part two

Goodbye Sleep, My Friend. It Was Nice Knowing You

Author’s Note: This is part two to ‘Please Shut Up’. This is dedicated to  kittykatt875 and  myprincecharming-drivesanimpala who are both precious cinnamon rolls and are great at motivating me to write

Word Count: 3187

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summary: Part two to ‘Please Shut Up”. Your new assignment requires a live model and you don’t really know anyone other than Dean

Warnings: Swearing

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Dean was having a nice dream. There was pie involved. Lots and lots of pie. There was also a couple of girls there too. For some reason, he thought he caught a glimpse of Y/N in there too. Unfortunately, he was being slowly pulled from that very nice dream.

Dean groaned and hugged his pillow tighter, trying his very best to cling on to that wondrous dream and blissful sleep. There hadn’t been any music blasting from a certain dorm - ahem, Y/N, ahem - room for the past few weeks, and he had actually been able to get some sleep. Which was being interrupted by a sharp rapping at the door.

“Go ‘way.” Dean mumbled, shoving his face deeper into the pillow. Maybe if he ignored whoever was at the door, they would get the hint and leave him alone.

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"It's So Much More Than That" Part Two of Two of TIHEA

“It’s so much more than that.” BEEP BEEP BEEEP. End of Part One ————————————————— As I heard the final never-ending BEEEP of the heart monitor, deciding fate for us, I hugged Mom, crying. I couldn’t believe she was gone. Mr. Leger, Lucy, and Miss Marlee were sobbing and they all had their separate moments with Mom before leaving. It was amazing how one woman could impact not only her closest family and friends, plus Illéa. No, she couldn’t go, there was too much waiting for her here. Family and friends and even…strawberry tarts. But she did. I knew I was staining her shirt, but I didn’t really care that much. All I wanted was for her to be safe again, for her to be back with us. After staying with her for thirty minutes after she passed, I whispered, “Goodnight” and turned to leave, only to bump into the heart monitor while I was going. 

 Like magic, suddenly I saw the green line pulse. That one little movement, everything depended on it. Whether Mom would live or not, whether the amazing Queen America Singer would live or not. Because they were two different things. But I looked at that green pulse, and I believed. “No one is more powerful than me,” I muttered under my breath again. Not even death. My brothers and Dad gathered around me, watching intently too. Then we heard it. The sound of soft gravel on a road, nothing like my Mom’s usual slightly smirking voice that was like bells, but it was something. “What do you mean goodnight? I’m right here and awake!” she managed to croak out. 

“M-mom?!” I managed to blurt. We all stared at her in disbelief and rushed over to her side. She coughed a little bit, but she was okay. It was a miracle. We talked to her and rejoiced, and told her stories of what had been happening around the palace, all the news, and it seemed normal again. Ahren went to France, sure, but no one really cared at the moment. We were all back together. After a while, Mom suddenly spoke. “Hey, can I speak to Eadlyn alone, please?” Dad, Ahren, Kaden and Osten left the room. “I heard what you said, Eady, about the suitors, and finding more than happily ever after.” Her voice was still a bit maimed, but she was slowly regaining health. “And I’m so glad you finally have realized that a partner might do well for you, when you’re running this country. He could help you through the hard times, rub your back even.” A small chuckle escaped us both. “After all, true love is the most inconvenient kind.” But the one thing I knew was that the love for my mother would never be crippled by an inconvenience, and I fell asleep with my head next to hers, thinking about that. 

 A/N: I just have to say YOU THOUGHT

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I was tagged by m2rl3n3 💀💀

C- Calaveras y Diablitos | Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

L- La Dosis Perfecta | Panteón Rococo

A- A Solas | Amantes de Lola

N- Nostradamus Mucho | Molotov

D- Detrás de los Cerros | Jaguares

E- El Hoyo | Manu Chao

S- Solin | Maldita Vecindad y Los Hijos

T- Tzunami | Porter

I- Impacto | Enjambre

N- Nada | Juan Son

O- Oración Caribe | Natalia

What to do: Find songs that spell out your name and list them

I tag: whoever wants to do it go ahead!! 😄😁

Homestuck Cosplay, More Like

“How the fuck did you get your paint so even??”

“Do you think they will let us take a hot glue gun into the con?”

*is constantly feeling horns to make sure that one bit stayed on*

“I can’t get this grey paint off my phone”

“Is this bag making my paint rub off?”

“Shit shit shit I’m not supposed to eat with my fangs in”

*hits someone while bending down to get somesthing* “Oh shit sorry I forgot about the horns”

“We’ve been here so long I forgot that I was grey”

“I think I lost a fake nail in my food”

More Relationship Advice
  1. Seek God first, and all shall be added onto you.
  2. Maturity is determined by faith in God.
  3. An educated man/woman will push you to be better.
  4. Masturbation/ pornography will take away from your marriage sex life.
  5. If you like someone, don’t lust for them, pray for them.
  6. Looks aren’t enough, ever.
  7. If you need validation for a relationship, seek counsel, not likes.
  8. Forgiveness and prayer solve all misunderstanding.
  9. Enjoy your youth and stop dating around.
  10. Short-lived compliments are just that- short-lived.
  11. Don’t pursue someone who treats you with no respect or regard.
  12. Intimacy is more important than sex. Remember that.
  13. Don’t sweat the petty stuff.
  14. Be with someone who makes you a better Christian and human being.
  15. Grudges weigh down relationships. Avoid them.
  16. Don’t gossip about your partner.
  17. Date, Court, and Marry intentionally.
  18. Friendship is the best foundation for a good marriage.
  19. Talk it out, always.
  20. Flattery doesn’t make up for real communication. 

Part one is here.

Crown Princes of YA (Part two)
  • Maxon Schreave (The Selection):I found a new friend to induct into our circle of heirs to fantasy realms *whispers* and hopefully to l;ighten the mood of all our depressing situations.
  • Prince Kai (TLC):What's your story?
  • Cal Calore(Red Queen):I really don't belong here.
  • Dorian Havilliard(TOG):Why? What's wrong? It couldn't possibly be any worse than what we've already faced.
  • Cal Calore:My half brother and my stepmother manipulated me into killing my own father so now I've been exiled and lost my title and my family.
  • Maxon Schreave:Oh, that's... really sad. I'm sorry.
  • Prince Kai:Hey, you know what always helps for me when someone tries to steal my throne?
  • Cal Calore:What?
  • Prince Kai:Getting kidnapped by my girlfriend and her rebel group and then starting a revolution to try and fix this cruel, cruel world.
  • Cal Calore:*bursting into tears* My girlfriend and her rebel group already did that!
  • Maxon Schreave:*facepalms*
I want to be your passions. Include your frustrations when things don’t go as planned, and you run your hand through your hair or you bite your bottom lip excessively or you make that groaning sound from your throat. Include your fascinations when epiphanies hit you and your eyes sparkle like Christmas lights, or when you discover new things and your lips curve in that half-upturned way, halfway between a smile and a smirk. I want to be the first sip of coffee or the languid way you put on clothes when you haven’t had your coffee yet. I want to be the refreshing moments, like when you just got out of your shower. Or when you laid on your bed after a long, tiring day and you feel the knots on your back unravel. Or when you put on clothes freshly taken out of the dryer. Or when you learn something new, something good, something special, about yourself. I want to be the scent that takes you back to your childhood days when your mom would kiss your bruised knees, or when your dad would lift you up on his shoulders because you were the ruler and the world was for your conquest. I want to be a remembrance of family Saturday brunch, of the first day in kindergarten and the excitement in your eyes, of playground swings, and of making blanket forts with friends. I want to be your favorite song. Oh I wonder what it would be like to be the melody that soothes you. The music that creates slow dances in your heart and spins your soul into circles. Maybe I just want to be any song that knows your heart thoroughly and leaves imprints of memories in its wake.
—  (NJ.) // tired eyes & weary soul but still a beating heart #2