so that's something!


"I’m sorry, Dean… I didn’t know who else to call…" There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about any more. The copious amounts of alcohol I had been encouraged to consume clouded my mind and blurred my vision. I couldn’t remember what had happened that left me sitting in a parking lot by myself, but I was sure of one thing. He was here to save me. Dean was crossing the space between us with urgency, his eyes wide and his brow creased in concern.  

"Y/N! Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?! I swear to god if anyone laid a hand on you…" Dean hurriedly removed his jacket and folded it around my shaking body. The brightness from the Impala’s headlights was glaring off my flashy, short dress and the heels I held in one hand. I felt ashamed and childlike, desperately wiping the moisture from my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. He was too preoccupied with searching my body for any signs that I had been injured. Overwhelming relief washed over me. He was here, it was all over.

"I’m okay, now that you’re here." I choked back another sob and fell forward into Dean’s arms. His warmth felt like home to me. For the first time that night I felt safe and content. Dean pulled me tighter to his chest and spread a wide hand over the back of my hair. I could feel the anxiety in the way he squeezed me close. His breath came as a shaky sigh when he spoke again, this time the words more stern.

"You never, ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared. I would never forgive myself if…" He paused and I could feel a small shudder rock his body before he continued. "Come on, let’s get you home"

p.s. This whole situation is probably giving him flashbacks to the time his dad saved him from that bar in New York.

UNIT Stories in New Who

(Because I apparently like making random lists when I’m bored.)

  • The Sontaran Stratagem/the Poison Sky
  • Planet of the Dead
  • Power of Three
  • The Day of the Doctor
  • Death in Heaven

New Who stories with UNIT in minor roles

  • World War Three
  • The Sound of Drums
  • Turn Left
  • The Stolen Earth/Journey’s End
  • The End of Time
  • The Bells of Saint John

Kids, let’s be very clear, right now; if you’re only following me for Dragon Age stuff, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.

DA is undeniably one of my main fandoms, however, this is not a fandom blog, let alone a single!fandom blog. It’s a “whatever the fuck Aro feels like at that moment” blog. Radical idea, I know.

Honestly, I’m just not polite enough to divide my crap up into neat little side-blogs, nor to meticulously tag things without a good* reason. That all sounds a bit too much like work, to me.

Mkay? Mkay.

I know that the popular portrayal of Teddy Lupin is that of a cocky punk rocker-type kid, but what about a Teddy Lupin who has a strong need to be What Is Expected, instead?  Not someone who likes to stand out in a crowd or who feels any real need to rebel, but someone who grew up in an atmosphere of grief-tinged determination and internalized it, the kind of child who looked at the adults around him and thought “I’m going to make it as easy for them to love me as I can”?

Maybe when he’s around his grandparents he picks up Tonks’ nose and laugh and penchant for cotton-candy-colored hair, and when he’s around Harry he adopts Lupin’s slouch and crooked half-smile and heavy-lidded eyes.  Maybe when they go out in public—in front of the Wizarding public, I mean—he’s bright colors and bright laughs and easy with the fame, whether he really feels comfortable with all those eyes on him or not, because he knows it’s part and parcel of being Harry Potter’s godson and the child of fallen war heroes, and the last thing he’d ever want is to make his family think he’s uncomfortable with them.  Maybe when they go out into the Muggle world—to awkwardly shake hands with Petunia and Dudley, to visit Ted Tonks’ extended family, to meet Hermione’s parents—his hair still looks colored but now it looks painted or dyed, not like it naturally grew out blue and green and pink, and if his face still changes nobody can tell, because by the time a muggle looks back a second time it looks the same as it was before.  

I dunno, I just feel like the child of a war like that would know the value of being what is needed, what is expected, what is easy and advantageous.  So he makes adjustments to his appearance and mannerisms on the fly based on the reactions of those around him, smooths out the rough patches and makes everyone more comfortable than they would have been otherwise, not because he thinks he owes it to anyone but just because he recognizes that it’s better than the alternative.  Probably there’s enough upset in his life without him manufacturing his own. 

just ignore this...I just need to let this out somehow.

Sometimes I am thinking of leaving this site. But because of these precious people, which I treat as friends, is what keeps me going and on staying here….

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annieodaairs prompted “swanfirequeen established relationship fluff”, inspired by this post from otpprompts

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Then you’d kill the angel, Castiel. Now that one — that, I suspect, would hurt something awful.

lol oh no is this a double date

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day!

i live for a kaneki harem for hide ok  ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )


"How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold."