I can’t sleep so I’ll tell y'all about my melon/coffee shop boy instead.
About two months ago a guy at my usual coffee shop pointed out my melon shirt while he was serving me. He was cute and sweet and we kept striking up conversations always about melons! So far he has:
- Told me he loved my melon purse
- Gave me the task of looking up yellow watermelons
- Stopped me in the street after he’d finished working to ask how the search was going
- Told me I’ve made his day when I gave him some watermelon sweets for being right about the melons and was super happy
- Had a lengthy convo about the human language while he made my coffee
- Accepted the task of looking up the 10 most unusual melons in the world thus revealing he is some kind of weirdly adorable melon fanatic (srsly he knew all kinds of stuff)
- Told me he worked as chef which is why he knew about the yellow melons
- His name is Luke (he liked my name too and his name tag was Luke Skywalker so I wasn’t sure)
- Was fascinated at the video I took of slime and I washing our sheep plush in the bath and stopped working to see it
- Told me when he looks up the melons he’ll tell me all about it when I come in next
I have developed a crush on this melon boy and I hope we get to talk more as he is sweet like melons ;;///;;
❝ — You know, it’s dangerous to wander the forest at night. Wolves roam these lands, so take heed. ❞
SHARP DID HER gaze become as cold hues FOCUSED upon the other, one brow firmly quirked into a perfect arch. Her thoughts WHISPERED words of warning to her, AIDING her to be CAUTIOUS and alert. One could never be TOO careful, for the intentions of others was as clear as a field in winter’s DAWN. The world was full to the brim of LIARS and tricksters, with their tongues as SHARP as knives and the words as DEADLY as poison. Let alone cruel, HUMANITY had taken the liberty of hunting and slaying those born to SUBCATEGORIES of human such as her kind; the wolf.
SOMETHING IN HER mind clicked at the features the other HELD, and that his scent was all too familiar. How was this stranger’s scent FAMILIAR to her, and why couldn’t she pin it to ANYONE she had met? The gift of the wolf was the most VISIBLE upon him, it hung over him like a curtain. Upon this BLOCK in her mind, a growl of frustration would LEAVE her as a hand moved to REST on her brow. While she PONDERED on her thoughts, her eyes would move to the forest floor, SHIFTING from either side as she searched for the time, or the PERSON, she could USE to recall this scent. She knew the answer lay WITHIN her memories, she just needed to take time in SEARCHING for an answer.
❝ — You seem familiar, have we met before? ❞
SHE HAD TO say something, to ease the POUNDING in her mind and to appear less than some STRANGER. Often, her mind would turn to a blank state in the MIDDLE of a search, just like it has now, and it ACHES in her mind. As this HAPPENED, her arms would fold over her chest while her gaze RETURNED to focus on him. It was now that it hit her, the ANSWER. She had MET him, only for a short period of time, when the pair had been CHILDREN.
scenario with tsukki and his soontobe s/o but atm they actually really despise each other but they find out that they're soulmates? (you can choose what kind of soulmate au it is though)
Soulmate!AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate, and you’re able to see in color until they die.
Everyone you met gasped in envy when they realized that you could see in color. Eagerly, they interrogated you on the exact appearance of the sky. Was it blue today? Grey? Were the clouds as white as sheep, or bathed in a brilliant fire from the setting sun? How about the sun? Still bright as always? Great, just checking. Small, mundane things that you were so used to seeing were novel ideas to them, and they delighted in your ability to see what they could not until they asked that question.
“So, who’s your soulmate?”
And, every time you would shoot them a humorless stare and respond, “I don’t know.”
I got the alpacas a mist stand thing, but I accidentally pulled off one of the mist nozzles, which sent a jet of water spewing everywhere. Sterling decided to seize the opportunity to take a much needed shower.
Roadhog considered himself an expert in bad ideas. A connaisseur, even. Post-Omnic Australia didn’t always offer any good choices, just the lesser of several available evils. Teaming up with Junkrat had seemed to be one such, joining Overwatch another. Rat was mad, but he had a nose for lucrative contracts, and Overwatch had at least gotten them out of Oz. No matter where they’d been stationed, they always had plenty of water to drink these days, and even enough to have a bath.
You know they don't kill sheep for wool right ? Sheering is actually very good for sheep because it gets really matted and heavy on them. Leading to heat stroke and other things of that nature.
“Moreover, just as thedairy industry implicitly supports the meat industry by supplying it with veal calves and female cows whose milk production levels have dropped, wool funnels sheep who are no longer producing profitable levels of wool into the meat industry, often through live export which entails its own unique set of abhorrent practices. Ultimately, every shorn sheep will be brought to slaughter.”
“One might also mistakenly believe that a sheep needs to be shorn, but the reality is more complicated. Undomesticated sheep produce only the amount of wool that they need to survive in their climate. Again, as we have bred chickens and pigs to grow so large that their legs can no longer support them, we have used genetic engineering to manipulate the sheep’s wool production to meet our designs.” - Read more here & here & here.
“Mass production and processing of wool can have some hefty environmental impacts.Most sheep farms dip their sheep in poisonous insecticide baths to ward off lice and ticks. Organophosphate insecticides can harm farm workers, impacting the central nervous system. These pesticides also leave residues on wool that makes its way into your clothes.”
Anything being mass produced is not going to be handled well, especially when animals are involved because they’re treated like things not beings. People forget that veganism means supporting no animal exploitation at all or using any animal products. Like I said in my last ask if you’ve got wool stuff (idk how people wear that scratchy stuff but whatevs) wear it by all means if you need to but going out and buying new wool clothes isn’t vegan.
Request: First of all, can I say what an amazing writer you are? Can I ask how you aren’t a published author? Cause DAMN! I would be so humbled if you could write a oneshot where one night the reader can’t sleep so she decides to go look at the stars through the bunker’s giant telescope only to find Sam already there. They both have feelings for each other but, unlike everyone else, they don’t know. Then Sam compares the reader to a constellation or something? Ends with fluff of course. PLEASE AND THANKS
A/N: OMG THIS REQUEST MADE MY LIFE LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FLUFF IN HERE MAKES ME WANNA CUDDLE TO THE MOON AND BACK. Oh gosh but anyways I did some major catching up on my Greek mythology for this (Going to Greek school for 7 years of my life helped), and then I would have posted it like a half an hour ago but, I might have gotten a little side tracked, I wont say by what…(Crying over Sam and Jess…) Anways I hope you enjoy it and Anon you are so sweet but how do you not know I am not a published author. I might be. You never know… but I’m not so you made the right assumption!
You rolled over in your bed; breathing a sigh and then shaking your head, letting your eyes snap open.
“Yeah not gonna happen,” you said quietly to yourself, letting out a small sigh as you ran your hand through your tangled hair, letting your fingers get caught on the knots before giving up on running your fingers through the rest of your hair, not needing anymore pain than necessary. It had been like this ever since you laid in bed to go to sleep; the tossing and turning not letting up for even a second. Your eyes hurt and you could feel a headache coming up, but whatever you tried to do sleep couldn’t come to you. Your body felt sore from not being able to relax and your muscles were tense; not being able to ease up for days. You occasionally had restless nights and it didn’t bother you; life as a hunter usually didn’t lead to a good night sleep, but this was just ridiculous. You hadn’t been able to sleep in a week, and although you could feel the tiredness creeping up on you, every time you would allow your body to give in to the temptation of sleep it was as if someone jolted you awake and took your ability to relax away. You tried everything you could think of; counting sheep, taking a bath, reading, exercising , hell, you even tried drinking warm milk. But nothing helped, and your lack of sleep was obvious to the people around you. Sam and Dean weren’t oblivious, and they noticed how your eyes would slowly close at every stoplight, only to be jolted open as soon as the car started moving. They told you you needed sleep, and although you tried to explain to them how you felt, you could tell they didn’t truly understand how serious you were. And so every night in this past week you had just dealt with the lack of sleep; staying in your room in the bunker and waiting out until the morning. At first it wasn’t hard staying in your bed and letting your thought drift of to different things; you controlling that the things were good. You thought about you life and your friends, all the good you had done and all the bad you had killed, and you would be lying if you didn’t say that sometimes, well most of the times, your thought drifted toward the taller glass of water that you lived with; Sam. Oh the things you could say about Sam. How his muscles tensed as he fought, or how he looked in his FBI suit, making your mind wander to places that you had to quickly retrieve it from. Or how he would so relaxed as he slept, something you had caught up on the more than once times you had to share a motel room with him and Dean when they had no extra room. Usually thinking of Sam relaxed you and helped get you through the night, even if you couldn’t fall asleep, but for some reason this night thought about him just wasn’t cutting it for you. You could feel you thoughts travel to the darker side of your mind, a place you didn’t want to visit at the moment. You knew you had to do something more than lying in your bed to get you mind off of those thoughts.
“Ah fuck it,” you said softly, swinging your legs off the side of your bed, quickly picking up the sweater that was balled up at the foot of your bed and throwing it on over your bra and underwear; you not bothering to wear more to sleep when you were the only one in the room. You stood up, putting on the big sweater that you owned and zipping it up in the front. You then quietly made your way to your door, careful not to make to much noise opening and closing the door, not wanting to disturb the two brothers, whom you could hear from the end of the hall peacefully snoring. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, letting a smile come across your face as you started walking down the hall opposite of them, not quite sure where you were going. The bunker was huge, with many rooms, and many more rooms you were sure you and the brothers haven’t even come across yet. You could do more exploring and find something new, but you weren’t in the mood for an adventure at the moment. You could also read up, but even though you loved your moments that you got to read, you just couldn’t wrap you mind around reading currently. You wanted to do something completely relaxing to the mind, and that’s when it hit you. You lit up, a smile forming on your lips as you quickly made your way up the stairs, making sure to be quiet. You got up the stairs and turned around the corner, seeing the room you wanted to go to at the end of the hall, and then your smile disappeared. The door was cracked slightly open, and the light inside the room was on pouring out of the tiny crack, illuminating the hallway a bit. You immediately straightened and walked toward the door, careful of being quiet now for a completely different reason. You didn’t know who or what was in that room, and without a weapon you sure as hell weren’t going to let whatever was in there to find out who you were before you it. You tiptoed toward the door, holding your breath as you looked in the crack, but then quickly releasing the breath when you realized who was there. You let yourself get a better look through the crack, and you could see Sam kneeling a bit at the telescope, looking in it to see the stars up above. Of course you didn’t need the telescope to see the stars though, for most of the ceiling of the room was open up to the sky, allowing you to see the clear dazzling specks and all their glory. You smiled to yourself and straighten, moving your gaze from the crack and turning around, leaving Sam to his stars, when all of a sudden you heard his voice.
“You can come in here you know,” you heard Sam say. You looked back through the crack for a moment, seeing Sam still looking through the telescope, not seeming to take his gaze off it even once since you saw him. You quickly obliged though and walked into the room, opening the door slightly as you slipped in and closing it behind you, not wanting to allow the light to escape the room.
“How did you know I was out there?” you asked, tearing your gaze from the stars above to him. He quickly looked away from the telescope then at you, shock barely evident in his face but still showing.
“I knew someone was there, but I honestly didn’t think it was you. I thought it was Dean,” you let out a small chuckle and shook your head.
“Sorry to let you down Sam but I’m not Dean,” you said.
“No that’s alright! I just- why are you awake?” Sam asked, tripping over his words. You made your way toward the telescope and Sam moved aside a little bit, allowing you to look through it.
“I told you guys I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t lying,” you said simply, noting the stars that shone brighter than the others.
“Well shit,” Sam said, scratching the back of his neck, his action unknown to you as you kept looking through the telescope. You pulled away from the telescope and shrugged your shoulders letting a small smile take over your features.
“It’s fine Sam. What about you? Why isn’t the famous Winchester sleeping?” you asked with a smirk, playfully punching his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the telescope, looking up at the stars through the glass.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Sam said simply. You frowned and walked up to him, resting your hand on his shoulder, getting him to look at you.
“Hey are you alright?” you asked him sympathetically.
“Yah I’m fine Y/N it’s just one of those nights you know?” he asked you, to which you nodded to. You then pulled away from him and walked over to one of the couches in the room, pretty much made for stargazing. It was a sort of long couch like recliner, except it was always in a slanted position. You let yourself get comfortable in the couch and then looked up at the sky, but then frowned at the fact of the light coming from in the room.
“Hey Sam,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to see him staring at you already. You quickly blushed and then looked away from him, setting your gaze on the light switch.
“Would you mind if the lights were off? It’s so much nicer to look at them when the only light that is being produced is by them,” you said.
“Oh yeah sure,” you heard Sam say before he made his way toward the light switch. He then turned off the lights and you let yourself rest against the couch again. This time when you looked up at the stars you smiled, the stars being much more brighter and prominent then they were before.
“They’re beautiful ,” you said quietly, awe-stricken by the sight.
“Yah they are,” Sam said. His voice startled you and you quickly looked over at him to see him looking up too, craning his neck to look out of the glass.
“You know you can come here Sam, it’s a lot easier on the neck,” you said nervously, hoping you weren’t sounding to desperate. But Sam just looked at you and nodded, making his way towards you. He then took his spot on the couch and laid down next to you, your arms just barely touching. You felt your breath hitch and you had to force yourself not to let the butterflies completely eat you up, and little did you know Sam felt the same way. You tried to bring your attention back towards the stars, trying to find constellations within them, and eventually you got lost in the vastness of them. You were so intrigued by them you didn’t think you would be able to pull away from them until Sam spoke.
“Hey Y/N,” Sam said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Hmm?” you said, letting out a small noise instead of speaking.
“Do you know anything about constellations?” Sam said. You looked at his and tilted you head, not knowing why he was bringing it up. But then again you two were stargazing…
“Not really no,” you said, keeping your gaze on him.
“The stories about them are really interesting in my opinion, especially the ones from Greek mythology,” Sam said, looking at you.
“I never knew you were into that kind of stuff,” you said, raising your eyebrow.
“Well the bunker has a lot of reading material,” Sam said with a chuckle. You let out a small laugh and nodded.
“Yeah you have a point there,” you said. It then became silent and you felt yourself craving to hear the sound of his voice again and the calming nature his words carried.
“Could you maybe tell me some of the stories,” you asked, biting your bottom lip in fear of his response. But Sam just looked at you and smiled, nodding and looking back up at the stars.
“Sure,” he said simply. He pointed at the stars that made one constellation, but you didn’t move your gaze from him.
“So that constellation there is Cancer. Do you see the shape o-“ Sam said before stopping himself when he turned to look at you to see you weren’t looking at the stars. You quickly looked up but then looked back at him, knowing you were busted.
“You know Y/N if I point toward something that usually means you look at it,” Sam said, giving you a little smirk.
“Yeah yeah,” you said, brushing him off and looking up at the sky, letting a little smile out.
“Alright so you see that shape over there that kind of looks like a line with two sticks branching out from it,” Sam said, pointing to the sky. You tried to follow his direction but you couldn’t see what he was talking about.
“I can’t see it,” you said, trying to make something out from the stars.
“Here come closer, it’s like right above me,” Sam said. You scooted closer to him, mentally shushing your speeding heartbeat as you tried to find the constellation again.
“Sam I can’t find it and you pointing something out is like you speaking in tongues,” you said. he sighed and let his had fall and the turned to you and back to the sky as to expect something.
“Here let me try something,” Sam said. He then scooted his body closer to yours and lifted his arm closest to you, raising it and draping it around your shoulders so your head rested mostly on his shoulders.
“Is this alright?” he asked, looking at you, his face merely inches apart. You nodded, afraid to speak for fear that what would come out would be an inhuman noise, or worse, your true feelings towards him. He looked at you deeply, as if to study your face, and you broke away from the intense stare, looking up at the sky.
“So where is this constellation,” you said, trying to recollect yourself. You knew that Sam only considered you a friend, and while it was sometimes frustrating, you didn’t want to push you extremely good friendship with him. You heard Sam sigh but quickly rase his hand to pint to a section right in the sky.
“Right above you. I’m tracing it with my fingers,” Sam said.
“Oh ok I see it now!” you said.
“So that’s a constellation?” you asked, not quite impressed with the shape.
“Yeah that’s the cancer constellation,” Sam said, dropping his hand. You expected him to pull away from you, but instead he kept his arm around you, draping it on your shoulder.
“Tell me about it,” you said, moving slightly closer to him, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Well in Greek mythology, you know how Zeus was always getting together with people he really shouldn’t have?” Sam asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“As in he kept sticking it in to places that caused a lot of trouble?” you asked, glancing over at him. He looked at you and laughed, and then you both looked back at the sky.
“Well you know how that made Hera really pissed, and when Hercules was born, Hera didn’t take that to good. She pretty much made Hercules life a living hell, and when Hercules had to do the 12 impossible tasks, one of them being killing the nine headed water serpent, Hydra, Hera sent a crab to pretty much annoy the crap out of Hercules and kill him. Hercules stepped on the crab though and killed it, but it goes that Hera placed the image of the cab in the sky to reward it for its service,” Sam said.
“Well damn,” you said, looking at the constellation a bit differently; with more awe.
“Yeah that annoying crab in the sky has always reminded me of you in a way,” Sam said. You looked at him with fake hurt and smacked his arm, scoffing at him before resting your head on his shoulder again.
“You’re a dick,” you said, looking at him and letting out a laugh. He looked at you and laughed too, shaking his head.
“I’m just kidding, you’re not annoying,” he said, moving a piece of hair that fell in your face to the side and behind your ears, letting his hand linger on the side of your face.
“I was worried,” you said sarcastically, addressing what he said, but very aware of what was going on at the current moment.
“Tell me another one,” you said, slowly looking back up at the stars, Sam letting his gaze on you linger for a moment before following your stare.
“Well there’s this other constellation, Taurus, but it’s not out right now,” Sam said.
“Tell me what it looks like so I can picture it,” you said.
“Alright close you eyes” Sam said. You looked at im with a raised eyebrow but he rolled his eyes at you.
“Oh come on it will help you picture it better,” he said. You smiled softly at him and then looked up again, letting your eyes shut.
“So imagine a long line, kind of straight in the beginning and then in the middle getting kind of crooked,” Sam said. You stayed silent, trying to picture it.
“Ok now imagine in the middle of the line, right before it starts getting crooked, a small line juts out toward the side with the straight line,” Sam said. You then felt his finger on your shoulder move slightly, and you realized he was tracing the constellation with his finger onto your skin. You smiled slightly and let yourself get closer to him, loving the feel of his touch on you. Sam smiled, looking down at you and feeling you get closer, loving the intimacy he felt from you, or maybe the intimacy he might have been making up in his head, but at the moment he didn’t care for over-analyzing.
“Ok you with me so far?” Sam asked. You nodded and let out a “hmm,” keeping your eyes closed, just wanting to hear his voice again.
“Now imagine from that little line comes two other lines, going in different directions. One going this way,” Sam said, tracing the one line on your skin ,
“And one going that way,” Sam said, tracing the other line on your skin .
“And that’s the constellation,” Sam said, not removing his hand from your arm.
“I like it,” you said, remembering his touch tracing the shape into your skin, “I like it a lot.”
“Tell me the story now Sam,” you said, resting your head closer towards Sam, letting your eyes stay closed.
“Well once there was this beautiful girl named Europa. One day she was picking flowers when Zeus saw her and of course couldn’t control himself. He disguised himself as a white bull and went where Europa was and was very gentle. So gentle in fact, Europa felt safe enough around it to get on its back,” Sam said.
“Oh Europa,” you sighed, keeping your eyes closed. Sam smiled, unknowingly to you, and nodded.
“She got on the bull’s back and suddenly the bull charged towards sea and brought her to the island of Crete, where Zeus showed himself and made her his lover behind a Cyprus tree. Europa had three of his children and became the first queen of Crete, and Zeus cast the white bull’s shape into the stars so she and everyone else could remember the story,” Sam said.
“Well that’s intense but, lets be honest, it has a better ending then most Greek myths,” you said, opening your eyes to meet his.
“That’s true,” Sam said, “And actually this myth makes me think of you.” You rolled your eyes and shoved him, letting out a sigh.
“Really Sam?” you said, letting out a chuckle.
“I mean it though, but not in a bad way. Europa was beautiful, so much so Zeus disguised himself to be with her. She seemed nice and gentle and, while Zeus could have handled things differently, she reminds me a lot of you. Though you are a badass hunter, you have that soft spot to you that is honestly such a relief from the life we have. My go Y/N you keep me sane in this fucked up world,” Sam said. You just looked straight into his eyes, your shock thoroughly evident.
“Sam I had no idea,” you said, drifting off.
“As corny as this sounds, you’re the light in my world,” he said, looking into your eyes. You looked at him speechless, not knowing what to do. You looked from his eyes slowly to his lips, letting your gaze linger a bit before looking at him in the eyes again; subconsciously licking your lips. Sam caught that action, watching you intently, and within a second his lips were on yours, his body shifted to face yours while his hand behind your head was gripping your hair and the other was on your waist, bringing you closer. You rested one hand on his chest while the other landed to rest on his face, caressing his cheek. You interlocked your legs with him, wanting to move closer to him, craving his touch. You both pulled away, needing to breath, you looking at the lips you just touched before moving your gaze towards his eyes, which was just looking right back at you.
“I feel the same way Sam,” you said, resting your head on the side his face, the edges of your lips merely inches apart.
“One day the Y/N constellation will be up in the sky, and it will be shinning brighter than the rest, and it’ll be my favorite story to tell,” Sam said.
“And I can’t wait until you tell it to me,” you said, kissing him again before pulling away and laying you head on his chest, hearing the steady beats of his heart .
“Until that day comes though, tell me another story,” you said, closing you eyes.
“Well once upon a time Zeus couldn’t keep it in his pants…” Sam started with the story. You didn’t remember how long after those words you finally fell asleep, with Sam following suit almost instantly after you. All you knew was that when you both woke up next morning with the sun in your face and in each other’s arms, you had finally found a cure for your restless nights, and it was the best cure in the book.
I’ve been translating song lyrics between different languages and back to English and seeing how different the words turn out. Here is Newsies “King of New York” from English - Spanish - German - French - Dutch - Danish - Italian - Greek - English.