the noose

Recall the deeds as if they’re all
someone else’s atrocious stories.
Now, you stand reborn before us all—
so glad to see you well, but—

Once Dean gets the car fixed up again they take off, Bobby waving but seeming glad enough to see them go. Sam’s still not entirely sure how it went down between Bobby and—what even to call it. Himself? His other half? He knows what Dean would say, but Dean’s got a very particular point of view on the whole thing. Sam knows the bare facts, some of the highlights (also known as some of his lowest points—and he raised the devil, he knows from low points), but the details remain a mystery.

“How’s that motel outside Peoria sound? The one with the clown motif?” Dean says, clearly trying to tamp down a grin.

“You’re a terrible person,” Sam says, slouching back in his seat, and Dean’s smile blooms wide, unshadowed. He checks the rearview and changes lanes, doesn’t look over at Sam, but that’s all right. Sam’s doing more than his share of watching Dean. He doesn’t think Dean minds.

Dean doesn’t want him thinking about it. He gets why, though he’s not going to give in. When Dean came back from hell—Sam wishes, more than anything, that Dean couldn’t remember a thing. Even now, there are shadows behind Dean’s eyes when he wakes up, some mornings. Some things that won’t ever go away. He knows that not being able to remember his own stretch downstairs is a blessing—but that’s not all he’s been made to forget, and there’s a difference.

They do stop outside Peoria, at an utterly unbranded forgettable family-run place, with clean beds and not a clown to be seen. Sam trawls the internet for news of the weird while Dean goes out and grabs them dinner, and then they eat surprisingly decent tacos on their separate queen beds, watching VH1 reruns of I Love the ‘70s, arguing over the top of it about whether Bo Derek was hotter in 10 or Tarzan, and Dean's—happy. “You’re like a child,” he says, when Sam says he never thought Linda Carter was hot, either, “who wanders into a—an argument over great asses, and wants to know—”

Sam chucks a balled-up taco wrapper at his face, and Dean shuts up, grinning at the TV.

He wakes up breathing hard, panic surging tight in his chest. The room’s dark. “What—” Dean’s saying from the other bed, sleep-drunk, mumbling, “Sammy, you—what, you okay?”

He can’t answer. He breathes open-mouthed against the pillow, bitter-bile at the back of his tongue when he forces himself to swallow. There’s a creak of springs from the other mattress as Dean moves and Sam passes a hand over his face, holds onto the weird flicker of memory, already slipping away. Fucking some anonymous blonde girl, hard, her hips so little and flinching under his hands—and he’d killed something, or someone? He was burning off energy. His stomach roils, now, and he sits up, shoving the blanket down to his hips and breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth. The room’s still dark, though now that his eyes are open he can see the motel sign’s neon striping through the blinds, little blinking shutters of dim blue that cut through the dark. Dean staggers up out of his bed and crosses the step between them, sinks down to sit on the edge of Sam’s, and Sam can’t see his face, it’s too dark for that, but he can see the outline of him, his weight sunk onto one arm, his bare pale thigh hitched up onto the mattress.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask, and after a few seconds Sam says, “Did I hurt you,” not whispering but not loud, either. Dean sucks in a breath, but before he can respond Sam says, “Not—not the vampire thing. I know that. I mean—“

“I know what you mean,” Dean says, and he sounds a lot more awake. “The answer’s no, Sam. No.”

Sam’s glad, for once, that he can’t see his face. He thinks that’s the truth, or maybe it’s more right to say that it’s what Dean thinks is the truth. He can usually tell when Dean’s hiding something. It’s not making him feel better, though. He closes his eyes, settles into the darker dark behind them, scrapes a hand through his hair.

Seems like everything he finds out, about that empty year, is just another shovelful of dirt, a pit dug deeper. Dean doesn’t want him looking back, doesn’t want him thinking about it, even, but. On their way to the thing with the dragons in Portland, Dean pulled him close by a gas station’s bathroom and kissed him, desperate and sweet, grasping hands in his hair, and Sam had fallen into it gladly, though it felt like just a day or two since the last time, for him. And then, after, Sam found out what he’d been. They haven’t touched, not really. Not since then.

“Sammy,” Dean says, sounding helpless, “please tell me you’re not pickin’ at the damn thing.”

“Not on purpose,” Sam says. He reaches out a hand toward where he knows Dean is and meets warm cotton t-shirt, and lets his hand slide until he’s got the back of Dean’s neck under his hand, buzz-soft hair under his fingers. Dean’s still, under him, but after a moment a hand comes up to wrap lightly around Sam’s forearm, just holding. Just his skin can be enough. Sam feels drunk on the possession of it, sometimes. All through that last case, that vengeful spirit with the awful mannequins, Dean ignored call after call and Sam knew, he knew, but he didn’t say anything. He can’t feel bad about that, though he wishes that he did. He’s not sure that counts for anything.

“I’m sorry,” he says, after a minute. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever say it enough.

“You got nothing to be sorry for,” Dean says, and he sounds like he means it. Of course he does.

Sam tries to say—he tries, but his breath’s coming shaky, all of a sudden, and out of nowhere everything’s pulled tight and hot behind his eyes, his chest locked up. “Dean—” he manages, but there’s a shiver right through it, and Dean comes closer finally, finally he crawls up awkward onto the bed and shuffles in, and it’s still pitch-dark but it doesn’t matter because Sam can smell him, the sleepy warmth and whiskey of him, can press his face in against his soft cotton-covered chest. He gets his hands at the back of Dean’s thighs and tugs, and Dean lets out a startled grunt but doesn’t fight and then Sam’s got a lapful of brother, hugged in close, heavy and solid and real. Dean’s hands land on his shoulders, one slipping up into the hair at the back of his head, fingers carding through, and—this is unfamiliar, finally, but it feels so good Sam doesn’t want it to stop. He leans his forehead against Dean’s collarbone and breathes.

“Why didn’t you take Lisa’s call,” he says. Maybe it’s cruel, but he needs to hear it.

Dean’s fingers go still, in his hair. The silences stretches long enough that he doesn’t think he’s going to get an answer. “You’re such a chick,” Dean says, finally. Not as jokey as it could be. Sam feels him take a deep breath. “It was never—”

He cuts off. His fingers twine in Sam’s hair, and Sam pulls back, opens his eyes, and in the so-dim flashing light he can nearly see Dean’s face. Dean’s watching him. It’s no kind of answer—except, yeah. Sam knows. That cracked-open absence in the chest is impossible to fill. “Here now,” he offers, trying to smile, and Dean puts a palm to the side of his face, tucks his hair behind his ear, holds him in place and looks at him. Sometime soon, Sam’s going to put him on his back in the sunlight, is going to look his fill. He’s going to make a promise, with his whole body, do what he can to make up for—whatever he’s sure he did. For now, he lets Dean look at him, absently petting the low muscles of his back.

“Yeah,” Dean says, finally, long after Sam forgot what he said. There’s a queer note tucked into Dean’s voice. He leans in close and rests his temple against Sam’s, an arm slinging around Sam’s shoulders, not quite a hug. “Yeah, you are.”

(read on AO3)

so I suppose that this scene still takes place in/near Berlin

next scene, they just arrived at Leipzig airport

which means these three huge guys sat the entire way from Berlin to Leipzig in this tiny car

y’all know it’s actually a two hours trip from Berlin to Leipzig, right? (if you’re driving fast) (but this is Germany so you can go however fast you want) (on the other hand, how fast will that car go?…)

so, @marvel, where is the two hours real time footage of Steve, Bucky and Sam in that small ass car on the road? hand it over

I’m not sure how to answer this in another way so I’m just going to do it like this.

@creativetomboylovesbooks​ : I’m not entirely sure you understand what biphobia IS so let me explain the difference between being threatened (as you say)/unsure of oneself and being biphobic:

When you’re unsure/threatened you might say/do things like:

  • Constantly compare yourself with your significant other’s ex, maybe talk to them about it and ask them things like: “Why are you with me, you can have anyone you want?”

  • Look at your partner talking to someone who’s objectively good looking and think that they would look much better with them than with you, and you don’t really understand what in the world this wonderful and gorgeous human(or warlock) being is doing with you.

  • You might meet their ex and get rightfully pissed off if he/she keeps touching/flirting with your man/girl

  • Talk to them about being afraid to measure up to the experiences they’ve had before you and about being able to be good enough for them.

Now, that’s all things that might tear at a relationship, but it’s not being biphobic at all. However, if you’re doing just one of the following things, you’re biphobic and need to stop right the hell now:

  • Whenever your partner talks about old friends/people they met before you two were together, you ask: “Did you sleep with him/her too?” - Alec does this ALOT when Magnus talks about his past and the worst part of that is that Magnus stays with him and doesn’t even tell him off for being a gigantic asshole.

  • Tell your family/friends that before you, your partner slept with anything and anyone (aka slut-shaming, which a lot of bisexual people - including myself - is met with more often than we’d like to admit. As if “I like both men and women” automatically means: “I sleep with anything that moves and will let me have sex with them”???) - Alec tells his siblings basically these exact words.

  • Tell your partner that they “have to pick a side”, “are just confused”, “are half straight and half gay”, “they’re only properly bisexual/part of the LGBT+-community if they date someone of the same sex, otherwise they’re straight” - I can’t actually say for sure that Alec does this, but it’s a pretty common thing for biphobia so I thought I’d add it in here.

I could go on and on about this, and about the fact that just because you’re a part of the community (like Alec) doesn’t mean that you can’t still be narrow-minded and biphobic. But in short: Alec is very biphobic in the books, but not in the show (Yay!) and the reason I wrote the original post was because I really don’t want to read fics with a biphobic!Alec and for me to be able to avoid said fics, writers need to tag properly which fandom they’re writing for. If you’re writing for the show, tag it as such, and if you’re writing for the books then tag them and NOT the show so the right people find your fic.

I hope this helped you understand it better!

★ ★ ★ Welcome to Billie Piper Appreciation Week, March Edition! ★ ★ ★

What is it?

Put simply, there isn’t enough love for this beautiful, wonderful lady. So let’s have an entire week dedicated to her!

Okay, when is it?

March 13-19, 2017!

How do I participate?

There are lots of ways to participate! Each day is going to have a theme (they’ll be posted below), and you can make graphics, art, write fanfiction, meta, headcanons, etc. dedicated to the theme of the day! The sky’s the limit!

And make sure you tag it bp appreciation so it can be easily located!


★ Day One (March 13): Favorite Role
Day Two (March 14): Favorite Scene
Day Three (March 15): Saddest Moment
Day Four (March 16): Best Outfit (either on-screen or in life. Or both!)
Day Five (March 17): Best on-screen romantic partner
Day Six (March 18): Favorite Photoshoot
Day Seven (March 19): Free For All! Do whatever you want!

Just letting y'all know :

On April 1st, this blog will not post screamers, I will not post flashing images or videos, I will not post unsettling and/or offensive content

I’m also 100% on board with tagging posts for certain trigger mentions, pleas just let me know through ask or pm and I’ll do it (I’m not sure entirely how but if you include the tag you have blocked it will help)

I won’t fake anything like taking my own life, I won’t spread hate or discourse.

The worst that might happen is a really hilarious practical joke I have planned that y'all might enjoy thoroughly

I swear by this post and promise to uphold it to the utmost best of my abilities

((Seriously please let me know if you want certain things tagged and include the tag! This musical contains some touchy subjects so I totally understand if some people are affected negatively by the content sometimes!!))


I felt like doing something artsy with specific colors a while back, so I made little valentine things based on various pride flags. Hopefully I got the colors right!

They are, pictured in I suppose the order you’d read a comic:

Gay, lesbian, bi, pan, ace, demi, aro, poly.

I hope you like them and I did alright!


So I’m keeping up with @nekojitachan​ ‘s All For The Game AU fic “Armies”
And I’m not gonna say much because what’s the fun in that when you can just read it; but it does involve:
-Andrew & Neil wearing ~*Very Nice Clothes*~
-Andrew driving a ~*Very Nice Car*~
-Andrew & Neil doing~*Not So Nice Things*~.

So I wanted to draw them in some formal wear. The one in pencil was first- it was a rough start so I improved it with MORE knives. Ink was done second. <3

(I need a pair of monk-strap shoes for myself or at the very least some wingtips UGH)
(Ignore my lumpy car please.)

My Actual Art Blog
My aftg art
Post-Baltimore Scene

spewingobsessions  asked:

What do you think Dark's relationship with Ethan and Tyler is like? Could you maybe write a short fiction or a list of headcanons on it? (Love you btw)

You know, I hadn’t thought about that. Wade and Bob would be an entirely different situation since they’re not in proximity to Dark, but Ethan and Tyler get the full effect.

  • It’s a very difficult balancing act. Dark has to figure out what things Mark would say, how Mark would act, while still retaining some sense of self.
  • He hates it, honestly. Mark acts a lot more immature than Dark would like to, but it’s necessary.
  • Ethan and Tyler still notice something’s off. “Mark” doesn’t smile as much, and when he does, it seems weird, or it’s at a strange time.
  • Ethan is constantly asking if he’s okay, but Dark has to realize where he went wrong before he responds, lest he seems like something is wrong and he’s just saying he’s fine so Ethan won’t worry.
  • Tyler also asks, but not as frequently. He watches closer to what Dark does rather than what he says vs Ethan, who pays more attention to words.
  • The two of them probably try to hang out with Dark more frequently than before to see if they can either figure out what’s wrong, or to see if the weird problem clears itself up.
  • They’re both very suspicious, and Dark isn’t too happy about it. But it’s not like he can do much.
  • Dark’s walking on eggshells nearly all the time.






Picture Perfect - Chapter 12

Here it is, as promised. Technically where I live it’s not tomorrow yet.

The full chapter is available on AO3 or

If you want to be tagged, don’t be shy - just let me know and I’m more than happy to include you.  And if I forgot you I’m so incredibly sorry and I swear it wasn’t on purpose.  Just let me know and I’ll add you back in.  Tags are below the Read More…

This past week had been one for the books as far as Oliver Queen was concerned, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about it.

On the one hand, his mystery girl was becoming less of a mystery. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, he supposed. He still wasn’t any closer to finding out her identity, but he was getting to know her a little, and he definitely liked what he was getting to know.

The night Dickface, or Carter fucking Bowen as he was more commonly known, had taken Felicity back to her place, his mystery girl had returned his text message with one of her own, and their conversation had served to improve his mood immensely.

She was fun and flirty, and she didn’t cave to his begging, despite knowing who he was. That was definitely a first for a woman. Well, maybe a second; Felicity didn’t usually cave to him, either, and she knew that he was Oliver Queen and the Hood.

After that first night, which was innuendo-laden and full of banter, she had become slightly more reserved in her texts, occasionally even going over twenty-four hours without responding to him. It was like she had pulled back after that first night, and he didn’t know why. He had alluded to masturbating to her pictures, maybe that had caused her recent reticence?

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for @bethanyactually, based on these tags:

#I still can’t believe Jeff didn’t see that Annie was going to annihilate him #at this point in their acquaintance Annie had: #attack kissed him in front of a crowd - causing him to drop a paraplegic man - to prove that man is evil and win a debate #slammed his head against a table #informed the dean about Chang’s faking his knowledge of Spanish in an attempt to force the entire group to take Spanish again #gave Jeff a bloody nose when she found out he’d had sex with Britta during paintball before he kissed her at the Transfer Dance #broke into Alan’s office to steal an email and then chloroformed an innocent janitor TWICE #sold Greendale out to City College #created an elaborate con to teach Jeff a lesson about slacking off #effortlessly pulled off roleplaying as Hector the Well Endowed #I MEAN REALLY #WHAT DID YOU THINK SHE WAS GOING TO DO JEFF #ROLL OVER AND ADMIT YOU WERE RIGHT!? (x)

i’m not sure if this has been said before, but i think i’ve figured out why octavia blames bellamy over anybody else.

i was watching the video where bob talks about how octavia blames bellamy over anyone else, and how bob doesn’t really know why, because bellamy wanted to help.

octavia - her entire life has had bellamy in it, more so than most siblings. bellamy raised her, and i’d even say that he was doing a better job of it than their mother. their mother was strict in order to keep them all alive. (in the books, there’s a scene where bellamy walks in on his mother trying to strangle baby octavia. if tv!mrs. blake is anything like book!mrs. blake, she’s not a good mother.) 

so when their mother was working, may it be her normal job or her sex work, bellamy was the one who made sure octavia felt like she had a family. he was the one who made sure octavia felt love, he was the one who made sure octavia didn’t feel like a burden.

growing up, octavia knew that bellamy could never hate her, not when he worked so hard to make her feel loved. hell, he tried to kill the chancellor so he could keep an eye on her– bellamy would do anything for octavia. that’s just a fact, that’s just the way it is.

octavia, post-lincoln’s death, knows this. she knows that bellamy loves her and has cared for her, she knows that through all the stuff that bellamy has been through because of her (indirectly, for the most part. it’s not like she asked him to shoot jaha.) he’s never blamed her besides an angry “my life ended the day you were born” that he didn’t mean.

octavia is angry. the love of her life has died and she needs someone to blame - anyone. she could blame any of the other people, but why blame people who could hate her forever when she could blame the person who she knows will never hold anything against her?

maybe it’s subconscious. maybe she doesn’t know she’s doing it. but she’s blaming bellamy because she knows that, in the end, he’ll forgive her. if she beat up anyone else, anyone who didn’t love her so much, they’d hate her forever. bellamy, somewhere, deep down, could never hate her, so his brain starts making up reasons why she’s doing this. i.e. i deserve it.

  • Choose a good student bank account. Different banks offer different benefits so be sure to shop around to find one that suits you.
  • Know how much money you will have per term, including student finance, your current bank balance, and any money that you’ll get from family.
  • Work. If you’re working as well as studying, you need to find a balance, ensuring that you’re not working too many hours to study well.
  • Try not to panic about debt, and instead find a way to manage them. Lots of universities have finance centres that can offer you advice about this.
  • Check insurance. Check if your family’s insurance covers what you have at university, or if your uni has arranged any cover for residences.
  • If you get into any difficulty, don’t bury your head in the sand! Go to a student support centre, or even your bank and ask for their help / advice.

anonymous asked:

Why do you always push and push to have giant meet ups are you just trying to be popular or what?

Man I know I lost a follower yesterday but I didn’t expect this o.O So, usually I would trash something like this but legit question I guess? I couldn’t care less about being popular. Ask some of my closest friends here, I stress about my meet ups for days up until they happen. I worry through the entire thing trying to make sure everyone is having fun. These are huge feats for me to organize and I definetly don’t do them to earn favor. I just want to have fun with my friends and have the chance to make new friends. I put the hours into messaging and tags because I know how easy it can be to miss one post and never know something happened. Sometimes people feel excluded from the group when they see happy pictures and people talking about it and they didn’t know to attend. Others might be too shy to just show up and a tag or a message lets them know not to be. And I don’t copyright this either!! PLEASE use my giant tag list to spread the news of your meet up around. Update it as time goes by and use it to share blogs with new members. Let it be useful for more than just one meet up. I push for such large meet ups because I know how excited everyone gets seeing everyone together. I especially do. Really helps put it into perspective that we’re apart of something that touches a lot of people’s lives in some way. We joke about our memes and shit posting and people yell nice things at their favorite bloggers they might be meeting for the first time. Friendships bloom from those first meetings that turn into lasting relationships. They find new buddies to play sso with! Our bond as a community grows stronger with being together on the game we love and this is the goal of every meet up that’s been hosted for Tumblr by anyone.

After forever, I put myself together and start drawing again. I’m not sure how it ended but I’m kinda okay with the final result. I decided to draw Viktor because that anime hit me pretty hard actually and it’s the main reason I want to draw again (about a few weeks ago I started lurking #yoi tags and I found lots of amazing blogs and artists that gave me the inspiration to begin with all this thing, I can name some of them: @viktyuri, @victuurii@blau678​, @katsudonqween, @fishnbacon, @sinran, @nikyforov, @gays-on-ice@thacmis, @randomsplashes, @roselph and dkasd I could be the entire day tbh: check those blog and follow because they are amazing like super cool art and techniques, I adore the way the styles change depending of the artist and they are all so beautiful).

I found a healthy and charming fandom and idk that gave me the will to use Tumblr once again (maybe I’m being too sensitive about the whole thing but I’m really happy something like this exists lol) after having a weird-not-so-cool-time with vkei fandoms but, anyway, really sorry about my poor english and all the typos and since I want to meet new people so we can wait together to Season 2, please don’t be shy I’ll be right here :’) !  

totally out of the blue but...

@ everyone who has a HUGE crush on someone: ASK THEM OUT / tell them u like them!!

worst thing that could happen //if they’re a good person?// they say no & THAT’S OK! I’m sure that u two can still be buds and/or you’ll get over them & find some1 even dreamier!!

& if they humiliate you 4 asking them out they’re obviously as dumb & useless as mosquitos so drop kick them out of ur life & all the way 2 Timbuctoo and try to move on!!


UR LOVELY & DESIRABLE!! have fun with this random advice buds

(there’s also like an entire paragraph of advice & reassurance in the tags… just sayin)