start from the inside

music stim things:

• bouncin on ur toes bc u cant dance but u Also cant Not Dance

• systematic tapping ur fingers and hands like ur really the song mixer and this is a launchpad video

• my Hands…………………. The Conductor

• i wasnt thinking the right thought at the right time when the song did the thing now i gotta start it all over

• my tongue got tired from secretly singing along Inside My Mouth

• im so full of emotions now??? just from hearing this one really good note??? my chest feels like really happy balloon now AaaaAAAAAA???

• when u got ur headphones in and it hits the Good Frequency™ and everything is just Fantastic

Please take care
of yourself,
not because
no one else will,
but for the reason
that love should
start from deep
within—
that somewhere
inside you
it must begin.
—  ma.c.a // Let it bloom
Writing, Neil Gaiman, and Kon Satoshi

I almost gave up writing altogether after reading Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

I didn’t read it as it was coming out in comics, but later, when it was published in collected volumes.

It was too perfect. Too complete. It seemed like it had sprung fully-formed from Gaiman’s head, and he had to spend years waiting for artists to catch up.

It was overwhelming. Unattainable.

I wasn’t reading the book’s post-scripts, though, because I wanted to avoid potential spoilers. I wanted to experience the material, not the author dissecting it.

I did read them on a second pass. There’s a story on Dream Country, the third volume, about a writer keeping a muse captive so she can give him ideas. It’s a piece with characters that tie into Morpheus’ past and who will come up again, woven into the larger narrative. The book also contains a post-script on how the story came about, where Gaiman states it was at first about a succubus, before moving on to talk about his process for working with the artist.

My eyes kept moving forward, brain storing words from the original script, but my consciousness had taken a step back.

Wait, back up, what was that character again? 
Who?
Calliope.
Originally a succubus, replies brain, let me keep going here.

Yes, stupid me. I had assumed Sandman had been gestating inside Gaiman from the start, waiting for an opportunity for the entire story to burst out. He didn’t transcribe a long epic he had already come up with. He wasn’t born with the tale. He worked at it for years, sometimes throwing away material and replacing it with things that fit better. Like a normal human being.

I keep making the same mistake. I wrote about a similar mental bug when talking about Kon Satoshi and Dream Fossil.

We only see the finished product. We don’t see the author sitting down at the typewriter and bleeding.

It’s all work. Some people have more potential and have it easier, others have to work harder at it, but in the end it’s only work. If you want a chance to get better at it, you should treat it as such.

FUTURE HEARTS | PT.6 [M]

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (6/?)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst / punk!jikook

word count: 17,335

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” / music playlist

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

cr.


The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to fall for you himself.

The music from the party was reverberating inside of his chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he just felt numb. It was like he couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing. It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing except for you.

Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you, even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.

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UPDATED: HOE PRODUCTS

I’ve been seeing a lot of these posts with the same damn products on all of them and I really feel like we’re recycling the same shit and there’s nothing new to read anymore which is part of the reason I made this account, to add my own remedies and routines in hope that it could help someone else~

African black soap-
Lemme tell you right now. Ditch whatever shit you’re using as a body wash RN and go cop some (RAW) African black soap. That shit is natural and is bursting with vitamin A and E. It helps with eczema too. I personally use Alaffia which also contains Shea butter and I use it everday. Love it and love my skin+it smells super fresh

Apple cider vinegar-
Add abt ¾ of a cup of ACV to your bath and let it work its magic. Its anti fungal and battles against body odor. It makes your hair shiny and is considered a skin detox bath, I personally experience softer skin. ALSO it resets your pH and fights again vaginal odor and yeast infections naturally too.

Jojoba oil-
Jojoba oil is the oil that everyone thinks coconut oil is. It is a natural moisturizer for hair and skin and it works way better than coconut oil could ever hope to do!!

Coconut oil-
Let me tell u something. In a previous post I copied a message on of my followers sent me abt coconut oil being horrible for your hair because it breaks down proteins. It got a lot of positive and negative feed back, some saying I was trying to speak for them or leave out black hair, no that is not the case. I simply copied a message and released it for public knowledge cause im here to HELP YOU NOT HURT YOU! I’m sorry if I offended anyone~ but coconut oil, regardless of hair, is not the angelic product everyones made it out to be. STOP PUTTING THAT SHIT ON YOUR SKIN IT CLOGS PORES. I use it to oil pull, its a natural way to remove the toxins from your mouth and it also whitens your teeth. You put abt a teaspoon or less of coconut oil in your mouth and swish for a minute or 2. Love that shit my teeth are so white. But other than that I wouldnt put that shit on my hair or skin, unless you’re shaving your legs or sometin. Although I do put it on my pussy after I shave and idk what i’d do without it. But coconut oil is NOT for everything.

Rose water-
Sorry for the extremely long coconut oil excerpt lol this one’s short. Rose water can be used as a toner/makeup setter. It controls oil and hydrates your skin. It also has antioxidant and antibacterial properties. Its also good on dry/frizzy hair

Castor oil+Vitamin E oil-
Another 2 great oils. I’m lazy and didnt want to make another 2 oil sections lol but basically castor oil can be used on eyebrows/eyelashes to thicken them. Its also a natural laxative. Vitamin E oil is a great hair/skin moisturizer and heals scars.

Biotin-
If you arent taking biotin everyday I want you to go to your local pharmacy and cop a bottle because beauty starts from the inside. Its a hair skin nail vitamin and boosts healthy growth of hair/nails and keeps skin healthy. I do love it.

Charcoal soap-
Instead of using a typical bar of soap, invest in a charcoal one instead. Charcoal contains a powder called Binchōtan which cleanses and moisturizes skin. For all u natural bitches out there.

Also a lil side note~ for anyone who wants to comment to mine or any other ‘hoe tip’ posts saying “these are life tip not hoe tips” SHUT UP! We know! But these tips were originally for tips and products to be as sexy and well maintained as they can be. Usually before somekind of sex appointment. Let the hoes have this instead of trying to shame it

ELEMENTAL HOUSE CLEANSE
  • Fire - sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine a small flame spreading from the inside of you. It can start anywhere you’d like, the center of your stomach, your head, your palms, your legs, anywhere that feels comfortable. This is not a fire that destroys and burns, this is a pleasant fire that makes you feel loved and warm. Once you’ve set yourself on fire, once you’ve felt the flame all around and inside your body, slowly let it spread on the inside of your house. This can be done with a slow small flame, or a violent huge one. Just let everything burn, imagine the fires cleansing properties burning away all the nastiness inside your house. Imagine ashes flying everywhere, and all the negativity burning away into nothingness once it’s been touched by the flames.
  • Water - sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine yourself as a fluid body. See and feel the cool refreshing touch of water on your body. Feel the fluidity inside yourself. Then imagine huge water, huge waves, flooding your house, pushing everything it comes in contact with. Let it mess up your house. See this water, running from one door to another, flooding everything, and destroying everything just like a tsunami would. Imagine this pure, clean and clear water gathering all the negativity in itself, taking it away with her. When you’re done, imagine one window or more, or a door open in your house and let the water go away.
  • Earth -  sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine huge roots bursting through your floor, intertwining all around your body. Once they’ve intertwined imagine them giving birth to flowers while all around you. Imagine these intertwined roots going all around the walls, the windows, your mirrors, your table, your bed. Imagine beautiful moist soil pouring out of the holes left by the roots. Imagine this soil filling up your house, gathering in itself all that is no longer needed and negative. Imagine transforming that negativity into something beautiful. Imagine the poisonous bad energies transforming into love and light inside the earth. Once they’ve transformed imagine this earth giving birth to more beautiful light green roots, leaves, and the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen. Let your whole house fill up with these beautiful flowers and roots, replenishing everything in your house. Feel the flowery scent all around you. When you’re done imagine all these roots and earth slowly going back into the whole where they came from, leaving everything intact but cleansed and fresh.
  • Air -  sit down and relax. Let pure universal energy enter through the top of your head and let it connect with your own life force. Once it’s connected and working together imagine violent winds forcing their way in your house through the window. Imagine these winds entering and bursting through like a hurricane through your house. Even though they are violent, they are here to help and leave everything in a better place.They’re coming straight for you. They start whirling around you, you can feel it’s pleasant coolness on your skin. You can hear the sounds of the wind. They are so strong, yet so caring and pleasant. As they whirl harder and stronger around you, they lift you up in the air, whirling even harder than before. Now, imagine them turning to the rest of your house. Imagine them leaving a mess wherever they touch. All of your notebooks are in the air, your tarot cards are flying everywhere, your clothes go all around the place, your crystals fly from one wall to another. Let these fresh and cool winds clean your place. Once you’re done, imagine these winds leaving through the window they came from.

IMAGINE:

Nightwing and his murder squad in the middle of their war and in the distance, Moana emerges, walking slowly and bravely towards Nightwing, hair blowing in the wind, soldiers making a path for her. Time seems to slow down and then… she starts fucKING SINGING “they have stolen the heart from inside you. but this does not define you. this is not who you areeee. you know who you areee. who you truly are”

Do we tell our children
there is a war inside of them
when they start bleeding
from between their legs?
Not just blood but matter–
substance, sustenance.

Do we tell them there is a dragon
nesting in their uterus
belching acid and blackberry jam?
Do we tell them that walls
they did not ask for
are being torn down to bloody rubble?

I remember being ten
my best friend telling me
that she could feel her insides
falling out in a slow gritty slide.

Aspirin and chocolate and heat pads–
drug the body,
feed the dragon,
burn it out of you.

—  ejl., “think of the children”
FUCK THE SUN.

I love how the entire thing was documented, from start to finish, including the girls giving their statements inside the airport to security and Louis being lead around by security. 

  • The Sun got the exclusive it happened
  • The Sun got the exclusive video of the statements from the girls and the pics inside after it happened

The Sun will probably get an exclusive “Louis” interview tomorrow about the incident, too. 

There’s a reason the tone of this story is what it is, despite the evidence to the contrary, but don’t expect anyone from Louis’ current team to lift a fucking finger to counter it. They’re too busy sucking off Dan Wootton and the rest of the Sun staff.

Late night destressing, plus a little bit of vent art.

Jumin is such a complex character. His personality is so much deeper than what it first seems, and he’s such an interesting person to doodle whenever I feel lost, confused, or basically unsure of myself. I can really relate to how he bottles everything up (and that’s bad yo, I know I’m a hypocrite for saying this, but please don’t bottle up your emotions, whether positive or not, bc jumin’s route wasn’t lying, it really does start killing you from inside). But I’m glad that Cheritz allowed for MC to show empathy and be compassionate, because I do think he deserves to have a happy ending. 

All of you do, okay?^^ You all deserve a happy ending, and if any one of you feels lost, or need someone to talk to, I’m here! I’m not just saying this for the heck of it, I’m willing to do whatever I can to make you believe in yourself again.

Justin gets jealous over Clay - part 2

A/N: I’m debating on either leaving this imagine as it is, or making it into a longer series and writing a part 3. It’s up to you guys, so let me know what you think down below in the comments.


I was sitting in English class beside my project partner, Clay Jensen. The two of us were happily discussing what we could do for our assignment, but Clay kept fidgeting in his seat. 

“Are you alright Clay?” I ask him gently, laying a hand on his arm comfortingly.

Clay clears his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m-I’m fine.” He stutters out. 

I look at him skeptically. “Are you sure?" 

"Mhmm.” Clay hums, but as soon as the bell rings, he darts up from his seat, bolting out of class. 

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ORGANIZING YOUR GRIMOIRE (tips from a neat freak virgo)

okay i’ve been meaning to make this post for awhile bc i’ve seen some great ideas for grimoire organization, and i want to share the way i’m keeping track of all the pages in mine without worrying about the order in which i write them down

the trick: indexing. this is a technique lifted straight from bullet journaling. in fact, my grimoire has started to take form inside my regular bullet journal, so i’ve added a separate index page specifically for my witch-relevant content. this is cool because it’s like my grimoire is kind of hidden within a mundane exterior 👍🏻

here are the two steps:

1. number your pages as you go, and
2. add each page to your index as you write it

you could go further than this and add indices specifically for each type of content, like an index just for spell pages, an index for tarot pages, etc. - my preference is just to label each entry with a category so that they’re easier to skim. you can also add other signifiers like my asterisks to mark my own original content vs. information gathered from other sources. color coding would also work well here! and when you fill it up, you can either keep a couple pages at one place reserved for indexing, OR just start a new one on the next available page and enter it as the last line of your old index.

the reason i like this system is that it allows me to work in a fixed notebook where i can’t add pages (i really love notebooks), but frees me from my perfectionist fear of having information end up disorganized. it doesn’t bother me if pages on the same topic end up in different parts of the notebook because my index keeps them organized! i’m less likely to put off adding info until i know where it ‘should go’ so ultimately i end up being more productive, too.

i’m sure there are others who have similar setups but i thought some people might find this helpful 💕

A brand new ladder appeared in my yard.

Let me back up a little.

Look, I’m no storyteller, I’m just a high school kid living in literal hell on earth right now. I’m going to try to tell you my story exactly the way it happened, and I really, really hope some of you can help me.

I work in an AMC theater at the local mall. My parents got me the job since they know the owner. The mall itself is a shithole waiting to be turned either into a parking lot or a Costco. I mean, most of the stores are closed and our theater is the only business getting some traffic.

I started working at this AMC about 9 months ago. It pays shit, $11/hr, but I get to see all the movies and eat free stale popcorn, so it’s not totally bad. Unrelated, but one thing I found strange was that we were always closed on Thursdays. Nobody knew why, and my manager told me it’s always been like that, so I never questioned it.

So last week, we all get called into a team meeting where the manager tells us that someone has to work Thursday night. He said the orders came from the top and we had to be open that day. I look around and nobody’s volunteering. Shit, I could use the extra cash, so I raise my hand.

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desires | jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Pairing: Jimin + Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut + Bad Boy!Jimin

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: It wasn’t your place to worry for him, you shouldn’t, it wasn’t good for you. But since the day you saw him that hurt, you couldn’t help it. 

Author’s Note: SO this scenario is kindaish based on lust but I also tied it in with this idea I had before where I wanted to write a bad-boy jimin au, so I kinda mashed it together! Hope you like it anon!!

Readers POV

You knew you shouldn’t have come. You knew coming would put you in trouble, especially after he told you not to.

But you couldn’t help it. Not after he came back hurt last time, hurt bad.

Flashback

“Wha-” you gasped, as you opened your front door at 2 am in the morning.

A body fell through, collapsing onto yours as your arms shot out to hold them from falling to the ground.

“y/n…” a low voice grunted, as you struggled to pull them up when you took a good look at their face, your eyes widening in shock.

“J-jimin?!” you cried in surprise as you cupped your hands around his pale and bloody face. Dragging him to your couch, he groaned in pain as you placed him down gently, careful of his wounds.

What happened to you…” you whispered, as he opened his eyes slowly, staring at you.

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“Protect You” Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2,559

Lucifer x Reader, Crowley x Reader

Request from @perseusandmedusa : Can I request a Lucifer x Reader story? You’ve watched the last episode where we saw Lucifer in a cage in Hell with Crowley, right? Let’s imagine Crowley found Lucifer’s soulmate & brings her in the room. The reader being a simple woman, she doesn’t understand what’s going on. Luci feels a connection the second she enters the room but decides to ignore it, so Crowley will kinda torture her to get a reaction from the Devil. 

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of torture, angst, a few swear words, fluff


Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

“Need a drink?” Crowley sat down next to the woman at the bar, sliding a wink at her.

She looks over at him, unsure if he is being serious or not. People don’t typically approach her at bars, but if they do, it usually never turns out well. With her past history of creeps trying to drug her or losers trying to get in her pants, she normally just kept a straight, ‘don’t talk to me’ face while she drank.

“I’m good.” She raises her glass, indicating that she already had.

“What’s your name?” Crowley asked, swirling his chair so he is facing towards her.

She tells him a fake name, while giving off a quite bitchy attitude, hoping that he will leave her alone. Crowley knows she’s lying, making him raise his eyebrows. He knows her name. Actually, he knows a lot about her.

When he had captured Lucifer a few weeks ago, he tried everything he could do to torture him. All the techniques that Lucifer had once used on him, and everything that he had picked up on his own. He was quite skilled in torture, being the king of hell and all. But nothing seemed to break him. He continued to be his normal, regular, horrible self. It was driving Crowley mad knowing that he couldn’t get Lucifer to break. He wanted him to break just as Lucifer had broken him all those years ago.

The only other thing he could think of was something he didn’t think was possible. He had deemed it an impossible mission when he had called his mother, Rowena, and asked for help. He had figured she would say that his plan was a bust, that she couldn’t find anything.

But she did.

That plan of his was to find his soulmate. That’s the only thing in the world that no one can resist. Soulmates are something on another level that even God can’t mess with. Everyone is born with one, even angels- even Lucifer. When Crowley called Rowena, asking if she could possibly find his soulmate, he thought it was a long shot. There was too many possibilities- he or she could have already died, not even been born yet, or might not even be human. They could have been another angel.

But of course, Rowena came through. She always did. Crowley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Lucifer did have one- a woman named Y/N. And she was very much alive.

He tracked her down, and here he was. Offering to buy her a drink, planning on getting her drunk so he could easily take her back to Lucifer. He needed her to get done what needed done.

“Now now, don’t lie about your name.” Crowley frowned, flagging down the bartender. “Scotch, please. And another one for the lady.” He orders her a drink despite her protests to him buying her one earlier.

“And how is it you know that isn’t my real name?” She was the one raising her eyebrows this time.

“Because, love, I know everything.”

“Uh huh.” Y/N had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. In her eyes, she just thought this was some random old guy trying to hit on her, and not really doing a good job.

“Take the drink?” Crowley passes over one of the glasses that the bartender brought him.

“I told you I was good.” She slides the glass back over to him.

Crowley was growing impatient and frustrated. She was stubborn. No wonder she was Lucifer’s soulmate. He decided to go a different route and just wait her out until she left. Crowley excused himself from the bar and goes outside, waiting patiently until she comes out.

Y/N finishes up her drink, relief flooding through her chest as the man next to her finally left. He gave off a dark vibe, one she couldn’t quite explain. If she believed in the supernatural, she’d describe it as the feeling of death. The feeling that everywhere he goes, darkness follows.

She frowns, thinking she’s overthinking things and being paranoid. She picks up her purse and pays the tab, thanking the bartender for his service. She ignores the wolf whistles coming from the men in the bar as she makes her way out, grabbing her car keys as she opens the door.

She’s about to open the door to her car as she sees the reflection of the man in the car window, making her jump and drop her keys.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” Crowley smirks. She doesn’t even have the time to process the fact that he knew her name before she finds herself in a totally different place.

She looks around, the man that was once with her in the parking lot now holding on to her wrist as he drags her through the dark corridors. She looks around in fear and starts hyperventilating, her mind running a million miles an hour.

Crowley tightens his grip on her wrist as he drags her towards the room, not caring how much she is resisting. He doesn’t care that she’s scared. The only thing that he cares about is the look on Lucifer’s face when he sees her, and how he will react to knowing he’s got his soulmate as captive.

“Luci, we’ve got company.” Crowley says in a singsong voice, throwing Y/N into the room.

Lucifer looks up from behind the bars, unsure of what Crowley is talking about. He sees him throw the woman into the room; she looks terrified, and immediately Lucifer feels bad for the woman.

He becomes confused as to why he felt badly for the woman he didn’t even know- he doesn’t feel bad for anyone. He doesn’t give a shit about anything except himself. But the helpless, scared look on her face was enough to make to make even his heart melt. He didn’t even know he had a heart until he saw her.

“Aha, gotta love company.” Lucifer smiles his signature smile.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” Y/N’s voice came out quiet and weak. She was standing in the middle of the room, Crowley standing in the doorway to her left and Lucifer behind the bars to her right.

“Oh, sweetie, I apologize for him. He’s always been a bit rude to houseguests.” Lucifer says condescendingly, hoping to get underneath Crowley’s skin. He’s not going to let anyone break him, not even this mysterious woman in front of him.

“I’m Crowley. King of Hell.” Crowley closes the door, stepping into the room and going to sit on his chair. Ah, his signature chair. He loves sitting in that chair, it makes him feel powerful. Especially when he can sit there and see Lucifer caged up right next to him, helpless. “And that over there, well, that’s the Devil.”

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. First, she’d kidnapped from a bar by a strange man, who claims to be the King of Hell? And now she’s locked up in a room with not only him, but someone he is introducing as the Devil? This was too much for her. She starts pacing the room, pinching herself in several spots on her body. This must be a dream.

“The Devil is a bit of a harsh name, if you ask me.” Lucifer pipes up. “But, I second her question, Crowley- what is the poor woman doing here?”

“You didn’t feel it yourself?” Crowley feels himself pause. Lucifer should have felt the instant connection the moment she stepped into the room. Angel can sense their soulmates much more acutely than humans. Crowley clenches his jaw, thinking he might have messed up and grabbed the wrong girl, before he notices the change in Lucifer’s face. It was only a split second, but it was enough for Crowley to know. He felt it.

Lucifer’s face dropped the minute Crowley said that. He had felt it, he knew. He knew why she was here, and he knew why Crowley was acting so smug. That woman standing there, that was his soulmate. He could feel the connection between them, his immediate liking to her.

“Oh, Crowley,” Lucifer laughs. “You really thought a girl could get under my skin? You’re dumber than you look, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Now, Lucifer, you of all people know the power of soulmates. Don’t try and act like this woman isn’t affecting you, dog.”

Y/N was seriously on the edge of passing out. Soulmates? To her, soulmates aren’t even a real thing. It’s just a fairytale, the things that moms always tell their little girls about.

“What am I doing here?” She repeats again. No one responds to her.

“She means nothing to me.” Lucifer insists.

“No?” Crowley asks in an unbelieving tone. He grabs Y/N, pulling her back into his chest and placing his knife across her neck. She starts to choke back tears, terrified that he was going to kill her. She tries to go and speak, but with a snap of Crowley’s fingers, her voice was gone.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I sliced her neck?” He dragged the knife slowly across her neck, not putting enough pressure to cut her, but that could easily be changed.

Lucifer wanted to get out of that cage that moment and turn that knife around, stabbing it into Crowley’s neck instead. Or, if he had his power, just simply snap his fingers and snap his neck. Anything would do at this moment. Seeing her standing there with a knife to her neck, terrified and crying, was not a sight Lucifer wanted to see.

But his pride gets in his way, and he refuses to let Crowley see how this bothers him.

“Do you realize who I am?” Lucifer seethes his teeth from behind the bars. “Nothing and no one can get to me. I’m the one who people run away to their mommies for. I’m the big, bad monster. A measly woman is not going to do shit for me.”

Crowley calls his bluff and presses the blade slightly deeper into Y/N’s neck, making blood start to flow out of the wound. He allows her voice to come back so Lucifer can hear her screams.

“Stop it!” Lucifer screams, not being able to take it any longer. His eyes start to glow red from the anger inside of him. “Stop fucking touching her!”

Crowley smirks, pulling the knife away from her as he allows her to drop to the floor.

“Bingo.” Crowley says. He’s about to say something else before his phone rings, earning a groan in response. “Sam and Dean. Always needing something.” And with a snap of his fingers, he’s gone.

“Y/N, come here.” Lucifer calls out from the cell.

“No, don’t come anywhere near me.” She’s scared, and holding her neck to keep pressure on the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s enough to make blood drip down onto her shirt.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Lucifer sighs. Y/N is hesitant, but crawls over to where he is. He looks at her neck, placing his fingers on it, earning a wince from her.

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out shaky.

“I thought that was made clear.”

“You’re-“

“Lucifer?” He asks. “Yes.”

“But how can you… How?”

“There is a lot you don’t know, Y/N. This world, it’s not what you think.”

“Uh huh…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a lot to take in. “And… soulmates?”

“Everyone has someone.” Is all he responded.

“And you’re my someone?”

“Seems so.”

“Okay.” She tried to pinch herself again.

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He has never felt compassion or anything or anyone in his life until this girl. He’s not sure how to act around her. All he knew was that he wanted to help her. She can’t handle this.

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to grab that key that’s on the desk right there. Open that door and get out of here. There isn’t any demons standing guard. You can find your way out. When you get out, I need you to do something else for me. I have followers, people who well help you. Pray to Abraham, tell him that I sent you. Tell him to wipe your memory.”

“I don’t-“

“Just do it!” Lucifer yelled. He felt the overwhelming sense to protect her, to keep her safe. If she knew about any of this, remembered this, she’ll think she’d gone crazy. Any normal human would.

“O-okay.” She stuttered, fear rising inside of her from him yelling. She walked over to the table, grabbing the keys and opening the door.

“How are you going to escape?” She asked him, pity in her eyes. He was helping her and she didn’t want to leave him.

“I can handle myself. Leave, now.”

Y/N closes the door behind her. She runs through the hallways, barely able to see from the lack of lighting. Eventually she finds a door that leads to the outside, and she sighs in relief, happy to be out of there.

“Abraham?” She says oddly. A part of her feels like this was just some big joke someone was playing on her. She felt extremely ridiculous praying to an angel. “Lucifer sent me.”

She stood there for a few minutes before shaking her head, thinking that she was going insane. She was about to walk away, run and find a road before a man appeared in front of her.

“You prayed to me. Lucifer sent you?” The man, presumably Abraham, asks her.

“Yeah,” She could barely believe your eyes. This night was getting crazier by the moment. “He, uh, he wanted you to wipe my memory. Something about being his soulmate, saying he wanted to protect me.”

“You’re her?” His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed over to her side. “What exactly were his orders, miss?”

“He wanted you to wipe my memories of the night.”

“Where were you before this?”

“A bar. Thaxton’s.”

-

Y/N stands in front of her car, confused as to why she is just staring at the window and not opening her car door. She looks down, noticing her car keys are dropped on the ground. She frowns and picks them up.

The time on her phone said it was almost eleven at night, making Y/N’s eyes widen. ‘Had I really been in there that long? I’ve got a test tomorrow!’ She thought to herself, not knowing where the time went.

“I’ve had too much to drink.” She mumbles to herself.

And just like that, she gets into her car and drives away, not remembering a thing.

Four Times They Almost Kissed and The One Time They Did- Lin X Reader

1.
You grabbed a glass of champagne, seeing that all of your friends were socializing with other people and you looked around, trying to spot a place to go outside since it was getting stuffy in the room. You saw a glass door which presumably led to a balcony and you made a beeline there and you opened the door and slipped outside.

The cold air hit you all at once and you set your glass down to the right of the door before you crossed your arms, trying to keep all of the warmth. You picked your glass back up, realizing that there was really no point in trying to keep warm.

You walked further away from the door that led inside and you made your way close to the edge.

You looked around, amazed at the view you had- you could almost see the ball in Times Square. Although it was cold outside, you reasoned with yourself that getting this view was worth freezing for. You felt someone nudge your arm and you turned around, seeing Lin. You smiled a bit.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” He asked you, no longer looking at you but at Times Square and all of the buildings. Your features softened when seeing the look of adoration he had when looking at the city.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You told him and he nodded. He turned to look at you again and he shrugged off his suit jacket and offered it to you.

“You look cold.” He said sheepishly and you took the jacket cautiously.

“Are you sure? What if you get cold?”

“I’ll go back inside.”

“Touché.” You slipped the jacket on, noticing immediately how it smelled like Lin.

Yeah, he was never getting this back.

You guys heard a cheer from the huge crowd at Times Square.
“I guess it’s the new year.” He said quietly and he turned towards you, beginning to close the distance. You moved forward as well.
“Hey Lin, we’re starting some karaoke, wanna join?” Someone from inside yelled and he pulled away before he could kiss you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiled and he looked at you. “I’ll see you later?”

“I think I am going to go home. I am really tired.” You lied and he put his hands in his pockets.

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can just get a cab but thank you.”

“It’s no problem- text me when you get home, okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, and Lin?”

“Yeah?”

“Happy New Year.” You raised your glass of champagne.

“Happy New Year- to us.” He replied, returning the toast.

“Yeah. To us.”


2.
“Happy birthday Lin!” You yelled, your voice drowned out by all of the others who were giving him birthday wishes as well. His smile grew as he looked at everyone who was here and he started greeting everyone and talking. Everyone was already ordering rounds and Lin made his way over to you, practically bouncing from all of the energy and from how excited he was.

You felt yourself begin to smile as well, Lin’s smile being contagious.

“I’m glad that you are here!” He said and your smile grew.

“I’m glad you showed up to your party.” You replied and he laughed.

“I went to the wrong bar two times before I came here.”

“You made it and that’s what matters.”

“Yup- anyway, if I were to say do karaoke, would you join me?”

“What song because I don’t think I’ve listened to any normal music in ten years.”

“Your choice.”

“Champagne.”

He smiled to himself and then he looked back at you. “Let’s do it.”
You both got on stage and he looked at you and smiled reassuringly.

“So I got you a present, I went downtown to get it, are you doing anything tonight?”

The song went on as usual.

The part in the musical where Vanessa and Usnavi kiss came up and you both took a step forward.

“I wish I was mad- I’m just too late.” You concluded and you both just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Everyone applauded loudly and cheered and you put the microphone back on the stand, quickly going back into the crowd.


3.
“Take that back!” You yelled and Lin looked at you, amused.

“I stand by what I said.” He replied and you groaned out of frustration

“Groundhogs day is the best holiday ever and I will fight you.”

“Why is it the best holiday?”

“I don’t know but it is, okay? We have an entire day dedicated to whether a groundhog sees his shadow or not and I think that is great.”

“I mean it’s either six weeks until spring or six more weeks of winter and it means the exact same thing?”

“You can fight me.”

“No, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just saying that groundhogs day is pointless.”

“And I’m just saying that you can fight me.”

“I much rather kiss you.”

“What?”

“Forget I said anything.”


“No. You said-”

“That groundhogs day is pointless.” He finished, turning a light shade of red.

“No after that.”

“That I much rather kiss you than fight you?”

“So why don’t you?” You asked and he froze before he leaned in close to you.

“Groundhog’s day is pointless.” He whispered before pulling away. You rolled your eyes, glaring at him slightly.

“You are such a tease, I can’t believe it.”

“So you’re saying you wanted me to kiss you?” He asked and you shook your head, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Forget I said anything.” You answered.


4.
“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You announced and he shook his head, smiling.

“We are laying in my bed and watching cartoons.”

“Like I said, best Valentine’s Day ever.” You smiled and you put your head on his chest and stared up at the TV, aware that he was now resting his chin on your head.

“And here I was thinking that it was just because you were spending it with me.”

“Well that’s partly true. And it’s also because you’re letting me wear your hoodies.”

“Am I ever going to get those hoodies back?”

“Maybe.”

“I’ll take that as a yes because you finally gave me my suit jacket back today.”

“Well your hoodies are really comfortable so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” You told him and you closed your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re beautiful.” He said gently and you opened your eyes quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re the corniest person I know.”

“No, corny would be looking at someone while I ask if the view is amazing and you reply yes and you are talking about them.”
“Seems oddly specific.”

“New Year’s Eve.”

“For the record I was talking about the city as well, I just happened to be looking at you.”

“Sure.” He teased and you rolled my eyes.

We watched the cartoons in silence for a bit before you turned over, facing him. He looked at you, a gentle smile on his face and he sat up. You sat up as well and he leaned over the bed, about to kiss you before the doorbell rang and he swore under his breath in Spanish.

“That’s probably the food.”

“I’ll get it.” You offered and you slid off the bed and quickly made your way out of the room.


5.

“We only have thirty minutes before the first song- you should probably grab your seat.” Lin said, looking a bit nervous. You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Hey, you can do it. You’re gonna blow everyone away.” You told him and he smiled a bit.

“You really think so?”

“Lin I’ve been spending so much time at your apartment to make sure that you get sleep and I’ve heard you sing all of the songs. I know you can do this.” You reminded him.

“Right, right.”

“Lin look at me.” You said and he looked at you, a mixture of panic and excitement on his face. “I believe in you. Your cast mates believe in you.”

“I know I know I just… what if I-”

You pressed your lips to his and he stopped talking instantly, relaxing and kissing you back.

“Finally.” You heard someone say and you jumped away and looked over to see Chris with his arms crossed and smiling. “I have been waiting for you guys to do that since you first met each other.”
Your face turned red and Lin’s face turned red as well.

“Good luck.” You whispered and Lin smiled brightly.

“I knew that you were the more cliché one.”

“Oh c'mon how was that cliché at all?” You argued and he laughed quietly.

“Shutting me up by kissing me? Cliché. I’ll see you after the show.” He giggled and you nodded. He stole one last glance at you before you exited the backstage area, walking around to the main entrance and you got into your seat right as the show started. The first song started and when Lin entered center stage, you felt excitement rise in you.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He sang, followed by thousands of people cheering. He looked around the audience before finding your eyes. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait. Just you wait.”

I’ve let my ability to read people well take over my life
I never do anything for myself, and I only want others to be happy


I’m wearing thin


It’s all starting to tear me down from the inside out
I always know what to do, but I’m stuck this time


I’m wearing thin


When I try to give myself a break people start to ask questions
And I try to avoid answers, so I go back to my detrimental lifestyle


I’m wearing thin


I can feel myself starting to malfunction, my walls cracking with the weight
The mirage I’ve placed in front of myself has become a piece of glass


I’m worn too thin

It was a chilly winter morning in Colorado Springs, Colorado. As women were nervously sitting in the Planned Parenthood clinic, they started to hear a loud “pop pop pop” coming from outside. Staff inside the clinic rushed those in the waiting room into a different room with a lock on the door and called police. As police arrived they were met with gunfire by Robert Lewis Dear, who was now inside the clinic.

The police fired back and a five hour standoff ensued. Dear was armed with a semi-automatic rifle and by the end of the standoff, three people were dead: police officer, Garrett Swasey and two passerbys, Ke’Arre M. Stewart and Jennifer Markovsky were shot numerous times and succumbed to their wounds. Beside Dear’s car, police discovered several propane tanks. It’s believed that he had intended to open fire on the tanks and cause an explosion.

After his apprehension, Dear expressed the belief  that he would be met in Heaven by aborted fetuses who would thank him for his murderous deed. None of the people he killed worked in Planned Parenthood and none of them were planning on having an abortion, but he had intended on killing those inside the building. Thankfully, they were quick on their feet and managed to get themselves to safety before he entered. In 2016, he was deemed incompetent to stand trial.