powered my way through the night


“One night — it was on the twentieth of March, 1888 — I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street.

As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers.”

– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Scandal in Bohemia

10 ways to say I love you - Peter parker imagine

summary: this is the first 5 (Part 1) of 10 ways Peter Parker shows he loves you, peter x reader. alcohol consumption is mentioned in case that’s a trigger for anyone.

a/n: I actually really liked this Idea and went with it. For Masterlist click Here. I won’t write part 2 unless this gets a good amount of notes so please if you like it, like or reblog! thank you. 

Peter turned the corner of the school hallway to find you furiously unzipping every zipper on your bookbag. You were searching for a pen through your entire bag and locker. You had history next and your teacher only allowed students to write all notes and assignments in pen. The bell rang, indicating that lunch had ended and you still hadn’t found a pen. Sighing loudly you closed your locker and were greeted by Peter. 

“Hey” Peter smiled.  

“Hey” you greeted, throwing your backpack over your shoulder and slumping your shoulders. Beginning to walk towards the stairs, “Wait what’s up?” Peter asked aware of your slumped mood. You took three steps before turning to look at him, a step below you. “I just forgot a pen for class and I didn’t answer the pop question yesterday correctly, which means he will call on me to check all of my work- which I won’t be able to write because I don’t have a damn pen” you gushed out all in one breath. “Easy, take mine” he handled you his only pen. 

“what will you write with them” you questioned, warily taking the pen. “I’ll figure it out when I get there” He said intertwining your hands together and leading you to class. 

Peter rapidly tapped his fingers against the desk, spaced out from whatever the decathlon meeting was discussing today. He was counting down the seconds until the bell rang and he could rush to meet you outside your classroom. He knew you had to return the majority of your books today and he could only imagine the literal weight on your shoulders. As soon as the obnoxious ring sounded throughout the room, he bolted out of the room. 

Flying down the stairs and taking a sharp right turn towards your class, he caught you just in the nick of time. You were walking out of class with 3 textbooks stacked over your arms and making small talk with Michelle. One of textbooks started to slip from your grasp and peter was at your side immediately picking up the fallen book. “Hey Parker” you greeted him. “Hey” he leaned in, kissing you and swiftly taking all the books onto his arms, and pulled away. “Let me carry these for you” peter signaled towards books now resting in his arms. “God I love you” you sighed out while rubbing your sore arms. “I know” He shot back with a smirk. “Okay, Han solo I need to return these after lunch so meet me at the library” you pecked his cheek and turned to walk with Michelle.

“He’s so whipped” Michelle said matter of factly and laughed. 

“Petre R u up”

A text Peter received from your number at 10:30pm on a Thursday night.

“Hey what’s up? Are you okay?”

He quickly straightened up and grabbed his phone it was unlike you to send these type of texts on a school night. At once, he received an incoming call from you He picks up and starts bombarding you with questions and to which you only answer “shhh I miss you Parker” slurring in last name a bit. 

“Are you drunk right now?” he asked quickly throwing off the covers and searching the room for a T-shirt. “Maybe, I’m at Liz’s, for a project, project for science, yep a project, I’m sleeping over and we may or may haven’t gotten into Liz’s dad’s liquor cabinet” You stuttered out. You knew it was a bad idea to get drunk on a school night but you underestimated the power of alcohol and how much of a lightweight you are.  “He’s out of town, we are in the clear… I miss youu” you giggled at something Liz said. “I’m on my way” Peter whispered into his phone as he snuck out through the fire escape window. 

“no don’t come, you can’t come, no boys allow liz’s rule” you said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay” peter says worrisome into his receiver. “Okay fine…. but how are you even getting here though? you don’t drive” you question. “Uh Uber” he says, pulling his mask over his face. 

On your one year anniversary, Peter gives you the typical flowers and love letter. Until you spot the CD attached to the back of the letter. You look up at him to see the sheepish smile on his face. “You made me a mixtape?” you question already smiling. “Yeah I memorize every song you every sang under your breath to and put them on a disc” he said staring at the ground now, blushing. 

You thought back to before you and Peter were even dating, when you were just bus partners and you sat next to him with your headphones in. You knew you hummed into to quite a few songs but now you had realized you might have sung a few as well. You grabbed your laptop from your bed and slipped the cd right into the slot. Nothing played on the first try nor the second or the third. You even tried playing it on your DVD played with no luck.

“Maybe my computer disk reader is broken” you offered after seeing the look on Peter’s face. “No i just think I don’t know how to burn CDs very well, I knew I should’ve asked Ned for help I’m sorry for ruining the anniversary” He looked down at his knees. “Hey no you didn’t ruin anything Peter it’s the thought that counts here” You put your hand under his chin, “I’m serious this, today was really great” you assure him. Looking between his lips and his eyes you begin to lean in when music starts blaring from your laptop speaker, interrupting your moment. 

“Hey at least it works” You tease and roll on your side to scroll through different songs Peter picked out for you. 

Peter snapped a picture of you leaning on the lunch tables deep in thought, the camera noise going off pulling away from your thoughts. 

“You taking pictures of me again Pete?” You point your fork at him accusingly, before grabbing another ball of noodles with your fork. He just nods examining the picture detail by detail as if he wasn’t sitting in front of the real thing. His lips twitches at the way you scrunch your eyes when you’re concentrated. He follows every curve on your face with his eyes. 

“oh come on let me see it, I hate off guard pictures I always look pissed off” you reach over the table and grab his phone. You look at the picture then back at him, “just as a suspected, I look extremely pissed off at the ceiling.” Peter immediately chimes in that he thinks you look great.

“Of course you did Peter, I could wear a sock on my head and you would tell me I looked amazing” you smiled at him caressing his kiss. ”Yeah true but i seriously think you look good in this one, its wallpaper worthy” he says like staring down at his phone again. “Only Wallpaper” you ask raising an eyebrow. “You already know you’re my lockscreen and wallpaper” he rolls his eyes but nevertheless blushes. 

“Thought so, you’re mine too by the way” You smile before turning to playfully flip off Michelle after hearing her make gagging noises towards you and Peter. 

Please lmk if you want a part 2, aka the other five reasons, cause my most recent imagine flopped.

bungledramblingsofalesbianmind  asked:

Supercorp prompt! I've always had this headcanon that if anyone asked Kara to name her favorite physical feature about herself, she would say the tiny scar on her eyebrow b/c it happened to her as a child on Krypton and it's a lasting physical reminder of the life/planet/family she used to have. She gets to look in the mirror every day and see it. I'd love to read (if you're interested in writing it!) you take on that convo with Lena...

Kara is not mysterious.

She’s not, though she makes a valiant attempt at it. She’s secretive and brilliant and more than talented at putting on an act, but she’s not mysterious. While there are dozens of things that don’t make sense about her, she has a refreshing habit of wearing her heart on her sleeve, consequences be damned, and even if Lena doesn’t understand what Kara does, she certainly can follow why.

Which is why the eyebrow thing is so…confusing.

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Finals Week Skin Care Routine 📖😪📚

This semester has been kicking my ass thoroughly. Papers and exams are causing me to freak out, which is causing my skin to freak out, which requires serious damage control. This is what I’ve been doing as I grind through these last couple weeks. 😭

The key is to streamline your routine with powerful and necessary products. BE CONSISTENT.


You need to wash your face. I cut my cleansing down to a quick oil cleanse each night and a water rinse in the morning. Oil deep cleans and will remove your makeup in one step!

Heimish All Clean Balm

Mask (optional):

Congestion, dryness, irritation… There’s a mask for that. I try to fit one in if possible.

Lush Catastrophe Cosmetic or Annie’s Way jelly masks


Dehydration is common enough during a normal week. During finals week, the only thing I’m drinking is coffee. ☕  Make sure you’re hydrating your skin at least on the outside. I use a rich toner to plump my skin.

Klairs Supple Preparation Toner

Treat (optional):

This is where I ask myself: aside from the dark bags under my eyes, what needs special attention? Does my skin feel dry (the answer is yes)? Look dull (probably)? Am I breaking out (finals week? Is that a joke?)?

Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence or Cosrx BHA Blackhead Power Liquid


I don’t need to explain why moisturizing is important, right? Skin + Oil = 😊 Apply morning and night.

Benton Snail Bee High Content Steam Cream and Jojoba oil

SPF ☀️ :

You can’t rest and neither can the sun. 😪 Make sure you’re protecting your skin. Apply this every morning and reapply throughout the day.

Cosrx Aloe Soothing Sun Cream

Simplicity, timeliness, and consistency. Try your best to stick to those key principles. Oh, and get some sleep if you can.

Now, going into your finals, I leave you with the iconic words of RuPaul:

Why Spider-Man Homecoming is by far the best adaptation of them all: an excerpt of a novel by me

Tom Holland’s adaptation of this well-loved character did an AMAZING job at showing what it’s like to be a teenager yearning for adult privileges, getting them, and then realizing how much responsibility is actually entailed. The movie conveyed how this cognizance is especially jarring when you’re a young know-it-all, suddenly learning the hard way that being an adult can be scary and overwhelming. Tom Holland’s Peter Parker reminded me of how I felt not too long ago; I found myself wishing that I could turn back time just to savor every moment of being a care-free kid again, because being abruptly pushed into the real world with the expectation that I already knew what I wanted to do with my life was absolutely terrifying. I still sometimes feel this way whenever life becomes extremely uncertain and a jumbled mess. This version of Spider-Man is BY FAR the best because it realistically shows a young adult going through the highs and lows of high school (without it being super cringey), while exploring his morality as a superhero with kickass powers. Kudos to Marvel for another perfect casting of a character, and bless Tom Holland for being the perfect Spidey/Peter Parker!

anonymous asked:

prompts to do with alternate universes? like some sort of tear in a different universe or dimension?

  • While trying to summon a demon in their basement, Character A manages to heck up their runes/chanting/candle placement/etc., and accidentally opens a portal to an alternate universe. Curious, Character A bends over to look into the hole, and accidentally slips in. Character B was cleaning out their basement when all of a sudden, a screaming strangers drops from a portal in the ceiling.
  • “Oh fiddlesticks! My machine didn’t send me through time, it sent me across dimensions!” AU
  • Character A has an unusual power. Whenever they’re feeling anxious or overwhelmed, they can ‘escape’ into whatever book that they touch. Time outside seems to stop, while Character A lives inside of any fantasy world that they want. Character B is a book character in one of these worlds.
  • “You’re not going to believe this, but my closet connects to another dimension. Kind of like Narnia, but way cooler.” AU
  • When Character A has never had a night of sleep. Whenever Character A’s head hits the pillow, they they wake up in a opposite universe. In this other universe, Character A lives a totally separate life, with different friends, parents, and hobbies. One night, Character A is visited by a god and told that Character A must make a choice and decide which universe they want to live in forever.
  • “I guess this is the apocalypse. A tear in the sky and a horde of demons pouring into our universe….cool.” AU
  • Due to a near death experience, Character A can interact with part of the afterlife. They can partially hear/see/touch ghosts, and ghosts can partially hear/see/touch Character A in return. Character A is okay with this, until one particular ghost (Character B) refuses to stop following Character A.
The Morning After

Hello lovelies! I am here to grace your dashboard with some smutty goodness! Here is the request 99% of you voted that you wanted to read first. Hope you enjoy :-)

           The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, signaling the start of the day, but I had been up for almost an hour. I was always and early riser, very rarely sleeping past eight o'clock. Even though it had been late when I fell asleep the night before, I felt rested and content. Zoe was still sleeping, lying on her side facing me. I gently ran my fingers through her hair and down her back, watching her shoulders rise slightly with each steady breath she took. I took my time, memorizing every inch of her beautiful face in the gray, early morning light.

           Last night had been… unbelievable. She had been mine and I had been hers emotionally for over a year, but we were now each other’s physically as well. It had been one of the most terrifying, exciting, and beautiful moments of my life. Connecting with her that way made me feel powerful and made me fall in love with her even more, if that was possible. It was as if we were two puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly.

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Quartet Night Live Evolution Pamphlet Interview Translation

I’ve seen some of the scans of the photos going around but nothing about the interview part and as a QN trash i am, here i am translating it!

But first let me translate what these seiyuus wrote on their respective sign
Morikubo Showtaro: Tonight for sure, EVOLUTION!!
Suzuki Tatsuhisa: For everyone’s sake
Aoi Shouta: From now on, forever
Maeno Tomoaki: We are Quartet Night!

(Long post ahead)

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anonymous asked:

'I promise you nothing had ever happened at that point' and something with laur pretty please? love you

“I promise you, nothing had ever happened at that point”

“How could you?” I asked, wiping the tears falling down away from my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I… We just started talking again, you know? We somehow got back to being friendly and it was so nice, because then there wouldn’t be any awkward moments for our friends and-“ Shawn stuttered through his words.

While saying them aloud, he realised there was really no excuse. He quickly wiped a single tear escaping his eyes away.

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I just finished playing the game Night In The Woods, which tells the story of Mae, a college dropout who comes back home to the small, crumbling town she grew up in. And it’s hard to know where to begin. It’s definitely not like any game I’ve played before. I’ve looked at a few reviews of the game, and this inability to pin the game down seems to be a common feeling. It’s not a terribly long game. It only took me about 12 hours to play though it. But those hours leave you with plenty of content to try to sort out in your head long after the game is done. 

However, there is one specific theme that I feel unifies the game: survival. I feel like this is a story about survival. Not the survival of horror movies or epic fantasies full or murderous orcs and demons. In the broadest of terms, the game is about surviving life itself. Loss, stress, confusion, sorrow, hopelessness, isolation, change. It’s a game that features jobs that don’t pay enough, people who hate every waking day, families that are barely keeping it together, and friends who hate each other sometimes. 

But alongside all that suffering is what makes life worthwhile–makes surviving possible. Friends and family who love each other despite their faults. Looking at the stars through a telescope on a rooftop. Listening to a neighbor’s poetry. Pizza and video games. In the end the games doesn’t really give you an answer. There’s no giant concluding point that the game settles upon. Although, to say that the game doesn’t give you an answer supposes that the game poses a specific, overarching question in the first place. It doesn’t really. And I like that. It’s an ambiguous, grey, and foggy journey through the familiar, the unknown, and a changing world that’s never able to be just what it used to be. 

I have a hard time saying who will enjoy this game, because it walks such a fine line. Some parts of the story are depressing. Some provide hope. Some parts can be either and will create different thoughts and feelings in different players. I feel like the people who will get the most out of the game are the people who know just how hard surviving life can be. I imagine that many people are able to play this game and think, “This is me. This is about me.” And my hope, as a fan of this game, is that on the whole the game can serve as an affirming experience that can communicate a sense of “You can survive. You will survive. And it will be worth it.” 

In the meantime, as you play your way through the game, you’ll hop around on power lines, go to parties that probably won’t go well, have jam sessions with your friends, shoplift, and run around in Mae’s eerie dreams and nightmares

And some of those nightmares might just happen when she’s awake. And yes, that is supposed to sound ominous. The game is called Night In the Woods for a reason, and nothing good ever happens in the woods at night. 

It’s a gorgeous game with an often morbid sense of humor, fluid animation, and fantastic music. It’s full of mystery, which can be found in both the game’s creepy plot and in the characters themselves. More than anything else the game progresses through exploring the lives of its characters and developing the relationships between Mae and her friends. It’s a heavy game, and not something anyone should play if they’re just looking for a lighthearted way to pass the time. But it’s quite the experience and was well worth the 20 bucks it cost me (plus it’s gotten really positive reviews, so clearly I’m not the only one who likes it!)

anonymous asked:

Hello amazing humans! I was wondering if you could find some fics where Stiles and Derek are married/long term relationship and get in a domestic dispute? Like something cute and fluffy where they make up in the end? Idk man i just have a craving

At first I was like “wtf is a cute domestic????” then realized you probably just meant an argument.  lol  I watch too many police shows.  Here you go!  Established Sterek fics where they have an argument, but it’s fluffy overall (which was surprisingly hard to fill cause people don’t really tag for that, but I did my best!).  Fill brought to you by this perfect tumblr post highlighting a likely Sterek-style argument -Emmy

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I’ve Been Drinking, I’ve Been Drinking by whyamIalwaysLoislane (Whyamialwaysloislane) 

(819 I Mature I Complete)

Stiles didn’t know how he got himself into these situations. All he’d wanted from his Friday was to sleep off his night shift and maybe get some head. That was it. He didn’t want to go out clubbing with the ladies of his pack, he didn’t expect any of it. He definitely didn’t expect to accidently win a dance competition and be crowned Queen Bee.

That bit was an accident.

A Pretzel and a Pinwheel by Siriusstuff 

(1,734 I General I Complete)  *parents!sterek, married with kids

Stiles isn’t the only one who defends what’s his.

Dog Gates and Domesticity by theinspiredginger 

(2,246 I Not Rated I Complete)

 Prompt:“I want fic where Stiles and Derek get into a really bad domestic spat, something stupid and Derek comes home to find dog gates over all the doorways.”

If Stiles just agreed to fill the ice trays, there wouldn’t have been a problem.

Under Water by foxtricks (knightofbows) 

(4,111 I Mature I Complete)  *parents!sterek, married with kids

The Stilinski-Hales finally get a vacation together, but everything goes wrong.

Swim Until You Can’t See Land by Sylvesterelle 

(24,500 I Mature I Complete)  *road trips

In which Stiles and Derek work out their issues through the power of love (+ milkshakes, museums, and homemade meals pinch-hitting as romantic declarations).

Sequel to Float Until You Learn to Swim.

How Dare You March Into My Heart by tearsandholdme 

(39,588 I Mature I WIP)  *celebrity!derek, student!stiles, mpreg, au

Stiles is a broke university student and Derek is a world famous celebrity. So of course they have a one night stand and of course his whole world is turned upside down.

The Planners Become the Planees by Mickeyhale 

(50.446 I Mature I Complete)  *parents!sterek, married with kids,

Stiles and Derek are simply trying to navigate their way through raising a home full of teenagers. They rely on each other through their crazy, fun filled domestic lives. What they are unawares of, is what their children have planned for them.

Home by TheTypewriterGirl 

(167,178 I Teen I Complete)   *dead!Sheriff, happy ending

January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?


@joanc24 let us know about their fic as well!

Oh for the love of Cheesecake! by joanc24

(1/1 I 2,479 I General)

“Look, let me clean all this shit up. Take an aspirin or two and I’ll make it up to you, I swear. We can still celebrate.” Stiles manages to grab onto Derek’s hands, but Derek pushes them away.

“Celebrate what? Your betrayal? You have no idea of all the things my head came up with, but I thought to myself ‘there’s no way Stiles would ever do this to me’. And even if you did I thought we could maybe work on it or something because I love you, but now after seeing you being like this. Like is no big deal, I don’t think I want to do this anymore.” Derek’s voice breaks at the end, but he refuses to cry again. Not right now, at least.

“Betrayal? I’d hardly call this a betrayal, Derek!” Stiles’ shockingly scoffs and looks at him like he’s the one who’s crazy.

“Excuse me?” Derek is seriously considering punching him now.

unedited mess. don’t look at me.

It starts innocently. Like it’s nothing.

A few dreams, here and there, stray thoughts, lingering on things like the sound of his voice, the way he laughs, the warmth of his hugs. Things that, by all means, can be read as platonic, comfortable. And he is her partner, in the end, and meister Maka cannot see the harm in companionship with her weapon. Close companionship.

Harmless dreams of Soul, holding her hand, smiling at her. Their signature, wordless connection, maybe only turned up a notch. Half a notch. Just a hint more, closer, closer.

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anonymous asked:

lams angsty oneshot prompt — john is terrified of the dark, so one night when the power unexpectedly goes out he gets a panic attack and alexander calms him down :')

Lams fuels my heart, it really does. I love Lin, but God do I pray he never discovers my one shots.


John and Alex weren’t the perfect couple. They had arguments, Alex had severe anxiety due to his past with the hurricane and abandonment. John had PTSD from the way his father treated him and his siblings, the punishments he’d receive for stepping a toe out of line.

They made it work though - whenever Alex was panicking or going through a rough patch, John knew how to calm him. Know how to hold him so he didn’t panic at contact, knew the songs his mother used to sing to him, played with his hair, treated him the way he knew helped the best.

Alex knew how to help John. Whenever he’d panic, flashbacks plaguing his mind when he’d accidentally break something, Alex could coax him out of his mind, assuring him accidents happened and John was fine. 

They’d lived together for a few months now - actually tomorrow would be their nine month anniversary but who was counting - and life had been going quite well. Their bed was soft enough to where that’s where they’d retreat when needed, firm enough for their more intimate moments, and cozy enough for lazy Sundays.

It was late at night - or early in the morning John wasn’t completely sure - it was so dark, no stars shining, no moon illuminating their room. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, eyes still blurry and head swimming with sleep. He looked to his right, Alex face down, arms curled to his chest like a baby, mouth parted slightly as he slept. John felt a sleepy smile spread on his face, laying back down, feeling Alex cuddle into the warmth of his body.

Thunder roared through the night, causing his blood to turn to ice, eyes widening as he realized what had woken him up. Lightning lit up the room, Alex stirred slightly, eyes blearily opening, head tilting up slightly. He caught sight of John -  eyes wider than ever, body sat rigged. He leaned over to his side of the bed, flicking the lamp. 

Nothing. Squinting in confusion, he tried again, nothing. The power went out. He turned back to John, who had grabbed a pillow, holding it tightly to his chest. “Oh God…” His voice was horse, basically a whimper. 

“John, hey hey,” Alex sat up, coo’ing quietly. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re laying in bed with me, see? Feel the soft blanket? Remember you wanted the black one but I made us get blue, see, here.” He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders.

“D-Dad…h-he would, when a-a storm hit and I-I’d be, the dark! He-He’d lock me in the c-closet and - and it was so dark, oh God.” He had pulled his knees up to his chest, biting his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I know baby I know, but he’s not here. You’re in our apartment, we live a few floors below Herc and Laf. Eliza and Maria live a few blocks down, your siblings live only a few minutes away. Your dad’s not here. He’s not gonna come - he’s never going to hurt you again.”

Alex hopped off their bed, rushing to the small closet. He tore through it blindly, grabbing the soft plushie John had for years - a gift from his mother when he was younger - finding the shaped light as he came back.

He handed John the stuffed turtle, pulling the taller man to his chest. He pushed the button, letting small illuminated stars cover their ceiling. “See? It’s not that bad - you’re laying in a soft bed that cost more than both of our income combined and is bigger than our kitchen.”

John’s face, stuffed down in his blanket, he laughed a bit, small and quiet. Alex signed, wishing the storm would pass soon. He checked the time. 

3:21 AM.

He kissed John’s curls, laying his head against his, running his hands up and down John’s arms.

“Do you wanna talk baby?” He shook his head, shaking slightly as thunder sounded.

Alex’s own anxiety was acting up - he could feel it in his chest, in his mind - but he pushed it away, knowing John was having a harder time than he was. “Do you want me to tell you a story?” Some nights John would request stories, forbidden lovers, happy endings, comedies, anything to distract him.

Another shake of the head. 

Almost shly, John whispered. “Can you sing to me?”

“Yeah, yeah course baby boy. Do you have any requests?” He shrugged, and Alex tightened his hold around him.

He thought for a few moments, before a song came to mind. 

“You make me smile,
You make me sing,
You make me feel good everything,
You bring me up,
When I’ve been down,
This only happens when you’re around.”
John smiled, head coming up more so from the blanket fort he’d made around himself.

Thunder roared, lightning flashing angrily, and the lights from their room and he could see through the windows flickered.

“And I can’t go on this way,
With it stronger every day,
But being too shy to say,
That I really love you.”

“You’re never shy…” John snorted quietly, and Alex grinned, running his hands through his hair.

“I want to fly
Away with you,
Until there’s nothing more for us to do,
I want to be
More than a friend,
Until the end of an endless end.”

The storm outside roared, the rain poured, but John was safe. He was warm, held in Alex’s arms, Alex’s sweet voice singing to him.

“And I can’t go on this way
With it stronger every day
But being too shy to say
That I really love you.”

“I really love you too…” John mumbled, kissing Alex’s stomach, loving the bit of pudge his boyfriend had gained.

Alex had moved to lay back, running his hands through John’s hair. “I’ll never be too shy to show I love you…”

How I Started Practicing Hoodoo & Why

*DISCLAIMER* I am not bashing Wicca in this post only describing my own personal feelings and experiences with it. Many people of all races find fulfillment in this religion and that is valid. I am not trying to police anyone’s magic so don’t come for me. I apologize for any offense.

So I get a lot of questions in my inbox asking how I started practicing hoodoo/what resources did I use to get started and just general inquiries about my magickal background so I thought I’d address it all here.

I first started studying witchcraft when I was 12 years old. I had always been drawn to “magical” things even as a young child and this is partially due to my early exposure to the occult. My aunt always talked about horoscopes, the effects of the moon, and had plenty of teas and cures for sickness passed down from my grandmother. I also personally believe it was my destiny to find this path (however I don’t buy into the whole “natural” witch thing. I did have abilities that came more naturally to me but I have honed my craft through hard work, study, and perseverance and you can too) because I tried very hard to fight the allure to it.

Being born into a baptist (my grandpa was a minister) black home, obviously witchcraft was a no. I couldn’t even celebrate Halloween until I was teenager. However, I found myself unexplainably drawn to it and and so began my journey. I was a Wiccan for almost 3 years and performed magick this way (to be clear, not all Wiccans practice magick however I did so I will be referring to that) However, it wasn’t long until I figured out that something was missing for me. I did not align with the Wiccan rede and I felt disconnected. So I went in search of other traditions, it would be another 2 years before I stumbled upon hoodoo, I was 17. After going to college and becoming “woke” as they say, I realized what was missing; I was not represented in Wicca. All the Gods/Goddesses I was worshipping did not look like me. The high magick I was doing was draining for me, it felt cold and clinical. In Wicca (at least in my experience) it is stressed that magick should only be used when you have exhausted the mundane options and I wanted to do magick all the time! However, I thought this was the only way one could be a witch.

I started practicing hoodoo as an homage to my ancestors. I was and am always struck dumb at the ability of black folks to make something out of nothing. Through the brutal and vile acts of slavery and the stripping of our religious traditions came hoodoo. We created it to protect ourselves and loved ones, and to defend against those who brutalized and tormented us. Practicing hoodoo for me was a spiritual awakening. I did not have to call the four corners and have a wand or athame (again MY own experiences and feelings I had about Wicca. I know not call Wiccans say you need these things) I could use the soil, sticks, roots. I came to love myself and my blackness and I strive to teach others the same. I started this blog as a way to expose others to this truly spectacular practice and also to empower black people (especially black women) to find their power. To remind ourselves that mysticism, spirituality, and working the roots come natural to us if we wish it too.


This part is tricky because there is no one book or website. Information is scarce but through asking my family, books, many late night crawls through blogs, archives, YouTube videos, I have learned a lot over the years. One day I want to write a comprehensive book on this stuff but until this is the advice I have for you. YouTube is a big one though because it’s FREE. I hope this answers some of your guys questions and you feel like you understand me and my intentions clearer.

hey! i translated a small part of one of the stories in the most recent TG novel “quest”! it’s the part with touka and nishiki in the story called “tension.”

it didn’t seem to me that this had been done already, though i didn’t do a lot of searching. additionally, i’m pretty uncertain about a lot of parts in my translation (esp. dialogue), and, i welcome any corrections or tips. for the most part, i just did this for my own japanese practice/enjoyment and also bc i adore touka, and am just sharing in case anyone is interested :)

hope you all are having a good day~

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Under the Apple Tree--ch. 1

Ship:  Outlaw Queen

Rating: T

Synopsis:  After being hit by the Olympian Crystal, Robin was transported to Seattle, unable to return to Storybrooke or any magical. When it was clear he had no way to return to his family, Robin finally decided to bury his broken heart in work–founding a landscaping business, Sherwood Forestry.  Fifteen years later, Robin receives an order from the last person he ever thought he’d see again, making him realize that hope never truly dies.

Under the Apple Tree

“What’s on the agenda for today, Mary?” Robin Locksley asked his secretary as he stepped into the small office of his landscaping business, Sherwood Forestry.

Mary flipped the page of her agenda book, looked down and nodded.  “You’ve got a delivery for 8 am.  A lady in Enchanted Estates ordered an apple tree to be planted on her front lawn.”

“Enchanted Estates?” Robin asked, idly shuffling through a stack of bills on his desk.  “I don’t believe I’ve heard of the place.”

“It’s one of those big, ritzy subdivisions in Misthaven.”

Robin sucked in a quick breath.  “Beg pardon? What is the name of the city?”

“Misthaven, Washington” Mary answered.  “Tiny little town way up north.  It’s a hop, skip and a jump to the Canadian border.  I passed through there once on my way to…”

The woman talked on, but Robin didn’t tuned out.  Misthaven.  The word dredged up memories that were never far from the surface.

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Mercy Bonus Pt 1 Kol M; D. Salvatore; Reader

Song: Like I Would (Troyboi Remix) - Zayn

“Are you ready?” Damon asked behind me as I clasped the last diamond and ruby earring in my ear.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “How do I look?” I turn around, the ruby red dress flaring out around me. It was a simple dress, no glitter or jewels adorning it, but red silk. It was beautiful itself, it didn’t need anything extra for it to shine, that’s what I loved about the dress. It had a trail, but not too long, it made me feel powerful, and confident.

“You look gorgeous, come on.” Damon held out his hand, I smiled and took it. I grabbed my sliver clutch on the way out of my room, praying that this was going to be a good night.

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My Girl

Summary: A solid Namjoon fluff. The simplest things drive him crazy and make him love you even more.


Word Count: 1646

 Song: My Girl - Dylan Scott


Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


She looks so pretty with no makeup on

“Namjoon I have to get ready! I can’t go out looking like this!” She circled her face with her hand as she gave me a glare.

“Babe, you look beautiful as ever.” I turned towards her on the couch and she gave me a sigh. “We’re only going grocery shopping, who are trying to impress?”

“Ugh, my god Namjoon.” Rolling her eyes, she came out of the bathroom doorway and put her hands on the top of the couch and looked at me. “Well I guess we can go then.” I gave her a smile and got up from my spot. She grabbed the list of items we needed for tonight’s dinner, and shoved it into her purse. I stood by the door, and just watched her. She was stunning, she was beautiful. She doesn’t need foundation, or eyeshadow or eyeliner, she doesn’t need anything.

She’s perfect the way she is.

 You should hear her talking to her mama on the phone

 Her phone vibrated as we were watching TV, and when she picked it up and saw that it was her mom, her face lit up and she answered it happily.


She sat by my side throughout the whole conversation. I loved listening to Y/N talk on the phone with her mom. She treats her mom with respect, loves her mom to death, and is always assisting her whenever she needs the help. Loving a girl that loves her mom like that is easy to do.

She always tells me that she wants to be at least half the woman her mom is someday, but what she doesn’t know is that she already is.

 I love it when she raps to an Eminem song

That’s my girl

“I don’t think you can do it!” I told her as we were in the car driving to BigHit so I could finish some work up in the studio. She would be my company for the night and I didn’t mind.

“Oh yeah! I think I can!” She found the song that she was looking for and the beat flowed through the both of us. “You can’t sing your part though!” I laughed at her as she pointed at me.

“More power to you then!”

I watched her as she rapped my part in Cypher 4. The way she was so concentrated, and smiling through the whole thing. She hit every word, every note, and danced the whole time.

It wasn’t hard for me to not sing, because watching her sing my part, is everything I wanted.

 Man, her eyes really drive me crazy

 “I know you’re staring at me, I can feel your gaze.” I turned around in my chair, and saw her on the couch with a huge grin on her face, and her arm trying to cover it up.

“I’m not staring at all Namjoon.” She rolled her eyes, and I got up to sit next to her. Taking a little break from work hasn’t hurt anyone.

“Y/N I can feel your gaze drill holes in the back of my head!” I stared her down and she couldn’t stop laughing. “What are you laughing at you mad woman!” After her laughing attack, she put both hands on my cheeks and just looked at me. I looked in her Y/E/C eyes, and it’s just one more thing that drives me crazy. They truly are beautiful.

And before you know it, her lips are attached to mine.

 You should see her smile when she holds a baby

“Knock knock!” Y/N opens the door to the hospital room to reveal her sister and husband with a little one of them in the crib next to them. I set the flowers and balloons on the table, as Y/N made her way to the crib.

“Can I hold her?” Her sister shook her head yes, and with a smile on Y/N’s face, she picked the newborn baby up and cradled it in her arms. “Quick Joonie, get a picture!” I pulled out my phone, and even though she wasn’t looking at the phone, I captured the moment of Y/N looking down at her newborn niece, and smiling. Her smile lit up the whole room, she was a proud aunt.

 I can honestly say that she saved me

My girl

 As I lie awake at night next to Y/N, I think of the times before I met her. My life was never bad, it was always great. I always said that after my ex-girlfriend left me before my debut, that I would live the bachelor life for awhile, and maybe never marry, and never settle down. I had the guys, they were enough. We were always on the road, performing, and always with our fans.

But, you never realize how good you have it, until someone comes along and proves to you that you have it even better with them in your life.

And that’s what Y/N did to me.

 Yeah, that’s my girl in the passenger seat

Windows down, dancing around, causing a scene

 “THIS IS MY JAM!” She turns up the volume to her new favorite song in the car, as we head to run errands. She rolls the window down, and hollers out the lyrics so loud, that I’m pretty sure the whole city can hear her. She starts dancing in her seat, and I look downward and shake my head. Yup, that’s my girlfriend, and I get to claim her.

We pull up to a stoplight, and as another car pulls up next to us, she sings to them and starts dancing. I let my guard down and start having a laughing fit. The other car rolled up their windows, and she starts laughing with me.

“I don’t think they liked your live performance Y/N.”

“More for you then.” She winked at me and I nodded my head, as I set my hand on her thigh and she kissed my cheek.

 That’s my girl, sipping Crown and Sprite

In a ball cap turned back, ooh, she got me like

Yeah, baby girl, you gone and done it again

 “Joon!” I heard her yell from the kitchen as the boys and I were in the living room watching TV. With a few days off, this was the place to hang out I guess.

“Yes?” I came into the kitchen with her holding plates and silverware. I saw the amount of food she cooked for all of us.

“Can you grab the cups, and that thing of noodles and bring it to the dining room, pretty please?” She leaned up and kissed me, before she headed towards the table. I picked up what she needed and took it to the dining room where she had the whole table set, with food and drinks.

She was wearing a three-quarters sleeve baseball tee with ripped jeans and her hair in a messy braid with a black baseball cap turned backwards. Something so simple, can drive me so crazy.

She took a sip of something from a glass, and set it back down on the table.

“What are you drinking?” I put my hands on her hips and she put hers around my neck.

“Well for your information mister, it is crown and sprite, not your favorite. Beer is in the fridge.” She patted my shoulder and was getting ready to yell for the boys before I pulled her in for kiss.

 Making all the guys wishin’ you were with them

But I bet they don’t see what I see when I see my girl

Oh, my girl

“Wow, Joon she’s amazing.” Jin told me as she was clearing the table of our dinner and rinsing them off as she was putting them in the dishwasher. We were all looking at her work, while we sat around the table sipping away on our beers.

“You say that like I don’t already know that she’s amazing Jin.” He turns red in the face, and does a nervous laugh.

“I’m just saying, I think anyone would be content on being with someone like Y/N.” He took a sip of his drink and I nod my head.

“Yeah, hyung. She’s the best.” Jungkook keeps looking at her.

“Kook, she’s too old for you, so stop your staring.” The guys laugh, and now it’s Jungkook’s turn to go bright red.

“I know she’s great, she’s the full package, she’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more guys.” They all nodded. “And hands off, she’s mine dammit.” After the bright faces, it turned into laughs as she joined us at the table again.

 Every night when she goes to bed

She hits her knees and bows her head

Thanks the Lord for another day

I just thank Him for my girl

 As we crawl into bed, she lays her head onto my chest, and my arm around her. I let out a sigh and kiss her temple. Her eyes flutter and they finally close, and the room falls silence.

I thank God everyday for letting her path cross mine. For letting her be in the exact spot as I was that day. For letting my clumsiness get the best of me as I tripped and knocked her phone out of her hand. I thank God for the endless support she gives me, even though I can be gone for a long time as I travel. She still surprises me when she shows up randomly at some concert or fanmeet. Y/N still makes my heart pound a thousand times in my chest, and she still manages to give me butterflies in my stomach.

I thank God, because I found the love of my life.

Through the Night (밤편지)

Hello guys! this is a long fic ever I’ve written in my second language. After I finised with 1837 word counts, I was like omg, what lawlu fandom did to me, how did I write it?

Again, without the big help for them, this fic wouldn’t be completed @lululawlawlu and @haigidal  THEY BOTH ARE COOL! DON’T FORGET TO CHECK OUT THEIR TUMBLR! 

By the way, plese enjoy it! 

SUMMARY:: I asked him how can we know when we love someone, and this is how Torao answered.

“Why don’t you wake up at 2 AM.  Go to the deck. Watch the stars and the moon, to appreciate how amazing the night sky can be even though they are unreachable.”

“I know the sky with the moon and the shining stars are beautiful, but how does that answer my question, stupid Torao!”

“Because.” Torao said calmly, “When you love someone, you are going to feel like you’re gazing at a distant star when you look in his eyes. So bright that you don’t know if the stars exist anymore, because every goddamn star is in his eyes, more real to you than anything you’ve ever seen.”

                                    Through the Night (밤편지) 


I’m hungry.

Even though we had just finished a party in the evening, and because today gave me a feeling that we should hold a party for whatever reason, I didn’t care but I am a captain so everyone had to do what I said. I ate and (tried to) steal my friend’s food a lot, drank Torao’s beer because that man was sick so he couldn’t join the party. Instead, he had to sleep in the infirmary room. I felt sad for him that he missed the party- our party with meat! If I were him, I would never skip it. Torao is a serious man who believes that the only thing I do is making trouble or do some-funny-stupid-things. I disagreed- because what is the point to enjoy your life if you’re always serious with everything?

Life is a mixed-meat buffet and we won’t know which kind of meat is good or worse, so that’s the reason why we shouldn’t use our heads too much. In the end, we still have to eat it, because to throw the meat away is a crime. I can’t forgive anyone who would do that! (Except for if they give it to me, which only Torao would do. No way in hell Nami, Zoro or Sanji would give meat to me, they always complained about how I ate too much!)

Before I went to the party. I had been trying to convince Torao to stay with me on the deck so I could have looked after him because who the hell knows if Torao would behave well, stay in his bed or eat pills that Chopper ordered him to eat. Nevertheless, Robin told me that Torao was a doctor so I had no need to worry about him, and yes, stupid Torao had to agree with her, offering his meal to me because he didn’t want to eat anything. Yeah, it should have been like that but I couldn’t help myself from worrying about him.

Why couldn’t the smart ones like Robin and Torao see my point?  Yet, they considered themselves the smart ones- especially Torao whom I could easily recall was making his face for when he looked at me like I’m an idiot. No, mister, sometimes you were as stupid as me.Plus, with his over thinking habit, he was destroying himself to the point that his smile was rarer than gold. Rarely did I see his smile. I knew for the first time that his smile was the best!

Oh god, I was thinking about Torao too much. I needed to stop now before I got lost in Toraoland again. I decided to ignore his grumpy face that showed up in my mind and walked on tiptoes to the kitchen. After that, I pulled the refrigerator handle to open it, but it was locked! How!? That surprised me because I had hidden the lock in the gym so confidently that Sanji had no chance to find it. If I remembered right, Sanji had only one lock. Then how could he find it? Did Zoro help him? I was going to ask him tomorrow. Zoro should know better, that we can’t live without food, so why the hell did he do this to me!  

Fuck you, Zoro. I swore by tomorrow every sake bottle would be gone.

I was really pissed off now that I wanted to kick Zoro’s ass but my stomach was growling hard. I didn’t have enough energy. I was dying of hunger.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled to myself, “why doesn’t Torao wake up now so he can use his power to open this damn refrigerator! I’m so hungry…”

I did the math in my head. What should I do next with empty stomach? A moment passed to the conclusion that maybe, I should watch the night sky so I could forget the hunger.

I had walked to the front deck before I froze. My body couldn’t do anything. Even breathing became so hard and my eyes couldn’t look any other way except at that wonderful thing - the thing I didn’t expect to see.

 In the night sky that should make us apart, there existed the moon which was shining through by its light, covering the surface of the endless sea. But only the showing path isn’t enough to confront us. We need a little more hope to tell us that tomorrow will come. There they were, the countless stars which embraced the lonely moon.

He was standing there under the moonlight which was sharpening the features of his body. His wide shoulders in the long white t-shirt, his dark hair color that has a hint of blue, and his tall body. Despite the fact that I could see only his back, my heart was racing so fast that I was afraid he could notice me because of the heart’s beating sound. Well, I didn’t know how someone could look as good as if he had just walked out of the fairy tale book I’d seen one, but now he was there, on my ship, watching the night sky alone.

One memory popped up in my brain out of the blue. It was the day before yesterday. Torao read a drama fiction to me due to his reason that he couldn’t ignore my stubborn ‘play with me Torao’ mode so he had decided to read for me. It was quite a surprise that I found his fiction book was more interesting than I had thought, however, there was one thing I couldn’t understand clearly so I asked him -

“Why do they (the main characters) kiss so much? It’s going to piss me off!”

Torao stared at me, then his lips curved a bit into a small smile.

A deep thought inside me wanted to make him smile more, every time, with me, me alone. Never did I know how selfish I could become until Torao had walked into my life and I had no idea why.

“Because they love each other, and kissing is one of many ways to show how much you love someone, but sometimes you don’t have to love someone enough to kiss him.”

“It sounds complicated… Does it mean Zoro and Sanji are a couple because I’ve seen them kiss one time before.”

Torao’s face became red as if somebody had painted his cheeks with tomato juice while his golden eyes turned the other way.

“I don’t know, but I think there is something going on between them. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. You should ask them by yourself. I’m sure they will tell you.”

“Then how do you know when you love someone, Torao?”

“Why do you ask me, Straw Hat-ya? Go to ask Blackleg-ya!”

I bit my lip. Something told me this question must be resolved by his answer, not Sanji who is the love professional. I stared into his eyes and he did the same. We stared at each other a while until he was the first one to break it. Torao sighed heavily, looking at me like he didn’t know what to do with me anymore. He didn’t have to think about it. It was stupid, just do it! I don’t mind as long as Torao was the one who did!

“Why don’t you wake up at 2 AM.  Go to the deck. Watch the stars and the moon, to appreciate how amazing the night sky can be even though they are unreachable.”

“I know the sky with moon and shining stars are beautiful, but how does it answer my question, stupid Torao!”

“Because.” Torao said calmly, “When you love someone, you are going to feel like you’re gazing at a distant star in his eyes. So bright that you don’t know if the stars exist because every goddamn star is in his eyes, more real to you than anything you’ve ever seen.”



I asked. Then he turned his back to face me. It was Torao, but why? Shouldn’t he have been sleeping now? He was sick! He should have been asleep now, absolutely not to standing here, alone, at 2 AM.

"What’re you doing here?”

I walked faster to him than I meant to because my legs wouldn’t listen to my brain then, stopping automatically in front of the other. When I saw him clearly, I couldn’t breathe for a moment. I knew Torao was a handsome looking man with his tall body, the rebellion earrings, the black ink tattoos, and also that I’m cool and I don’t give a fuck about you face. But the problem was this: to be too god-damn good in this thin shirt was too much, I couldn’t accept it! I didn’t want him to wear the white t-shirt again, and please don’t look at me with those dangerous eyes. I could have screamed out, waking everybody out of the blue because of it!

His golden eyes were shining like his piercing earrings.

"The stars.”

I blurted out.


“The stars…”

I could see the sparkling stars in his eyes, it was too bright and so fantastic. It took me a lot of effort to take my eyes off of him. So hard, it was so hard to look somewhere else except his eyes but I needed to prove one thing. Then I watched the stars in the night sky, wondering why they weren’t as bright as those I saw in Torao’s eyes.

Nami told me once the stars were real, no faking one. If we were lost, we should look for the brightest star in the north. I tried to look for the brightest star in the enormous sky but it was nowhere.

Then I looked into Torao’s eyes again.

Oh, I found it.

It was there.

The brightest star was there in his golden eyes.

“Straw Hat-ya?”

Because of his voice, every single piece that had been up in the air was putting itself back together into the picture that I never knew it was before.

The stars were too bright and unreachable. I didn’t know what was real anymore.

I pulled him to me, then kissed him.

Kissing was neither as hard nor as bad as I thought. Instead, it was like cotton candy, coffee, a winter kiss, a sea wind, being mixed up into a drug.

When I used my tongue in his mouth. I knew instantly that everything I’d been looking for was lying here.

Was it real?

Am I real?

Is he real?

Did he kiss me back?

I don’t want to know anymore.

I pulled him away then pushed him hard onto his back, kissing him over and over again until I found out where the real stars existed.