police car during his lunch break. You had grown bored of it a long time ago, but you knew he needed it. Even if you both sat in silence, you were still together. But today stood out like no other. You were parked In an alleyway somewhere, when the police radio flicked on with urgency. “Jim, Jim are you there?” a voice spoke with panic. You looked at each other, before he responded. “Yeah, what’s the problem Harvey?” he asked. You slurped on your milkshake, awaiting the response. “The Maniax have been spotted downtown, you need to get here now!” he reported. “I’ll be there, I just need to drop off my niece” he told. “There’s no time Jim-” he began to say, followed by the faint sound of gun shots in the background. “Shit” your uncle muttered, before beginning to reverse out of the alleyway.

“Stay in the car!” Uncle J said firmly, knowing you had a problem with following authority. “Sure” you shrugged, looking at him with eyes that said otherwise. He huffed, before slamming the door shut behind him. He looked at you through the window and showed you his car keys, before putting child lock on, to prevent you from getting out. He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, before following the sound of gun shots and shouting officers. You were sitting for no longer than 10 seconds, before you climbed into the driver’s seat and took out one of your earrings, before beginning to tamper with the mechanics of the vehicle. You then shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you. Like hell, were you waiting in a police car for your uncle to return hours later. You walked along the sidewalk, away from the sound of shooting and screams. You found yourself in an empty street, as the breeze hit your skin. You took a second to spin around and embrace the feeling. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at the roof of a building. You could see someone with bright hair and an Arkham Asylum uniform on. They appeared to be fixated on you and you couldn’t seem to look away either. He began pointing a gun towards you, but you couldn’t move. Not out of fear, but curiosity. That’s when you heard more gunshots and shouting coming closer towards you. “They went this way” you heard Harvey shout. You looked away from the rooftop when you felt someone grab your shoulder. “What did I tell you Y/n!” your Uncle shouted, pulling you away. “I was bored” you shrugged, with no emotion. “Did you see where they went?” Harvey asked, joining the pair of you. “Where who went?” you asked with false naivety. “Jerome Valeska and the other whackjobs” he added. You thought for a second, before giving your response. “No” you replied laconically. He sighed before nodding and heading off down the street. Jim guided you back to the car, you climbed in willingly, sensing the annoyance radiating from. “Stay” he ordered, and this time you complied. He then slammed the door shut and also headed off. “Jerome Valeska” you repeated.

Your uncle returned to the car, after about an hour or so. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you soon brightened up as he sat in the drivers seat. The car journey was silent for about ten minutes, before you reluctantly broke the silence. “I’m sorry” you mumbled, looking down at your nails. He simply raised his eyebrows, as a sign for you to continue. “I shouldn’t have left the car, it was irrational and stupid” you added. “Apology accepted” he returned, smug of you admitting defeat. “Did you find him- and the others” you quickly added the last part. “No” he said with clear disappointment. “What did they do?” you asked. “They made a statement, using seven innocent lives to do it” he didn’t want to tell you, but he knew you wouldn’t drop it until he did. “Why?” you pried. “Insanity Y/n, it makes a person do the craziest things” he spoke. You took that as an indication for you to stop asking questions, but by no means did you stop thinking about the insane criminals, about the boy with the bright hair.

It had been a week since you saw him, and the news of the terror group was spreading around Gotham like wild fire. You were the only person at your school who didn’t seem to be petrified by the thought. You were sitting on the school bus, due to your uncle taking away your own car keys as punishment. You prepared yourself for a long and boring journey, but the events that followed were anything but that.

You were surrounded by all the preppy losers, who were meeting up for their traditional meal, before a big game. You sat down on a seat on your own and rolled your eyes, after having no other choice but to hear them practice their cheers and chants. You hadn’t taken the bus since Freshman year and even you knew the bus was taking an abnormally long time to drive off. You opened the window and lit up a cigarette, ignoring the fake coughs from the annoyed cheerleaders, who were certainly convinced you were going to give them blood poisoning. Screams and cries soon began to erupt, from the front of the bus, making its way along. You glanced to the front, seeing a familiar figure. It was him. Before he began to speak, an accomplice of his began to cuff you all to the chairs. You were cuffed by a half-wit, still holding the burning cigarette in your hand. “Give me an O” Jerome shouted with amusement, beginning to pace down the bus. The students around you immediately complied, with shaky voices. “Give me a H” he continued. You simply lifted your hands to your mouth, having another puff on the toxic paper. “Give me a N” he added, reaching you. You looked at him, with no sign of fear or obedience. “Give me a N” he leant down and breathed on your neck. You simply turned to face him and blew your smoke into his face. He quickly jolted up, causing the other students to flinch and whimper. “I know who you are” he worked out. Before giving that unforgettable laugh of his. You watched in complete amassment. “You’re Officer Jim Gordon’s daughter” he claimed dramatically, as if he was giving a performance. “Niece” you corrected. He titled his head, surprised by your disobedience, as opposed to your bravery. “Why didn’t you tell them where I was? You could have saved your own life, as well of all of your peers” he once again grew closer to you. “You could have shot me then, and saved yourself if I did tell them where you were” you equally retort. He grabbed your chin and titled your head, staring into your eyes. He searched them, looking for any sign of emotion and found none. He smirked, before letting go and making his way back to the front of the bus.

Meanwhile, your Uncle and Harvey worked at the station, stuck in an endless pile of new leads and paperwork. That’s when they got the phone call. “Y/n’s on that bus” his eyes widened, as he slammed down the phone and grabbed his keys from his desk. Jerome grabbed the hose, filled with gasoline. “Give me a H” he finished. Your classmates once again complied. “What’s that spell?” he asked mockingly. “Oh No” they all answered. Shit. You threw your lit cigarette out of the window, as he began to spray gasoline all over the bus. He moved up and down all of the seats, spraying each person individually. That was until he reached you. “Anything to say?” he asked you casually, while holding the hose over the person behind you, drowning them in the liquid. “I’ve never been one for cliché last words” you retaliated sarcastically, looking away from him. “How about now?” he asked, now holding a gun to your head. “Shoot me” you said fearlessly, still refusing to pay him attention. You were the only person not coated in gasoline. 

Jerome stood outside, holding a lighter. He then gave a speech to his accomplices, as Uncle J and the other officers began to arrive. He threw the lighter on the ground, after realising it wasn’t working. “Anyone got a light?” he teased, as if he had all the time In the world. He then smirked, after seeing the lit cigarette on the ground. “She can finish this one” he grinned, throwing it onto the trail of gasoline, heading towards the bus, before making a quick escape. Jim entered the bus, getting into the drivers seat. He then proceeded to move the bus to safety, narrowly avoiding the flames. He sighed and the screams come to a halt, being replaced with cries of relief. “Everybody okay?” he asked, before turning around to the terrified students. They muttered their responses, still in complete shock. Uncle J then stood up in adrenaline and made his way over to your seat. The only empty seat. “Where’s Y/n?” he practically whispered, scared to hear the answer. “Where is Y/N!? He repeated, shouting this time. There was almost silence on the bus, before someone spoke up. “They took her- he took her” a voice answered in distain.

Part Two? Let me know if you want this to continue as a Jerome Valeska series x

13 Reasons Why (tape 4)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Charlie, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: swearing, angst, betrayal

Word count: 6172 (I went a little overboard;))

Summary: Dean confronts Mary about her tape when he returns to the bunker. His trust issues continue to grow as he listens to the 4th tape.

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Dean had finished tape 3 and had never been more angry. How could Mary talk to you like that? Why would she say such nasty things just to hurt you? As soon as Sam woke up in the car and saw the anger covering Dean’s face he knew that he had finished the tape. “Dean-”

“Do not.”

“Talk to mom about it, please, you’ll understand,” Sam insisted.

“Understand?” Dean shouted. “Understand what, Sammy? She said those things to Y/N, she made her feel like she had no one.”

“No,” Sam shook his head. “Dean, talk to mom, please! You know that’s not like her, you know that.”

“It doesn’t explain anything,” Dean growled. “Y/N wouldn’t lie.”

“Y/N didn’t lie, but that’s not what happened,” Sam revealed. “Please, talk to her and you will understand… I promise.”

They didn’t talk for the rest of the car journey. Sam just wanted to get back to the bunker so that Dean could hear Mary’s explanation. Dean couldn’t even imagine the excuse that his mom had come up with. It had to be a really good excuse if he was going to forgive her. It must have been so heartbreaking to hear those things coming from a woman that you saw as your mother.

Dean stormed angrily through the door and hoped that they would be home but they must have been out on another hunt. He didn’t want to wait, he was so full of rage right now that it seemed like the perfect opportunity to question her rather when he had calmed down later. So he called her.

The phone rung, and rung, and rung. There was no answer. He tried again, time and time again. Nothing. She must have been busy on a hunt and didn’t have access to her phone right now. That only made his anger grow even more.

Just as he was about to try to call her again, the doors of the bunker opened. Dean looked up and saw his mom and dad standing at the top of the stairs- it felt like he was staring at strangers. Smiles plastered their faces as they walked into the war room and started gloating about their successful hunt. Neither of them noticed the evil glare they were receiving from Dean, it was mostly at Mary.

Sam smiled back and listened to their story. He knew how pissed Dean was so he just smiled through it and tried to act as if things weren’t about to blow up.

“John was amazing!” Mary continued to say.

“Please, you saved my ass,” John replied. “If it wasn’t for your mother this hunt would never have been such a success.”

After a few moments of basking in their glory, Mary turned to Dean and noticed his look of pure rage. He hadn’t planned what he was going to say, how could he? There were too many thought running through his head. “Dean?” She asked as the whole room became silent. John and Sam watched intently.

“Mom.” He simply nodded.

Sam sighed. “Dean listened to your tape.”

Dean was too angry to do anything. His anger just froze him in place because he knew that if he let the anger take over, he would never forgive himself for what he did. “Yeah,” Dean agreed. “We need to talk. Alone.”

He gave her no time to try and speak to him where she was. Dean walked off into the library and watched Sam and his father disappear into the hallway that led to the kitchen. Mary took a seat while Dean leaned against the table with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Dean-” she said to break the silence.

“Stop,” he snapped. “I don’t even know what to say, mom. I mean, I always thought that you and Y/N had a close connection, I thought you loved her. Clearly I was wrong.”

“You weren’t wrong!“ She tried to defend herself.

“Then why is my sister dead?!” He growled. Sam and John could have probably heard him from the kitchen but that didn’t stop him from continuing to shout at Mary. “How could you say those awful things to her? That she was better off dead. That you didn’t love her like a daughter and she ruined our family. What the fuck is wrong with you, Mary?!”

“Dean,” she spoke in a calm voice as a tear rolled down her cheek. “Please, let me explain what happened.”

Dean continued to breathe heavily, his face has become red and he was pushed away from the table. He tried to calm himself and listen to what she had to say. He crossed his arms over his chest and actually listened, the anger inside still boiling.

“The day that she heard that, Sam and Y/N were on a hunt. They were hunting a witch,” she began. “That witch did something, I didn’t know what, but when Y/N came home that day she was acting strange. I never suspected it was because of the witch until I heard my tape and what Y/N thought I had said to her. The witch cast a spell on her that made Y/N hear whatever scared her the most…” Mary couldn’t hold back her years anymore. She began to sob uncontrollably. “Her worst fear was hearing me say that I didn’t love her.”

“If it was a witch then why didn’t you tell Y/N…” Dean was about to ask.

“I didn’t figure it out until I heard my tape. Until Y/N was already dead and it was too late for me to save her,” Mary added. She shook her head as she looked down at the floor. “I will never forgive myself for what happened.”

“Mom, it wasn’t your fault,” Dean concluded as he finally heard her story. “I just wish you would have figured out what was wrong with her so you could have told her what you just told me.”

“I know,” Mary nodded. “I wish I could too. I always wondered why she acted so distant from me. If I wasn’t too scared to ask her then maybe she would…” But she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Dean’s anger had washed away and turned into a darkness that he didn’t know how to get rid of. It was so painful and sad. He was sad for Mary and sad for you. She would have to live with herself knowing what you believed, and you had to believe that the whole time you were alive and that was something that would damage anyone.

Mary stood up and went to walk off but Dean stopped her to hug her. The hug was awkward, neither of them knew how to hug each other properly but it was also strangely comforting. Dean released his arms from her and let her wander off to the kitchen. He, however, had something else to do. Tape 4.

So off he went, back to his room, door closed and tapes ready. The headphones on, the tape in the player, and the play button pressed.

“Secrets. We all have them. Some more than others and some bigger than others, but we all have them. Sometimes those secrets eat away at us, but sometimes it’s better if they stay hidden… I had one of those secrets and I kept it between me and a person that I trusted. But, that secret was shared to the only people that I didn’t want to know about it.“

* * *

After what happened with Mary you just had to move on and act like you were fine. Lately that seemed to be all you were doing. Pretending to be okay. You couldn’t burden John or your brothers with your problems and least of all Mary.

You carried on acting like you were fine.

Of course, that could never last too long. Pretending you were fine until you were actually fine used to be something you were okay with, but since you knew nothing would ever change it was time for you to be out on your own. You weren’t going to tell anyone that you were leaving so you just headed off. A note was left on your bed saying, ‘don’t come looking for me’ and that was the end of things. You couldn’t be bothered with the drama of the Winchesters anymore. Before you left you were sure to turn your GPS off so that they couldn’t track you.

It was only a few hours after you were gone and Dean had already tried to call you. You had walked to a car rental place and rented an old car that none of them would have expected you to rent if they came looking for you.

You were out of town now, you ignored all of the calls and didn’t bother to check who was calling you. You were left a dozen voicemails but you only listened to one. It was from Sam.

You held the phone to your ear and listened to his voicemail.

‘Y/N, it’s me, it’s Sam.
We’re all worried about you.
Please, whatever it is, we can talk about it.
I just need to know that you’re safe.. Please call me back
I love you little sis, wherever you are, please don’t do anything stupid.’

The voicemail was hard to listen to, almost enough to make you want to go back.. That’s why you couldn’t listen to any others. They could have made you go back but you knew that was a mistake.

There was one voicemail that you saved to your phone but never actually ended up listening to. It was from Mary. You promised yourself that one day you would listen to it just to see what she said, but another part of yourself begged for you to leave well enough alone.

It was getting close to dark, the calls had stopped regularly but did come in a few times every half hour just to give it a try. They must have been looking for you too instead of calling you. You looked at the gas meter in your car and it was getting close to the empty sign. You pulled over in a gas station but realised you had no money. The guy in the gas station watched you from the window of the shop as you poured the gas into your car. You made sure it was filled as much as it could be. You didn’t want to have to steal from another gas station so soon so you had to make the most of this.

As you jumped back into your car and sped off down the road with the man from the shop trying to chase you, you realised that this is what your life would be from now on. The hunting life sucked, but it was all you knew now. Ever since what Crowley did… That was it, there was no going back to your life. This was your life now.

After driving up the highway for almost another hour, you saw a sign that said there was a motel coming up that was next to a diner. This was perfect! Apart from the fact that you had no money to check into the motel or buy any food at the diner.

You ended up driving past the motel and going into a small town. You had no idea what your plan was, probably to just sleep in your car for the night and figure something out tomorrow. That was until someone knocked on your car door and scared the shit out of you.

As you turned your head and recognised who it was, you calmed down and opened your door. “Jesus, Charlie, you scared me.”

“Sorry, I was just surprised to see you!” She exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around you.

* * *

“Seeing you that day was the start of my secret being shared. Welcome to tape 4. Welcome to your tape, Charlie.”

Charlie Bradbury. Who would have thought? Dean never would have guessed. He should have, he knew that you and Charlie had a good friendship that was thrown away by something you wouldn’t tell him. You never told anyone what she did to you, but now everyone on the tapes knew. All of them knew, and Dean would know soon enough too.

* * *

Charlie’s apartment was close to where you had parked. You hadn’t actually realised that this was where she lived, every time you had seen her was when she would come to the bunker for visits or to help out on hunts.

She insisted that you would come inside. She asked what you were doing there alone and if she should call your brothers but you quickly shot the idea down.

“A lot of stuff has been going on, Charlie,” you admitted as you stepped into her living room and placed your bag down on her couch. “There’s just so much going on that I can’t deal with, so I ran away.”

“You ran away?” She questioned. “But- the boys, they must be so worried about you!”

“I left them a note. And besides, I can take care of myself,” you replied. You took a seat on the couch but Charlie stayed standing.

“They will track you, you know,” she tried to warn you. She folded her arms over her chest as she spoke down to you.

“I turned my GPS off, they have no way of finding me. Please don’t tell them where I am, Charlie. I just… I need to be alone for a while,” you sighed. You rubbed your tired eyes as Charlie dropped her arms to her side sympathetically. “Please.”

“I won’t tell Sam and Dean where you are,” she promised with a sad smile. “On one condition. You text them and tell them that you just need some space but you’re safe, you know what they’re like, they won’t stop worrying.”

“Fine,” you nodded in agreement. “I’ll do it now.”

Even though Charlie suggested that you should text your brothers, you decided a phone call would be the best approach.

You stood from the couch and Charlie went into the kitchen to get you some food. You stood in the bathroom to talk to them just so you could have a little privacy.

You thought that hearing your voice and how calm you were would ease them and make them realise that this was best for you. They were understanding people, so why was your heart pounding so hard?

After only one ring, Dean picked up and sounded worried.

“Y/N? Where are you? Why haven’t you been answering our calls?” He demanded. You could hear Sam breathing, you must have been on speaker and they were both standing close to the phone.

“Where are dad and Mary?” You questioned calmly.

“They’re out looking for you,” Sam replied. “Please, just tell us where you are so we can come and pick you up.”

“I don’t need picking up,” you laughed lightly. “I’m ok. Really, I am. I just need to be out on my own for a while, I don’t know if that’s hunting or trying to be normal or whatever- I don’t know. I need space from the Winchesters for a while, I need to figure out who I am and if I even belong in your family.”

“You do. You belong in our family,” Dean said quickly. “You promise that you’re safe?”

“I’m safe, Dean,” you promised. “I wouldn’t put myself in danger, but I’m 18 years old and I need to try and do things on my own for a while. I hope you understand.”

“We do,” Sam agreed. “Although we don’t really want you gone, we respect your decision. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I’ll check in every now and then,” you smiled, even though they couldn’t see you though the phone. “I love you guys.”

“Love you too, silly little weirdo,” Dean said which he knew bugged you but you just laughed.

And with that you hung up the phone. That was a lot easier than you had expected, but then your brothers always were understanding towards you. You had figured it was because they had so many rules from John when they were growing up and would have loved space. Then you remembered that Sam did have space, but John wasn’t supportive of him leaving and Sam didn’t want you to hurt the same way he did.

You headed back to the couch where Charlie had brought you some food. A plate of fries that were a little warm, she must have cooked them earlier and decided not to eat them. As you began eating she started asking you a bunch of questions.

“Do you have any money? What are you planning on doing? Are you going to get a job?” She asked all in the space of you taking one bite of your fries.

“Charlie!” You shouted with a mouth still full of food. You took a moment to swallow what was in your mouth before speaking again. “Could you please stop asking me all these questions.”

“I’m sorry, I just need to know that you’re going to be okay,” she replied with a sad smile. Her heart was in the right place.

* * *

“Or so I thought it was. I was wrong, Charlie. I mean, maybe at the beginning you really did just want to help me… But I can’t forgive you for what you told my dad and Mary. What you told them- it’s the reason I ended up in, well, you know.”

And at that moment the tapes became too hard to listen to once again. Dean knew exactly what you meant, but how did Charlie do that to you? What could she possibly have told John and Mary for you to end up in that place?

It was around lunch time, Dean hadn’t eaten anything all day. He remembered that the day before there was a left over piece of pie in the fridge but he felt too anxious to eat it. He headed to the kitchen to eat, that’s all he ever seemed to leave his room for anymore. Not unless it was a hunt that Sam had found but it usually ended up being a dead end.

Back in the kitchen, surrounded by his ‘family’ once again. They all knew what Charlie had done, John and Mary knew before the tapes that Charlie shared your secret. But what could the secret have been? Dean never knew why John sent you to that place… He never gave him an explanation. All his mom and dad would ever say about you is, ‘she’s sick and she needs help.’ He walked into the kitchen where they were all sitting around the dinner table. They were all whispering before he came in but stopped as soon as he arrived in the doorway.

He walked past their glares and went to the fridge where he took out the slice of pie that was left and began eating it with a fork from the kitchen counter.

“You know,” Dean started, “I was thinking that we haven’t seen Charlie in a while… Maybe we should give her a call?”

They all froze at the mention of her name. “Uh- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Sam replied. “I mean, I’ve tried but she hasn’t been answering my calls ever since she had the tapes.”

“Hm,” Dean nodded his head subtly. “What she did was really that bad, huh?” He took another mouthful, how was it that he was already almost finished with the pie?

“No,” Mary snapped. “But she thinks it is… That’s why she won’t speak to any of us, she thinks she’s a bad person.”

“From what Y/N’s saying it sounds like she is,” Dean hissed back. Once again, silence. All eyes on Dean. “Is Charlie the reason you sent Y/N to-“

“Dean, your sister was sick. She needed help,” John said again like he had back when you were still in that awful place.

“Don’t give me the same bullshit you gave me back when you sent her there! I asked you a damn question,” he fumed as he put the plate and fork back down on the kitchen counter. “Is Charlie the reason that you sent Y/N to Serenity Grove?”

“Y/N was troubled!” John shouted.

“So you sent her to a damn Psychiatric Institution?!” Dean roared back. John stayed seated at the table while Dean spoke. “We knew she was troubled from day one, Charlie must have told you something about her that none of us knew for you to want to have sent her there.”

John sighed and shook his head. He began to explain himself. “Serenity Grove Psychiatric Institution was a place for troubled teens and young adults. I thought sending her there would help her, and it did.”

“Help her with what? What don’t I know? What didn’t you tell Sam and me about our sister?” Dean roared. “Sam, you only found out from the tapes about why she was in Serenity Grove, why aren’t you pissed?”

“I was when I listened to the tape,” Sam nodded. “I’m with Dean on this one, you guys should have told us about Y/N. All these secrets are what destroyed our family… They’re what destroyed Y/N.”

“You don’t think we know that by now?” Mary questioned with a soft voice. Dean could tell that she was growing tired of getting angry at the situation, she just wanted to stop talking about the tapes because they hurt. “Look, we’re sorry for the secrets we kept. We can’t change that now. But this tape isn’t about us, it’s about Charlie and it’s about Y/N.”

There was no point in listening to the same bullshit they told him each time. Dean decided to go for a drive while he listened to the rest of tape 4. He left the box of the rest of the tapes on his bed.

* * *

After you and Charlie had finished eating your fries, she offered for you to spend the night at her apartment. It was the obvious choice over your car, but it seemed like if you stayed she would have called your brothers. However, she had already made a promise to not call Sam or Dean, and they respected your choice to have some space from the whole family.

In the end, you realised that you were too physically and emotionally tired to even care. You borrowed a pair of Charlie’s comfortable pjs and sat back down on the couch with her. “So,” she began. “You ran away. Why?”

You sighed with a dramatic eye roll. “Seriously, Charlie? The whole ‘protective older sister’ questions.”

“You’re like a little sister to me, Y/N. Of course the ‘protective older sister’ questions were going to come out. I promised you I wouldn’t tell them anything already, you can trust me!”

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes tiredly. “I guess things are just… Bumpy.”

“Bumpy?” She repeated. “With anyone in particular?”

Yeah, Mary basically told me that I’m not a daughter to her and that she wishes I was dead. “No, no one in particular. I just don’t feel like I fit in.”

“You know, for someone that lies professionally, you sure are a crappy liar,” she replied. “Come on, I know that you’re not okay. You can tell me, Y/N.”

You sighed. “I guess things just haven’t been all sunshine and rainbows recently. I’m suffering a lot, Mary doesn’t like me, John barely even cares that I exist. The only people that seem to really care about me are my brothers.”

“Your brothers are good people,” Charlie admitted. “Personally, I don’t think Mary and John are the best but, they’re still part of your family. They’re not the worst people in the world…”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you replied with a shake of you head. “There are some secrets that I have to keep from them.”

“Really?” Charlie questioned with raised eyebrows. “Things like what?”

“When I was living with my mom I had problems that I had to take medication for. I have these voices in my head,” you finally revealed.

“You’re schizophrenic?“ She almost shouted in shock.

“No!” You shot back. “I’ve been to the doctors with my mom before and they said it’s not schizophrenia. It’s just because, when I was a kid, my mom had some not so nice boyfriends. Their abuse caused me to create someone imaginary in my head, a bit like an imaginary friend. But this voice somehow stayed with me and started telling me bad things about myself. Sometimes it gets too loud and causes me to hurt myself.”

“Gets? As in..”

“Yeah, I can still hear it now.” You nodded. “I stopped taking my medication when I went to live with John. It’s only recently that I started hearing it again.”

“So why not take the medication still?” She asked with her arms folded. She seemed a little easy but you thought nothing of it.

“When I left my mom, I stopped going to pick up my prescription. The voice comes and goes, it’s not a big deal,” you lied. It was a bit louder than you would have liked, it happened more than you wanted it to. “I don’t hurt myself anymore because of it so it doesn’t have to be a problem.”

“Well, you get some rest, okay?” Charlie smiled as she ruffled your hair. “I’ll take the couch tonight, you can have my bed.”

Charlie was so kind to you. As soon as she suggested getting some rest, you headed off to her room and plopped down onto her bed. You didn’t remember much after that… Not until you were being woken up and dragged away while Charlie was screaming ‘I’m so sorry!’

* * *

“I was terrified. I had no idea what was going on. All I wanted to do was sleep, wake up and see my best friend, my sister, and move on with my day as an independent woman. I was ready for the next challenge in my life. Serenity Grove didn’t offer me any freedom… And you’re the reason I was sent there. You were so clever about it too, because you promised me you wouldn’t tell Sam and Dean, so instead you told John and Mary.”

* * *

“John?” Charlie questioned as someone answered on the other side of the phone.

“This is Mary, John is out right now,” Mary replied. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N is here, she’s sleeping in my room,” Charlie revealed and heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

“She’s okay? We’ve all been so worried about her! I’m so glad she’s safe.”

“Mary, you don’t understand. There’s something wrong with Y/N… She needs help. She needs medication.”

She spent the rest of the phone call explaining exactly what you had said about the voice in your head. John had come back half way through the phone call and Mary put Charlie on speaker. Charlie kept suggesting the medication again, that’s all she ever wanted for you was the medication. She wanted you to be free like you wanted but you also needed to be safe.

Little did she know that Mary and John were going to call a psychiatric institution for teens and young adults.

A few days after you had been restrained and put in, after you had finally stopped fighting back and just sat there with tears staining your face, you were aloud visitors.

Sam and Dean visited you first. John tried to but every time he came in you attacked him and screamed, ‘you’re the reason I’m in here! Fuck you! Fuck you, John! You and your fucking wife! Get the fuck away from me!’

When Sam and Dean visited they explained that John and Mary wouldn’t tell them why you were in there. You were too embarrassed to tell them so you always avoided the question.

“Sweetheart, you know that we love you,” Dean said sadly.

You nodded your head with more tears streaming down your face. You were such a mess. You hair was unbrushed and frizzy, you had no makeup on and your skin had got really bad, your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. You always used to love getting yourself all dressed up for every day occasions and the boys seeing you like this and knowing that you had lost everything you loved to do was heartbreaking. “Please, don’t leave me here. Take me home.”

“We wish we could,” Sam replied with a soft voice.

“The meds they give me are bad. They hurt me!” You lied. All you wanted to do was leave. “They give me headaches and they stop me from sleeping. They’re going to kill me, please! You have to get me out of here!”

Even though they hated it, the nurses said that when you got like this it was best for Sam and Dean to say goodbye and that they love you. Then they would walk out. They weren’t aloud to do anything else or you would have started getting erratic.

Once they were gone, you didn’t expect them back for another week. They always came back on a Tuesday every week.

The next day when they told you that you had a visitor, you told them that your brothers wouldn’t be here on a Wednesday. It disrupted your routine and made you on edge. When you got to the visitors room, you saw who was really here to visit you. You took a seat on the chair opposite her in the little lounge where people could come in for visits.

“Charlie,” you snarled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned calmly.

She was shaking, here eyes red just like yours (she must have been crying too). “Y/N… When I told Mary and John-”

“What were you thinking?” You questioned in betrayal. Your voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. “You promised me.”

“I promised I wouldn’t tell Sam and Dean where you were. I didn’t promise that I wouldn’t tell Mary and John about the voices,” she replied. What she said was true, but she still shouldn’t have told them.

“I told you I didn’t want them to know, so why tell them? You knew I wanted to be free now you shove me in here?”

“I didn’t want you to be put in here. I just wanted you to take the meds again,” she stuttered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you, I never wanted you to be put in here.”

“Yeah, well, I was. Good work, Charlie. Next time maybe you should listen to me when I say that I trust you and I only wanted to tell you. Not that there will be a next time, I don’t know if I can even forgive you let alone trust you ever again,” you snapped. You shook your head as more tears fell from your eyes. “I’m so tired of crying. It’s all I can really do in here.”

“I can come back for more visits if you want,” she offered.

“I don’t want you to. I want you to just leave me alone, or get my brothers to get me out. But you won’t, because that means having to tell them what you did…”

* * *

“And with that, you left Serenity Grove. You cried. I don’t know why, at least you got to leave. You weren’t stuck in that place. And you were too scared to tell Sam and Dean that you were the reason why, that’s why you never told them to get me out. It ruined me, Charlie. It just added to the pain that was already slowly killing me…“

And there, tape 4 had ended. Dean found himself outside of a place he didn’t know he was going to drive to, but he ended up here. It’s where his subconscious took him, and it was a pretty good reason too.

He climbed out of his car, walked into the apartment building and knocked on the door where he was greeted by none other than Charlie. She was shocked to say the least. Her jaw practically dropped to the floor as she saw him standing in the door way. “Can I come in?” He asked as he barged his way in anyway.

“Dean, uh… Hi,” she replied with a shaky voice as she closed the door. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Still torn up over Y/N’s death,” he said with arms folded over his chest. “Just getting my way through the tapes.”

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. “Look, about Serenity Grove-”

“I’m not here for an explanation, I just want to make sure you understand why she was so upset. You betrayed her, Charlie. She trusted you and felt safe with you and you just went against her!”

“I know,” Charlie nodded vigorously. “And I can never take that back now, I am so sorry. I wish I could have fixed it.”

“You could have fixed it!” Dean shouted. Charlie flinched at the loudness of his voice. “Why didn’t you come to me and Sam about what you did? We wouldn’t have been mad, it’s the secrets that make me angry.”

Charlie took a moment to breathe. She hated herself for what she had done to you, the fact that Dean was angry just made it harder for her. “I’m so sorry. What I did, I’ll never forgive myself. I want to kill myself because of it.”

Dean’s face softened. Sure, Charlie lied and made mistakes, but not enough for her to feel like this. “I’ve already lost one sister to suicide, I can’t lose another.”

“I’m still family to you? Even after what I did?” Charlie sniffled.

“Yes. Y/N would have forgiven you too, if she were still here. But no more lies, Charlie,” he replied sternly. “I’m mad at you, but of course I still love you like a sister. You are still family no matter what.”

“I’m on the tapes,” she reminded him.

“So am I,” Dean replied quickly. Charlie didn’t know how to reply to it, so Dean continued. “I didn’t come here to shout at you. I mean, I wanted to get angry at you, and I’m glad that I did. But- I’m here for something else. I want you to forgive yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just own up to what you did! Stop ignoring mine and Sam’s calls. It’s over, we’ve all done bad things, but unless you hurt her like Crowley did, you need to forgive yourself.”

“Will you forgive yourself?” Charlie questioned. “When you find out what you did, do you think you’ll be able to handle it? Whether it’s unintentional or not, it’s hard to forgive yourself… But I promise I’m going to do it. I’ll stay alive, I won’t make the same mistake Y/N did.”

That’s exactly what it was. A mistake. Dean never knew what to call your death when people asked. Now he did. It wasn’t the answer, you should have talked to somebody but now it was too late.

After talking to Charlie and reassuring her that it’s okay to forgive herself, Dean headed back to the bunker with tape 4. When he arrived back, he put the tape and the tape player in his back pocket and went towards the door. When he got there, he realised that it was open. The lock had been shot at.

Someone had broken in. Who? Why? Most importantly, how?

Dean pulled his gun out of his other back pocket that didn’t have the tape in it. As he came in, the war room was full of men and women in hunting gear and guns pointed towards Mary, John and Sam. Dean ran down the stairs and into the war room where all the hunters held their guns towards him. Then, in the middle of them all stood a man that none of them liked. An evil, manipulative, monster of a man.

Silently. Just looking at Dean, he stepped forward with the box of tapes in his hands.

“I’ve already filled your family in but I’ll just give you a brief summary. These tapes can not be listened to by anyone higher up than me, no one at all that I work for. And they are clever, they could end up finding these.”

“What about these people?” Dean snapped with his gun pointing towards the monstrosity of a man in front of him.

“These people all work for me. But my bosses, however, people higher up, none of them can know that I am on here or what I did to your darling sister. So I must burn them before anything more happens with them.”

“You’re not going anywhere with those tapes,” Dean replied. “Hand them over, Ketch.”