sorry about not publishing this earlier

Self Conclusion (Chapter Five)

Self Conclusion (Chapter One)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Two)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Three)

Self Conclusion (Chapter Four)

Jughead slept fitfully in Betty’s lap for twenty minutes before he asked to be alone again.

Betty busied herself in the kitchen baking fresh bread and cookies while Jughead napped. After an hour and a half, Betty decided to wake him up, bringing a mug of soup, slices of fresh bread and a plate full of cookies.

When Betty opened the door to her dark bedroom, Jughead was lying on her bed, facing her.

“Hi,” She murmured quietly, placing the tray down next to the laptop on her desk.

“Hi,” He answered quietly.

“I know you’re still sad, but -”

Jughead sat up quickly and shook his head. “No, no, that’s just it. I’m not sad any more, I’m pissed off.” His voice rose.

“It’ll be okay, Jug, I -”

“Will it? I-I am so angry that my face is burning up. My blood literally feels like it’s boiling a-and I’m going to be engulfed and all that will be left of me is a pile of ashes and I don’t know how to stop it!”

“Don’t let it consume you, Jughead. I know, easier said than done, but you need to take back control. Get it out of you anyway you can - take a kick boxing class, or -” She couldn’t help but notice the look of distaste on Jughead’s face. “- Or,” She said again pointedly. “Write it down in a journal like me, or write songs or poetry or start a podcast, do anything to get the anger and heat out of your body. Don’t let it burn you up.”

Jughead sighed.

Betty jutted her chin towards her laptop. “Go let it out,” She murmured.

Jughead stood up and wandered to the desk, picking up the plate of cookies instead of the laptop. He popped one in his mouth and made a face Betty couldn’t decipher.

“What? Are they okay? I just made them.”

He shoved another in his mouth and chewed quickly before answering her. “These are the best goddamn cookies I’ve ever eaten.”

Betty blushed slightly and laughed. “Slow down, there’s more in the kitchen.”

“What kind are they?” He asked as he shoved another in his mouth.

“Lemon crinkle cookies. The’re one of my favorites, too. I’ve only made them once before, so…” She trailed off, not really knowing what she wanted to say. “I’m glad you like them, though.”

Jughead sat back down next to Betty on the bed.

“It’ll make you feel better if you pour yourself into something,” Betty murmured quietly.

“I’m already starting to feel better. And actually, I-I’d like to get to know you better. Maybe finish our 21 Questions?”

Betty smiled. “Sure. I think you asked the last one, so I’ll go.”

Jughead nodded.

“When did you first start thinking about… about killing yourself?”

Jughead scratched the back of his neck. “Just like that, huh?”

“I just figured since we’re running out of time we might as well ask the real questions.” Heat crept into Betty’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Jughead nodded. “I  really don’t remember the first time I thought about it. It feels like it’s always been there, creeping in the back of my mind, and it just got louder and louder until I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

Betty chewed on her lip.

“With every shitty hand I got dealt throughout the years, it got worse.  I’ve heard all my life that I’m a disappointment, or a failure, or a liability and my plan was to prove them all wrong. But the older I got, the more truthful it became, and the plan to prove them wrong got over-shadowed by the voice telling me to end it all instead. I’m just a big fuck-up. I’ve been bullied all my life, and fuck them, cause I don’t need people like Cheryl Blossom or Reggie Mantle in my life, but when the people who are supposed to be there for you through everything, like Archie, or my own mother start to leave, what are you supposed to do?”

“You’re not a fuck up, Jughead. I wish you could see you the way I see you.” Betty pulled Jughead’s hand into hers.

“How do you see me?” He asked quietly.

“I mean, you’ve always been the smartest person I know. And sarcastic. But you’re also the strongest person I’ve ever met. Even when we stopped talking, the way you carried yourself in school, it seemed like you were perfectly okay being by yourself because you knew you were out of everyone else’s league. And being here, now, with me? Stopping yourself from doing it? That takes courage, Jughead.”

“Then you’re courageous, too.”

Betty shook her head slowly. “No, I’m not. Sure, I go up to the Cliffs all the time, but I’m too cowardly to go through with anything.”

Jughead gripped Betty’s hands tighter. “You’re too smart to go through with anything. There’s nothing courageous about killing yourself.”

“There’s nothing courageous about this, either.” Betty murmured, opening her palm to remind him of her crescent-shaped scars.

Jughead rubbed his thumb over them. “We all have ways to dull our sharp edges, y’know?”

“How do you dull the pain?”

Jughead shrugged. “All different ways, I guess.  Did you know I once initiated a fight with Reggie just because I wanted to feel something? I was numb. So being punched in the face was better than that. Writing helps, too. You keep a journal? I’ve been writing a novel.”

“What?” Betty’s eyes lit up, a small smile forming on her lips. “That’s incredible. Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because if I kill myself, it’s never going to get published. If I don’t want a future, what’s the point of taking about the possibility of one?”

Betty’s eyes started to sting, tears pooling. “I’m sorry I can’t change your mind, Jughead. I know we haven’t been close lately, we haven’t talked in years, but I-I don’t want to lose you.”

Jughead opened his mouth, about to say something, then changed his mind. He closed it again. “You are one of the only people to show me kindness, you know that? And I’ll always be grateful.”

Betty squeezed his hand. “I still have 31 hours to try and change your mind.” She whispered.

“You’ve helped me more than you know, Betty.”

Betty smiled sadly. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name since the 7th grade.”

“I just can’t imagine a world where we leave this house on Sunday and go back to being friends and the rest of the world just magically melts away and the shit stops.”

“The shit might not stop, Jughead, but we could deal with the shit together. I don’t want it to go back to the way it was before - I just thought you wanted to be alone. And now I know differently, I -”

“It might kill me to get my hopes up, Betty.”

Betty cast her eyes down at their intertwined fingers. “Tell me about your mom? And Jellybean?”

“There’s not much to tell about my Mom - she tried. She kept her job at the diner for a while when Dad was working with Fred, but eventually she got fired. When I was little, she used to tell me I was “too much”, whatever that meant. It’s not like I was a hyper kid. When she took JB to Toldeo, it was as if the thought of bringing me along with her never occurred to her. It was just like her and Dad would split the kids down the middle - JB with her, me with Dad, that’s it. JB cried the morning they left, and I promised her that I would see her soon, but I haven’t seen her since that morning. That kid means more to me than anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry, Jughead. I know she misses you, though. Why not go see her?”

“I called my mom a couple weeks ago, she doesn’t have the room for me right now.” Jughead shrugged and stood up. He trudged to the laptop and pulled up Betty’s iTunes library.

“Have you ever played the Music Game?” Betty asked as she saw her music library fill the screen.

Jughead shook his head. “What’s that?”

“You answer questions with songs or song lyrics. For example, my first question: What song would you describe yourself with?”

“Uh,” Jughead faltered. “Creep by Radiohead. What about you?”

Betty thought for a second. “Gasoline by Halsey.”

“What song would you use to describe me?” Jughead asked.

“Maybe not you, but your life: The Show Must Go On by Queen. Same question.”

Jughead took a deep breath. “Not Just A Girl by She Wants Revenge.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” Betty answered sheepishly.

Jughead looked relived. “Your turn.”

“What’s the anthem of your life?”

“Wasn’t that your first question?”

“No,” Betty half-smiled. “That was a song that you would use to describe yourself. This is… this is more like a song that you feel a deep connection to, like it could’ve been written for you.”

Jughead bit his lip for a second before answering. “Degausser by Brand New.”

“Jughead,” Betty murmured sadly. She knew the song well.

“Same question.”

“Breathe Me by Sia, maybe.”

Jughead shrugged. “I’ve never heard it.”

“What song do you wish described your life?”

“My Way by Frank Sinatra.”  

“How would you describe this weekend so far?”

“It’s my turn to ask,” Jughead smirked. “But, uh, To Be Alone by Hozier.”

The heat rose to Betty’s cheeks. “Really?” She whispered.

Jughead nodded.

“Jughead? Will you do something for me?”

Jughead nodded again. He padded back over to the bed and sat next to Betty.

“When fourty-eight hours are over, will you go to a therapist? Or talk to someone? I - I really want to keep getting to know you. And you deserve to see Jellybean again.”

Jughead nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Really?” Tears pricked Betty’s eyes.

“Yeah. But you have to, too.”

Betty nodded. “Can I tell you something?”


“I had the biggest crush on you in 7th grade.”

Jughead’s mouth hung open slightly. “Really?” He felt like he was gasping for air.

Betty smiled. “Yeah.”

“Betty I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met.”

She placed her hand gently against Jughead’s cheek. Her eyes were searching his, trying to read him. She leaned forward until Jughead caught her lips between his.

It was soft, sweet, gentle.

They both needed more.

Betty ran her hand to the back of Jughead’s neck to pull him closer. Her fingers weaved with his hair, pushing his hat off his head.

His tongue moved gently against hers, moving his mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the delicate skin behind her ear.

Betty tilted her head back. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Jughead grazed his hand over her neck, his thumb moving softly over Betty’s soft lips. She opened her mouth to gasp as his teeth nipped at her neck, allowing his thumb to slip in between her lips. She ran her tongue over his thumb before he brought his mouth back to hers.

“Betty,” he murmured into her mouth.

She broke the kiss only to place one of her legs over Jughead’s, straddling his lap. She kissed him again, gently, running her hands down his back. She toyed with the hem of his shirt.

Jughead pulled away only to pull his shirt off. He peppered soft kisses against her jawline. He returned to her lips with a hunger, nibbling and sucking and needing more.

He brushed his hand against Betty’s stomach, curling his hand around her waist to press her body against his.

Betty raised up on her knees to have him pull her shirt off. She sank back down, shifting slightly so she was sitting on Jughead’s leg. She began to suck on Jughead’s neck, eliciting a moan from his lips. She moved her hips ever so slightly against his thigh, the friction causing the heat to pool in between her thighs.

“Betty,” Jughead murmured, lust filling his voice.

A whimper escaped Betty’s throat in response.

He ran his hands against Betty’s back, gripping her soft skin. She ground herself against Jughead’s thigh once more and pulled Jughead’s bottom lip between her teeth.

She placed her hands at the waistline of Jughead’s pants. “Do you want to?”

anonymous: ah i just wanted to say!!! all of your art of plankton and/or karen means a lot to me,,,, ive been going through kinda a rough time but looking at your stuff just cheers me up!! i absolutely Cling to their interactions for emotional support so its really great seeing people care about their relationship so genuinely, and the fact that your art is so bright and so clearly filled w/ effort really affirms that you do!! gosh im rambling but just like… thank you? so much? for unabashedly loving em?

hi there! sorry i didn’t respond earlier - i hope you don’t mind me publishing this, but your message got me all a-flutter and i felt like i just had to doodle you a lil something extra. i’m so happy i can be of some little help to you! and you are so welcome. drawing these two really makes me happy too, i think they’re one of the funniest parts of the musical, but they’re a portrayal that shows maybe sheldon and karen do love each other really! 

Hey, flawless-girls
I have spoken with Sara and Vilde earlier today, I don’t know if you guys have heard about it, but I have a confession l. Last Monday I created saranors2 and published pictures from and old chat between Isak and Sara, without Isak’s knowledge. There is no point in explaining why u did it because it justifies nothing. I am extremely sorry for what I did and what consequences it got, especially for Sara. And that it affected Vilde, who never had anything to do with this. Don’t hate Isak, or each other. It is my fault. I hope you can forgive me some time. I completely understand if not.

Tuesday 6.06.17 at 2.28pm

Translation by myself (and Google Translate)
Sana on the “Flawless Since 99″ Facebook bus group


Hey Flawless-girls
I spoke to Sara and Vilde earlier today, I don’t know if you’ve already heard but I have something to confess. Last monday I created saranors2 and published photos from an old chat between Isak and Sara, without Isak knowing about it. There is no point in explaining why I did it because it doesn’t justify anything. I am extremely sorry for what I did and for the consequences it had, especially for Sara. And that my coward actions affected Vilde, who never had anything to do with this. Do not hate Isak, or each other. I’m the only one to blame. I hope you can forgive me one day. I completely understand if you can’t.

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anonymous asked:

A concept: you and Shawn are sitting in a hotel room, he's strumming on his guitar creating minor melodies, you make a joke of a song lyric to fit into the little tune he's singing, he likes your little lyric, and puts it into the song

Yes yes yes, and then every time you hear that song on the radio, you know that one part was yours. You and Shawn are the only people who know where that one lyric came from and about that night in the hotel room that sparked it.

I published this ask by accident earlier without answering it, sorry about that! My poor boys D’: let the heartache commence.


– He acts as if it doesn’t faze him when he finds out, but his soul has dimmed a little. It feels like just another reminder of how he isn’t good enough, even though no one is really at fault.

– He’ll get along all right with his crush’s S/O, bearing no hard feelings towards them. He’ll joke and be chill like usual, though it’s going to sting when he sees you two together. If it gets too much, he’ll excuse himself and shortcut to the living room of his home, where he’ll turn on the tv and try not to think of how much he wants to be in their place.

– He’ll randomly become really distant and you’ll never know why. He’ll never tell you that there are days when he can’t even look at you without feeling a pain in his soul. He’ll never say how close he’s come to just confessing to you on a whim, how desperate he becomes. He’ll suffer in silence because he wants you happy. He doesn’t want you to know about his feelings at all, if he can help it.


– It takes all of him to maintain his passive expression when you introduce your datemate. He’ll smile a little and shake their hand, but that will be all unless they try to start conversation. He’s not trying to be rude, he’s just having a difficult time trying to keep himself together. It really was too good to be true.

– He’s still happy for you, of course. He trusts that you’ve chosen an S/O that treats you right - but he probably asks about them from time to time to make sure that’s the case. Other than that though, he tries to avoid being in the same room with both of you. He’ll make up some excuse about having to go help his brother with something and then shortcut just as the other person walks in.

– Hound doesn’t become distant with you. In fact, he tries to maintain your friendship as best he can at all times. Even though he can’t be there for you as your S/O, he still thinks that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he wants you in his life.. No matter how badly it may hurt him.

countolafnph  asked:

Let’s try that again: 💗 for Orwhistle!

💗: Who initiates most physical contact?
[To the anon who also requested this pairing/prompt combo: You probably got a notification that I replied to your ask earlier today, which I did…and then, because I am a Verifiable Freaking Disaster, I inadvertently deleted the post when I went to fix a typo and couldn’t re-publish it until I got home from work. Sorry about that!
Also,@rawrrawrraygor, I believe this counts as at least part of the VFD beach fic we’ve talked about…]

The Anwhistles’ annual end-of-summer bonfire night is in full swing. Up in the cabin, a crowd has gathered in the kitchen for the double-blind taste test that will determine the winner of this year’s chili cook-off (Quentin Quagmire holds three consecutive titles, but Kit Snicket returned from a recent assignment in Peru with a suitcase full of smuggled habaneros and a grudge, so the competition is heating up in more ways than one). Somewhere on the bluff, Monty and Gustav and at least two of the Denouement triplets are traipsing tipsily through the tall grass in pursuit of what the herpetologist loudly insists is a sub-species of Land-Lubbing Sea Snake, but is in fact a waterlogged tree branch attached to a length of fishing line that, much farther up the hill, is attached to Olaf. A handful of Volunteers are taking advantage of the balmy evening with a swim in the black and sparkling waters of Lake Lachrymose, and on the beach, with sand underfoot and smoke wafting overhead, Josephine finds herself taking the lead.

It isn’t that Georgina is hesitant. After all, Josephine has observed her training. She’s seen her swan dive out third-story windows. She’s heard the strident ring in her voice when she spots the first fatal flaw in a debate opponent’s argument, and she’s watched the quick, confident movements of her hands when it’s her turn to conduct the weekly medical demonstration.

Outside of the infirmary, however, she keeps her hands to herself.

Josephine has always balked at the suggestion that she should speak only when spoken to; after a few frustrating weeks, however, she’s concluded that Georgina adheres to a variation on it when it comes to touch. She wants to know why, but she knows the optometrist well enough to imagine the stone wall she’ll encounter if she decides to pry.

Fortunately, she’s stubborn enough to wait, and in the meantime…well, all the aptitude tests do categorize her as leadership material.  

Reaching skyward, she twists her torso first left and then right as if she’s stretching after a strenuous workout rather than a lively but sedentary – the word “sedentary” here means “taking place on a rickety fold-up bench beside a crackling fire” – debate over the question of free will in the emerging field of hypnotherapy. Heaving a conspicuous, contented sigh, she settles back, drops her left hand to her lap, and drapes her right arm over Georgina’s shoulders.

Oldest trick in the book, she thinks with an inward grin that spreads irrepressibly into an outward one when the smaller woman shifts closer. But it works every damn time.

Georgina doesn’t swim, but she’s too practical to risk getting beach sand in her street clothes, and Josephine can feel the contours of her body and the heat of her skin through the thin white-and-navy fabric of her bathing suit as she nestles into her, the sensation by the fact that her own suit – a vivid orange number that scandalized the locals when she wore it to a wadi in Muscat on her honeymoon – leaves most of her right side bare.

One moment passes into another.

Music drifts indistinctly over the water from a boom box someone has set up on the dock.

Just as Josephine is beginning to fully appreciate the steady rise and fall of Georgina’s chest, familiar footsteps crunch over the sand behind them

“She doesn’t bite, Gee. I should know.” Ike’s voice is teasing, as warm and as gentle as the man himself, but Georgina sits bolt upright at the sound of it, blonde braid whipping over her shoulder as she turns to look guiltily up at him.

Please, Ike” admonishes Josephine, and although they’re rapidly approaching their fifth anniversary, she still hasn’t learned how to stop smiling at the sight of him. “We are ladies.” She pulls Georgina closer and feels her relax fractionally. “And gentlemen do not sneak up on ladies.”

With a mischievous twitch of his moustache, he sweeps his fisherman’s cap off his head and holds it over his heart as he addresses them. “Then allow me to offer my humblest and most gentlemanly apologies to you both,” he begins grandly before pausing to turn toward Josephine with a frown. “Say, Jo, what’s the plural of ‘ma’am?’”

She shakes her head. “There isn’t one. As a form of direct address, ‘ma’am’ takes only the singular.”

“But isn’t it a contraction of madam?”

“From the French madame, yes.”

“Well, then, what’s the plural in French?”

“Mesdames,” interjects Georgina, “but I’m almost certain we only use it to address written correspondence.”

Not only is the younger woman apparently comfortable enough to interrupt, but she has also just correctly navigated a rather esoteric point of English mechanics. Josephine nearly punches the air in triumph.

“In that case,” says Ike, “I’ll leave the plural out of it. Just thought I ought to come down and warn you both to steer clear of the cabin for a while.” As if on cue, the distant clash of metal drifts down from the open windows far above them, and he pales. “Oh, dear lord. They’ve found the sabres.” With that, he stoops down, steals a hasty kiss from Josephine, plants another on the crown of Georgina’s head, and hurries off up the hill. “Quentin’s a very sore loser,” he calls back over his shoulder. “And Kit – ”

Just then the wind shifts, rendering the rest of his explanation inaudible except for the words “cheating,” “falsely accused,” and “defend the honor of the Peruvian habanero.”

It doesn’t happen often, but on the rare occasions when Georgina laughs – really laughs – the grammarian finds herself powerless to do anything but join in. In that sense, tonight is no exception.

But then the laughter fades and the air seems to crackle with something more than the sound of the bonfire, and when Georgina nestles back against her and reaches – unprompted and unasked – for her hand, Josephine finds the gesture nothing short of exceptional.


So I know it´s later than usual but I was out with friends tonight so I didn´t have time to publish earlier. This is just some fluffy Cas AU because I missed writing Cas and I needed some true happy stuff.
Please send in more Cas requests so I can work on getting more stuff about him online.

Imagine being Castiel´s soulmate 

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: super, duper, mega fluffy. soulmate!AU (Also I´m seriously so tired I can´t even see straight so if there are mistakes, I´m awfully sorry)

Length: 1808 Words

Originally posted by animarecrafter


The night before a battle was always something that fascinated you.
You had lived trough thousands of those nights with the Winchesters, but of course they had somehow changed during the last years.
At first it had been just minor fights, like when you knew you were going to take a vamp nest down the next day or when it was time to approach the werewolf you had been hunting the past couple days.
But now, in the middle of the friggin apocalypse, things were different. Those nights were more intense, felt more final and somehow everyone approached them differently.
Dean would usually drink. You knew that it was a bad habit, but you couldn´t blame the man, it wasn´t as if there was much else to do.
Sam for example would read, try to find something that would help you the next day, even though he probably knew that it was in vane.
Bobby was pretty much the combination of the boys: He drank and did research at the same time.
You on the other hand would just sit somewhere, stare into the sky and think about life and what it meant to you.
Castiel was mostly gone, doing who knows what who knows where.
You had only known the angel for a little over a year, but still he somehow had managed to get into your heart and feel like a huge part of you.
It was weird, because you usually had pretty heavy trust issues and it took years for someone to settle down in your life and with him, it just felt as if you had known him forever, as if he were a part of you in a weird way.
A semi-cool breeze blew around you and you looked up into the trees to see the leaves rustle in the tree.
You had always enjoyed the sound of that as a kid and a small smile appeared on your face, when you thought about the times you had played outside in the backyard, pretending to have someone who would run around with you.
Suddenly you felt a little cold, despite the fact that the May day was rather warm and you pulled the leather jacket that was draped loosely around your shoulder closer in order to keep you warm.
For a second you thought about going back inside, but you weren´t ready to talk to any of the others just yet and you enjoyed the feeling of being outside way too much.
This could might as well be your last day on earth, who knew?
You sat in silence for another ten minutes or so, when you suddenly heard a fluttering sound beside you and turned your head to look at the angel who had appeared beside you.
“Cas”, you said and smiled lightly.
He attempted a weak smile back and even though it looked forced and a little wryly, you knew that he tried to be nice.
“You are never startled by my appearance”, he sated matter of factly and looked back at the trees before you shrugged: “Maybe it´s because I always hear the sound of your wings.”
He didn´t answer to your statement and you half figured that he had left already again but when you looked back, he was still standing there.
“Do you wanna sit down? It´s nice out here”, you offered, completely forgetting about the fact that you had wanted to be alone just minutes ago.
He hesitate but obviously figured it was the right thing to do, so awkwardly sat down beside you on the steps of the porch.
His knee was touching yours and somehow that little touch felt so intense you shifted a bit to avoid it.
“So”, you started and looked into his cold blue eyes, “are you ready to kill the devil?”
The angel didn´t move, not even shook his head, but his voice was full of doubt: “I still think the idea of killing the devil is ridiculous and reckless. But Dean seems to be certain we can do this, so I believe him.”
You chuckled a little: “Who would have known that an angel would once put all his trust into Dean Winchester?”
Cas tilted his head a bit: “What do you mean? Do you think I shouldn´t trust Dean?”
Of course he wasn´t getting the irony and you even kept yourself from rolling your eyes when you said: “No, of course you should trust Dean. Believe me, the crazy plans of that man have saved our asses so many times by now that I lost count.”
Obviously he figured that there was nothing to add because he looked away from you and up into the trees and you followed his lead.
Sitting here in silence with Cas, was really nice. You felt protected for some reason and yet you felt incredibly independent.
“I like it so much to hear the wind blow trough the trees”, you whispered, not sure why you were giving him this useless piece of information, but he immediately responded:
“Yes, I enjoy that too. I really enjoy earth in general. If the planet isn´t just threatened to be blown away, it´s actually a nice place.”
You laughed: “Yeah, that´s a way to put it.”
When you looked at him, he was still looking up and you felt somewhat excited and yet awfully calm, the two features that typically went together at one of those nights.
But there was one other feeling too, one that you had never felt before at such an occasion and it somehow made you uneasy because it was so unfamiliar:
The feeling of being completed.
It was as if a connection radiated between you and the angel and then it hit you that this really wasn´t the first time you felt this.
In fact you had felt it lots of times in the last year, always when Cas was near you.
He just had never been so close to you for such a long time and maybe that was why it took you so long to figure this out.
Of course one could probably figure that it was some kind of weird crush, but it felt rather physical than emotional, even though you also felt an psychological bond towards the angel.
You must have stared at him for a long time now, because he suddenly turned his attention away from the trees and focused completely on you:
“You are feeling it too, right?”
Totally taken aback, you opened your eyes widely: “What?”
He sighed: “I always thought that I was imagining it but apparently it´s true.”
His cryptic talk was starting to irritate you and you frowned: “Could you please stop talking in riddles and tell me what you are talking about?”
His eyes sparkled in a weird way and you knew that whatever was about to come was pretty intense but you didn´t care, because you somehow suddenly died to know.
There was silence for another minute, before he started talking: “Somehow, I really have no idea how this could have possibly happened, we are bonded. I never came close enough to you to prove the theory and I also never could figure out if it was really a bond or if…”
He stopped and you sensed this was important: “Or if what?”
Suddenly he faced away from you again: :”Well, it could only be a real bond if you could feel it too. And I was never sure if you did, so I figured that it might as well be my absurd feelings for you.”
Your heart was beating really fast and your hand somehow searched for his without you even really telling it to.

He didn´t pull away when you found it, he just let you touch him but still faced away: “But when I noticed you looking at me with this stunned look in your eyes I knew that you could feel it too.”
You nodded, even though he could probably not see that.
“This is really … strange”, you stated, not sure what else to say, this was new territory for you and you had no idea how to approach it.
That was when he looked at you again: “It really is. Usually angels bond with each other like this. Not with humans.”
This information was completely new for you and you frowned: “So you do know what this bond usually means?”
He nodded but remained silent and you sighed: “Would you mind telling me?”
As if that had never occurred to him, he looked at the ground and somehow took the hand you had placed on his and interlaced your fingers:
“Usually it means that the angels are soulmates.”
The news should have shocked you, but they didn´t. It just felt like something that had to be said.
“So, do you think we are soulmates?”, you whispered and you were sure you saw him blush a little: “Well, there´s one way we´ll know for sure. At least it works with other angels.”
You nodded eagerly: “What is it?”
He smiled shyly: “We could kiss each other. If you are my true soulmate, a bit of my grace will go over into your body and usually you would give me a bit of yours, but since you don´t have a grace, you obviously have nothing to loose.”
This was his attempt of make the situation easier with a joke, and somehow it worked because you could feel yourself smiling: “Then do it.”
His eyes grew wide: “You really want me to do that? There´s no way of going back if my grace really rubs of on you, we´re bond forever.”
And just because this revelation didn´t shock you at all, you knew that you wouldn´t regret kissing Cas right now.
“Do it!”, you whispered and he immediately leaned in, placing the most perfect kiss on your lips. It was soft and he tasted like coffee, which you didn´t even know he drank.
And then the nice warm feeling turned into something intense, something real strong and powerful and yet not painful in any way.
You parted and you whispered: “It´s happening.”
He smiled: “I know, it´s happening to me too.”
And then you felt it, the way something closed around your heart. It felt perfect and you knew it was Cas´ grace.
“I have a bit of your grace”, you said, totally stunned and he still smiled: “And I have a bit of your soul. I hope you don´t mind.”
You smiled back: “Of course I don´t. Where would it be safer than with my soulmate.”
You leaned back in and kissed him again, this time just because you wanted to and because you knew he did too.
“We are going to win”, he said confidently after the second most perfect kiss in the world and you grinned: “I know.”

aceblacksmith  asked:

Sorry if my ask(s) were a little dark <:\ Have a great day/night/whatever the weather


Actually that’s something I was thinking about for a while. I got a pretty dark ask earlier this week and couldn’t publish it because it was from an anon. So like, we all know Lotor is a villain and Pidge isn’t. In alot of these hero-villain scenarios there are some dark or intense stuff brought up. I personally don’t mind, but I can’t speak for everyone who follows this blog? I’ve reblogged nsfw content before but I’ve tagged it so people who are uncomfortable with it can blacklist it. The problem with asks is I can’t tag anything.

SO. If anyone has anything dark they would like me to see, I’d like to ask you post it first, on your main blog or a side blog, and tag me in it with the @ symbol? I want to be sure to tag anything that could trigger or make anyone uncomfortable from the start. Thank you everyone!

anonymous asked:

*whispers* I don't know if you're still going to be writing minifics but would you consider 33. Shouto x Deku?

I AM!! Sorry, I have like 40 drafts in my inbox and I publish one every couple days.  But yeh! I’m always taking requests :D feel free to send as many as you want and I’ll get to it as soon as I can. or keep bothering me about one you sent in earlier and i’ll probably reach it faster…

33. “wait what did you just say you love me?”
        — send me a pairing and a prompt and I’ll write a minific!

His heart is pounding in his ears, an unsteady, wavering thump thump thump thump thump that’s making it hard to gather his thoughts. 

He can’t even seem to focus on Todoroki’s face, his gaze trying to escape every time he comes close to meeting the other boy’s eyes. Anything but those eyes. 

“You said it first. Should I not have said it?”  

“N-no! That’s not—” The word tugs itself from his lips and he almost immediately regrets it, because the way Todoroki smiles in relief makes a whole flash of heat creep up Izuku’s skin, making his collar feel tight and his knees start to give. 

“It’s okay?” he asks, and Izuku fumbles his response so badly, he ends up just nodding his head so hard he gets dizzy, leaning against the wall behind him and as far away from Todoroki as he can. 

“Ju-just give me a second—”

Breathe, he tries to remind himself, because the over stimulation of the heart will only have adverse affects and his head is getting all woozy. He presses a hand against his chest, wiping away sweat with his sleeve, and trying to run down his usual list of calming thoughts (used generally for battles and difficult situations, but desperate times call for desperate measures). 

  1. He has to live up to All Might’s legacy. 
  2. He can’t lose to Kacchan. 
  3. He wants to make his mom proud. 
  4. He’s a professional hero. It’s his duty. 
  5. If he succeeds, Todoroki might give him that small smile and tell him “welcome back, Midoriya”—

“T-T-Todo-Todoro–um. Nevermind. Um, I’m not…that good and I’m clumsy and I can’t keep up with you. And I’m not…” To his credit, he starts out strong. But then he makes the mistake of meeting Todoroki’s eyes again and he feels like he just got knocked off his feet. His knees finally give out, and he finds himself sliding down to land on his butt, face so hot he wonders if snow will steam when it touches his skin. 

Are you lying? he wants to ask, but Todoroki doesn’t lie. Wouldn’t lie. He wouldn’t be cruel, 


“Y-yup! I’m fine!” But his voice cracks unconvincingly and he buries his face in his arms. “I’m just…confused.” 


“You don’t—you didn’t even think about it—”

“I know what I know.” 

“Ngh. Why are you so…”



“Aren’t you?” 

“I-I know I am—! B-but I was just being se-selfish and—”

The other man frowns. "Are you taking it back?” 

He jerks his head up, horrified. “N-no! Definitely not!” 

Todoroki sinks to his knees, crouching in front of Izuku’s crumpled form. His expression is hard to read, hair falling in his eyes. “Then trust me.” 

Izuku groans, burying his face in his hands again. His heart is hammering, or fluttering is the better word maybe, going so fast it sounds like a hum. 

“Midoriya? Are you okay?” His voice gets softer. “Do you not believe me?” 

“I do,” he mumbles, behind his hands. “I just—” He stifles another groan, stiffening up when Todoroki rests a hand on his shoulder. “Is it okay to be this happy, Todoroki-kun?” 

He hears a soft sound and when he looks up, the other man is stifling a laugh behind his hand. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks anxiously.

“No,” he smiles, “I was just wondering the same.” 

robbie-jb  asked:

:^) have you drawn any dishonored fanart? i'm dying to see some from you. as it turns out, i am gay for the outsider,

Sorry, I meant to reply to you earlier but got caught up with school!

I have drawn a few things! Here’s the link to all my dishonored art on my art blog! (warning for mild blood and slight spoilers in one pic about halfway down the page!):

Im……..super gay for the outsider too so most of it is my boi but my dumb ass has like 20 unfinished wips of emily, corvo, and jess i’ve never posted so hopefully ill get to finishing them someday TvT

anonymous asked:

hi. the 1st time i heard bastille's songs was in april (i think). but i wasn't a fan. now, i'm in love with the band, but i don't know anything about them, i only know the names of them, and i just know who is dan and woody, i always get confuse with kyle and will. also, i didn't understand the videos (only bad blood). i'd like to ask you to explain to me the band, the videos (if you know), 'cause i don't want to say "i'm a bastiller" without knowing anything about the boys... pls

i’m really sorry for not answering this earlier mate but i only noticed i got this message at like 4 am and i went to sleep right after i finished writing it (and also my power went out just as i was about to publish this and stuff so i’m sorry if you thought i was ignoring you)

(disclaimer: i wrote everything at like 5 am so if nothing makes sense it’s because i was really just sleep deprived, also it’s really fucking long because i got a bit too excited)

kay so for starters this is daniel campbell smith (but he just goes by dan smith as everyone knows i dont even know why i’m saying this), he’s 27 years old, his birthday’s on the 14th of july and he’s 6’1 (1,85 cm?) tall if you were wondering, and he’s awesome (even though he doesn’t really think so)

he’s the lead singer and the person who writes/composes all the songs and stuff and he plays the piano/keyboard like a damn fuckin pro (cos he is one) and during live songs he bangs like 2 drums and its just hella cool. just to sum it all up he used to be a solo singer and all of a sudden he just decided he wanted to form a band cos apparently being a solo singer didn’t really appeal to him so he grabbed woody and will that were already on his live band and later kyle and then made bastille a thing

some funfacts about him: the band’s named after bastille day which happens to be the on his birthday, he’s a hUGE david lynch fangirl (see: his entire fucking wardrobe, that one song he wrote about laura palmer, his hair???, etc), he really really likes movies (he studied english literature because he wanted to be a journalist so then he could write about movies), he’s also a pessimistic little shit and he’s like negative about everything but he’s really humble and kinda shy and stuff and basically just a really nice guy i’d totally go out to have a drink with him sometime

anyway moving on this is kyle johnathan simmons(apparently his middle name is johnathan according to like some sites??), he’s 25/26 so he’s like the youngest person in the band which is really weird to me?? either way, his birthday’s on the 5th of february, he’s like 6’3 (1,90 cm) and he’s also awesome

he’s the guy that plays the synths and the keyboard and the bass in some songs and does backing vocals and bangs the drums with dan like at the end of of the night and he also shakes that weird egg thing i don’t know the name of and fuck it he basically plays a lot of shit there you go. he was like the last person to enter the band. legend tells that one day he was on a houseparty dan was also on, and at some point dan got kinda (i mean really) drunk and he just started to go around inviting literally everyone that even held an instrument to join the band and kyle was literally the only one that said yes, and thus bastille was formed

funfacts: he’s got like the best moustache in all the land, all the fans give him weird cat apparel because he has an “obsession” with cats, he’s pretty much a 6 year old child?? i mean like according to some of the other members he watches a lot of disney movies and stuff like that and like until a few months ago he’d never drank coffee in his life???; he’s got a lot of bling like hella son and he doesn’t like fish. dont make him eat fish.

anddd here we have woody. his name is actually chris wood but no he’s woody. dont call him chris because nobody is gonna know who the fuck ur talking about. anyway he’s 29, born in july 6th, he’s 5’6/5’7 (1,70 cm?) (EDIT: APPARENTLY HE’S LIKE 5'10 BUT WELL) which makes him the shortest in the band, and he’s less awesome. he’s also awesome. no he’s more awesome.

anyway he’s the drummer and a professional clapper when they have to do acoustic sessions and stuff, and like everyone else that isn’t dan he does backing vocals. back in the day when bastille wasn’t a thing and dan had his little solo project his mum gave him a flyer she found about some drum teacher and she was like “you should call him, he might have some students!!” so he marked a meeting with the guy thinking he was some 80 year old bloke with a beard but he turned out to be woody and as he didn’t have any students he just offered playing for him and dan was like lol k

facts: he has some nice ass hair i’m seriously jelly of (though he’d switch hairstyles with anyone else in the band because he bumps into things a lot because of the long hair though apparently cutting it isn’t an option), he’s from plymouth and i dont know why that’s relevant but they always seem to bring that up in a lot of interviews so yeah and he’s muse’s number 1 fan and i can’t think of anything else to put here i’m writing this at 5 am don’t blame me

and last but not least we have my fav member of the band william farquarson. he’s 30 years old, his date of birth is on the 22nd of september, he’s 6’1 (1,85 cm) as well and he’s awesome. like real awesome.

anYWAY he plays the bass and the guitar and sometimes in some live songs the keyboard aaaanndd he does backing vocals. as far as i know one of his friends told him to check dan out and he went to one of his gigs and he was like “oh he’s really good” and then he kinda became obsessed with the idea of joining his band so he just started to talk to dan and basically just lie about every single thing like how he could play the keyboard and sing and how he disliked jazz while he loved it just to make a good impression and join the band (which worked out in the end go will)

and for some facts about him: he’s got the best fucking beard in the entire planet (hashtag tru confirmed by me), he’s an actor, like a decent one, he does the art thing like really well too, he’s a suave motherfucker, maybe a tiny bit gay, and he’s the only one in the band with tattoos (he’s got a spider, the parker pen logo or whatever the hell that is and ‘bad blood’ written on the most embarrassing font possible which he got while really fucking drunk in texas on the release date of their album), and as stated before he lies a shitload so i wouldn’t believe a thing he says

also by the way bastille fans aren’t called “bastillers”, they’re “stormers” which is a reference to the storming of the bastille and stuff and i think that’s kinda cool tbh

and if this wasn’t really enough for you there’s this post that like has a lot of links to other guides to bastille and such

i’d try to explain the vids to you but man i don’t understand like half of them so i’m not even gonna attempt, i’d recommend asking other people about it if you really wanted to know though.

anonymous asked:

hello! I was wondering if you had any recs for books with nonbinary characters? It really makes me sad that I can't find ANY books where nb people are protagonists... thanks!

Yes, we do! No where near as many as we’d like, i’m afraid, but I can point you in the direction of a few at least. As someone who is cis and not non binary I apologize if I get anything wrong in the following recs. The recs below are a mix of non binary and genderfluid, I hope you don’t mind.

First is Static, with a genderfluid main character who can literally shift between male and female genders, we’ve written a review on it here if you want to check that out. There is also a trans character who’s in it pretty often. Make sure you pay attention to the trigger warnings because there are quite a few. I’m not 100% sure if this is what you want because the main character goes between identifying as male and female rather than being non binary. 

According to riptidepublishing “Blacker than Black by Rhi Etzweiler is a non-traditional vampire novel (they eat chi) set in a sort of dystopian future, and that features non binary characters who tend toward androgynous.”

Wallflower by Heidi Belleau is a new adult self-discovery/contemporary romance novel that features a genderqueer character. Again, not precisely non-binary, but the character explores being both male and female and ultimately does not put a label on anything. (description of this and blacker than black taken from Riptide’s tumblr.)

Every Day by David Levithan has a non binary character who switches bodies every day though I don’t think the fact that the character is non binary is touched on much, I haven’t read it personally so if anyone else knows let us know.

Xavin from the Runaways graphic novel series is an alien who doesn’t see gender in the same way as humans, while she uses her female form most she does take male form pretty often too. Xavin becomes romantically involved with Karolina who is a lesbian. 

Compared to the rec list I published earlier this is so short, and I’m sorry about that, I wish I had more for you. I’m opening this up to any followers who might know more so keep an eye on the tags in case they reblog this with suggestions.


anonymous asked:

Imagine SouGou's first kiss being all because Gou wanted to know what a kiss was like. And Sousuke being like "I can teach you," and Rin finding out later somehow and being confused about how he's suppose to feel! X3

this is wonderful I wanna write this someday.

Okay but it could go two ways and I like both:

1.) Platonic SouGou where Gou is genuinely curious about it and she can’t have a boyfriend yet because everyone is scared of Sousuke + no one is hot enough (or as awesome as her brother) for her excuse you she has high standards. So she really just wants to know, and she sees Sousuke as this big brother who would teach her anything. Sousuke sees her as a little sister so it’s just a peck on the lips that he does as long as she promises to tell him whenever something is bothering her. (++ “At least my first kiss is with someone who honestly loves me a lot”)

Fast forward 5 years, Rin finds out about it and is ready to kill Sousuke. But Sousuke’s like “huh?” And Gou’s like “Nii-chan, what are you thinking?” and she kisses him on the cheeks. And everything is beautiful in niichan land.

2.) Romantic SouGou with Gou asking that because she’s had a crush on him forever and she thinks it’s probably not going anywhere so she jokes about it. And Sousuke allows himself this one moment to kiss her once in the pretense of teaching her despite also liking her but feeling like dating your best friend’s sister is the worst kind of offense. And then when Rin finds out, he’s all “TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!” and Sousuke’s like “Can I?”

And then they clear up the misunderstanding and everything is beautiful.

hibiscus-hemorrhage  asked:

Forgot to add: I've been referring to myself as agender or NB mostly because I'm unsure, but it's a "tumblr gender" so it's not taken seriously. Which I understand based on current political stuff. But still.

Since I’ve now got permission to publish (sorry about the earlier slip-up), I’ll just go with this post to keep things simple (and in case you’d rather not have many people hearing the whole story):

I wouldn’t consider agender and non-binary to be “tumblr genders”.  They’ve actually been around for much longer (I know I had heard of them prior to tumblr, same with asexuality).  Unfortunately, they’ve been abused as terms to the point where people such as yourself find it harder to be taken seriously.  This is a hard concept to get through to these teens that are so eager to create superfluous labels for attention and popularity points.

As I’ve said before, your brain is who you really are: Everything else can be changed and rearranged in order to match (as much as possible, anyway).  Non-binary is indeed the correct term for your situation, as you don’t feel connected to any gender, and dislike sex-linked traits.  GLAAD has a site explaining the various terminologies here.

I did find a resource for guiding medical professionals in providing care for non-binary patients here, which may provide insight on how to interact with your doctor so that your visits are meaningful and mutually understanding.  There’s also, and this list which provides further info (some very interesting glimpses into terminology from around the world), and book recommendations on the subject.  Sadly, there don’t seem to be as many resources that are nation-wide as there are for specific states and campuses.

I would definitely think of it as a form of dysphoria by definition.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any personal experience with this, so it’s hard for me to say much more than what I already have.  If there are LGBT resource centers in your area, they may be able to hook you up with doctors that have experience with non-binary patients, and can help you work through your feelings, and fully understand who you are as a person.

I hope this helps!

When I was looking for all the times Monster is used in Part & Parcel for this edit, I found myself curious about it’s usage in other books which lead my to stumble across this passage in Crash & Burn:

Nick fought the urge to turn away from her. He had taken this woman’s husband, and now he was standing in her home, pretending to be someone who intended to help. Still, he couldn’t manage more than passing guilt. Don’t marry a monster, and you won’t be as likely to become a widow.

 - Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 2016-2018). Riptide Publishing.

Now this isn’t so much about Nick being a monster but it did remind me of this bit earlier in Crash & Burn 

“Why wouldn’t you say anything? Why would you let me think …”

Kelly’s words were like sandpaper against Nick’s conscience. He stayed silent, unable to raise his head.

“You didn’t say anything because you knew he was coming for you,” Kelly realized. “You figured why marry me if you’re just going to disappear and die on me.”

“I’m sorry,” Nick said without looking up.

 - Abigail Roux. Crash & Burn (Cut & Run, #9) (Kindle Locations 1518-1521). Riptide Publishing.

It’s sort of the same sentiment. Nick didn’t want to marry Kelly because he didn’t want Kelly to marry a monster. 

prompt inspiration:

“So how do you know this guy again?” Felicity murmurs, scanning the crowd of well-dressed people, a heavy air of superiority weighing the room. Glitzy vases on pedestals are meticulously placed on the shiny wooden floor of the spacious ‘living room’.

“Carter Bowen,” Oliver grimaces, snatching two glasses of champagne from the tray of the waiter who walks by. “I went to high school with him. He’s a doctor and author.”

“In other words,” Diggle mutters from her other side, “the perfect Starling City elite clone.”

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Request for anonymous part 2!

**Y/B/N means your brother’s name**

“Harry. I…I’m…I’m pregnant.” You cry into the phone.

“Holy shit. Are you serious?” Harry says while gripping tightly to the arm rest.

“Yes I’m serious!” You shout in tears, “Why would I lie about something like that?”

He doesn’t answer you but you hear voices through the phone.
“Harry, where are you going?”
“I have to leave.”
“Sir, please take your seat.”
“No, I have to get off the plane.”
“I’m sorry, but the gate is already closed. Please take your seat.”
“No, let me off!”
“Sir, please…”
The phone hangs up suddenly and the tears stream down my face faster.
“Y/N, shhhh. Calm down.” Your best friend says while rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. “It’s going to be okay.”
“No! No it’s not!” You shout getting upset.
“Shhh. Yes it is. Come on. How about you take a shower and calm down.” Your best friend gets up and turns the shower on for you. “I’ll be waiting in the living room.”
You nod as she leaves the bathroom and you get up to get in the shower.

Harry’s POV
“Sir, please take your seat. You can’t get off the plane.” The flight attendant says while trying to usher me back to my seat.
I turn around angrily and get back in the seat.
“What’s going on, Harry?” Paul asks as I buckle my seat belt and turn my phone off.
I turn and look around to see everyone staring at me.
“I can’t tell you now, but I need to get back to Y/N.”
“Is she okay?” Paul asks concerned.
“I don’t know.” I say shaking my head with tears brimming my eyes.
How could this happen? We were always so careful. And, I can’t believe I just left her without really saying goodbye. I let my fear and anger get the best of me. Ugh, why can’t I do anything right?
“We’ll get you on the next flight back.” Paul assures me as the flight attendant starts her speech on safety.

Your POV
*A few hours later*
You’re laying on the couch just watching TV. Your best friend just left for work but not before you had to fight with her for about 30 minutes to make her leave. In all honesty you just want to be alone right now. You are so hurt with everything that has happened with Harry today.
You hear the front door swing open. You turn around and see a concerned Harry standing in the doorway. He spots you and quickly closes the door and rushes toward you. He kneels on the floor next to you and wraps his arms around you.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He says his voice cracking into the nape of your neck. “I’ll be here for you, baby. I love you and I’ll never leave you again.”
You run your hand through his hair and wrap the other around to his back.
“I’m so sorry I left like that earlier.”
You open your mouth to speak but Harry kisses you.
“Shhh, baby. Let me talk.” He stares you right into your eyes and you can see the tears welling up in his. “I love you so so much. I’m so sorry about earlier. I was just scared and I let that fear take over me.” You raise your eyebrow in confusion and he continues. “Do you remember last week when we went out together and there was all those paparazzi?”
You nod.
“Well the next morning I got a call from management saying all those photos were published. I was really confused at first because they have so many photos of us out there so I didn’t know why this was different.” He looks down and you stroke his face. “Well one of the photos shows your phone and you had a message from Y/B/N. And if you look close enough it you can see the message and it says I love you and some other stuff. So, after everyone saw the text they all freaked out saying that you were cheating on me and I was getting a bunch of messages from my fans.” A tear streams down his face.
“What did they say, baby?” You ask swiping your thumb across his cheek wiping the tear away.
He sighs and looks up at you, “They were death threats to you and they were saying really mean things about you. I tried to set them straight but they wouldn’t listen.”
“So you thought it would be a good idea to go out by yourself which makes me look even more guilty.”
“Well…yeah. But, I only did that because I didn’t want anyone to hurt you.”
You giggle.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I don’t know. It just seems ridiculous to me. But I forgive you, baby.”
He smiles and kisses you.
“You are so weird, Y/N.”
You laugh and kiss him. “But you love me anyway.”
“Too damn much.” He laughs and kisses your stomach. “And I love you too.”
You smile at him and he smiles back.
“I’ll always be here for you two.”
“What about tour?” You laugh.
“Umm…yeah. We’ll figure that out.”
You kiss him and you couldn’t be any happier. You had your Harry back.

Yay! There is part two for y’all! I hope you like it because I’m supposed to be doing school work right now but I got so many requests last night that I had to finish it and I didn’t want to keep y’all waiting. I hope it doesn’t suck because tbh I didn’t really know why Harry was mad in the first one so I just had to come up with something lol. Well, have a nice day and continue to leave requests!