only in this stupid world

@soapandsofas took this absolutely stunning photo of me on the way to the convention this morning.

1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names Prompt Challenge

This is a prompt challenge @suddenclarityharry had the inspiration for after reading some of the feelings described in the book 1000 Feelings For Which There Are No Names.  Participants pick a random number between 1 and 1000 and have to use the feeling described to write a short fic in a week’s time!  We hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoyed writing them.

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Most countries have some sort of legend about their citizens being descended from some mythical, magical people many millennia ago. White folks have the Aryans, Polish people had Sarmatia, and the Scots had Egypt.

There exists a legend about how all Scottish people are descended from Scota. According to lore, Scota was the daughter of an Egyptian pharaoh, who was exiled from Egypt and settled in Spain. Her descendants, the legend continues, would eventually travel north and settle Scotland and Ireland where they could keep the Egyptians’ innate hatred of pants alive.

The details between the legend of Scota and Highlander don’t match exactly, but they are perfectly compatible in spirit. I mean, the movie (and I mean only the first movie because I refuse to acknowledge everything that came after it, for the same reason we all choose to ignore the fact that the most delicious food eventually turns into poop) is all about singular, immortal people influencing history.

Because Highlander is already a kickass movie, I choose to believe that it’s secretly way grander than I ever thought. I choose to believe that Connery’s Tak Ne was born in Egypt, lived in Spain, then crossed the English Channel and created all of the Scots with his penis many years before the events of the first movie. It not only helps expand the world of Highlander without stupid-ass aliens, but it also makes total sense because if there’s a man who embodies the spirit of Scotland more than Sean “I-Got-Knighted-By-The-Queen-While-Wearing-A-Kilt” Connery, I haven’t heard about him.

4 Movie Theories That Explain Bizarre Casting Choices

It is so sad that your eyes makes me
the happiest person
yet I can’t stop crying
whenever I see you

It is so sad that you belong
to another
yet I can’t stop loving you
or stop staring at you

It is so sad that you only think
this is a stupid crush
yet you mean the world to me
and I can’t give up

It is so sad that you are the
definition of perfection
yet I am like a worthless painting
and you won’t even look at me

It is so sad that people only see
beauty and looks and no soul
yet your soul haunts me inside
and your body is fire

It is so sad that I am dying slowly
and so painfully
yet no one understands me and
I want you to know it only

It is so sad that you are the only one
I would want to be there for me
yet you prefer to be there for her
and I am here all alone
and waiting

- Hira

Blind Date
A/N: This is my entry for @one-shots-supernatural and the Kayla’s birthday challenge. I hope you will like it :) Have fun with it!

Words: 3.345

Warning: none, just fluff

Pairing: Reader x Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

11 p.m. and you walked into the cheap motel room you shared with Dean and Sam Winchester. Sam was sitting at the small table in the room and did some research for the next case. Dean was lying on his bed, one of his arms was folding behind his head as a pillow and in the other hand he held a bottle of beer. As you entered the room, Dean was about to take a sip of his beer but he stopped in his moves as he saw your face. Both boys were looking at you, then at their watches and then at each other.

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Don't Forget, I Love You

It was easy to tell when America was upset.

After the world meeting, the nation was… off. Gone was his sunny demeanor, instead his stance was slumped, he got quiet, and he shrank into himself. England was visiting, and as soon as they both arrived home, America shut himself in his room. Odd.

“America? Love? Are you alright?” England asked at the younger nation’s door, worried. Silence. England tried again. No response. He jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. England gave a deep sigh, resting his head on the door. “Would you stop being an absolute twat and come out? I guess you’re not as heroic as you claim.” Still, nothing. Now England was really getting worried. Insults almost always did the trick. Well, he was knew one thing would work without fail: food.

England knew by now that he couldn’t cook, but he could sure as hell bake!

After a good hour or so, (with failed attempts to coax America out,) England simply placed the baked goods outside his door, letting the smell waft into room. It didn’t take long for the young nation to open the door.

England quickly snatched up the plate of food. “Not until you let me in.” America opened the door wider, turning back inside. The older nation quickly followed, placing the plate down on the bed. England gazed deep into America’s eyes. “Now tell me. What’s wrong.” America squirmed, but England remained firm. “Tell me.”

America flopped down on his bed, turning away from England. “Why am I so unlovable?”

The question genuinely shocked England. “What do you mean poppet?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know. You can see the way the other countries look at me. I’m just some obnoxious, stupid, silly clown who’s only a burden on the world. Everyone wishes I was gone. And-and I agree with them. I’m useless. I wish I didn’t exsist.”

The confession broke England’s heart. “America, look at me.” The nation complied, and England saw that he was crying. England wiped his tears away. “America, that isn’t true-”

“Yes it is and you know it! Don’t lie to me.”

“Young man you will listen to me!” The older nation yelled, causing America to wince. Softer, the Brit continued. “That isn’t true. Truth is, meetings would be boring if you weren’t there. The others won’t admit it, but they love your optimism. It reminds them that there’s still hope and happiness in this world. You’re intelligent, anyone can see that. With all that your country has produced, and the way you act during wars, there is no way you can’t be. You’re ideas would be clever, you just need to put more thought into them. America,” England lifted the younger nation’s chin up “do you really think that no one loves you? Certainly Canada does, and France too. For God’s sake I love you. More than anything.

America sniffed, wrapping England in a big hug. “Thank you.”

“Of course love, now eat these. I didn’t bake them for nothing.”

Of course America would never admit that he had a huge soft spot for England’s baked goods, but those were the one thing he could make, and they were very delicious. The island nation smiled as he glimpsed America’s usual demeanor start to return, receiving a kiss from said country in gratitude.

America tried to get up, but England refused to allow him. “Let me pamper you, poppet.” America huffed but allowed his lover to gently rub his back, working out the knots that had built up. All the while England whispered sweet nothings into America’s ear, causing him to blush slightly. When that was done England lead America to the couch, where he snuggled into him, knowing how much America loved that. The only time they broke contact was for England to bring him food, feeding him and punctuating each bite with a kiss. After hours of this, the two nations entered the tub, where America allowed England to wash him. He was completely at ease, even becoming sleepy. They both collapsed into the bed, where America instantly wrapped himself around his lover.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” America whispered as soon as they had gotten comfortable.

“It’s always nice to hear.”

“No, I’m serious. You’re the best, and I’m sorry you had to see me like that and thank you for taking care of me and I lov-

England kissed him, effectively shutting him up. "Shhh love. I care about you. That’s all the reason I need to lift you up when you’re down, isn’t it?”

America couldn’t argue with that, so he gave England one more kiss on the forehead before falling asleep with a smile on his face and a mind at ease.



Demon Finn Balor Fanfic

Okay so here’s the first chapter, hopefully you enjoy it! :)

Callie’s Pov

*tap tap tap*

I sit on my bed looking out my window watching the rain as it hits and rolls down my window.

I sigh and get out of my bed. I grab a jacket and some shoes and put them on. When I walk outside, the rain is starting to stop.

I put on my hood and start running towards the woods. After running for a little bit, I reach the woods and stop.

My father used to tell me to stay out of the woods, but it has always fascinated me. The woods is my only escape from this stupid world.

I start running again and decide to take a different route instead of my usual one.

As I’m running down the path, I see a really huge house. I stop running and walk up to the gate door, but I see something in the window move, so I back away.

The door cracks a little bit, so I turn away and start running back to my house. When I get back to my house, I walk inside and lock the door.

I take my shoes off and walk into the living room to watch TV. As I’m sitting on the couch and watching TV, I hear a knock on my door.

I get up and walk to my door, but when I get there I see a note on the ground.

“You saw my house so you better watch your back, you never know when I’m going to capture you.”

The note falls to the ground and I run to my phone to call 911. When I dial the number, there’s no sound coming from the phone so I grab my cell phone. While trying to call again, my cell phone shuts off and says out of service.

I run up to my room and lock the door then go and hide under the bed. “Didn’t anyone tell you there’s monsters under the bed?” I hear a voice ask.

I scream and try to crawl out but the person gets ahold of my foot.

“Let me go!” I yell. “Like I told you, since you seen my house I’m going to capture you. Now stop fighting so much or else.” The voice says.

“Or else what?!” I scream. I feel claws going down my leg and I start screaming in pain.

“Stop! I can’t feel my leg!” I scream. The person stops and crawls out from under the bed and grabs me then throws me over his shoulder.

“Put me down you crazy son of a bitch!” I yell hitting him in the back.

“Either you stop or I’ll kill you right now.” The man musk’s. I stop and look at his back. He has what looks like to be paint on his back.

“Why do you have paint on your back?” I ask. “That’s none of your business.” He snarls walking down the path I ran down earlier.

“It’s not like I can tell anybody considering you captured me and you’re possibly going to kill me.” I say.

“I’m not going to tell you and that’s final.” He says opening the door to his house. He locks the door and puts me on the ground.

I get a better look of his face and see that he has more paint on his chest and face.

He also has the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Did you hear a word I just said?” He snarls.

“Uh, no.” I say. He huffs and says, “My maid, Maria, will clean your cut and show you where you sleep. You will also have a tracking device put in your body so I can track you down if you decide to run away or something.”

“Whatever.” I say. I see his jaw clench so I put my hands up in defense and walk with Maria up the steps. “I’m sorry about how Finn is treating you, honestly he’s better than this.” Maria says when you walk in the bathroom.

“He’s better than what I just saw? That’s a shock.” I say sitting on the chair. “It may not seem like it, but that boy has a heart of gold. I’ll tell you more about him one day. As for right now, let’s get your cut cleaned up before he comes busting through the door.” She says putting peroxide on a cotton ball.

Feeling strange again. I heard the music in my ear,
two lackeys hitting it up on the sidewalks, feet clicking

and it was bound to be jolly. I shut up and thought
about Art. I was going to be a Poet, goddamn

Yessir. I threw it back like liquor. Only that was a massive
lie. I was only seventeen - imagine - newly minted 

seventeen, still soft, still stupid. But the world hollered
like a mad dead thing. I wanted to dance. I hurt myself 

with it, the wanting. How do you explain a thing like
that? It was all very crazy. I sat next to this boy

in English class, every two days. I fell in love. I was
ready to rip open the sky. Touch touch touch; that was all

I could ever think about. My body like a chimney
soot all over the insides. I wrote about it in the afternoons,

thought about him on the train. Everything muffled
except that awful music. I dreamed I was a fish, or maybe

a whale, stoppered in a very big jar. I was fined fifty dollars
I grew cancerous hands. After a while, it all turned

to dust. In the end I shook off my own skin, a perfect 
reptile. Stormed out belting some sort of war song.


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Take Time to Realize (Part 4 of 4)

Request: Modern Day!AU They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,492

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: And we have arrived to the end! Hope you enjoy it, guys!

Originally posted by natpekis

You stare at him. Because there isn’t anything else you can do, really. You just look at Bucky like he’s grown another head. Your mind is running at a hundred miles per hour and you can’t believe it. You can’t believe he’s standing before you, saying such selfish things.

“Why?” you find yourself asking.

Bucky seems surprised by your question but he takes a deep breath and his eyes are piercing right through yours.

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Hindu Mythology: The Birth of Saraswati

When Brahma was creating the universe, he realized that he was creating chaos and stupidity. He was creating a world of only men, when he intended a being both man and woman. He didn’t understand quite what a woman was, so he birthed one from his thigh. A model, perhaps.

Her name was Saraswati, and she would be the Goddess of knowledge and learning and the arts.

She played the veena while he created and provided logic for him to incorporate into the universe. But Brahma had never seen a woman before, and looking at her, he was filled with desire.

He started to pursue her. Saraswati, knowing that he was her father and that this was an immoral act, ran to heaven. He grew a head that stretched so long it followed her there. 

After a while, she finally gave in and agreed to marry him if he agreed to make more women. He did.

Eventually, before a meeting with other gods, he took another woman. Infuriated and insulted, she barged in.

Saraswati cursed everyone in attendance for eternity for not saying anything to Brahma and standing up for her. The curses could not be stopped, they could not be altered by any male God.


Pirates of the Caribbean - At World’s End  (1/?)