memory found || stiles stilinski

word count: 4242

warnings: season 6 spoilers, mentions of sex, light swearing

prompt: part one of this imagine

author’s note: yeah, so i got just a little carried away with this tbh. i really liked the idea of this imagine and i am really happy with how it turned out. also, THAT SEASON 6A FINALE! AM I RIGHT?? anyways, enjoy this imagine and feel free to make requests!


By definition, Stiles and Y/N were friends with benefits.

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I get that familiar, yet painful nostalgia
I’ll walk down the old streets we used to roam
Through the places we made our stands against authority
Old shops we filled with laughter throughout the night
Even restaurants we curled up in after a long day
But I don’t tour this hall of memories for you
Or some desire for a second round of “us”
I don’t miss you
I don’t want you back
I know what you really are
I have seen behind your mask what your true intentions always were
And I’ve come to realize I’m not that stupid
I want better
I have learned
But on days when the leaves and wind call to me from those autumn days
I know I am just missing the happy memories
Missing the moments we shared and how they made me feel then
But as we all know
A relit cigarette never taste the same
The second dose never feels as good as the first
Every single story has an ending
—  I can’t let myself miss you

i have so many headcanons about bendy and the ink machine. specifically what the cartoon was like

i like to think that boris was a wolf that was looked down by everybody because of how “stupid” he was. this is the olden days where mental illnesses weren’t recognized so much and the ones that were were viewed as dangerous. so once boris’ parents passed on nobody was really willing to be there with him. he has managed to get some work, but it doesn’t pay much. and he’s so very lonely. he just wants a friend. a best friend even! how great would that be? but nobody wants him around… 

then he came across a local church that was warning people about summoning demons. about how horrible it was the terrible cost to pay. but boris heard that when you summon a demon you can get anything as long as the proper price can be payed. boris doesn’t have much, but a best friend is priceless! somebody to have fun with and play board games and go to the movies and help comfort each other when they’re down. boris was willing to pay whatever terrible cost to get a best friend. 

it takes a long time, but after lots a research and some shady deals has everything he needs to summon a demon.., no, his new best friend!! he performs the ritual, citing the proper words when the candles around him go out despite there being no wind. a chill fills the air and the candles relit with black fire. a dark cloud starts building in the center of the circle and grows taller. boris briefly wonders if this was a good idea when POOF. the clouds disperse and there stands a short demon, his face is blank. then he blinks and glances around the room. he spots boris who has scooted back a few feet and looking a bit scared. the demon grins. he walks towards boris, closing the distance between them. boris is in too much shock to move. and then the demon sticks out his hand, still smiling but never speaking a word. after a couple seconds boris catches on and grabs the demons’ hand, allowing him to pull him up from the floor. 

once boris is up on his feet the demon starts shaking his hand and looks quite pleased. boris grins and shakes his hand back. after a few seconds the demon lets go and stands back a little, looking at boris expectantly. 

boris starts, “my name is boris! what’s yours?”

the demon lifts and waves his hand above his head. sparkly letters appear spelling out ‘bendy’. 

“that’s a nice name! so, um, i was wondering if you could help me?”

bendy nods, smiling a bit wider

“could you be, um, sorry if this is silly, but will you be my best friend?”

bendy’s smile drops and he blinks a couple of times. he’s never heard of such a strange request before, but then his smile returns full force and he nods again enthusiastically. this could be fun

boris is beside himself with happiness. he’s got a new best friend!! how exciting! he tries to hug his new friend, but bendy steps back out of reach. boris is a bit confused. bendy twirls his hand in a circle looking at boris like hes expecting more. boris remembered that one important detail.

“oh! um, well, what do you want in return?”

bendy smile widens. this stupid wolf just gave him free reign over what he could ask for. he could ask for his soul and then drag him back to hell. or ask for him to gather people so he could take their souls and take them back to hell. …but it has been a long time since he has been in the living world. he doesn’t want to leave so quickly. 

while bendy thinks his face takes on an expression of deep thought. boris starts thinking about the things he could probably give up. his home? would living on the streets be worth it? umm, lets just look over all the other options first. his life? ehh… his senses? sight or hearing? taste? would those be good? …what could a demon do with a sense of taste? no, it should be something useful. his job? well, uh….maybe. then boris was struck with a thought

“at the bakery i work at,“ bendy glances up, “we make lots of desserts and the workers are allowed to take home a couple after work. i could give those to you? would that be enough?”

bendy blinks and thinks it over. he’s always loved human food, especially sweets. but that doesn’t cut it for all the boris is asking for-

“and i suppose i could let you stay at my house, and provide meals?”

that’s better. not only would he be gifted meals, but he has been given permission to stay in the living world. for all that’s provided its just barely enough, but hey, boris didn’t state that he had to be a good best friend now did he?

bendy looks at boris and grins while nodding. boris has got that look on his face again that looks like he’d explode with excitement. he holds out his hand.

“so its a deal?”

bendy grabs his hand and shakes. boris feels a weird sensation creep through his hand and into his entire body. he suppresses a shiver as he feels the weirdness settle in his chest. the candles light shifts from black to yellow and the air loses its chill. boris blinks at the sudden shift, but then smiles widely and gathers bendy up into a hug. bendy’s smile looks strained, but he allows it. 

and then over the course of the cartoon you see all the wacky adventures they go through, mainly spurred by bendy’s trickster nature. and then as they spend more and more time together bendy behavior starts to shift. you dont spend several months with an oblivious wolf who is kind to a fault without something changing. 

the tricks he pulls on boris start becoming less harsh and he starts pulling pranks on the people who hurt boris. they get mad at him and say that he should keep that thing under check. boris gets really mad at that comment and says that bendy is just having fun and they shouldnt be so cruel. and they keep arguing and of course bendy hears it all. he’s never heard boris so angry before and at that moment he realizes just how much he means to boris. he vows to pull even more tricks against those nasty jerks. 

and more episodes pass as bendy keeps up his promise to himself until an episode called, “boris is missing” happens. obviously, boris is missing leaving bendy quite confused. he’s not in the house anywhere and although its boris’ day off bendy checks his work too. he’s not there either. bendy tries not to worry about it, but then he remember those jerks who would hurt boris and he wonders if maybe they took things too far and he’s hurt somewhere. so he went to the hospital to check, but they say they dont have him. he’s starting to panic at this point, because boris is always around with bendy and for him to just disappear like this… something must be wrong. 

he checks all the alleyways. nothing. he checks the stores. nothing. the park, the library, the entire town. nothing. bendy just feels straight panic. has he been kidnapped? is he trapped in somebodies cellar? is he in some trunk of a car heading out of town? aaaaaaah, calm down, uhh, maybe there are some clues at the house he missed? a note stating where he went? bendy runs back to his house. he opens the door and


bendy silently screams and falls back. he looks up and boris is standing above him. he had a wide smile on his face which dropped into deep concern once he saw bendy’s face. he immediately starts apologizing and saying he didn’t mean to startle him so much, bendy pulled lots of pranks so he thought he’d prank him too. it was stupid he shouldn’t have done that, he didn’t think bendy would get so scared from a boo. 

boris is kneeling by bendy as he keeps saying sorry and bendy’s expression is blank as he tries to understand everything. after about half a minute it clicks and bendy starts shaking. boris becomes even more worried cause oh my gosh, i just ruined this friendship and he’s shaking in anger and why did i think this was a good idea? but then bendy tilts his head back and he’s laughing so hard that tears are streaming down his face. and now boris is the one who’s confused. he isn’t sure what to do when bendy wraps his arms around him and he realizes with shock that for the first time bendy is hugging him. he gladly hugs back. 

and in the episodes after that bendy hugs boris a lot more often and becomes more touchy-feely in general. he still pulls a few pranks on boris, but they’re incredibly mild. like when he pies boris in the face but boris is happy saying that its his favorite flavor. and when anybody tries to hurt boris like before for some ‘strange’ reason something horrible happens to that person. such as when mr. tiller called boris a useless moron and somehow a piano landed on his head. people learned quickly to stop harassing boris. 

and the show goes on like that with bendy and boris being best friends and getting into shenanigans. 

so now bendy wouldnt trade boris for anybody in the world. and he’d get awfully mad if, say, boris had his chest ripped open. oh, he’d want to hurt whoever did that to his best friend in the worst way possible. 

Eldritch Monstrosities

@grey2510 made the mistake of tagging me with a vague request for thoughts on Eldritch Monstrosities right after the episode aired.  I have too many thoughts.  My friends have been putting up with me begging, whining, and pleading for some form of Eldritch monster for months — and not just the Eldritch Bunker, as much as I enjoy that headcanon.

One of the problems that SPN has is reduction of scope.  Everyone likes to comment on this in the form of “demons used to be so scary and now…”  One of the basic tenants of the show is that humans are the real monsters; therefore all monsters are human, on some level or another.  This is great for themes, but there’s a certain point where clinging to that tenant starts to mess with the sense of scope/scale to the universe and the overall tone of the show.

We’ve gotten to the point where even God and his Sister are people, and that’s a problem for a show that relies upon escalation in its Big Bad mytharcs.  You can’t go bigger than the being that created everything and the being that was there before even him.

Originally posted by hellsbells91

Unless you go back further.

One of the basic formula for creation myths is “in the beginning there was Chaos; and then there was a division between opposites.”  Light and dark, fire and ice, earth and sky, yin and yang.  Sometimes the gods create the division, and sometimes it’s just there before the gods are.

The Empty is our Chaos.  It’s the answer to the riddle of “what came before eternity?”

Back up, what the heck do you mean when you say Eldritch Monstrosity?

The definition of eldritch is something eerie, weird, spooky, otherworldly; (also “oblong” in certain dictionaries).  There are theories that tie the origin of the word back to the Fae Folk and Faerieland.  Where most people know it from is H.P. Lovecraft, though I am not going to delve into him.

When it’s used in a fictional setting, it’s shorthand for something otherworldly, but more than that it’s something that we can’t properly understand.  It’s beyond the scope of human reality, something so big and so powerful and so far above the world that we can’t even begin to get a hold on it.

I also need to expand my definition a little bit here; because of the genre we’re operating in, creature and being does not just mean humanoid, or tentacle god-thing, or morphic smoke or goo.  It’s also buildings and locations (see The House of Leaves, The Haunting of Hill House, and Demonreach in The Dresden Files for good examples of location and building entities).

For characters, look at beings like Discworld’s Death; Dream and the other Endless from Sandman; Tom Bombadil from The Lord of the Rings; any of Lovecraft’s Elder Gods; or creatures like the Pale Man from Pan’s Labyrinth.  In Supernatural, Death has been our key example for years, and he’s really the best example for scope.

Death: “You have an inflated sense of your own importance.  To a thing like me, a thing like you, well.  Think how you’d feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky.  This is one little planet, in one tiny solar system, in a galaxy that’s barely out of its diapers.  I’m old, Dean, very old.  So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.”  

Dean: “How old are you?”  

Death: “As old as God.  Maybe even older, neither of us can remember any more.  Life, death, chicken, egg; regardless, at the end I’ll reap Him too.”

Amara is a similar creature, though we get to see less of her Otherness because of how season 11 is constructed and out of sheer necessity.  It’s fairly easy to anthropomorphize Death (we’ve been doing it for centuries), but a being that’s essence is Nothingness has to be seriously scaled down for human characters to interact with it.  Amara was also trying to understand Creation, which isn’t something Death wanted to do.  Still, there are scenes like human!Amara talking to mirror!Amara that make me jump up and down and point frantically at Sandman and Dream’s gem analogy: that this massive Being’s existence in our realm, what we perceive as Dream (or Amara) in physical form, is basically the light reflecting off of one facet of a jewel.  It’s only part of the whole; only a partial perspective and view of the deeper reality.

And now we have the creature from the Empty, something older than God, or the Darkness.  A location with a personality who really wants to sleep.

Originally posted by crispychrissy

Okay but why should I care?

Outside of the fact that the Empty being a creature reintroduces scope to the universe?  There are older things out there than God, Monster, or Man and they’re awake.  This is why I also frequently clamor for the show to re-do the Fae Folk; again, Supernatural has sacrificed scope for theme over the years.  The monsters are all people, so the only way to get real monsters back is to go full on Eldritch.

But that’s not why they’re important.  Eldritch Beings, as far as SPN is concerned, are mirrors.

When we’re talking in terms of writing and storytelling, eldritch creatures reflect the characters and world around them.  If it’s a location, the set is designed, lit, and decorated so that it reflects someone or something; if it’s a character, they mirror themes or arcs.

This is why @floralmotif and I lovingly call two of the recurring sets Eldritch Monstrosities (the Bunker and one particular Diner).  The Bunker has internal illogical inconsistencies, and the diner has showed up at least from s4 to s12; most of the time the sets are identical, but the ways that they are altered/redecorated/relit act as emotional mirrors for the characters present, to an even greater extent than normal sets.  (This kind of mirroring does not happen in the ‘Hell’ set, ever, or Bobby’s house, or any of the other handful of recurring sets we visit).  It’s an extension of how the show naturally uses set design (like the ever-popular beer signs), they just spill over into this category because at some point their use/reuse passed the realm of logic and went full “okay how the hell does this even work in-universe.”

Originally posted by tributeofasgard

Amara was a mirror for Dean; a being consumed by rage because of loss, fighting to reconcile disparate parts of themself into one cohesive whole, who was searching for emotional completion (in all the wrong places).

Jack fully qualifies as an Eldritch Monstrosity, both in power scope and in how he functions in the story.  He’s the ultimate mirror right now; whenever he’s with a character he ends up reflecting their emotions, and he’s also mirroring a bunch of individual arcs all at once.  His powers and true nature are outside of everyone’s understanding right now; only the fact that he’s limited (and adorable) keeps him from appearing ridiculously terrifying.

And now, again, we have the Empty.  We have a being/location that automatically qualifies as an Eldritch Monstrosity by its nature (the anthropomorphic personification of the Void wants to have a nap), that is reflecting and mirroring the emotions of a character.  Only this time it’s explicit: the Empty is an actual dark pit of despair, beating Cas over the head with his failures and fears and all the reasons he blames himself; telling him to give in to the darkness, to sleep, to stop fighting.  It’s the physical manifestation of his depression.

I don’t know if the Empty will return: I hope it will, in some form or fashion.  I hope there are other things out there in the dark.  I really really hope my other crazy theory is right, and that Amara, Death, Billie, and the Empty are all aspects of the same Dark Being.  But for now, it’s served its purpose.  We’ve gained another layer of scope, which is crucial for a soft reboot like s13 is, and the Anthropomorphic Personification of Cas’ depression tried to beat him into submission and failed.

Aries: I know you have only ever seen life in shades of dull gray while everyone else talked about the beautiful neon of colors. Some people find their magic a little sooner is all, doesn’t mean you won’t see the fireworks light up too. Just be patient.

Taurus: You’re different now. But not in a bad way, in a way that would make your mother proud if you told her all the horrors you’d been through. You can finally stand up off your bloody knees and dance. The time for praying is over, you’ve won the god damn war.

Gemini:  You are so much more than the value they’ve put on you. You are worth more than the scars and the stares and the stupidity. You are worth more god damn it.

Cancer:  Drink Water. Get some sleep. Let yourself reset. Do not go jumping off bridges or burning them down at 2 am. Because those choices made in a rash of emotion never did anything good.

Leo: Learn to listen. Learn to be comfortable with silence. Do not let the silence make you smaller instead learn to grow in the places others give room. Flourish in quiet.

Virgo: Grow up. A relit cigarette will never taste the same and going back to old flames is only ever going to get you burned. So stop. Stop letting yourself get burned.

Libra:  Forgive yourself. Because it is not your fault for the choices and actions everyone else has made. Because everyone else in this god awful situation has.

Scorpio: You are not just a bundle of mistakes and broken bones. You are more then the damage that has been done to you. You are wanted and loved and cherished. Remember that.

Sagittarius:  Bury the bones. They deserve to be the skeletons because they were the ones who commuted the sins against you. You’re not wrong here. Remember that.

Capricorn :  Do not be scared to restart. Preset the reset button and enjoy it. Do not be scared when you have to make new friends. Create a new life. In the end, it’ll be worth it.

Aquarius :  Let go. Let go of all the anger and hatred you’re still clinging to because it’s all you’ve got left of them. It’s going to be hell but the relief of finally letting go of the glass shard memories will be worth it.

Pisces:Go outside. Do something you’ve never done before. Change some small thing in your routine. This monotonous pattern you’ve set yourself in is going to kill you.

—  This Week’s Zodiac
This scene

This scene means absolutely everything. 

After years of being put through things they never would’ve imagined, not knowing if the other was alive or dead.. Here they both are

Finally, together, on the same side. In the same place. Able to be themselves.

And able to have the conversation they’ve been waiting for and wanting ever since their first meeting. They can finally get to know each other, hear each others’ stories. And turn the understanding they’d reached into a path towards achieving their goal- to change their wrong world. 

Just look. Look at the way Amon turns toward that familiar voice, how he looks at Kaneki

He looks at him with his entire soul in his eyes. (Seriously what a gorgeous panel.) He’s finally seeing his full face for the first time :’) but you know he recognizes those eyes, that voice, that white hair. His eyes are so gentle, and tired, and full of emotion. A little haunted. But he looks so beautiful.

And he calls Kaneki by the only name he knows him by.. Eyepatch :’) Just like old times. If that doesn’t bring a smile to Kaneki’s face I don’t know what will. 

He still doesn’t even know Kaneki’s name, but here they are. Finally able to have the conversation that’s been led up to for years. With this, so much can change, including each other. I’m sure Kaneki will help Amon to accept what he is now, and control his new strength and grow into it. And Amon will be able to give Kaneki the same guidance that he has ever since their first meeting.

On this little bench is where I’m guessing their conversation will happen. On the rooftop of the building, under a night sky (something that was always associated with their relationship).

This is seriously too beautiful. This means absolutely everything.

All (We) Want

So, in the Writers’ Hub we have quite the selection of opinions on when, where and if Captain Swan have ever done the deed. I took it upon myself to um… bring some of those scenarios to life.

4.4k of pure smutiness in various forms. Rated M. On ao3 HERE

Credit to @winterbythesea @ofshipsandswans @hencethebravery @dassala and @businesscasualprincess for the situations and @captainwiley and @irishswanff for the sprinting help. Did I say credit? I meant blame.

Also @killiancygnus. Because ily.

1. Neverland

He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck as he turns from the helm, her regard following him as his invisible companion as he moves to go below.

She’s been sitting at the bow since sunset, the sky spreading before her like a sea of stars, but her face has never turned towards them, nor has she looked down at the glittering carpet of the ocean below. Her attention has been fixed, wholly and completely, on him.

It makes him nervous in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries - her silent perusal combined with the thrill of his newly discovered feelings leaving him quite lightheaded.

He wants her to watch him, but more than that he wants her to want.

He slips a hand into his jacket pocket in search of his flask - anything to soothe his frayed nerves - but he comes up empty.

“Lost something?” she calls, holding his flask between finger and thumb, her lip curled sardonically. “You’re not the only pirate around here.”

“You need only have asked, Swan,” he says, shuffling over with hand outstretched. To his surprise she pulls the flask back, holding it close to her chest and watching him with hooded eyes.

“Is that true?” she asks, her voice low.

“Is what true, love?” he asks, snatching for the flask and scowling slightly as she refuses to hand it over.

“That I only have to ask.”

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Kaz let the necklace spill through his gloved fingers and back into the box of twinkling gold.

It was such a waste, leaving a pile of gold to gather dust in a hidden desk drawer. He knew the nearest jeweler would give him a tidy sum of kruge for it; Ghezen knew the Dregs needed it, since their last operation scraped their coffers clean. It was in everyone’s best interests to sell the gold. 

But he knew he wouldn’t.

It started out as a simple, insignificant event. He had walked past the display case of the Financial District jeweler, when he saw the glimmering golden chain resting in an open velvet case. Fine filigree, simple clasp, stopping just at the collarbone. He’d bought it without hesitation. Even though he held the necklace to the candlelight that night to inspect its value, and found none, he hadn’t returned it. Instead, he tucked it away in a padlocked box stashed in his desk.  

Then came the bracelets. They should have been the warning flag, the sign that should have tipped him off; but again, he only flung a few coins on a jeweler’s countertop and swept out of the shop, this time clutching a case that held a pair of thin gold bangles. He threw them in the same box holding the necklace, frustrated after another fruitless examination into the night.

It started an addiction within him. Headdresses, earrings, anklets—all gold. The box started to fill with them, shining brightly in the night as if to taunt him. Look at us, they sang, revel in our glory that entices you so powerfully.

Strangely enough, he failed to hunger for coins the same way, despite their similar golden sheen. No matter how strong his desire for kruge drove him, Kaz never bothered to take his spoils out and run his hands through them. He wasn’t a miser like Van Eck.

Kaz held back a sigh of exasperation, reminding himself to stay patient. If he’d bought them just from a single glance in a jeweler’s window display, there’s certainly some value in the gold. He slid his hand into the pile of jewelry once more, searching for another piece to scrutinize.

He pulled out a sparkling hand chain decorated with exquisite star cuts and relit the flickering candle on his desk. 

The thought came almost absentmindedly as he took his magnifying glass in hand: this would complement Inej well.

The honesty behind the unspoken statement startled him and caused the magnifying glass to slip from his hand, which shattered symphonically on the floorboards.

Why, why would I think of such a thing?

Kaz stuffed the chain back inside the box, snapping the lid of the container shut. He carefully reminded himself to burn the thing after the next heist.

The box remained in his desk.

Kaz began to notice how Nina and Jesper adorned themselves with elaborate earrings and necklaces, Matthias and Wylan in simple brooches and bracelets, Kaz himself with his silver headed cane and matching cape pin.

Inej wore nothing.

A pity, he mused. The pair of gold bangles he bought would go well with her slender arms.

Jesper noticed Kaz staring at Inej, raised his eyebrows, but let no comment slip from his mouth. Wise of him.

Kaz thought about how Inej’s hands—delicate when selecting her daggers, deadly when using them—could seem more fantastical in movement with golden hand chains slipping between them. Whenever she tilted her head back to laugh at something Nina said, he wondered which hoarded necklace would emphasize the curve of her neck.

And when Inej accidentally brushed his hand against his when he gave her a pouch of kruge for Jesper and Nina to spend, Kaz needed to clear his throat to force back his newest thought: rings would make her fingers as holy as saints.

Opal Mending Spell 💎

a steven universe inspired spell to help heal a bond between two people who don’t always get along

“I forgot how great it felt to be us.”

💎 gather: a pearl and amethyst, and a yellow candle, lavender, ivy and mint

💎 wrap the candle with the ivy

💎 embed the pearl and amethyst into the candle

💎 burn the lavender and mint in the candle. 

💎 as it burns, text, call, or contact the person you want to mend your bond with. 

💎 don’t rush things, it doesn’t need to heal all at once. the candle can be relit many times, for as many calls as you need.

playing with words!

you might have heard of palindromes, those words like kayak that you can read from left to right AND from right to left. well, we have some in french too! 

as usual, v = verb, n = noun, adv = adverbe, adj = adjective.

single words :

- ressasser, v : rehashing, keeping talking/thinking about stg

- rêver, v : dreaming / radar, n (m) : radar / sas, n (m) : security door

- ici, ad : here / réer, v : roaring (for a deer)

- ère, n (f) : era / selles, n (f) : saddles

- coloc(ataire), n (ep) : roommate 

- tôt, ad : early / tkt : “t’inquiète” : don’t worry

- sus (+ à), adv (interjection, old) : death to / sms, n (m) : text

- Ubu, n : main character of Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry

- ses, adj poss : plural his/her, ex : ses chiens sont des dalmatiens

- réifier, v : reifying

in literature :

- élu par cette crapule : elected by this scoundrel/rascal (Charles Cros)

- Esope reste ici et se repose : Aesop stays here and rests (Jacques Capelovici)

- engage le jeu que je le gagne : start the game so I can win it (Alain Damasio)

- ce reptile relit Pérec : this reptile reads Pérec again (amazing George Pérec)

- sévère mal à l’âme, rêves : harsch soul sickness, dreams (Luc Etienne)

- noir, ô hélas, Isis a le horion : black, ô alas, Isis has the blow (Pierre Bailly)

- l’âme des uns n’use de mal : the soul of some doesn’t damage evil (Etienne Pasquier)

playing with sounds :

- Angèle et Laurent enrôlaient des gens : A and L used to enlist people

- dis beau lama t’as mal au bide : tell me pretty llama does your stomach hurt?

- une slave valse nue : a Slav walts naked

- Rossellini y nie l’essor : Rossellini (italian director, 50s) there denies the growth

- Jeanne en luge, Jules en nage : Jeanne on her sledge, Jules sweating

virelangues (tongue twisters) : try to pronounce those! 

- les chaussettes de l’archiduchesse sont-elles sèches ou archi-sèches ? : are the archduchess’ socks dry or very dry ?

- si mon tonton tond ton tonton, ton tonton tondu sera : if my uncle (fam) shaves your uncle(’s hair), your uncle shaved will be

-  Didon dîna dit-t-on du dos dodu d’un dodu dindon : Didon dined, they say, with the plumpy back of a plumpy turkey

- je veux et j'exige ces jolis et joyeux oiseaux jasant : I want and I demand those pretty and cheerful gossiping birds

- si six scies scient six saucisses alors six cent six scies scient six cent six saucisses : if six saws saw six sausages off then 606 saws saw 606 sausages off

- un chasseur sachant chasser doit savoir chasser sans son chien : a hunter who knows to hunt should be able to hunt without his dog


Pairing: Min Yoongi(BadBoy!) x Reader

  • Genre: Filth
  • Rating: Mature
  • Anon Request from awhile back (sorry it’s late)
  • Written by Filthyfilter

A queen-sized bed sat on the floor in the corner. There was a sofa, in front of a TV with a couple of video game systems. Behind the sofa were two long low bookshelves that were overflowing with books. There was a desk with a computer, but it was turned off.

Yoongi sat down on the bed and opened a drawer, pulled out a plastic baggie half full of green leafy nuggets while you sat down on the sofa and watched as he rolled up some of the weed into a joint. It took a few minutes, but then he sat down on the sofa next to you. He raised one end of the joint to his lips, lit the other end with his big cigarette lighter, and drew in on the smoke. He handed it to you after he blew out the smoke.

You took it and raised it to your lips. “Just breathe in,” he said. You did and coughed after holding in the smoke for just a few seconds. You coughed and the smoke rushed from your lungs.

“Whoa, that was a big hit, Y/N, don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” Yoongi took the joint back and took another hit, then handed it back to you and stood up. He turned on a blacklight near the bed and pulled the blinds on the window, and the room was aglow in neon color. You looked around with bloodshot eyes, realizing you had a joint in your hand, and took another hit as Yoongi sat down again next to you.

Yoongi took the joint from you and took a hit. He breathed it out and took another hit and handed it back to you. You were slow to take a hit, but you did, and then found yourself wondering what it was you felt on your leg. You handed Yoongi the joint and watched as he took it, took a hit, and set the joint down in an ashtray. You noticed that it was his hand on your leg.

His hand was inching its way up your stockings, coming dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. You wanted to scoot away from him, his touch was making you nervous, but you found yourself scooting closer to him. Your thoughts were lost in the clouds of your mind, and you just went with the flow when Yoongi started kissing your neck.

You leaned into him as he kissed up and down your neck, and you realized that you were incredibly wet between the legs.

Yoongi was pushing you onto your back on the sofa as he got on top of you. You watched him unbutton his blue jeans and pull them down past his knees. There was a great tent in his boxers, and you realized that your panties were soaked through. Yoongi spread your legs—and you were letting him—and he lifted your skirt to take a peak at your prized possession . “I love your stockings,” he said.

He grabbed your shirt in the middle, where it buttons, and pulled the two sides of the shirt apart, hard. Buttons flew across the room and Yoongi stared greedily at yourexposed chest, the sexy black push-up bra. He grabbed your wrists, one in each hand, and put them over your head. He managed to get both your arms into a hold in one of his hands. You squirmed under him.

He didn’t say anything. With his free hand he pulled down his boxers to his knees, and you saw his hard cock, standing erect and ready. His grip on you was too strong. You tried to shut your legs from embarrassment but he was already between them. You felt his hot hard cock rubbing against your crotch, searching for that wet entrance.

“You dressed like such a slut to meet me,” he was saying in your ear. His body was pressed against yours, his cock rubbing against you, the tip of his dick finally finding the wet entrance to you. He didn’t push it in immediately.

You tried to move away from him again, but with his free hand he grabbed your hip and suddenly forced himself deeply into you. You cried out and he put his hand over your mouth. The two of you stared at each other. He started to slowly slide his cock out of you, until just the head was inside. Then, slowly, he slid back into you. “You dressed like you wanted me to fuck you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

In this moment you thought back to earlier today and how you even got into this situation. You knew that he was probably no good for you. Your mother had warned you about boys like him, attractive in that scruffy way, leather jacket over white tee shirt, cigarette behind his ear, baggy blue jeans. You had been warned, repeatedly, that boys like him would only break your heart, and wouldn’t you please just pick a boy who was going to be a doctor or a lawyer or an accountant or some other insufferably boring thing. That was probably why you had such trouble concentrating, when you knew he was sitting right behind you in your Introduction to American Literature class.

Your professor was assigning a new book for the class to read, and an essay on it due first thing Monday morning. Since it was Thursday, you didn’t feel that it was enough time. The professor dismissed class before you had a chance to complain.

The quiet bad boy behind you passed you on his way out, and dropped a folded up sheet of paper on your desk.

“Hey, you dropped this,” you said. Yoongi turned and winked at you and then left the classroom. You opened it up and read it.

“Meet me in the bookstore at 4 if you want help with your essay. Min Yoongi.”

And that little starter is how you are now on his sofa high as fuck and about to have your brains fucked out. You tried to speak but his hand was still over your mouth.

“Do you want to be my little whore? My little slut?” He slid his cock in and out, still holding you prone beneath him. In and out, his dick hitting all the right spots in your pussy with every thrust. “I’ll give you anything you want if you just fuck me whenever I want, is that what you want? To be my little whore? Is that why you dressed up like a schoolgirl slut?” He taunted.

You closed your eyes, moaning into his hand. You started bucking your hips against his thrusting, trying to get more of his cock into you. Something primal had taken over in you. Yoongi took his hand off your mouth and you moaned louder.

“Yes yes yes yes yes,” you cried out. You wrapped your stocking legs around him at his hips, bucking your hips and using your legs to push him deeper inside of you.

“Is that what you want you little slut?” he demanded. “To be my whore?”

“Yes!” You cried out. You opened your eyes and realized what you had just done, and that it was too late. He let go of your wrists and you wrapped your newly free arms around him, grabbing his ass with one of your hands, his cock filling you up entirely.

“I’m coming Yoongi! I’m coming!” You bucked your hips with him deep inside you, moving his cock around in your pussy. You squeezed at his cock, pulling at it, trying to get more of his hot, hard, thick cock into you. He squeezed both of your tits, hard, and you loved it, and then your intense orgasm began to subside.

And then his cock exploded inside you. The two of you screamed out in ecstasy as his cock shot streams of his white hot cum deep into your core, filling the depths of your core.

He held you for a moment, hugging you tightly. You kissed his cheek, and then he helped you off him. You sat down next to him on the sofa again, leaned against him. He put his arm around you, and with his other hand grabbed the half-smoked joint from the ashtray. He relit it and took a hit and offered it to again. You took it, idly wondered if you would ever be sober again, and then took a hit.

“Now, about that essay,” Yoongi said to you.

Her body is the beach’s searing sands;
scorching skin in an ever glaring sun;
she is the girl with scintillating hands
that burnt many & could hold only one.
She harbors her collection of driftwood
within eyes that are oft misunderstood;
so attractive, the yearning they emit,
but those warm embers can not be relit.
Others let their ashes blow in the wind;
they ignite– then extinguish at leisure,
but the beach’s sand retains all treasure,
& surely she is above all beach skinned.
Such is her fate, one she’ll never bemoan;
this woman consists of pulverized stone.
—  Sonnets for poets, by M.A. Tempels © 2017
Imagine Trying To Summon Cupid, But Summoning Dark Instead

Originally posted by stardustcake

Originally posted by mr-markiplier


-you were just trying to do something nice for a love troubled friend, when you were flipping through your newly bought summoning book

-what a better way to do some match making then calling on a Cupid right?!

-but, when the the candles relit, you weren’t expecting a pale man in a black suit

-but, to be fair, Dark wasn’t expecting to be freed from the void by means of a young adult dressed in sweats

-“did I add too much salt? Wait, what does the Cupid summoning call for again?”

-“do I look like Cupid to you?”

-“goth faze?!”



(A/N: I’m trying to get the writing juices flowing guys, please excuse the slow updates)

36/50 - “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Nicky/andreil
Summary: While staying in New York with Matt’s mom, they get into a bar fight.

A/N: I’ve written a couple hundred fics and I still don’t know how to end one.

Andrew followed Neil out of the hospital, Nicky, Aaron and Matt not far behind. None of them spoke, though Neil was obviously upset.

Neil got into Matt’s mom’s SUV. He pressed himself close to the door to avoid any contact from Andrew. Matt started clearing the two inches of snow off the car that had accumulated during their visit and they all waited for Nicky who was taking his time limping over to them on crutches. When Nicky made it to the car without slipping, Matt helped him into the passenger seat before finishing.

It was nearly two in the morning and the roads hadn’t yet been scraped of snow. The car swerved more than once on the way back to Matt’s mom’s house. Matt pulled up to the curb and they all piled out. Matt, Aaron and Nicky headed up the driveway, leaving footprints in the newly fallen snow but Neil and Andrew stayed by the curb.

Neil wished it had taken longer to get back. Matt looked at him over his shoulder but Neil didn’t acknowledge it. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath. The cold air felt prickly traveling down his throat and into his lungs.

Andrew waited until the others were inside before digging in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes, only to remember they’d been lost at the bar. He didn’t hesitate to stick his hand in Neil’s back pocket.

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Just A Friend [Pt. 1]

Imagine: Newt, your boyfriend, comes home from the Ministry one evening. You are both caught up in a heated exchange when you discover something that causes past flames to be relit. 

Author’s Note: I haven’t written in so long and I am so sooooo sorry!! This will hopefully have several parts and yessss, as always, I hope you enjoy x

Prompt: Asked you once, asked your twice now, there’s lipstick on your collar. You say she’s just a friend now, then why don’t we call her?

Word Count: 1516

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