merry christmas @vristspo! its technically christmas day here so im posting this before i forget with all the celebratory business later
i saw you writing nice tags on one of my other potterstuck things so i figured that might be the way to go. john sends unorthodox howlers at inopportune times. if you remember the other potterstuck piece (on my sideblog) you know how dave gets his revenge hehe. i hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year!
❝ Any day I think I’m gonna break now. ❞ ❝
I’m hearing voices in my head. ❞ ❝
It’s never making any sense. ❞ ❝
I’ve got a burning in my heart. ❞ ❝
It’s tearing me apart. ❞ ❝
Somebody call the doctor! ❞ ❝
Hey, I think I’m losing my mind now. ❞ ❝
Having trouble finding a way out. ❞ ❝
Shine so bright, this star’s gonna burn out. ❞ ❝
I take and don’t know how to give. ❞ ❝
You know I never mean well. ❞ ❝
I can’t help but to help myself. ❞ ❝
The mirror showed somebody else. ❞ ❝
There’s dents in every cause. ❞ ❝
They don’t take ya very far. ❞ ❝
We’re in a special kind of hell. ❞ ❝
It’s like a monster in the night. ❞ ❝
It’s giving me a fright. ❞ ❝
Oh when did I begin? ❞
LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME THE HERO
I’m down but you know I’m not out. ❞ ❝
I’m coming back again. ❞ ❝
Can’t break me, I’m not givin’ up. ❞ ❝
I gotta prove them wrong. ❞ ❝
Take your time ‘cause I’m not taking mine. ❞ ❝
Voice in my head said to keep on going. ❞ ❝
Don’t let ‘em see you bleed, don’t want your weakness showing. ❞ ❝
Tell me it’ll all be fine. ❞ ❝
That’s a lie, if I don’t reach out then how could it be mine? ❞ ❝
My whole world was crumbling down. ❞ ❝
What doesn’t kill you’s bound to come back for another. ❞ ❝
I’ve found a way to tame my own monster inside. ❞ ❝
Yeah we’ll survive the night. ❞
HEROES NEVER DIE
Pull out the stops. ❞ ❝
I got a way that we can get it. ❞ ❝
Just say the word, I’ll kick it up to eleven. ❞ ❝
We’re knocking on your door. ❞ ❝
Don’t break it up, break it down. ❞ ❝
We’ll kill the night. ❞ ❝
And we’ll never see the sun. ❞ ❝
I’ll call the shots. ❞ ❝ Don’t you tell me when I’m done. ❞ ❝
Live it up, this life is amazing! ❞ ❝
Don’t need to show no mercy, cause heroes never die. ❞ ❝
Now listen up, I’m gonna give you a rundown. ❞ ❝
Got you in my sights. ❞ ❝ You know I’ve got this on lockdown. ❞ ❝
This life was meant for me. ❞ ❝
Step to the plate. ❞ ❝ You gotta show me what you got. ❞
What can I make and what can I sell? ❞ ❝
Am I a fraud or a genuine scam? ❞ ❝
Am I a monster or worse, just a man? ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re all the same. ❞ ❝
To the grave we only take our names. ❞ ❝ There’s an ocean made of dreams. ❞ ❝
But the current strands you out at sea. ❞ ❝ I wake up to find the passing of time. ❞ ❝ Made my mirror show someone I don’t know. ❞
❝ But all kingdoms drown. ❞
❝ Tides bring them down. ❞
My army has fallen. ❞
The subjects stay loyal but don’t wait their turn. ❞
Now blindly they follow their king to the fray. ❞
But s/he has no action. ❞ ❝ And they have no say. ❞ ❝
But in the end we’re bound to change. ❞ ❝
We’re made for more than all of these numbers and names. ❞ ❝
We could all go down in flames. ❞ ❝ Relinquish these words from my mouth. ❞
❝ The sirens, they sing laments just for me. ❞
❝ I fall to my knees and beg for release. ❞
When my kingdom comes my will be undone. ❞
world then decides where to hang my hide. ❞
Maybe one day you’ll find humanity. ❞
Until then don’t you dare say that we are the same. ❞
Yeah you, the ones who are so excited to fly away in just a few months or weeks. Take a deep breath, this is really exciting - I know! Here’s a few tips from a girl who is not ready to leave her host country, hopefully they are a bit different from the “don’t hide in your room” tips you always hear:
1. Take photos. Of everything. A good meal, your friends, a dog you see on the street. Do not be embarrassed to take selfies in front of random things. The locals won’t get it, but they don’t have to.
2. Eat the scary thing. It might be nasty, it might be amazing - either way you have a story.
3. Don’t take a single moment de granted. Because one day you won’t see that view of the town on your long, rainy walk home. You will miss it.
4. Exchange weight is whatever. Eat all the things. Eat Japanese sweets and Italian pasta with your friends until your stomach hurts from good food and laughing.
5. A good way to make friends is just tagging along. My best friends here, I made by pretty much following them around for weeks until I became a part of the friend-clique. It works!
6. Take a deep breath. Some days, everything will suck. Remember how lucky you are to explore the world.
7. Go to school. But also skip class. Be lagom, as the Swedes say. It doesn’t translate to English properly, but it means not too much, not too little - just right.
8. Remember that you go through 5 years worth of growth in exchange. That comes with five years of emotions in one year. Feel these intense feelings, and roll with them. Let them come. It will make you better.
Good luck, my little exchangers! You’ve got the world ahead of you - go take it all in!
You understood he needed space, this was big, bigger than you could imagine, and Dean needed to find his own way to deal with it all.
Yet when you stumbled across him sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to wash everything away with beer, you couldn’t walk away.
“Hey handsome.” After minutes of debating whether to disturb him you slowly made your way around the kitchen island, still wary.
“Hi.” His voice was low and tone depressed, his eyes never leaving the collection of photos in his hands.
“You wanna talk about it?” You used your finger nails to scratch the top of his head, a feeling you knew he liked.
“Not really.” You could see his words were a lie by the way he covered them up with a long sip of alcohol.
“Dean…” You sighed, joining him on the floor, arms crossed over your chest.
“It’s just… she’s back and it’s so weird.” He leant his head on your shoulder, face hiding in your chest.
“And she’s not like you thought she was.” You ran a soothing hand up and down his arm, finger tips tickling his skin as he shook his head.
“I always had this picture in my head from what Dad told me, from what he wrote, even from what I could remember.” He looked up at you through thick eye lashes, eyes full of confusion and hurt. “It’s all so different.”
“I get that but the important thing to remember that this is your Mom, she’s alive and she’s here.” You cupped his face, ensuring he was listening before kissing his forehead. “We’ll figure out the rest together.”
“I love you.” He smiled slightly before snuggling back into your chest, your arms wrapped around each other as you sat there in silence for god knows how long.
Don’t forget how hard seventeen was. That year took more than it gave, but one thing it did give was empathy. At the very least, you can understand people’s suffering now, and you have learned that suffering is relative. Don’t forget that you’re still allowed to have rough days, but remember to help out others who are also having a rough day. And if you ever feel seventeen again, just remember with a smile all that happened at eighteen.
So this customer comes in and asks for something from the ad, which she didn’t bother to bring in with her because I work here so I obviously memorize the entire ad every week. Luckily, we keep entire stacks of them by the front door and every other isle around the store. I flip through, and the customer wants the outfit one of the random models is wearing. I immediately recognize both items because I’ve worked here entirely too long. The shirt is one I actually wanted, but it was $40, and it went on clearance for $34.98. I tell her first thing that we might not have the shirt because it’s on clearance and then show her the pants.
She argues with me about how the pants I show her are not the pants in the ad. The pants are actually advertised though, so I show her the style number, and what do you know, they’re the right pants because I know how to do my job. So she doesn’t want the pants anymore because “the ad made then look different” and asks about the shirt again. So I tell her the shirt went on clearance about a month ago, and I haven’t seen it around, but “I’ll check,” which means I walk around the clearance racks looking for it. Of course I can’t find it, and then I don’t remember exactly what she said, but she argued with me again and started grilling me about how I knew it was on clearance and maybe it was in the back and how did I know, how could I be sure?
Because this is my job, I literally was the one who scanned the department for clearance, I marked the tags with the clearance prices, and I hung them on the clearance rack. I remember thinking the shirt was cute, but I wanted to wait until it was cheaper than $35 to buy, so I was watching it, but it was gone one day so someone else had to have bought or stole it. And we don’t get more of a clearance item (Usually. Sometimes the distribution center cleans out their stock and we get things that have gone on clearance, but that’s rare.) That’s how retail works.
I had to bring the shirt up on the computer and show her that our inventory was zero and every store in the area was zero before she’d shut up, and then she bitches at me that the shirt shouldn’t be in the ad if it’s not in stores. Technically, the shirt wasn’t *featured* in the ad, the pants were and the model was just wearing the shirt, but I agree with that. It actually happens a lot that someone wants something the model in the ad or posters around the store is wearing, but we don’t have it. But that is something I can’t do anything about. If I was in charge of the ad or making items clearance or not, I’d be at corporate, and I wouldn’t be in the physical store answering your dumbass questions.
Don’t ask me for help if you’re just gonna argue with my answers. Please just keep assuming you know better and shop on your own.
A/N- Not what I originally planned to post, but I decided to do something for the holiday today. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Another part of my Uncle Sam and MJ series; this fic will make sense if you haven’t read the others.
Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.
*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my works*
Growing up Sam and Dean had never really celebrated holidays. Since MJ was born they tried to be better about it and celebrate the big ones for her, but holidays weren’t their thing. Hence how Dean had totally forgotten about Valentine’s Day, he didn’t remember till his daughter brought it up.
“Daddy,” MJ entered the kitchen, hiding something behind her back. Dean raised an eyebrow suspiciously, this ought to be good.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!’ The five-year-old waved the very pink card she’d made in her father’s face. Dean was a little shocked, how did she even know?
Dean took the card, carefully examining all the drawings, “Wow, thank you, it’s amazing! Where did you make this?”
“At Jody’s house,” MJ proudly announced, “I was bored and one of Alex’s friends told me about Valentine’s Day and suggested that I make cards for my parents. At first I was sad because I didn’t have a Mommy to make one for.”
Dean shifted in his seat and sadly smiled at his daughter, “But then Alex said that Valentine’s Day is about loving everybody, not just your Mom and Dad. She said that I could make cards for other people too. So, I made everybody a card.”
“I’m glad to hear that sweet heart, I love you.” Dean pulled MJ into his lap and kissed her forehead. He’d have to remember to thank Alex for smoothing things over.
“I love you too Daddy. Do you know where Uncle Sam is?”
“Right here kiddo.” Sam entered the room just as he heard his adorable niece calling for him. He pulled out a chair at the table and MJ hopped down from Dean’s lap and stood next to her uncle.
She held out the card for the older man who graciously accepted it. “Happy Valentine’s Day Uncle Sam.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day MJ.” As Sam opened the card a pile of glitter flew out from the inside, coating his lap in the glittery, pink substance. Dean totally lost it and fell on the floor laughing. Sam looked up at his niece, who was trying to hold back her giggles.
“Sorry Uncle Sammy. I didn’t mean for it to do that. Honest, but it is kind of funny.” Sam couldn’t help, but to join in the laughter. He winked at his niece before scooping up a handful of the glitter and tossing it at Dean.
And that ladies and gentleman is how the legendary Valentine’s Day glitter fight started.
can you tell me more about spot and you with him? you dont have to i just find it interesting! hope im not bothering you
oh, sure! i suppose there’s not too much to tell though, unfortunately. he was a small soft toy, and i don’t remember where i got him from. maybe he was a gift from a relative? but i do remember the stroller i wheeled him around in came from my neighbours when they moved (they had a lot of barbie toys from their daughter, tho i didn’t care about those i just wanted the stroller)
the stint i had him for i feel was probably less than a year, considering my childhood in that area was rather limited (only five years, from when i was 2 until 7). i was a rather active child, one of my first memories being the discovery of bees by the action of punching one. yea, i punched a bee and that’s how i found out about bees and stingers. i also once ran headfirst at a very large bearded dragon, so as you can tell i wasn’t a very ‘kept’ child.
the area we lived in was in the dip of a large set of hills, in the suburbs. my area of roaming was anywhere between these two points. it was a fairly safe neighbourhood i think, my parents didn’t seem too worried about my exploring. i remember taking spot around this area while cars drove past. for whatever reason, a large van is associated also with this memory, but family friends of ours owned a van, so yeah.
i’m unsure if anything sinister really happened, but if it did, my parents were unaware of it. i very literally have a hole in my memory between playing with spot, and then having empty hands. this was long before we moved, so there’s no risk of him being left behind while moving. maybe he was ruined, maybe he was taken. maybe i was hurt and have repressed it, or maybe it’s just an innocent coincidence. i did have a troubled childhood with my father and abuse, but we’ve long since talked about it, and i’ve accepted how his actions damaged myself and our family, and he is sort of recognising it too.
basically, i know as much as you with this information that i have, because no one else knows about it but me, and what i have is very limited. maybe one day i’ll get a kick in the teeth and remember something very dangerous and very bad, but until that moment i simply accept these holes and worries as smaller things in my past that have made me who i am today.
In honor of World Mental Health Day (which is today, October 10, 2017), how about a little self love? If you see this post, I’m challenging you to one of two things. Either 1. Like this post and separately post a photo of yourself that makes you feel good. Or 2. Reblog this post and add a photo of yourself that makes you feel good! Feel free to tag people to challenge them specifically 😉 It’s time to take back our self-esteem and stop letting other people control how we view ourselves. Happy World Mental Health day, y’all, and remember to always love yourself first! ♥️💕😘
For me, my favorite book in the series might be “The Hostile Hospital” (but it’s a close tie with “The Reptile Room” and “The Austere Academy”)
It’s the first time we see the Baudelaire’s on the run from the police, no more guardians, Poe’s gone for the rest of the series, they’re completely on their own. And I still remember the first time I read it as a kid how much this book stressed me out lol. Really made me wonder if the Baudelaire’s would get caught or worse, if Violet would be murdered.
But even when things are so grim they still care and protect each other without fault. And I’ve always admired that about them!
Urgent, I'm ftm and going to a water park tomorrow and I'm not out. I only have bikinis and my parents make me wear them. Is there anything I can do besides wear shorts or a shirt to ease my dysphoria?
I think remembering it’s only one day can help you get through it. It isn’t the rest of the week, or the rest of the summer; you just have to survive the day. Focus on the positive things happening and the fun activities you’re doing, and be in the moment instead of paying attention to how you look. Easier said than done, I know, but practicing mindfulness or redirecting your thoughts when you start to ruminate can help. You can’t always change the circumstance, but you can try your best to cope with the situation anyway, which is what our coping with dysphoria masterpost is about, although not everything in there is helpful for your situation.
I haven't checked in a while but i'm pretty sure I've read every worth while ao3 gafou fic. they're all so short or unfinished ),: i'm slowly dying
No no listen you want to know the COOLEST thing ????? I remember the day before beauty and the beast came out (I saw it on the premier), I looked up gaston/lefou on AO3 as a joke, like just to see what was on there. (Oh innocent innocent little me)
There were NINE fanfictions tagged with Gaston/Lefou.
You know how many there are now?
ONE HUNDRED. AND. THIRTEEN. 113.
Like honestly we’re witnessing the growth of what I think will become a pretty popular ship. It’s the coolest thing ever. Everyone is creating things so that in a few years we’ll have a full-fleshed out fandom. It’s amazing.
Hi! I just wanted to talk to someone, my bias is baekho so I mainly paid attention to him at first in pd101 but I've noticed that ren seems almost defeated at times..? Maybe it's the editing but I'm worried about him, he seems to have lost his confidence and I never thought he would... I lo/\e you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ (I keep on crying because of all the new fans!!!)
Yeah, I think he’s putting a lot of pressure on himself, to be fairly honest. He has a lot of fire in him, though, as we could see from his Playing with Fire performance. He always gets back on his feet and tries to put as much energy as he can into everything he does. Ren has a lot of passion and a really strong will to keep going even when things get tough. He suffers from a lot of self-doubt, I think, but he always powers through it. I believe his time to shine is coming very soon, I really believe he’s going to make sure people remember his name just as the other three have.
It’s amazing how many new fans NU’EST has gained! It’s been so wonderful, so heartwarming! It’s honestly so refreshing to see so much activity in the NU’EST tag again, when for so long we struggled to get even one update after a day. I welcome all new fans with open arms!
SUMMARIZED: Dolph is the stupid boy in this tale. Baron is the best friend of Dolph’s long time fiance, Stevie.. But Baron wants to be more. A car accident one night sort of takes this whole little story and it turns it on it’s head when Stevie wakes up from the accident and doesn’t seem to remember Dolph or their relationship.. But how will all of this end? (Disclaimer: if you happen to like Dolph, you will not like this because he is a total bag of dicks. Just saying.Further disclaimer: I am not a medical professional.)
And I’m starting this off by tagging @writergrrrl29 because she has been a huge help with this whole thing and one day I sincerely hope to return the favor somehow, fyi.. can we just talk about how one day you are going to finish your original story and I will be standing in line for a copy because yes.. I believe in you.. Also, her masterlist makes for some really, really good reading. Amazing reading.. I’m also going to tag my love, my sunbeam, Raini.. Because she got me to get off my ass and at least try to put this persistant plot bunny of mine to bed, @fan-fiction-galore you are truly an amazing person, you know that? Go read her work, she is the fluff queen and this is a proven fact! Always blowing my mind with her awe inspiring creativity.And where would I be without @panic-angel3314 and all our talks and her gentle nudges to not give up also. By the way, she has amazing things. Go check them out. And you really didn’t think I was forgetting you in this @theworldiscolorful? Because no. Never. You have been a huge inspiration for me and I greatly enjoy reading your Demon Finn au. You’re encouraging and that’s kind. It’s a rare thing, actually. In short, people.. These ladies above? A group of talented and kind souls who are and will remain my inspirations. And I wanted to say that, because I’m just having all these feels tonight. In addition, I am tagging @tvrnbvckle because she loves Baron and I think that while this first chapter or two might be rough, she’d still like to read. I just hope it’s good. Also going to tag the lovely @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch@xfirespritex and @nickysmum1909 who I might not know well but I can’t wait to get to know you guys better.
When you least expect it - Part 3: Whatever it is (SPN AU)
Characters (first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Mills), Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel Singer, Henry, Tracey, Lisa Braeden (mentioned), Ben Braeden (mentioned), Lucifer (mentioned), Sam Winchester (mentioned) - I think that is it for this chapter.
Pairings: Reader/Dean, Lucifer/Reader (history)
Warnings: bad break up stories, Sick kid story (but he is all better), feelings, I think that is it.
A/N: This is my newest series. It is a Mechanic!Dean AU and it is mostly written from the readers POV but it will have a few from Dean’s as well. It is an emotional rollercoaster so consider yourselves warned. It will have smut, fluff and angst. It will get pretty dark at some point too.
***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***
This chapter: After sleeping with each other twice how does the friend thing work out for Dean and Y/N?
Okay but guys… the ship name for Ed and Lucius should at least have “Foxy” in it, okay? That’s their thing. I’ve seen Foxma, but Foxygma continues the Nygmobblepot tradition of being difficult to pronounce, and has Foxy in it, so that’s the tag I’ve been using the past few days on here and I’m sticking with it.
This is a PSA for my tagging system, basically.
Also, I can’t believe they continued with Ed calling him Foxy. I’ve personally been hyper aware of it, but I was also so worried it would be a one-off. I’m pleased as punch that this unique nickname was the key to how Lucius deduced it was Ed. He remembered!
My entry for the 2016 Fallout Big Bang, exploring the idea of Deacon’s story about Barbara being an allegory for some bigger and deeper fuck-ups he took part in. The longest piece I’ve ever written and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. I enjoyed taking this slowly simmering idea and turning it into fiction.
A simple little fic about my sole survivor Charlotte and Deacon sitting down and having the “so… do you want to date?” talk. It’s awkward, it’s heavy, but it’s happy. It was fun to sit down and make this happen exactly how I wanted it to based on their specific dynamic.
A short fic that explores the time between Raleigh Samson’s expulsion from the Templar order and an unsigned letter dated six months later, refusing to help him find lyrium. I thought there was opportunity to explore the catastrophic shift in Samson’s environment and relationships, and flesh out his situation.
What if, by some twist of fate, a few of the mages that the Inquisitor rescued from Redcliffe had been the same mages Samson helped onto ships out of Kirkwall a decade before? I wanted to explore a time where Samson’s compassion paid off and didn’t get someone hurt or killed. I made myself cry with this one.
I saw a great prompt in the Samson tag one day, and had previously thought about how boring it was that the Inquisition never had an opportunity to confront templar atrocities. Why not use General Samson as a means to mete out justice against rapists and sexual predators like Ser Alrik? An antagonist to punish an antagonist.