of times of men and angels

i noticed y’all have been enjoying my novel masterposts. so im just going to keep posting because im obsessed with books like that T.T

for my study-like-rory studyblr friends who want to read all the books mentioned in gilmore girls (because hello?? who doesn’t??), here’s a list! pls let me know if i missed a book, but i think it’s quite a complete list! enjoy!!

#

  • 1984 – George Orwell

A

  • The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  • Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
  • The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay – Michael Chabon
  • An American Tragedy – Theodore Dreiser
  • Angela’s Ashes – Frank McCourt
  • Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
  • Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl – Anne Frank
  • Archidamian War – Donald Kagen
  • The Art of Fiction  – Henry James
  • The Art of War – Sun Tzu
  • As I Lay Dying – William Faulkner
  • Atonement – Ian McEwan
  • The Awakening – Kate Chopin
  • Autobiography of a Face – Lucy Grealy

B

  • Babe – Dick King-Smith
  • Backlash – Susan Faludi
  • Balzac & the Little Chinese Seamstress – Dai Sijie
  • The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
  • Beloved – Toni Morrison
  • Beowulf – Seamus Heaney
  • The Bhagava Gita
  • The Bielski Brothers – Peter Duffy
  • Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women – Elizabeth Wurtzel
  • A Bolt From the Blue & other Essays – Mary McCarthy
  • Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
  • Brick Lane – Monica Ali
  • Brigadoon – Alan Jay Lerner

C

  • Candide – Voltaire
  • The Canterbury Tales – Chaucer
  • Carrie –Stephen King
  • Catch – 22 – Joseph Heller
  • The Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
  • The Celebrated Jumping Frog – Mark Twain
  • Charlotte’s Web – EB White
  • The Children’s Hour – Lilian Hellman
  • Christine – Stephen King
  • A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
  • A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess
  • The Code of the Woosters – PG Wodehouse
  • The Collected Short Stories – Eudora Welty
  • The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty
  • A Comedy of Errors – William Shakespeare
  • Complete Novels – Dawn Powell
  • The Complete Poems – Anne Sexton
  • Complete Stories – Dorothy Parker
  • A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
  • The Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
  • Cousin Bette – Honore de Balzac
  • Crime & Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  • The Crimson Petal & the White – Michael Faber
  • The Crucible – Arthur Miller
  • Cujo – Stephen King
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime – Mark Haddon

D

  • Daughter of Fortune – Isabel Allende
  • David and Lisa – Dr. Theodore Issac Rubin
  • David Coperfield – Charles Dickens
  • The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
  • Deal Souls – Nikolai Gogol (Season 3, episode 3)
  • Demons – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  • Death of a Salesman – Arthur Miller
  • Deenie – Judy Blume
  • The Devil in the White City – Erik Larson
  • The Dirt – Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mark, & Nikki Sixx
  • The Divine Comedy – Dante
  • The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood – Rebecca Wells
  • Don Quijote – Cervantes
  • Driving Miss Daisy – Alfred Uhrv
  • Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde ­– Robert Louis Stevenson

E

  • Complete Tales & Poems – Edgar Allan Poe
  • Eleanor Roosevelt – Blanche Wiesen Cook
  • The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test – Tom Wolfe
  • Ella Minnow Pea – Mark Dunn
  • Eloise – Kay Thompson
  • Emily the Strange – Roger Reger
  • Emma – Jane Austen
  • Empire Falls – Richard Russo
  • Encyclopedia Brown – Donald J. Sobol
  • Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton
  • Ethics – Spinoza
  • Eva Luna – Isabel Allende
  • Everything is Illuminated – Jonathon Safran Foer
  • Extravagance – Gary Kist

F

  • Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury
  • Fahrenheit 911 – Michael Moore
  • The Fall of the Athenian Empire – Donald Kagan
  • Fat Land:How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World – Greg Critser
  • Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson
  • The Fellowship of the Ring – J R R Tolkien
  • Fiddler on the Roof – Joseph Stein
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven – Mitch Albom
  • Finnegan’s Wake – James Joyce
  • Fletch – Gregory McDonald
  • Flowers of Algernon – Daniel Keyes
  • The Fortress of Solitude – Jonathon Lethem
  • The Fountainhead – Ayn Rand
  • Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
  • Franny and Zooey – JD Salinger
  • Freaky Friday – Mary Rodgers

G

  • Galapagos – Kurt Vonnegut
  • Gender Trouble – Judith Baker
  • George W. Bushism – Jacob Weisberg
  • Gidget – Fredrick Kohner
  • Girl, Interrupted – Susanna Kaysen
  • The Ghostic Gospels – Elaine Pagels
  • The Godfather – Mario Puzo
  • The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy
  • Goldilocks & the Three Bears – Alvin Granowsky
  • Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  • The Good Soldier – Ford Maddox Ford
  • The Gospel According to Judy Bloom
  • The Graduate – Charles Webb
  • The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
  • The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
  • The Group – Mary McCarthy

H

  • Hamlet – Shakespeare
  • Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – JK Rowling
  • Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – JK Rowling
  • A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers
  • Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
  • Helter Skelter – Vincent Bugliosi
  • Henry IV, Part 1 – Shakespeare
  • Henry IV, Part 2 – Shakespeare
  • Henry V – Shakespeare
  • High Fidelity – Nick Hornby
  • The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire – Edward Gibbons
  • Holidays on Ice – David Sedaris
  • The Holy Barbarians – Lawrence Lipton
  • House of Sand and Fog – Andre Dubus III
  • The House of the Spirits – Isabel Allende
  • How to Breathe Underwater – Julie Orringer
  • How the Grinch Stole Christmas – Dr. Seuss
  • How the Light Gets In – MJ Hyland
  • Howl – Alan Ginsburg
  • The Hunchback of Notre Dame – Victor Hugo

I

  • The Illiad – Homer
  • I’m With the Band – Pamela des Barres
  • In Cold Blood – Truman Capote
  • Inferno – Dante
  • Inherit the Wind – Jerome Lawrence & Robert E Lee
  • Iron Weed – William J. Kennedy
  • It Takes a Village – Hilary Clinton

J

  • Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
  • The Joy Luck Club – Amy Tan
  • Julius Caesar – Shakespeare
  • The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
  • Just a Couple of Days – Tony Vigorito

K

  • The Kitchen Boy – Robert Alexander
  • Kitchen Confidential – Anthony Bourdain
  • The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini

L

  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover – DH Lawrence
  • The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 – Gore Vidal
  • Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman
  • The Legend of Bagger Vance – Steven Pressfield
  • Less Than Zero – Bret Easton Ellis
  • Letters to a Young Poet – Rainer Maria Rilke
  • Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them – Al Franken
  • Life of Pi – Yann Martel
  • Little Dorrit – Charles Dickens
  • The Little Locksmith – Katharine Butler Hathaway
  • The Little Match Girl – Hans Christian Anderson
  • Little Woman – Louisa May Alcott
  • Living History – Hillary Clinton
  • Lord of the Flies – William Golding
  • The Lottery & Other Stories – Shirley Jackson
  • The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
  • The Love Story – Eric Segal

M

  • Macbeth – Shakespeare
  • Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
  • The Manticore – Robertson Davies (Season 3, episode 3)
  • Marathon Man – William Goldman
  • The Master and Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov
  • Memoirs of  Dutiful Daughter – Simone de Beauvoir
  • Memoirs of General WT Sherman – William Tecumseh Sherman
  • Me Talk Pretty One Day – David Sedaris
  • The Meaning of Consuelo – Judith Ortiz Cofer
  • Mencken’s Chrestomathy – HR Mencken
  • The Merry Wives of Windsor – Shakespeare
  • The Metamorphosis – Franz Kafka
  • Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
  • The Miracle Worker – William Gibson
  • Moby Dick – Herman Melville
  • The Mojo Collection – Jim Irvin
  • Moliere – Hobart Chatfield Taylor
  • A Monetary History of the US – Milton Friedman
  • Monsieur Proust – Celeste Albaret
  • A Month of Sundays – Julie Mars
  • A Moveable Feast – Ernest Hemingway
  • Mrs. Dalloway – Virginia Woolf
  • Mutiny on the Bounty – Charles Nordhoff & James Norman Hall
  • My Lai 4 – Seymour M Hersh
  • My Life as Author and Editor – HR Mencken
  • My Life in Orange – Tim Guest
  • My Sister’s Keeper – Jodi Picoult

N

  • The Naked and the Dead – Norman Mailer
  • The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco
  • The Namesake – Jhumpa Lahiri
  • The Nanny Diaries – Emma McLaughlin
  • Nervous System – Jan Lars Jensen
  • New Poems of Emily Dickinson
  • The New Way Things Work – David Macaulay
  • Nickel and Dimed – Barbara Ehrenreich
  • Night – Elie Wiesel
  • Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen
  • The Norton Anthology of Theory & Criticism – William E Cain
  • Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell
  • Notes of a Dirty Old Man – Charles Bukowski

O

  • Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
  • Old School – Tobias Wolff
  • Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
  • On the Road – Jack Keruac
  • One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch – Alexander Solzhenitsyn
  • One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
  • One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  • The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life – Amy Tan
  • Oracle Night – Paul Auster
  • Oryx and Crake – Margaret Atwood
  • Othello – Shakespeare
  • Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens
  • The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War – Donald Kagan
  • Out of Africa – Isac Dineson
  • The Outsiders – S. E. Hinton

P

  • A Passage to India – E.M. Forster
  • The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition – Donald Kagan
  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky
  • Peyton Place – Grace Metalious
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
  • Pigs at the Trough – Arianna Huffington
  • Pinocchio – Carlo Collodi
  • Please Kill Me – Legs McNeil & Gilliam McCain
  • The Polysyllabic Spree – Nick Hornby
  • The Portable Dorothy Parker
  • The Portable Nietzche
  • The Price of Loyalty – Ron Suskind
  • Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
  • Property – Valerie Martin
  • Pushkin – TJ Binyon
  • Pygmalion – George Bernard Shaw

Q

  • Quattrocento – James McKean
  • A Quiet Storm – Rachel Howzell Hall

R

  • Rapunzel – Grimm Brothers
  • The Razor’s Edge – W Somerset Maugham
  • Reading Lolita in Tehran – Azar Nafisi
  • Rebecca – Daphne de Maurier
  • Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm – Kate Douglas Wiggin
  • The Red Tent – Anita Diamant
  • Rescuing Patty Hearst – Virginia Holman
  • The Return of the King – JRR Tolkien
  • R is for Ricochet – Sue Grafton
  • Rita Hayworth – Stephen King
  • Robert’s Rules of Order – Henry Robert
  • Roman Fever – Edith Wharton
  • Romeo and Juliet – Shakespeare
  • A Room of One’s Own – Virginia Woolf
  • A Room with a View – EM Forster
  • Rosemary’s Baby – Ira Levin
  • The Rough Guide to Europe

S

  • Sacred Time – Ursula Hegi
  • Sanctuary – William Faulkner
  • Savage Beauty – Nancy Milford
  • Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller – Henry James
  • The Scarecrow of Oz – Frank L. Baum
  • The Scarlet Letter – Nathanial Hawthorne
  • Seabiscuit – Laura Hillenbrand
  • The Second Sex – Simone de Beauvior
  • The Secret Life of Bees – Sue Monk Kidd
  • Secrets of the Flesh – Judith Thurman
  • Selected Letters of Dawn Powell (1913-1965)
  • Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
  • A Separate Place – John Knowles
  • Several Biographies of Winston Churchill
  • Sexus – Henry Miller
  • The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafron
  • Shane – Jack Shaefer
  • The Shining – Stephen King
  • Siddartha – Hermann Hesse
  • S is for Silence – Sue Grafton
  • Slaughter-House 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
  • Small Island – Andrea Levy
  • Snows of Kilamanjaro – Ernest Hemingway
  • Snow White and Red Rose – Grimm Brothers
  • Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy – Barrington Moore
  • The Song of Names – Norman Lebrecht
  • Song of the Simple Truth – Julia de Burgos
  • The Song Reader – Lisa Tucker
  • Songbook – Nick Hornby
  • The Sonnets – Shakespeare
  • Sonnets from the Portuegese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • Sophie’s Choice – William Styron
  • The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
  • Speak, Memory – Vladimir Nabakov
  • Stiff, The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers – Mary Roach
  • The Story of my Life – Helen Keller
  • A Streetcar Named Desire – Tennessee Williams
  • Stuart Little – EB White
  • Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
  • Swann’s Way – Marcel Proust
  • Swimming with Giants – Anne Collett
  • Sybil – Flora Rheta Schreiber

T

  • A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
  • Tender is the Night – F Scott Fitzgerald
  • Term of Endearment – Larry McMurty
  • Time and Again – Jack Finney
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffeneggar
  • To Have and to Have Not – Ernest Hemingway
  • To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
  • The Tragedy of Richard III – Shakespeare
  • Travel and Motoring through Europe – Myra Waldo
  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
  • The Trial – Franz Kafka
  • The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters – Elisabeth Robinson
  • Truth & Beauty – Ann Patchett
  • Tuesdays with Morrie – Mitch Albom

U

  • Ulysses – James Joyce
  • The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1950-1962)
  • Uncle Tom’s Cabin – Harriet Beecher Stowe
  • Unless – Carol Shields

V

  • Valley of the Dolls – Jacqueline Susann
  • The Vanishing Newspaper – Philip Meyers
  • Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
  • Velvet Underground – Joe Harvard
  • The Virgin Suicides – Jeffrey Eugenides

W

  • Waiting for Godot – Samuel Beckett
  • Walden – Henry David Thoreau
  • Walt Disney’s Bambi – Felix Salten
  • War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
  • We Owe You Nothing – Daniel Sinker
  • What Colour is Your Parachute – Richard Nelson Bolles
  • What Happened to Baby Jane – Henry Farrell
  • When the Emperor Was Divine – Julie Otsuka
  • Who Moved My Cheese? Spencer Johnson
  • Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Edward Albee
  • Wicked – Gregory Maguire
  • The Wizard of Oz – Frank L Baum
  • Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte

Y

  • The Yearling – Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
  • The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion

OTHER RESOURCES:

In The Wee Free Men, the village has a tradition of burying a shepherd with a piece of wool on his shroud, so that the recording angel will excuse him all those times during lambing when he failed to attend church — because a good shepherd should know that the sheep come first. I didn’t make that up. They used to do that in a village two miles from where I live. What I particularly liked about it was the implicit loyalist arrangement with God. Americans, I think, sometimes get puzzled by people in Ireland who call themselves loyalists yet would apparently up arms against the forces of the crown. But a loyalist arrangement is a dynamic accord. It doesn’t mean we will be blindly loyal to you. It means we will be loyal to you if you are loyal to us. If you act the way we think a king should act, you can be our king. And it seemed to me that these humble people of the village, putting their little piece of wool on the shroud, were saying, “If you are the God we think you are, you will understand. And if you are not the God we think you are, to Hell with you.” So much of Discworld has come from odd serendipitous discoveries like that.
—  Terry Pratchett, “Straight from the Heart, via the Groin” (collected in A Slip of the Keyboard)

anonymous asked:

Okay I need to ask. Why do YOU write?

I grew up surrounded by words, quite literally. By the time I was six months old my parents had taped words to every surface in the house, so the walls said “wall” the window said “window” and so on so forth. I still don’t know how they managed to get the cat involved but some things are meant to be wondered at.

But for the next six years the world was covered in words, as first I learned to read, and then my brother. I dare say if you move some furniture in my parents house to this day you will find a faded piece of paper that says “shelf” or “bookcase” on it. It was a sad day when they were taken down, they were like old friends. But by then the magic had already worked. I was able to look at the world and see words, whether they were printed there or not.

I was four when I sat down to consciously write my first story. I remember it vividly because I had my bright yellow Cadburys Caramel mug, that had the purple flowing font on the side with the bunny rabbit lady on it. It was filled with “baby tea”— mostly hot milk with a splash of tea from the pot to give it color— and I was holding it in both hands, sitting at the little “art” table dad had built for me in the corner so I had a place to sit and scribble that wasn’t the walls. Contemplating my next masterpiece I looked around the room for inspiration. Would it be an exploration of color through pinky finger painting only? Or would it be the greatest macaroni interpretation of a dog we’d ever seen? Sadly we’ll never know how this might have worked out, as at that very moment, mum came in holding a crystal mobile and hung it up on the window sill. This in turn had the effect of creating a living, dancing rainbow in the living room, and something in my brain short fused.

That was the day I learned the word “iridescent”. It was like learning the language of angels.

After that I was always scribbling something. My school books were a mess of words, crammed into margins and on back pages. I was always in trouble for letting my mind “wander into whimsy.” Once I got a report card that said “fantastical leanings towards flights of fancy.” It was meant as criticism, but dad still has it framed in the office.

Then there came the time a few years later when I was reading the Hobbit with dad, and I turned to him quite seriously and asked “where are all the girl hobbits?” and dad hemmed and hawed before eventually telling me “they’re in another book, darling…having their own adventure…” and I accepted this and settled back down to let him finish the chapter. He probably thought I forgot about it until that weekend I marched up to the Librarian and asked for “the girl hobbit book please”, which was met with much confusion and my dad rushing over to tell me they probably wouldn’t have it yet because it was very rare. A few weeks later, dad handed me something. It was sheaves of paper bound together by string. It was, he told me, a very exclusive copy of the girl hobbit book.

I still have it somewhere, back home. Probably on a shelf somewhere that still says “shelf”.

And sweet, naive thing that I was, I believed him. It wasn’t until later on and someone else popped my bubble, that I realized dad, not Tolkien, had written it. And oh I was furious, furious because the story had been so good and because dad had lied about not writing it himself. But that small bubbling anger was nothing compared to the heat inside my brain when my dad confessed he’d tried without much success to find books I might like with girls in them. All the heroes were boys, you see. It made me quite tearful actually, that no one had ever thought that someone like me could go off on an adventure and save the world, when I knew it to be a blatant lie. Old Mrs McDougall across the street had been a land girl and saved a man shot down from his spitfire. Mrs Mitchell had been the emergency coordinator and saved people from burning buildings when the Nazis bombed the shipyards, and her skin was all bubbled and tightly pulled across the left side of her face because of it and her hands didn’t quite work because she’d gripped burning metal to try and free the men inside. Those, were heroes. But we never learned about them at school. We only learned about kings and tyrants and the kind of heavily filtered history that lead you to believe that women were in there somewhere, but only in the same sense that a wall has paint on it.

And now my books, my lovely wonderful books, where you could travel through space and time or climb up volcanoes to throw rings inside and save the world…those wonderful colorful worlds that spoke the language of angels, were just the same.

I was ready to cry and be defeated about it until dad, raising his eyebrows at me and offering me a notebook, said, “well, maybe someone ought to write one.”

And you likely know the rest by now. But in short I write because there are stories to be told. I write because it’s the closest I’ll ever be to how the word iridescent feels. I look at the world and I see words, dancing like rainbows, singing like angels.

There’s words everywhere. I’m just scribbling them down.

All I’ve got II pt. 1

Jungkook x reader

genre: tattooed!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, angst, contents of smut, violent actions, slight fluff

word count: 12.1k


Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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“My mom always told me to take my elbows off the table, so that if I ever had dinner with a queen, I would know how to eat properly. But she also taught me basic things about being a gentleman, like opening car doors. Especially in Los Angeles, I think people lose those small gestures that harken back to a different time but are still mutually appreciated by men and women. Those little things are just nice.” – Chris Pine

What podcasts I listen to

This is a post that most likely no one cares about since I shitpost whatever I’m into but I wanna get my thoughts about the podcasts I listen to regularly and what I feel about them. 


Welcome to Night Vale - This is the one that got me into podcasts although it scared me at first. I managed to listen to 60 episodes in almost a week so I was pretty hooked. This is about a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful and mysterious lights pass while we all pretend to sleep. It’s set in a H P Lovecraft style of world where the scariest of things are seen as the most normal of things. Things change when a beautiful stranger comes to town but you’ll fall in love instantly. Episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month

Alice Isn’t Dead - This is done by the same company that does Night Vale and it’s a lot darker and creepier. It is about a truck driver who drives around the country trying to find her wife Alice while discovering things about the towns she goes past. A warning if you don’t deal with gore or violence very well (also spoilers) someone does get murdered in the first episode and the main character does get attacked in a later episode. This show is only done by Joseph Fink and his style is a little scary at times but it’s still good. I recommend binge listening to the first season before the second one comes out because it’s a little easier to keep up with the story that way. I prefer Night Vale over Alice but that’s just a personal opinion. Episodes will continue when the next season starts. 

Wolf 359 - This is one of my favourite podcasts I have ever listened to. Written by Gabriel Urbina, it’s about Doug Eiffel’s life on the Hephaestus Research Station as they orbit the red dwarf star Wolf 359. This a podcast you’ll want more of and you’ll want to know every single plot twist and theory. The characters are loveable and it just makes me really happy. Renee Minkowski is the station’s commander and she makes sure that her boys stay in check (mostly Eiffel). Dr. Hilbert is honestly a little creepy but you can’t hate him and HERA is my computer wife. Every storyline is great and will only keep you guessing. The website also has other cool stuff such as playlists for the characters which are on spotify and there are small little things that are fantastic. The early seasons are very lighthearted and Zach Valenti (@iamzachvalenti) voices both Doug and Hilbert and it’s just fantastic to listen to. Episodes come out every two weeks.

Limetown - Limetown is very different compared to the other podcasts. It’s a news report that follows a reporter, Lia Haddock, as she tries to find out what happened to an entire town of people that just vanished into thin air. The length of the episodes span under 10 minutes to nearly an hour. It’s interesting but Lia is kinda annoying with her methods of obtaining the information she desires but her intentions are in the right place, despite her actions getting innocent people hurt. The podcast kinda stopped in December last year so it’s real easy to listen to but you will want more which is disappointing since you want to know what happens in the next season. It takes a very realistic turn of events so who knows when the next season comes out. If you like realistic podcasts then this is the one for you 

The Bright Sessions - Another personal favourite of mine and I no joke want more right now. The only way I can describe the podcast without spoiling it is X-men go to therapy. It’s an actual pleasure to listen to and it keeps you hooked. Lauren Shippen  (@thelaurenshippen)  has created something thats actually beautiful and has created characters who are relatable in every way. Sam is a time traveller with anxiety, Caleb is a high school student who can feel others emotions, Chloe thinks she’s going insane with the voices of angels then there is a mysterious character who I shall not name. It’s defiantly worth a listen and it’s an A++ podcast. The website also has things that are unique to each person. Sam has a blog, Caleb has instagram and playlists of his own and Chloe has tumblr. This is no joke something I want to make in the future so it’s amazing to me. New episode dates will be released with the new episodes. 

King Falls AM - This is like Night Vale but less creepy and more paranormal. The main characters are Sammy “Shotgun” Stevens and Ben Arnold who host a  late night call in show. I can only imagine this like Night Vale because of the similar format but they are completely different. King Falls AM is what Night Vale would be if the town normal and unusual things aren’t normal. The characters are really loveable and I just love them so much. There are people you will love to hate and it definitely makes you feel like you are a citizen of the town which is great. It brings a sense of community to the small fandom. I want to say more but it’s very spoilery so I will say no more. It’s worth the listen to and I recommend binge listening to this one, trust me you’ll want to. New episodes come out the 1st and 15th of each month. 

EOS 10 - I’ll admit that I haven’t finished this podcast but I don’t think they’ve made new episodes since last year?????? (it was December so I wasn’t wrong). The story follows Ryan Dalias arriving on EOS 10 to check up on the doctor on the ship who has been going through his share of addiction. From what I’ve listened from this, it’s not bad but not my cup of tea. Scifi podcasts don’t work for me but I still enjoy this quite a bit. Warning if you aren’t interested in hearing people do the frick frack then there is a part of episode 3 that you’ll want to skip because it’s a little uncomfortable. The first two seasons are out and god knows when the next season will be available. 

Within the Wires - This is another one done by Night Vale presents. Within the Wires is written by Jeffrey Cranor and the story is based through a series of standard relaxation tapes where you soon realise that yours aren’t standard. The woman on the to the main character and you slowly figure out what that connection is. The tapes themselves are a little creepy but they are sort of relaxing at the same time. Season two may be different and possibly might not be relaxation tapes but that’s the exciting thing about it. I personally prefer this podcast to Alice because I can listen to this and not feel scared when I’m trying to sleep. This one just creeps me out opposed to scaring me so I stay awake. I wouldn’t listen to this before bed though. I recommend to listen to this on a really long road trip because that’s the most comfortable I felt when I heard it. New episodes will come out when the new season does. 

ars PARADOXICA - Imagine if you had accidentally created time travel and you find yourself in 1942 in the middle of the second world war. That’s what Sally Grisham does and she soon discovers that her time travel only goes back so she attempts to find a way to go back to her own time which is a little difficult with only technology from the early 40′s. I’ll be honest, I did really like this podcast when I first started it but the last 4 episodes make me question if I actually want to continue it. The latest episode makes me think that I could continue it. They do give warnings about gun violence and terrible things happening to kids which made me super uncomfortable but the warning was nice. New episodes come out the 1st of each month

The Orbiting Human Circus (of the Air) - Yet another Night Vale presents project but it’s not written by Joseph or Jeffrey. The story follows the janitor Juilen as he tries to get into the show without getting caught. The podcast is set on top of the Eiffel tower and the most magical things happen such as a bird who can recreate a whole orchestra perfectly and a machine that can make the thoughts of a cricket come to life. There are only four episodes so far but it’s pretty good so far. The janitor is my favourite and he just shares stories about his life that only make me want to get to know him better which is nice. The french accents also make me really happy. New episodes come out every other Wednesday and I high recommend it. 

Podcasts I haven’t started but are on my list

Homecoming 

Lore

The Penumbra Podcast

Return Home

Our Fair City

LifeAfter 

I wanted to make this in case anyone was interested with what I was listening to and I would like recommendations with podcasts because I’m always looking for new podcasts to listen to

Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)

Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.

-

“Peter”

“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.

-

[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

my advice for the signs

aries I know a watched pot never boils, but it’s good to wait for the right moment. Sometimes, the second mouse gets the cheese.

taurus Not everything goes smoothly in life. It’s not sugar spice and everything nice all the time. Stop being agonized everytime things get ugly.

gemini Set your priorities straight. It’s crucial to understand what’s important and what’s not. Expectations of others shouldn’t cage you.

cancer  Save everything for the person who deserves. ‘Right now’ is all you have. Don’t let the past haunt you. Nostalgias are tricky.

leo “Reputation is what men and women think of us, character is what god and angels see of us” It’s fine to feel down sometimes. You can’t see the world through rose colored glass all the time.

virgo You will come to regret the things you never did, not the things you have done. Sometimes the world may seem  unfair, disorganized, chaotic, godforsaken even. But trust me, everything will turn out just fine. When you think about it, everything is actually connected.

libra Develop some individuality. Spend time with yourself.  I know it’s difficult to tell if you’re fighting for something you deserve or just forcing something, but the only way to find out is to see the end of it. Don’t give up so easily.

scorpio Except for karma, nothing’s ever eternal. Pleasure, pain, power, the things we hold onto so tight… All things end. And no, no revenge or pay back is worth your time.

sagittarius  Always think twice. Because what we think we got under control always seems to have control of us. And don’t forget that all things have it’s consequences.

capricorn The simplest things can show the meaning of life. You’re so busy working hard for a good life but good life is enjoying the little things.

aquarius Learn to return the love you recieve. Don’t be an outsider. It’s ok to feel lonely sometimes. People don’t understand but you’re not alone.

pisces Just know that not every single person in this world is as kind as you. Some will chew you up and spit you out. You don’t have to care about everyone. You will inevitably have to ignore some. That’s not insensitive.

Vimes listened as the refrain died away.
‘That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.
‘It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said.
‘Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’
Yes, thought Vimes, and it’s amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It’s a real soldiers’ song: sentimental, with dirty bits.
‘As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. ‘I’ve seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added.
‘Why? It sounds cheerful.’
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You’ll learn. I know you will.

It was with a warm hand on Castiel’s shoulder that Chuck watched his son die for the first time. Watched as the archangel shredded Cas under the weight and pull of angelic power. It was messy. It was callous.

Chuck wiped his blood-covered hands on his jeans, feeling the way the slick met rough—what was left of his son smeared on the denim.

Dean had come and gone and Chuck was left, sitting in the red-painted house, knowing that somewhere, his firstborn son was breaking free. Going to end the world.

Chuck sighed, grabbing a bottle of liquor from the counter and taking a deep swig. He could still see the glow in Castiel’s eyes. Not from grace, but from something perhaps more pure. Like a memory of the light once used to create the earth and all the creatures that inhabited it. The light that Chuck had given his creations straight from his own fingertips.

Cas, you beautiful idiot, he had thought as the room shook and he watched his son hold his ground, his last breaths rooted in a pearl of hope for the Earth. Hope placed in the small hands of two forgettable hunters fighting against the rising powers of hell.

The brave sacrifice of the brown-haired, blue eyed angel who died to save the world would likely never be told, but still, Chuck couldn’t help but think that it was the stuff that stories were made of.

It was quiet now, in the kitchen with the reminder of Cas, the man who’d ripped up the pages of destiny and spat in the face of fate. The man who’d scoured the earth in search for God with nothing but a second-hand pendant and a desire to protect.

Chuck closed his eyes, tightly. A desire to protect, he thought, his mind drifting back to the sense of wonder he’d felt when he’d first created his angels.

He sat down and poured a little drink on the floor in tribute before squeezing the bottle between his knees. And he tried not to remember that he had the power to protect, too. To protect the world from the impending apocalypse. To protect Castiel.

He didn’t. He wouldn’t. It was a promise he’d made a long time ago when, in an effort to “save,” he’d purged the earth with water. What surprised him, however, was how men continued to preach in his name, building philosophies and stamping them with heaven’s seal without care to God’s sanctions.

“Maybe my children make better Gods than me,” Chuck considered, finding himself again drawn to the two young brothers that, even now, were facing Michael and Lucifer when even their own God couldn’t.Dean and Sam were better men than their father, Chuck thought, and Cas was a better man than me.

Chuck stared at the way the room wore bits of Cas and wondered at the feelings of sentiment he felt. True, Chuck knew all of his angels, but he couldn’t find it in himself to understand why he felt the world was smaller now in the space since he’d watched Castiel die. After all, it was simply the natural order of things. He created angels like shooting stars: fiery, fierce and beautiful. And, like the meteoroids plowing through the sky, Cas had come too close to the earth, burning up inside the atmosphere.

Once, Chuck had commanded the angels to love the humans. The angels had become volatile, hardened creatures, made for duty with no one to serve. Statues of rigid perfection.

Chuck looked down at his own hands, letting his mind wander through the intricate designs of the human vessel he’d created for himself. Human flesh was so different than the fierce ether of an angel. He’d created them with the heads of beasts and great spanning wings. They were formidable, truly, they were. And yet, Chuck knew, even then, when he’d first birthed them, that humans were his most beautiful creation. They were breakable, small, and beautifully flawed. And, he’d known then, too, that he’d created mankind to save them all. To save the angels. To save himself.

It was his own last beacon of hope, that perhaps they could all become something more than the patterns of war and violence that had emanated from him and poured into his creations.

Chuck smiled as he looked at the Supernatural books, knowing he had found it. His broken children who had become more than their God, willing to die for the sake of the planet.

They had transcended him. He always knew they would. But, what had surprised him was the angel in the dirty trench coat and blue eyes, falling away from heaven’s glory for one man. One human. An angel that had such faith in and love for humanity that he’d given up everything.

Chuck bowed his head to his chest. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t get involved. And yet, he could still hear Castiel’s prayers in the back of his head—months of the angel’s voice crying for an absent God to step in and save his children.

And Chuck knew what he had to do. Though it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things—a small gesture, really. But significant nonetheless.

Slowly, he leaned down to the floor, touching a spot of red with his finger. He watched as the bits of Cas responded, finding their way back to the whole. It was a fascinating process, to see the parts of Cas’s vessel come together, gathering, binding, creating arms, legs, a face. Until, suddenly, he was staring at the calm features of Cas’s body, laying down with his eyes closed, as if he could be asleep.

Then, with a breath, Chuck pulled light from the skies, infusing grace and soul and power to recreate Castiel’s true form, creating a sacred space inside the simple kitchen of Chuck’s home. It felt wrong, in a way, to bring so much of his God self back to the place where he had gone to leave it all behind. And yet, it also felt right. To put something back together again after such a long time of watching things fall apart.

And, finally, it was done as he gingerly placed Castiel back inside the man laying on the ground. He watched as the vessel’s chest hitched with the first breath of life, and smiled when he looked at the body he’d created just for Cas. For the angel who wanted so badly to love humans. In a way, now he could be one. He thought Cas would like that he’d made him look like Jimmy. That maybe he’d find it easier if he could look in the mirror and see the man whose face had first chosen to be so autonomous and free from heaven.

Cas’s eyes were still closed, and Chuck knew he couldn’t let him wake up here. He couldn’t face his son. Not now. Still, he was surprised to find himself kneeling on the floor of the kitchen, running his hands through the soft parts of Castiel’s hair, his thoughts, surprisingly far away from the ending of the rest of the world. Instead, he placed a kiss on top of Cas’s head, sending him to a beautiful forest, by a stream to wake up.

And then the kitchen was empty again, the clock on the wall ticking loudly, and the stain from the spilled alcohol shining on the floor.

Chuck contemplated what he’d done. Wondered at his own need to break every rule that had bound him for centuries and heal one lowly angel when he’d let hundreds of others die.

But, he thought he already knew the answer. Where Chuck had made humans in a deliberate effort at salvation, one lowly angel had been a surprise. A miracle. And, as Chuck sat back in his chair, he smiled as he admitted it to himself: it turned out that maybe it wasn’t just the humans that were there to save. It turned out that maybe, just maybe, a forgettable, self-sacrificing angel with blue eyes and too much heart could be the one to redeem them all.

Lyanna Mormont & Feminism

I just have one tiny thing to say about Lyanna Mormont’s speech. I’ve seen quite a few people go after her for this particular line: 

“I don’t plan on knitting by the fire while men fight for me.”

A lot of people have said it was very anti-feminist and an insult to women, which I understand where they’re coming from, but Lyanna wasn’t mocking those women. She was mocking the rigid gender norms placed upon girls and women in her society. It was decrying the social construct that dictates women cannot fight their own battles and are only good for what society deems ‘feminine pursuits’. Lyanna’s speech was deconstructing what it meant to be female at that time and declaring that women do not need men to fight their battles for them; that they are perfectly capable of fighting their own battles. We, as modern day women, cannot define her speech by our understanding of feminism today. Feminist discourse would have been largely unheard of in that period of time. What women of that day value most is incomparable to what we as modern viewers value now. For such a toxic patriarchal society, giving women autonomy over their own futures, and thusly their own battles, was a far more needed pursuit. The comment about knitting by the fire was not to say those who do knit and enjoy it are weaker and thus unworthy of being a woman, but rather it was to decry these archaic gender roles placed upon them. Women are capable of far more than society has given them the chance to display. 

It’s completely unfair to view Lyanna’s speech through our twenty-first-century lenses because the circumstances are different. It’s the same argument we use when we apply feminist theory to literature. Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, if read through modern day goggles, would not be considered as groundbreaking a novel as it was at the time of its publication in 1847, but it very much was. 

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”

“Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer.“

To us, these quotes would not be that powerful. As beautiful as the language is, the concept that women feel just as men feel is not revolutionary for us. But at the time, Bronte’s Jane Eyre was certainly revolutionary in its attempt to dismantle this cultural imposition on women over their need to be the passive and submissive “Angel in the House” (a concept of the penultimate feminine ideal described by Coventry Patmore in his poem published in 1854).

Imposing twenty-first-century notions of feminism on a culture that has yet to actually experience any wave or trickle of feminism is unfair. Contextually, Lyanna’s speech was for its time revolutionary and so was Jon’s decision to have both men and women fight. Even Sansa, who is not a fighter, acknowledges this by her smirk during the speech. It is not a slight towards those who are more domestic, but a slight towards culturally imposed notions of what it means to be feminine by men who see women’s worth as only mothers, caretakers and nurturers, without acknowledging them as a whole human that is far more complex than these strict roles allow them.

And for each woman, the question of femininity is always going to be different. For Lyanna, her fight has always been against those who underestimate her right to lead and the power she commands, and that is what she specifically addresses. There’s a famous conversation by lecturer and professor of literature and gender studies Ann Snitow in her 1989 essay ‘A Gender Diary’.

Her friend says in regards to the feminist movement: 

“Now I can be a woman; it’s no longer so humiliating. I can stop fantasizing that secretly I am a man, as I used to, before I had children. Now I can value what was once my shame.”

In contrast, Snitow said:

“Now I don’t have to be a woman anymore. I need never become a mother. Being a woman has always been humiliating, but I used to assume there was no exit. Now the very idea of ‘woman’ is up for grabs. ‘Woman’ is my slave name; feminism will give me freedom to seek some other identity altogether.”

It’s always been these contradicting ideologies that simultaneously fuels feminism as a movement and hinders it. Feminists for decades have struggled to reconcile both ways of thinking, but personally, I believe neither is wrong. For me, feminism is the freedom to believe in either. 

This is why I don’t see Lyanna’s speech as being particularly anti-feminist. Saying so is too black and white of a statement, which has never been something you can attribute to feminism. The movement itself is too nuanced, as are most movements.   

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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“

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Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

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Hurt  >

Originally posted by fiddlesticksimagines

Hurt

Warren Worthington III Reader Insert

Soulmate AU

Warnings: Self-harm

Song: Hurt // Johnny Cash

A/N: I’m currently in an X-Men phase again for some reason, not that I mind. I love you all for sticking with me, not matter what I write or when.

Soulmate AU where matching tattoos on the same area of the body indicate your soulmate.

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“Protector” - One Shot

This is one of my older pieces. Enjoy jealous/angry harry :) 

Rating: M (smut) 

“What is it?” You notice Harry’s body language change drastically, his jaw clenched and his fist almost breaking the glass he’s holding on the table, his head turning back to stare at the drink, eyebrows pressed forward.

           “ ‘Snothing, love”, he lied, his face never shifted as he took a short and quick sip, never looking you in the eye. The arm around you at the booth became tighter as he pulled you into his body. He was protecting you. Something was wrong.

           Turning your head you glanced around and saw four foul, malicious eyes glaring at you, their eyebrows raised and their laughs boomed when you caught their gaze, pointing. You felt your face turn red and you turned around quickly, burying your head into the crook of his arm.

           “You shouldn’ have done that”, he grumbled, anger seeping from every pore in his body, his muscles clenched again as he heard them yelp in laughter behind them, trying to ignore the hideous phrases thrown at you.

           “Harry let’s just go. There a bunch of douche bags who’ve had too much to drink”, peering up at him, his jaw adjusted and slacked a little.

           “You said you wanted to dance”, he was draping his arm around you, now. Completely caged into his body, you could have sworn this position was safer than and prison on earth.

           “Let’s go dance. Get lost on the dance floor”, a smile played on your lips trying to loosen him up, even though you could still faintly hear the shit bags behind you.

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