not you i don't even know you

I know this probably goes without saying but Alec and Magnus as individuals are so fascinating and complex. Each with such well-rounded, real struggles and stories. They are both so strong in different ways and vulnerable in others. It would take me far too long to name all of their unique qualities that make them the amazing, fleshed out characters that they are, mostly in part thanks to the insightful performances of Matt and Harry. But the depth that they have seriously blows me away. Alone, they are some of the most interesting, flawed, intriguing characters I’ve ever seen. And the fact that they are in love with each other and compliment each other and help fill in each other’s missing pieces in this sweet, chaotic, inexplicable RIGHT-ness is so incredible and we are so lucky to have these characters in our lives.

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Captain Swan: 26

Um… this got away from me. Okay. Sorry. Happy belated Valentine’s Day, nonny.

(also anxiety inducing because a) i haven’t written fic in almost two years, and b) i’ve never written captain swan before, but i hope you liked it! this is way longer than a drabble… oops?)


“I got you a present.”

Emma turns to him, the floorboards of the Jolly creaking gently under her weight, brow quirked. “Present? I thought we agreed on no presents.” She raises his flask and takes a sip of rum, feeling the dark liquor burn smoothly down her throat.

“Aye, we did, love,” Killian nods, a small smirk appearing on his features. “But I promise this is only a small gesture. A token of my appreciation, I suppose. It isn’t even related to the holiday.”

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A love story

An heir to the throne had made a deal with their father. They would marry any suitor who could manage to impress them, and they don’t impress easily.

Soon after word gets out a man shoes up to the castle, a sword on his hip and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He knelt in front of the heir and bowed his head.

“In exchange for your hand in marriage you will be given land to expand your kingdom.” He spoke, lifting his head so he could meet eyes with the royal. “Does that impress you?”

They shake their head, folding their hands onto their lap. “What good is land to me when I’m perfectly content with what I have now? I’m not impressed with your offer, you may go.” They reply before waving the man away.

Two days pass and another suitor arrives. This one wears a robe and smells of herbs. He also kneels before he dares to speak, like the man before him. “I can teach you the art of magic and how to speak to spirits. Does that impress you?”

They shake their head. “Why would I need your skills when we already have a court wizard? I’m not impressed.” They say, dismissing the wizard.

Weeks pass and not one suitor has manage to impress the heir to the throne and the father is giving up hope.

A woman walks into the throne room and kneels, like the many men before her. Yet, unlike the men before her she has the heir’s attention.

The woman looks up and without a word reaches into her jacket, pulling an object out of her pocket. She grins toothily, a grin that made the heir’s stomach flip flop, and held out her hand. Slowly she uncurled her fingers to show a small round object that laid on her palm. It glowed warmly, a familiar glow that the heir couldn’t quite place their finger on.

“I bring you your heart. Are you impressed?” The woman asks, knowing already that she had.

“Yes.”

anonymous asked:

You amazing beautiful sweet human, what would we do without you? Shola, you deserve all the love. The world had better be good to you because you make it a better place. You are worthy of so much love. You are so incredibly amazing and wonderful. Just by you existing a little more light is put out into the world. You're such a great person, you really are.

On Thursday after Supernatural ended, I wrote a Destiel coda and posted it, expecting maybe ten people to see it.

The next morning, I woke up and it had 76 notes, and that number has since grown to 197 (so close to 200!). Thank you all so much. (For anyone who wants to see it click here)

So, I have been encouraged to write another, and here it is.


The Moon and Back

Destiel, 482 words

Dean walks slowly into the kitchen after waking up. With only four hours of sleep to go on, he stumbles to the coffee machine and thanks Chuck that Sam likes to get up early and make coffee. He squints as he fills up his mug, and then heads to the library to drink his coffee.

Dean sits at the table, and with eyes that can now fully function, he looks around and notices a red heart-shaped box on the table. Stuck to the box is a yellow post-it note with Dean’s name written on it in careful handwriting.

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Sharing this so people know that after I blocked this person, they insist in bothering @luluvonv because she publicly supported me and replied to their bullshit.

You want some food for thought? Here’s some food for thought. Let’s see if you dare to read all that because it replies to your crap point by point. Not that I care actually if you read it or not, but I find funny you insist in telling us something we know better than you - and here’s the proof. 

I told you, you’re wasting your time here. You really need to find something better to do than harassing me, my sister and my friends and followers just because we don’t like what you like.

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Whose bad end is this again?

aka thoughts that keep me up at 2am if we had his ROUTE

Masterpost of Cryptic Shit from The Adventure Zone

Because damn Griffin’s given us a lot of mysteries to work with. (Excerpts from the show under the cut.)

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ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Iwa Sketchpage! Pick/Tag your fav. Mine’s bottom left corner for some reason.