24 // stiles stilinski

Summary: Y/N develops a strange fascination with Stiles’ lacrosse jersey

Requested: no, this has been in my drafts since lacrosse week & @mf-despair-queen finally convinced me to finish this so this one goes out to her

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut


The first time he saw the jersey he didn’t think much of it. To him, it was just an article of clothing that was two sizes too big and smelled heavily of off brand laundry detergent from the last person who wore it. When he had initially decided to tryout for the lacrosse team he didn’t expect to be spending as much time on the bench as he did. Surely he’d be allowed to play a couple of times, right?


His freshman year was spent keeping the cold metal bench warm. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop his friends from coming out and supporting him. Even when his dad couldn’t show up he knew he could count on Y/N to.

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Living as a Liminal Space

Is this the way things have always been?
The question is always nestled in the back of your mind, smile carefully in place as you nod along with someone’s conversation. You don’t know who they are - their face feels familiar, but the list of remembered names in your mind is very small.
You stare at their cracked lips, trying to commit their words to memory. You wonder if they had ever used chapstick, and just as that thought bubbled to the surface, time slipped sideways. You awake from your dream to find seconds have passed, countless words lost in the haze of existing and you look up at the person speaking.
“I’m sorry,” you say, with that careful smile painted delicately across your face, “Could you repeat that?”
They do, but the words slide like quicksilver in and out of your ears, darting just long enough to hear, but not long enough to understand. You blink, trying to remember, but that moment is gone as if it had never happened. They are already talking about something else, addressing you by name, but their own name remains lost.
Conversations flow like a river around you, snatches of meaning caught here and there, but holding onto conversations is like trying to dam a stream with a bucket. You learn to scoop down as quickly as you can, snatching just enough context to divine meaning.

Is this the way things have always been?
The light bulb needs to be changed.
There are two bulbs, one broken, one not. The room is dim, but not so dim that it is untreadable. You see the light bulb, and it registers as something that Needs To Be Done. You look down to the warm mug in your hands, and consider that to change the bulb, you need to have your hands free.
And the thought is gone, the significance of room dimness lost as your thoughts fizz like static to wrap around the mug’s heat. You find the mug the next day, left on the corner of your desk, drained of coffee. The room’s dimness is remembered, but you should take care of that mug first, right? It could mold.
By the time you place the mug in the sink, your thoughts are already occupied by dish soaps and lipid breakdowns, and the bulb lies forgotten, nestled dead against the ceiling. 

One morning, neither bulb turns on, and you navigate the kitchen by the light of your cell phone before work.
That night, you use your cell phone again, because you’ve forgotten where the bulbs are, and need to get gas to get to the store.
The next night and the night after that, you ate early enough in the day that light bulbs weren’t needed, so the deadness never registered as a problem.
At the end of the week, your hunger draws you to the kitchen late in the evening, but it’s too late in the day to go to the store - they won’t be open.
When the problem of the bulb is not in front of you - is not making an active nuisance of itself, it’s like it doesn’t even exist.  
Nothing in this world exists, when it’s not in front of you. 

Is this the way things have always been?
“You’re so good at traveling!” your coworker said, “Aren’t you homesick?”
Belatedly, you realize that you’ve been away from home for a week and a half. Each day seems like an individual lifetime. They flow back-to-back never quite related, for all their similarities.
Like picking up a new novel every morning, each set of problems is unique to that situation.
Like picking up a new novel every morning, the previous book’s worries shed like water. They’re not here anymore, so they don’t matter.
“Do your parents know you’re in California?”
No, you think to yourself, I haven’t talked to them in months.
It’s not any malice or dislike that stops you from calling, and that’s what frightens you, a little.
You’d be happy talking to them, but you just…. Forgot.
Like all things, when they aren’t in front of you:
They just don’t seem to exist. 

Is this the way things have always been? 

“You know I was only joking!”
I didn’t, you think to yourself, forcing a titter of agreeable laughter.
Every word, unless emphasized deeply with emotive gestures and tonal changes, seems genuine. Flat-faced delivery of falsehoods always rings true to your ears. It takes effort to remember to parse out people’s wording - their delivery - and compare it against their previously stated opinions and choices.
It takes effort to remember to analyze again and again and again and again, until every conversation is a minefield of potential missteps, drawing close a handful of responses that could be interpreted a hundred different ways. At least with those, you can play along.
“How come you’re being so quiet?”
It’s exhausting to dance the dance of smalltalk, when your feet just seem unable to develop that muscle memory. So every conversation becomes mechanical, automatic, words filtering through keyword searches and tonal registers to find the ‘correct’ response that is both situationally appropriate, not emotionally hurtful, and hopefully accurate enough not to elicit guilt.
Like all automations, It doesn’t always work.
Like all machines, it doesn’t feel real.
The people of the world seem like a thousand NPCs, all demanding answers from an endless multiple-choice list of dialogue options. Humans become something like obsticals, and conversations like challenges, fights waged with memorized expressions and rote responses. You become accustomed to spitting back wisdom from books and television shows written by actual people, in the hopes that their words can make your forced empathy seem real.
None of it feels real. 

Is this the way things have always been?
“Do you have a crush on anyone?”
Should I?
Sexual and Romantic relationships burn brightly, all-consuming while they last. Obsessive is a word fit for the hungry hoarding of dragons, and the vicious consuming of ghosts.
It is an accurate adjective for your heart.
While things are here they are all that exist.
While things are elsewhere they may as well have never existed at all.
It applies to tasks,
To objects,
To people,
To relationships.
To your own emotions. 

Existence itself remains a fleeting experience of not-quite-real spaces. Each moment feeling the most important thing you’ve ever done, yet once that moment passed it leaves only the briefest of marks on your heart or memory. Often the memory slides away completely, leaving nothing but the memories of others, and whatever few pictures were taken.
Your self exists eternally on the outskirts of other peoples lives, recollection of what you’re like always reminded by pictures and stories told by friends. That perfect, careful smile painted delicately across your face slips to neutrality when alone.
You simply consume the world, experience it, and let it go again.
An eternal catch-and-release, where there is no fish more important than the one caught in your gaze NOW.

 Is this the way things have always been? 


And will always be. 

Your mind is a Liminal Space, and the world around you can only briefly visit. 



Every day in August, a new TRANS 101 video will come out!!! I’ve been working on this non-stop for 3 months and I’m so glad it’s all come together and I was able to pull it off! Look out for a new video every morning in August. Each video talk about a different topic related to transition and trans people. These videos will be in a playlist that you will be able to give friends, families, partners, etc, to inform them about certain aspects of transition.

I tried to make this series very basic, but there are some topics that are a little more complicated. I know y'all are so excited for the next videos, but be patient ;) every day, a new one will be posted at 8am EST! Let me know what you think <3

Here is Episode 1!!!

This quote has been shared here many times before, but for the one that needed it today, this is for you. This is for the one feeling discouraged because she’s not getting the same kind of support she has shown to others. This is for the one who feels like her reputation is being affected by something she didn’t do. This is for the one who is tired of being overlooked and wondering when her opportunity will come.

Keep trusting The Lord. He is lifting you up even when others are letting you down. He is listening in when others have tuned you out. He is loving you when you don’t know how to love yourself. He is giving what you need when you feel like so many things keep you away.

It’s so important that you remember these things because constantly feeling discouraged can lead to darker places that you don’t want to go. If can cause you to become cynical or apathetic even though there is so much to live for. It can cause you to turn away from God and sin against Him even though He’s the very one paving the way for you.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. - Lamentations 3:22-23

Let His steadfast love be at the root of your support system. Let His mercies fill your heart before you get out of bed in the morning. Let His Spirit fill your mind with joyful, positive thoughts that are centered on Him and not what everyone else is or isn’t doing. Let Him sustain you. He is willing and wants to, because that’s how much He loves you!

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

In Case // Spencer Reid x Reader

It had been 3 months since you walked out the door and took his heart with you.

Spencer had dealt with heartbreak before but this seemed to hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced. It was something that left him feeling hollow, as if he was just a shell of the man he had been when you had loved him. He would wake in the middle of the night with his face covered in tears, his cries loud enough to worry his neighbors. His sobs shook him to his core and he was left gasping for air. It was as if you had taken even the air he breathed.

He didn’t blame you. You didn’t blame him either. Relationships were always difficult. Even couples with stable jobs felt the pressure that came along with being together. Relationships needed time, dedication, patience. You both had managed for a long time, but it just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to be irrevocably in love with each other. Those passion filled hours where the two of you would roll around in bed, the bed frame shaking and sheets soaked with the sweat of your bodies- they weren’t enough to fill the void that came from time spent alone when he was gone.

The beginning had been beautiful. It had been a rush, a feeling of ecstasy as you both fell head over heels for each other. Movie dates, book readings, art museums, nights in- your life had gained a new reason to wake every morning and you’d been gifted someone to say goodnight to every night. It was a love that brought smiles to even the youngest of children who could see just how much adoration there was between you.

He’d begun to take you for granted after a few years. Before he had always made sure to call, to send flowers when he’d miss special occasions just to make sure you didn’t feel so lonely. Years passed and his phone calls turned into texts which turned into one worded replies and after a while you’d be lucky to even get a goodnight message. But his job was rough and he’d be exhausted when the night came so you tried your best to think nothing of it. You both knew the other loved you.

That was his most fatal mistake. Words were just words unless acted upon. He knew he loved you. He knew you loved him. You never once stopped saying so. He tried his best to show he cared but in the end it wasn’t enough. He was a fool to think he could simply come home and wrap his arms around you and expect you to be okay. Love was more than good looks and sex. It was more than sleeping beside each other for a few days a week. Love was a garden, something beautiful that bloomed in great colors when it was nurtured and he had stopped tending to it, so his surprise when it had died out was unjustified. He knew this and it ate away at him every night.

For weeks he would pick up his phone and dial your number only to hang up as soon as the line rang. He was being selfish. He wanted you back more than anything, but he knew he would never give up his job. He knew you would never ask him to do that either. You loved him, that much he knew. He had seen it in your eyes when you had told him you had to go. He had seen the tears fighting to stay back as you fought to remain strong. You loved him so much you had let him go.

Spencer wanted you to be happy but the thought of you with someone else tore his soul apart. He’d often sit alone for hours and run scenarios through his head. He thought about what he would have done differently- he would have called you that one night he knew you were feeling ill, would have told Hotch he couldn’t leave when your mother had been in the hospital, would’ve sent you something better when he missed Valentine’s Day. These were all useless thoughts of course. It was too late for any of that. Funny how you only think of ways to fix things once they’re unable to be mended.

He found himself in the bottom of a bottle one night. He had picked it up on his way home from work and had drank the evening away. It was unusual behavior for someone who only ever drank on special occasions and never had more than one shot of whatever liquor was being served. But he had fallen into a drunken mess as he held a photograph of you in his hands which was soon replaced with his phone.

He got your voicemail, and instead of hanging up he began to talk. He left an incoherent string of sobs and ‘I love you’s’ as he begged you to come back. He would change. He would work less, he would be there for you. He wanted to marry you, he wanted to be he father of your children. You would buy a house in the suburbs where the kids would play in the yard. He would love you like never before. He still loved you now.

The message had taken you by surprise the next morning. Spencer was never much of a drinker and the drunken slur in his words immediately worried you. You couldn’t help the tears that spilled onto your face as you heard his begging, the pain in his voice strongly mirroring your own. Every day you had fought the urge to call him, to tell him you loved him and wanted to come back. You had convinced yourself that Spencer needed to find someone who his affections came for easily. Someone who wouldn’t have to worry about whether he’d call you that night because they knew he would. You replayed the message as your head spun, your emotions washing away your reasoning.

Spencer cringed when he awoke the next morning and looked at his phone. Twelve times. He had called your phone twelve times. He cursed at himself when he realized the last call had lasted a full five minutes which could only mean you either picked up or he had left a message. He figured it didn’t matter which one it had been, his drunken state would have only reinforced your idea that you were better off without him.

Spencer sat in his bed for hours. He looked around with his back against the wall, and mentally picked out the things you had left behind.

There was a small photo book lodged beneath a growing pile of his own books that had been abandoned. A bottle of perfume that was nearly finished still sat on his dresser. Two jackets that had been in the dirty laundry when you had left now hung clean in his closet. These were all things he had kept in case you ever decided to come home.

It had been 3 months since he lost a piece of himself.

He was so lost in thought that he had almost missed the fact his phone had lit up, a picture of your smiling face staring at him. He sat frozen for a moment before he scrambled to grab it, his hands shaking as he hit the answer button.

“I love you. Please come home,” he spoke before you could say anything. His entire body shook as he waited for your response, the gentle sound of your breathing enough to unsettle him. He held his own breath as he awaited your reply, silently begging that you wouldn’t simply hang up. Finally you spoke and he felt his entire being melt at the sound of your voice.


It had been 3 months since he’d smiled, but that simple word was enough to bring him tears of joy.

fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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Before I met this one person, I never knew that I was leading a shit life; and that’s a cold hard fact. Going by the nickname, prasati, which gives you an idea about my weirdo best friend, this person is my fellow conqueror, my life coach, a homie and a bunch of other things all rolled into one. She’s always eager to talk about everything ranging from fangirling over charlie puth, talking about how big vani’s (my other homie) booty is, to success, conquering life and leaving a mark in this world.

In these interviews, i’ll cover questions that do not relate to my friend’s booty (well, i can if you want tho, #noshame) but will and should motivate you to get out of your comfort zones, live a better life and becoming a conqueror.

In interview one, i’m covering random questions about success and my froind prasati gives you the answers to them. Keep reading, ish is about to get real here!

Q1) what is your mantra for living life?

my mantra is simple. “Be fearless in the pursuit of that which sets your soul on fire”. That’s my approach towards life. This mantra applies to everything in my life. No matter what happens, and where my life is headed to, whether I’m in a problem or dying because bunnies are after me, I repeat this one sentence and it helps bring me back to reality and remind me that life has a greater meaning. I have things to say, to do, and to become. I can’t let my weaknesses conquer over me. So, I get right back up and become fearless in following my passions.

cheat code: find a mantra that has an actual value to you. Find a mantra that makes you a stronger and better person. A mantra that acts as a reminder that there is more to the world, more than moaning about how much your life sucks and throwing pity-parties.

Q2) what do you think most people in this world lack which keeps them away from success?

it’s not one thing. it’s actually 3 things. first and foremost, time. People don’t realize the value of their time at all. We take our good health for granted until we fall sick. In the same way, we take our time for granted until it actually runs out, on a more serious note. Successful people really know the value of each and every moment. They use it to the very best. Once you realize the value of your life, you realize the value of your time and once you do that, suddenly you see the world from a new beginning.

Secondly, doubt. Doubt has created more mountains than anything else. People deny that they doubt themselves and say that they are confident, but in reality, 90% of everyone is doubtful they will ever be able to do anything. Stop doubting your dreams, and go for them now because as I said before, your time is running out and this is the moment to do it if you ever will.

Third is laziness. or procrastination, take it the way you like. successful people work harder than anyone else and they are ready to give their 100% for their work. More important than talent is hard work. It always ALWAYS pays back. Nothing worth having comes easily, but that’s the point. It’s worthy of having.

cheat code: take these 3 things away -

  • understand the value of time and stop wasting it
  • break the walls of fear and doubt 
  • stop procrastinating. you are running out of time, do your ish now.

- and trust me; NO ONE can stop you from becoming successful.

Q3) as a person who procrastinates, but still believes in herself and has finally understood the value of time, what advice would you give?

So you don’t have doubts, that’s crossed with. You know the value of your time so that’s crossed off too. Laziness is the one that’s left. I’ll say this a 100 times, but there is no one way or trick to stop procrastinating and stop being lazy. That’s just it. You can watch all the tutorials you want, but it won’t help. The only thing that will get you moving is your WILLINGNESS to achieve those goals. It’s a mental battle. You have to remind yourself every single morning, after every workout, even when your bones are tired and you’re out of breath, that you’ve got to do this. Why? Because you want it. You have to WANT that dream badly enough that your body can’t refuse it. I know, it doesn’t sound helpful but as someone who has crossed that barrier of laziness, or at least is trying to, THIS is the secret. You just have to THROW yourself into it. You can’t sit and wait and make plans, saying that I’ll start tomorrow. IF YOU WANT THAT DREAM, If you want it as badly as you want to BREATHE, you’ll go out and get it.

cheat code: if you want to live your dream life, you won’t waste any more time and you’ll start NOW. stay persistent and commit.

Q4) how do you personally define success?

To me, success don’t mean material things like money, luxury, or fame, those are just ‘signs of success’, so to say. When I say that I want to be successful it means achieving a goal I set for myself and worked my ass off for. It means becoming a better person that I was before. Success can’t be defined in any one way in the same way that love can’t. It can be felt, described, but it’s just such a meaningful concept, it can’t be limited to a simple definition. Success can mean so many different things to an individual. But to me, the best way to capture success is by saying that it’s when you turn your dreams into a reality, and then turn that reality into something that seems like a fantasy, unreal, but a proof of everything you have lived for. Success is about loving life, daring to live it to the best, it’s about making a difference in someone’s life, inspiring, commitment, self-discipline, it’s about SO MUCH.

cheat code: at the end of the day, success simply marks the end of a beautiful journey, and the start of yet another one. It’s not the final destination, it’s a sign, and an encouragement, to continue on the road and not stop, because whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right.

Q5) what do you want your life to look like after you have achieved success?

Success is a long way to come. I’m a strong believer that the journey is way more important than the destination, so I don’t bother thinking about the day I do become successful, I only focus on the experience, the grind, and the life I’m here to live. But when you become successful, don’t forget the person you were before the world told you who you were. What that means is that don’t lose yourself in arrogance or be someone you’re not because that’s what your career’s success depends on. I believe that you should be original and the best version of yourself that you can possibly be too. Those who are meant to find and love you, will.

The person that I want to be when I successful doesn’t have any limits to it. I don’t tell myself that I want to look like this or that, my vision is that I just want to keep getting better and better at who and what I am. The day I leave this world, I want to become the person I always wanted to become. In a nutshell - I want to be my absolute best. 100%. Whatever I could have said and done, I did it and said it. But, if you want specific stuff, I want to be in the best shape. I want to fall in love with myself before I do with anyone else. I want to be so confident that no one can dare try breaking that confidence. I want to be unstoppable, invincible, believe in my dreams and chase them like hell. I want to hustle every single day, be hard-working, I want to have a persona and character that I feel comfortable with, I want to spread self-love, positivity, and motivation. So, to say, who do I want to be? A lot of things. But in simple words, the BEST version of myself.

cheat code: aim to be the best you could have been. And mind you, that best should not have limits either. Find a new best every day, a new goal every morning, find ways to become better and better because you couldn’t possibly be perfect. But become as close to perfect as you know you can, because why not? Aim for excellence, not just success.

and that’s a warp for this interview! i had to cut down lots bc my friend has this super amazing habit to keep on rambling for ages and ages (she is a total grandma, lmao). i hope you are getting something out of these, bc remember you have one life and once chance to become better. and it’s totally up to you. after reading this, you can change for the better or you can wash away these words outta your mind and remain the person you were. it’s your choice.

yeah, to the end card it is! if you have any questions/suggestions regarding anything I said up there (or maybe you just wanna talk about food), feel free to send in a message! my other masterposts are here and to request a masterpost, leave your question in my ask box!

I hope you all are well, stay safe and conquer life, you amaze conqueror :“)

Possible legends of tomorrow season 3 antagonists

  • the concept of time itself
  • the 3 t rexes currently attacking los angeles
  • poochie, the kung fu rapping hippie from the gangsta city
  • dark and edgy Krypto the Superdog reboot
  • guy gardener
  • the team themselves
  • bees?
  • Ganondorf
  • Griffin mcelroy
  • Xehanort
  • Me, with a megaphone, outside phil klemmer’s office
  • Cisco, who is tired of waking up in a new timeline every fucking morning and just wants peace and quiet
  • Gumby
  • The Smooze
  • Team rocket
  • Sasuke uchiha

Sin is real and powerful and its consequences are serious. Reality is that we are all incapable of dealing with this force by ourselves. We sin, we fail, we fall, and our soul and heart become heavy with the feeling of guilt and shame. Now, how can we fix this? Is there hope for a sinner like me? The answer to all of this is short; JESUS.

The Word of God tells us that every one of us have sinned and fall short of the Glory of the Lord (Rom 3:23) and that if we say in our heart that we have not sinned, we are deceiving ourselves (1 John 1:8). Truth is that, we are not perfect in our humanity, but, there is hope for those who hate sin and do not fall on it with premeditation! Our hope is the righteousness of Jesus Christ!

He has promised us that if we come to Him and confess all our sins and repent with an honest heart, He will forgive us! (1 John 1:9) He will not despise a contrite heart! Jesus promised to guide His sheep, and to show them the way, because He is the way. It is true that sometimes we stray away from the Shepherd, deceived by the enemy that our guilt can surpass the mercies of the Lord, and we become afraid. But this is not true! The Lord’s mercies never end, they are new every morning, great is His faithfulness. All we need to do is confess, come to Him no matter what we have done, what we said, how we feel, and pour out your spirit to Him, with or without words, He understands. He just wants you home where you belong, forgiven and restored.

We can find peace and restoration only in one place; at the feet of Jesus. His blood is powerful enough to cleanse all our guilt, shame, and make us a new creation in Him, for His glory. His love is inmensurable, and His grace covers us when we ask Him to have mercy on us and guide us to the way everlasting.

Lord I thank You for your mercy and your undeserved gift of grace in my life. Lord I recognize that I am a sinner, and there is nothing I could ever do without You. I ask You for your forgiveness for all my sins, even those who I think are too big for You to forgive, because I know that Your blood on the Cross has power to make me a new creation. Lord You are my hope and my light, guide me and show me how to live a life that is pleasing to You. In Jesus name I pray, Amen.

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Loving someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfections, but rather for its imperpections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.
—  Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

Victor sleeps on the left side of the bed. It’s closer to the window, and Yuuri finds this fascinating because of how the sun hits Victor’s cheek through the thin cracks of light left in the curtains. It paints patterns on his face and the bare shoulder he always slips outside the sheets, no matter how cold it is outside. Yuuri always traces these patterns to wake up: he pretends that his fingertips are climbing the twisting shadows up Victor’s arms, hiding from the day in the curve of Victor’s shoulders and the hollow of Victor’s neck. Victor always wakes up around here. Yuuri knows because of how he sighs and shifts, and how he kisses Yuuri’s fingers beneath his lips.

Yuuri wonders how in the summer the shadows left by leaves on the tree just outside their window will dance across Victor’s shoulder blades. All that they are now are whispers. He wonders if, just like the sun, the shadows will fight just as hard to drape across Victor’s sleep-heavy body and tuck him close. This is why Yuuri always slips an arm over Victor’s waist and kisses his jaw first, placing his own shadows there before even the sun can claim him. 

Victor hums and sighs. He forgets to mention that he’s almost always awake when Yuuri first blinks and stirs. He’s content the way things are – how his first sight every morning is Yuuri’s eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he dreams, or how Victor waits for the sun to dance its way into the room to drop its gentle halo around Yuuri while he sleeps. Heaven, Victor sometimes thinks, is where they must be. It’s the only explanation for the happiness that he feels.

Always, inevitably, the sun finds a way through the curtains and forces them from the safety of each others’ arms. But they’ll return, and this alone is comfort enough. Yuuri will trace a rhythm along Victor’s limbs, and Victor’s lips will find their place on Yuuri’s skin. Each word and feeling is written in touches; they can write new messages every morning, and the letters never fade.

Reasons Cuphead is now Officially Banned at Wayne Manor
  • Reason the First: Duke now syncs up boss fight music every time they're about to fight an Arkham escapee. It's actually distracted quite a few villains long enough to take them down, but STILL.
  • Reason the Second: Between Pennywise and Beppi the Clown, Cass has now panic-assaulted six different members of the Gotham Circus. Dick has had to write so many apologies...
  • Reason the Third: Jason has convinced three different Teen Titans to bargain away their souls to him. Sure, he can't actually take their souls, but they don't necessarily know that and Bruce is sick of angry phone calls from their mentors
  • Reason the Fourth: Tim has now gone ninety-six straight hours without putting down the controller or eating/drinking anything but coffee. That's seven hours past his previous record and Bruce figures even he has a limit.
  • Reason the Fourth: Dick won't stop crying every time he sees the Dr. Kahl boss fight. "He just wants to save his son, Bruce!"
  • Reason the Fifth: Steph broke her personal rank record on the Phantom Express - followed by two bones in her foot doing a victory flip. Bruce didn't even say anything when she explained the injury, just took a long, slow swig from his coffee. Her comment of "At least I have more time to play for a few weeks!" didn't help.
  • Reason the Sixth: Damian averages one broken flat-screen per day while playing. Bruce has just arranged to have a new one delivered every morning. The electronics store asked him if he wants to upgrade to two a day. He responded that he hasn't lost that much control of his household. Yet.
  • Reason the Seventh: Selina and Harley convinced Ivy to create The Root Pack and Cagney Carnation and let them loose on Gotham.
  • "Damnit, Selina, you're their Stepmother. You're supposed to be a good example!"
  • "I never agreed to this."
  • "...I know."
  • Reason the Eighth: Bruce still can't get past the King Dice boss fight. Clearly this stupid game is defective.
I keep getting drunk
So that I can forget
How your mouth felt on mine
The warmth of your hand
And the beating of your heart
I keep making bad decisions
Hoping one will take your place
To erase your scent
To hear a new voice
And experience a new sensation
But every morning when I wake
I am filled with pain
That you’re not here
And the only thing on my mind
Is regret

remember when, like, we woke up to new posts from tyler and josh? remember when there were concerts almost every night, and we got new pictures every morning after? when we could look up videos of concerts that happened that day? and we knew the general place they were? and we’d all be talking about every concert the next day on social media? and there were award shows to look forward to? that was a weird time lol. i can’t imagining it ever being like that again.

Verses for when you doubt God’s love:

1 John 4:10 (NKJV)
In this is love, not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.  

Sometimes we fall under the very wrong assumption that God values one person more than He does another, or that His love for us is conditional based on how “good” of a Christian we are. Maybe that’s due to experiences we’ve had with the people around us, or just simply placing too much emphasize on our actions as opposed to God’s character.
I’ll let you in on a little secret though; you can’t earn God’s love. Even if you were to intentionally do everything in your power to grieve Him, He’s still going to love you. He’s not an imperfect earthly parent, who may shower you with love one day and then voice how much of a disappointment you are to them the next.
God omniscient, so nothing you’ve ever done or said has been a surprise to Him but despite all of it, He still chose to create you. He still said, “I want her, I want him. They are going to stumble but I still want to be there to pick them back up again.”

God loved you at your worst:
Romans 5:8
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

Ephesians 2:4-5
But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved),

1 Timothy 1:15
This is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am chief.

Colossians 1:21-22
And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works, yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight—

Nothing can separate you from His love:
Romans 8:38-39
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Jeremiah 31:3
The Lord has appeared of old to me, saying: “Yes, I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you.

John 3:16-17
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.  For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved.

Isaiah 54:10
“For the mountains shall depart and the hills be removed, but My kindness shall not depart from you, nor shall My covenant of peace be removed,” Says the Lord, who has mercy on you.

John 6:37
All that the Father gives Me will come to Me, and the one who comes to Me I will by no means cast out.

He values you:
Zephaniah 3:17
The Lord your God in your midst,
The Mighty One, will save;
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”

Matthew 10:29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of  them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Isaiah 49:15-16
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you. See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; your walls are continually before Me.

Psalm 139:13-16
For You formed my inward parts; you covered me in my mother’s womb.  I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed and in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.

Who He is:

1 John 4:8
He who does not love does not know God, for God is love.

Malachi 3:6
“For I am the Lord, I do not change; Therefore you are not consumed, O sons of Jacob.”
(God doesn’t change. Therefore His love doesn’t change either)

1 John 4:16
And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God in him.

Deuteronomy 7:9
Know therefore that the Lord your God is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and steadfast love with those who love Him and keep His commandments, to a thousand generations.

Psalm 86:15
But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God,
slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23
Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not.They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

Titus 3:4-5
But when the kindness and the love of God our Savior toward man appeared, not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit,

Steve/Tony Fic Recs: Time Loop Fics

For my dear @trickyarchangel, who wanted groundhog-type fics, hope you like the list :DD

Remember to leave kudos and comments to your hardworking authors!

Re-Take by inukagome15 (@inukagome15): This shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Everything was wrong, and all he wanted was to make it right. Because that was what they did.If Steve just had a second chance, he could fix everything.

A New Dream Every Morning by Muccamukk (@muccamukk): Every day Tony woke up in his little cell, and every day Steve came to visit. Tony was never prepared for what happened next.

Conditional loop by laireshi (@laireshi): There are some sacrifices Steve isn’t willing to make, but with the Time Gem, he doesn’t have to.

Make it right by laireshi (@laireshi): It was just a dream, Tony thinks, and ignores the gut feeling telling him otherwise. He really must have fallen asleep, and it was all just a dream, he didn’t betray Steve like that …(Hickmanvengers fix-it)

Again and Again by Bragi151: Steve Rogers finds himself stuck in the same day, reliving the same period of time again and again. Each time, he promises himself it will be the last time Tony Stark dies in his arms.

ceaselessly into the past by shepherd: Edge of Tomorrow/Live.Die.Repeat AU, following the movie. 

After earth is invaded by the Chitauri, Tony Stark is forcefully drafted into the military for a suicide mission. It ends up with him being inexplicably caught in a time loop that always seems to end with him dying horrifically. And, of course, the day was a Thursday- he had never gotten the hang of Thursdays. 

Circulaire by gonetoarcadia: The world ends on a Wednesday. An anonymous invading force interested in nothing but destruction wipes out most of the world’s major urban centres within an hour. In the aftermath, with the few heroes left alive bitterly divided between moving forward or looking for a way back, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers set out to find out what happened, and make sure that it never does.

10, 9, 8, car by pollyrepeat: Clint was pretty sure he’d seen this movie. Like a lot of things since he’d joined the Avengers, it had been a lot funnier when it wasn’t his life. (main pairing Clint/Coulson). 

If anyone wants a themed rec list, hit me up in my inbox! Previous rec lists are here.


aka mr. I-wear-a-hoodie-under-my-labcoat-and-a-collared-shirt-under-my-hoodie is not allowed to step out of the house until Manon or one of the two others gives him a new look (every morning)

id be lying my ass off if i said i did not enjoy poking fun at alan’s fashion sense but i do so with much affection.

it’s difficult to come up with something that could be considered universally ugly. but i think i came pretty close with that second outfit.