silence-falls

continental drift

(#21 off the Super Sappy Prompts list: “I’m better when I’m with you.”)

It’s an experiment based on a hypothesis based on a coincidence. They’re sharing a room on a roadie, and Nursey has been stuck in a dry spell for a week and a half now. The words just haven’t been coming the way he wants them to, and he’s starting to feel dried out, like all the creative juices have been wrung out of him by school stress and lack of sleep. Maybe it’ll never come back. Maybe he’s just done. All washed up by the tender age of twenty.

He’s not even trying to write as he watches Dex from across the room, tracking his fidgets and expressions as he sits hunched over his laptop frowning at the screen. It’s been a while since he and Dex have been in the same room for an extended period of time – a fortnight, about. Dex has been on a project, and Nursey started isolating himself about when the drought hit. But it was nice to sit with him on the bus today, and it’s nice to dump his bag near the bed and just relax, hands behind his head, and drink in his presence. It feels like something he’s been missing for far too long.

Nursey’s not sure what it is that makes the words start coming back, but it’s like a cloudburst on a hot day – a few lines, scattered drops against a parched sidewalk, then all at once he’s drowning.

He writes for four hours that night. His poems are full of microchips and anger, all about the gray morality of man against the rigidity of binary code, and by one a.m., when he should really be getting his beauty rest for tomorrow’s game, he’s starting to formulate a theory.

The theory is that maybe being in Dex’s proximity jumpstarts his creativity. In a phrase, Dex inspires him.

So Nursey resolves to test it.

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anonymous asked:

I want Lance to be actually important so bad but the idea of him not being blue's makes me SO SAD. he clearly loves her. And Keith being black's paladin would make red so angry and red deserves better than that. I want Lance to get a whole season devoted to how great he is but if he loses blue and isn't super sad over it my heart will shatter

my greatest hopes and dreams for season three:

-keith tries to pilot the black lion. the team goes on a mission (with keith leading it) but things are going terribly wrong until lance comes up with a plan that saves everyone.
-after this mission, red and black have a telepathic conversation (bc they’re robotic lions) and decide that keith is a really bad choice for black paladin (the other paladins and allura and coran have the same discussion).
-so then allura is chosen to be the black paladin.
-the team goes on a mission in which lance’s plan saves them (again). allura is still the black paladin.
-but allura has a lot on her plate as the leader of the general rebellion against the galra, the pilot of the black lion, and the pilot of the castle so. she’s Very Stressed.
-allura can handle the stress but coran is like, “um?? no?? take care of yourself. drink some water. take a nap.”
-and allura is like, “i’ll take a nap when i’m dead” and promptly falls asleep
-so the team has another meeting about who to make black paladin
-everyone is conflicted because they know allura and keith are out of the picture so they’re all like, “??? who can it be??”
-and hunk (because he’s a Bro) is like, “um you guys…lance”
-silence falls as they all turn to look at lance
-lance: i’m not a leader though??
literally everyone: are you fucking blind
-so black paladin lance!!
-Angst™ ensues as lance doesn’t want to give up piloting blue
-someone (coran) comes up to him and is like “chill. it’s just until we find shiro.”
-and lance tells the blue lion this
-allura goes to pilot blue for a mission (which has lance as the leader)
-mission goes well bc lance
-lance is the black paladin for some time 
-they find shiro
-lance goes back to piloting blue and is confident in himself
-boom everyone’s happy

have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

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“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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Okay but what happens when Aelin dies at the lock

Does Rowan find her body and just sit there in silence?

Does he fall to his knees before his mate and just sob

Is Aelin dying when he gets there?

Is she able to tell him she loves him one last time?


Does Aelin brush away Rowan’s tears and tell him that she’ll see him later?

Does Rowan clutch her burning body to his chest, not caring that she’s burning him?

Does Aelin half-heartedly shove away?

Does she look into his eyes as she dies?

Does Rowan roar to the Gods to bring back his mate because, he can’t fucking lose her?

Do the Gods hear Rowan’s cry of utter anguish and pause before the leave the world that'sbeen their prison for so long

Do they watch as the Prince of Ice and Wind clutches the Queen of Flame and Ash?

Does the one with the heart that burns with flame approach them, and does the one with ice follow?

Do they press their hands to the Heir of Fire’s body and heal her because the Prince of Ice and Wind will not allow them rest if his mate dies?

Do they mutter a blessing as they leave?

Does Aelin wake up hours after the end of the battle, with Rowan’s head on her belly, the tang of tears in her throat?

Does she card her fingers through her blood stained hair and laugh as he jolts?

Does she tug him down and kiss him, ignoring the shouts of her court as they rejoice in the fact that Aelin is alive?

Do we get a happy ending?

I guess it’s because you saw me as something soft and calm when I was coughing up blood and reciting suicide notes in my sleep, I thought you were something more than temporary when that was all you were
Because you pick flowers and put them in water while I crush them inbetween journal pages
I guess it’s because you were always humming and I always needed something to fill the silence, now all I fall asleep to is the faucet dripping because I realized nothing can fill this room like your voice
I guess it’s because you tasted better than
Newport Cigarettes while I was the coffee that made your hands shake
Because we were two poets in love with the idea of making eachother’s pain sound beautiful, that we forgot that the pain was just pain
I guess it’s because I loved so fast and so hard that I forgot to check if you were still in the passenger’s seat, and you forgot to wear the seatbelt
I guess it’s because I have to hold my breath around you because your scent is home and I am homesick for a place that burned down a long time ago
Because I still keep your love letters in my jean pockets to remind me that someone loved me at one point, even if you forgot
I guess it’s because I haven’t been able to smile at another boy without comparing them to your eyes or your smile or the way you made me feel safe when things got bad again
You were the first place I ever visited that made me want to come back and the first body I’ve ever fit so well with, now I’m just a puzzle piece mixed in with a different picture
You painted me into sunsets and rose fields and loved me so much I began to think maybe I didn’t have to hate myself forever
Because seasons change and feelings weather away and disappear somewhere inbetween crowded hallways and stale glances
I guess it’s because I can’t hold your hands so I dig mine so deep into my pockets my fingertips start to ache
Because we almost made it, we almost had it, almost almost almost
Maybe it’s because you are everything nice in the world while I am just smoke and white pills
Because I cut off my hair so maybe the hurt would go away and pretended I was not as lonely as I still am
I guess it’s because we realized the hurt was not pretty but I was willing to stay while you were halfway to another city
Because even though I was not your soul mate, you were mine and I will always love you more than I hate you, and I hate that

-R.J//Homesick for a Place That Never Existed// (via @boypoetic )

All I want right now is to lay in the grass, cuddle up next to you, and look at the stars. We would talk through the tranquility of the night with our hushed conversations about everything from our favorite pizza toppings to the things we swore to never reveal. We would name all the stars in the sky and sing to the moon until the silence engulfed us. Except this silence wouldn’t be awkward and unnerving. It would be filled with the jokes we made, the secrets we told, the trifling topics that were not nearly as meaningless as they seemed. This silence would be filled with the thundering outcries of love and passion. And in this deafening silence, I would fall asleep in your arms captivated by the beauty of everything. The chill of the night. The bright stars. The light-hearted yet profound conversation. The smell of your cologne. The feeling of your hands engulfing mine. The taste of your lips against mine. And most importantly, you.
—  neutralle

Backstory: Our guild is rescuing a farmer from an evil cult. We are all disguised as cultists from said cult, and we are trying to bring our ¾ horse-centaur (human head and little arms), Harold, into the main building. The cultist archer posted up at the watchtower is getting suspicious, as the Boss disallowed horses from entering.

Rogue: Boss told me its okay to let it in for a minute. We’ll take them back outside before they cause a mess.

Cultist Archer: The boss is busy right now.. Just what are you trying to pull?

GM: Roll a bluff check. 

The party’s Dragon Knight steps in and rolls a Nat 20 on his bluff, with a modifier of 3, making it a bluff roll of 23.

Dragon Knight(OOC): Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.

GM: What will you say to the archer?

Dragon Knight: *Thinks for a few seconds* You are now a chicken nugget, floating in the depths of space. Become the void. *Waves his hand*

The archer starts laughing out of the sheer stupidity of the sentence.

Cultist Archer: HAHAHAHA-

(sudden silence)

The archer falls off the watchtower unharmed, with a slight smile on his face and glazed eyes.

We bring Harold into the building.

Three reasons

Originally posted by sugutie

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff (with maybe a tiny, tiny bit of angst in the middle) // One-shot

Word count: 3.6k

Synopsis: Jeon claims, vows, that he has every reason not to like you - three reasons, to be more specific, and he’s more than willing to proclaim them on his very own deathbed if needed. Ok, a bit drastic, but it makes the idea.

After all, even the hectic, frantic pace of his much pissed heart is proving him right - right?

Right?

Author’s note: Pc destroyed but phone working, plus my need to wreck my lovely sis @pantaemonium with a shit-storm of fluff. And this is what came out, blame Laura.

(What happened to me and my love for horror tho? Blame Jeon)


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There are exactly three reasons why Jeon Jungkook doesn’t like you.

(And when the golden boy says he doesn’t like you, he means that he really, really, really Does Not Like You – yes, all with capitals letters.)

First of all, for lacking of better words, you can totally, easily, completely annihilate him at Mario Kart.

That, as everybody in the room knows, truly shouldn’t be possible, yet here he is with the controller hanging between his hands and eyes big and confused as he watches his avatar falling into the abyss down Rainbow Road along with his very bruised, very salty pride.

It was one of your blue shells.

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The drunk reveal no one asked for and the cracker shenanigans

Okay, so look at this. It is 8000+ words. Fucking hell. All the thanks to @lunian who is the mastermind behind this gem. Let’s roll. Also, it isn’t proof read cause seriously guys, who has time to proofread 21 pages of crack. Sorry for any gramamr mistake


Marinette looked around the living room, from the music system to the table covered with bowl and bags off what could easily be all the snacks found on the French market. Marinette wasn’t especially in the mood to party, she would have rather stayed at home and finish some designs, especially after the fact that there was an akuma that morning that managed to ruin her sleeping late plans. But Alya insisted, saying there wil be amiliar faces too. And Marinette totally didn’t come because Alya promised Nino is brinign her a certain blond someone who just arrived back to Paris from one year exchange in Milano. Totally not. She was perfectly content with having a friendly conversation with Adrien after only seeing him through Skype for a year. Until he walked in the room. And Marinette finally understood just how low quality the skype camera was.

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Originally posted by knfie-edge

Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)

- Head Honcho ~ Zoe


“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.

“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.

“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.

“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.

“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.

“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”

“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.

“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”

Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.

He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;

“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.

“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.

“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.

"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling. 

He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips

“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.

“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.

“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.

You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.

“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”

Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.

“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.

A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.

“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence

“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.

“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.

You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.

You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”

“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”

“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.

“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.

You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”

“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.

“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.

“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.

“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”

“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.

“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” You both nod.

“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.

“Bye, Dad.” You wave.

“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.

“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.

“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.

You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.

“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”

“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.

The Fight

Requested imagine based off of these bullet points.

Your name: submit What is this?

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“It’s not that I don’t want to go…” you trail off and Shawn interjects. 

“Yes, it is. You said you didn’t want to go." 

"Shawn, you’re not listening to me." 

"I am listening, you’re not listening.” His response comes, sharp and immediate.

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“You’re staring at Mister Vimes, Reg.”

“Am I?” Reg asks, eyes fixed on Vimes’ back as he speaks to some new recruits.

“Yes Reg,” Nobby says. “You’re staring, Reg. Why’re you staring?”

“He… just reminds me of someone, sometimes. The Commander.”

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He’s twenty-five and he’s standing on top of the barricades, flag in his hands and pure defiance in his voice.

He’s twenty-five and he should be dead, is dying, blood gushing from more wounds than he can count but he’s still crawling forwards, still fighting, propelled by nothing but willpower and conviction because he will. Not. Give. Up.

He’s twenty-five – but is he, still? – and fresh air washes over his face, not quite ridding him of the taste of mud and dirt still filling his mouth.

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dreams that you dare to dream...

Finale Canon Divergence time - so, imagine that the magic bean Killian retrieved from the beanstalk was still usable and I’m gonna spin off from there…(cause I wanted the payoff for the lengths Killian went through in the EF to try to get back to Emma) - 900 words


Regina and Snow have a silent conversation and seem to come to an agreement, both of them looking at Killian with equal looks of unwavering determination.

“Go, use the bean. Get to Emma and do whatever it takes to help her believe again. I’m going to find David and Regina will do whatever she can to hold this place together.”

Killian grips the bean tight in his palm, feeling both incredulous at the suggestion and relieved at the same time. So many of the people he will need to leave behind have become his family, but he knows none of that will matter without Emma by his side.

“Snow, I can’t leave you all here to…”

“Killian, she needs you. We need you. Go. Now!”

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Demigods Being Real
  • Since his time spent in the bronze jar Nico can’t stand silence, there always has to be something in the background or else his vision will darken at the edges and this sickeningly heavy feeling in his stomach grows
  • Calypso cries almost every day, begging to be back at ohygia. The world moves so fast she can’t keep up. The cars, conversations, time, even the butterflies floating on the edge of the stream at camp half blood seem like they’re in a hurry. 
  • The pain Reyna feels from her fellow legionaries and campers becomes too much for her sometimes. She shy’s away from Nico the most and immediately feels his sadness, she constantly reassures him and others not to worry. Reyna often takes long walks by herself, embracing the freedom it gives her.
  • Percy has a silent anger about him, he’ll let most things slide but when everything gets too much he’ll look at you with the most dead ass hateful glare you’ve ever seen. One time a cabin counselor told a newbie camper to ask Percy for a tour around CHB, this happened and the camper ended up crying and scared. A lot of people are careful around him now
  • Annabeth never really paid much attention to her well being, if she got sick or hurt herself she worked regardless because “there’s always something more important going on.” 
  • Even after Ares’ blessing on Frank he still feels self-conscious about his weight. It’s always been something on the edge of his mind, growing up in middle school was especially hard and Frank sometimes catches himself comparing his body to Jason’s especially. 
  • Rachel can go weeks without even thinking about her parents, when she casually mentions this to the others an awkward silence falls because almost all of them have lost a parent and don’t have the option of choosing to ignore them. There is a barely-there resentment in Hazel and Frank and Jason and Leo towards her
Lost Track of Time

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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Imperfect Celestial (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas doesn’t understand why the reader feels so insecure. Why should she? To him, she’s the most beautiful thing in the Universe.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Selfhate, Cas being a sweetheart, almost smut (Winchesters be cockblocking), lots and lots of fluff, angst

(In this fic, all the crap with April and Meg didn’t happen but I still hardcore ship Megstiel. I apologize because this is crappy.


Also look how pretty he is in the gif!)

Originally posted by thearronaut

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