still a creature in my heart man

Albert Camus for the Signs
  • Aries: "Deep feelings always mean more than they are capable of saying."
  • Taurus: "There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart."
  • Gemini: "That’s why I like you so much. Your heart isn’t dead."
  • Cancer: "Yes, be patient with me. My heart is heavy."
  • Leo: "Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is."
  • Virgo: "I am on your side. But you have no way of knowing it, because your heart is blind."
  • Libra: "I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say."
  • Scorpio: "I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea."
  • Sagittarius: "How can it be that, linked to such suffering, her face is still the face of happiness for me?"
  • Capricorn: "Words that come from the heart are always simple."
  • Aquarius: "Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being."
  • Pisces: "I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world."
horizon zero dawn // inspired starters

❛ you know what? when we met, i thought i was a big shot talking to a pretty girl hidden away in the middle of nowhere. ❜   
❛ try not to forget about me while you’re out there changing the world. ❜  
❛ i’m already under some heavy divine pressure. but i’ll try to live up to it. ❜  
❛ after all that’s happened, all you’ve done…i feel like i should drop to your knees and worship you. ❜
❛ for you sake, i must go where you will never find me. this is goodbye. ❜  

❛ i’ll always have a minute for you. maybe even two. ❜  
❛ i knew there was something about you. hammered from the stuff they make leaders out of. ❜  
❛ he’s smiling at us. ❜  

❛ i remember yelling that i didn’t care. ❜  
❛ you have to use your smarts to count for something, to serve life, not death. ❜  
❛ if you had had a child, what would you have wished for him or her? ❜  
❛ do you really not hear how ridiculous that sounds?  ❜  
❛ confidence is quiet. you’re not.  ❜  

❛ ha. it was just an instant, but i knew. i knew we’d be forever. ❜  
❛ i’ve done all i can. from here on out, the rest is up to you. ❜  
❛ there’s so much more to discover before the world ends.   ❜  
❛ the way you smiled…i had to look away or you were going to see. on my face. what had just… blossomed inside me, you know? ❜  
❛ as it turned out, it was your world all along. i was merely… trespassing. ❜  
❛ you just can’t leave me alone, can you? ❜  
❛ turn your face to the sun. ❜
❛ why is it, every time something terrible happens, everyone tells you the worst thing that ever happened to them, as though that makes it easier? ❜  
❛ no —- you don’t need to bow. ❜  

❛ the strength to stand alone is the strength to make a stand. ❜  
❛ what’s that now? don’t like the cold? ❜  
❛ welcome to my ravine of death.  ❜
❛ keep moving or you’ll die!  ❜        
❛ hey. my eyes are up here.  ❜  
❛ you defeated it…alone?  ❜  

❛ today i speak your name - but will the goddess speak it back? ❜
❛ you must be humble and respect their power. ❜  
❛ i’m here and wherever you go, i will follow. ❜  
❛ even a king can learn his lesson. ❜  

❛ we can still have a party, right? sure we can. ❜  
❛ what is that on your face? ❜  
❛ the wilds can be dangerous. you need to stay close and do as i say. ❜
❛ so? what do you say? how about we try and kill each other?  ❜  

❛ you’re still scratched up from the fall you did yesterday. ❜  
❛ what do you think i’m doing? taking a nap?  ❜  
❛ guess we can’t have everything.  ❜  
❛ so that’s what this is? a tantrum? a cry for attention?  ❜  

❛ never celebrate a victory before it’s earned. ❜  
❛ you’re bleeding. let me have a look. ❜  
❛ you’re an idiot. a dangerous idiot..but an idiot.  ❜  
❛ you were only chosen because you were a fool, too stupid to realize you were being used. ❜  

❛ not everyone follows the law like you do. ❜  
❛ take this, to … remember. ❜
❛ my fight. i can’t ask you to come with me. ❜
❛ you survived! i thought you were killed. ❜
❛ we have more important things to do than ask questions.  ❜  
❛ that could be the least creepy thing you’ve said to me.  ❜  
❛ rough going but you survived.  ❜       

❛ this attachment to me will only hold you back. ❜  
❛ you will turn back - or bleed. your choice. ❜  
❛ you can sense it. you already know you’re going to lose. ❜  
❛ i need to catch a breath.  ❜  

❛ you know, i often think of the day i gave you that scar. it’s a cherished memory. ❜  
❛ are you going to shut your mouth? because that would be a surprise. ❜
❛ it’s time to make your first kill. ❜  
❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜  
❛ you can be a real lard sometimes. cut it out. ❜  
❛ i’m not afraid of you. i’m not afraid of anything. ❜  
❛ now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to get some sleep. i plan to be well rested when i run you into the ground tomorrow. ❜
❛ not all comforts are bad. ❜  
❛ better dead last than dead altogether. ❜  
❛ no witnesses! no survivors! ❜  
❛ are you crazy? you’re going to kill yourself! ❜  
❛ i suppose you leave that part out of the story when you tell it, don’t you? ❜
❛ ugly and ancient? like your mother? ❜
❛ to answer for what i’ve done, the lives i’ve ruined? yes. i am ready. ❜  
❛ they can’t shoot if they’re dead. ❜  
❛ hello, old friend. remember me? ❜
❛ i’m more than a threat. ❜   
❛ i don’t think either you or i are ready for that. at least not yet. ❜  

❛ i’ll take that lunch. alone. ❜  
❛ i could use someone like you by my side. ❜     
❛ we still have so much to discuss. so much you never revealed. ❜

❛ you’re lucky i happened by. one half a heart beat more, and that creature would’ve torn you in half. ❜ 
❛ i crave vengeance, do you? ❜
❛ a bold claim. i wonder if you’ll live up to it. ❜  
❛ hmm. i love your hair. ❜  
❛ still alive. good. i have a more suitable death for you in mind. ❜  
❛ knowledge has its rewards, don’t you think? ❜

❛ he was a better man than what you’d ever hope to be! ❜  
❛ i’ll remember those words when i watch your corpse burn. whatever’s left of it. ❜  

❛ i will not be worshiped! i don’t belong to you! ❜
❛ impossible. i am chosen. this was not meant to be! ❜

❛ you don’t approve? well, i have a secret for you. neither do i. ❜  
❛ well, to start, you’re strong, shrewd and capable.  ❜  

❛ we must be patient. change doesn’t come in a sunrise.  ❜  
❛ they tried to break me. shows what they know. ❜  
❛ i should have been with you. why didn’t you come for me? ❜  
❛ may the dawn find you, the day warm you, and the dusk have light to guide your path.  ❜  
❛ the better man is the one who doesn’t end up with their steaming guts on the ground. ❜
❛ once one threat is dealt with, another one looms. ❜
❛ if i live or die, they’ll call my name. ❜  
❛ i don’t usually fight if i don’t have to, but if i have to, i want to. ❜  
❛ we’ve only met a few times and yet you know me so well. ❜  
❛ i thought you just wanted tea and conversation. ❜  
❛ i wasn’t expecting to find a half clad soldier singing like a drunk.  ❜    
❛ you don’t hear me laughing.  ❜
❛ i came prepared. have arrows enough to take down armies. ❜  
❛ it’s settled. i’ll fight by your side. my only request. ❜  
❛ the wrongness here jags at me like a ❜  
❛ tomorrow, may the sun rise on a better world. ❜      
❛ you can’t ask me to stand by and watch. not when i have the power. ❜    
❛ this isn’t home anymore. ❜  
❛ my will is like the oldest ice! ❜  
❛ your whole life was a failure, and soon no one will even remember you. ❜     
❛ will change happen, if men continue to live in palaces? ❜  
❛ i did say not to break anything, didn’t i?  ❜
❛ you should sleep, if sleep comes.  ❜        
❛ i kept thinking of the moment my knife pierced your throat. one twist, a simple tug of the blade, and you would bleed out. ❜  
❛ how can you sleep, with a weight like that pressing on you? ❜  
❛ i’m not here to intrigue you. ❜  
❛ no more playing around. you’re going to have to grow up. ❜
❛ no rest for the weary, huh? ❜  
❛ don’t worry. i’ll be there for you. ❜  
❛ to say you have my gratitude feels woefully insignificant. ❜  

typical

◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 3.7k

◦ request: Is it ok if I ask for an hyungsik smut with a thicker girl who’s a friend of his friend who’s protective of her and doesn’t want him with her cause she not his type and he loves to flirt with other girls but he’s attracted to her and then they sneak away to have sex with after care and pillow talk cause she insecure about her body that he doesn’t actually like her cause she’s not the ideal type…..

Hihi can I request a Hyungshik smut with him being a cocky but kind chaebol? Something like his character in The Heirs or High Society!

◦ a/n: Guys I have gotten like six hyungsik smut requests LOL we all whipped; on another note, I swear y’all are like some weird ass mind readers; you always end up requesting something that I half jotted down already xD I sort of changed it up a little - enjoyyy! (Also sorry this took forever I got swamped with work cause midterms; hopefully the length makes up for it?? tbh idk what i wrote)

m a s t e r l i s t


I can’t say I was surprised. It had hardly been ten minutes and the idiot had gone and ditched me. It happened every time, and every time I sat at the table with a drink that wasn’t strong enough in hand, scanning the crowds for him. No wonder he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Rolling my eyes, I sipped the champagne in my glass and set it on the table, welcoming the burn in the back of my throat. It was already close to empty. Leaning back in my chair, my eyes darted through the room. The place was lit with dim yellow lights, regal almost. The floor scattered with men in suits and ties and women in extravagant dresses. My brother had somewhat of a knack for these social gatherings. Despite that, he lacked the decency to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month and naturally the one that seemed perfect who stuck longer than that was only after his wealth. He turned into hyper social butterfly, but wouldn’t let anyone get close to him. I couldn’t blame him for being upset, but still, whatever demon possessed him to start taking me as his plus one to these stupid company celebrations was beyond me.

“How is it that I always find you alone?” A familiar voice floated through the nuisance of the party, standing a couple feet away. He held his own glass of champagne in his hand, also almost empty. He looked as dashing as ever, the suit kissing his figure in all the right ways. Ah, Park Hyungsik, what a fine creature.

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@tremendousdetectivetheorist and a bunch of other guys gave such lovely feedback on my angst vs fluff question yesterday. So while I’m editing the next chapters for both categories, I hope you’ll enjoy this little piece of silliness and fluff I wrote a couple of months ago.



John Watson was nothing if not a creature of habit, that much I had learned in the initial weeks of our acquaintance. He preferred mealtimes at regular intervals, enjoyed a pipe and a brandy after a particularly trying day and liked to engage with his writing in the evening only. He had great respect for holidays and special occasions and took offense if others treated them with carelessness that bordered on indifference.

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anonymous asked:

How would Bokuto react if he hears his crush say that they can't believe someone would be interested in them like, "me? who would like someone like me?"

I’m getting into the conclusion that Bokuto might be one of my favorite characters to write about. I don’t know why, but I just shamlessly enjoy writting about him.

I think you asked for a formal text describing only his reaction, but I read this and the idea just popped in my head… and I wrote a whole big ass scenario.

Sorry ?

I was between angst, and fluff, and I decided an unexpected-fluff would do. 

So get ready for some Bokuto fluff.

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February 14th, better known as Valentine’s Day, one of the most overrated seasonal celebrations known to man. It was such a scam that it didn’t even count as a holiday. You still had to go to school, and go to work.

And despite all of that, Bokuto had become another victim. Cupid had him good. The mythical creature had got its arrow right through his heart. 

He had his own way of doing things. He didn’t do anything halfway. Whenever he did anything, he went all the way. And if he was going to do something romantic, he was going to be the greatest knight with the shiniest armor in the entire kingdom.

That was what made Valentine’s Day the perfect occasion for him to finally give a big hint of his feelings. He had bought an ostentatious bouquet of red roses, and had put a little note with her name, and his signature so she could know who was the bold gentleman behind such gesture.

He was going to arrive earlier than usual to school. He didn’t want anyone to see him with the bouquet. He wanted it to be a surprise. He wanted to make everyone wonder about the flowers. He wanted to make the girls wish someone would do something like that for them. He wanted the boys to wish they had come up with the idea.

Then, she would arrive, all eyes on her as she entered the room. He would witness her face as she realized what was placed upon her desk. Whispers everywhere. She would take the note, and with that voice he had grown fond of she would say his name.

That was the plan in his head, but as he putted the flowers on her desk he felt nauseous, and a wave of shivers took over him. All of a sudden he didn’t feel as confident as he did ten minutes ago. He had never thought of the most important factor of it all.

What if she rejected him?

Suffering of what felt like a panic attack, he took the note and ripped the part where his signature was, and got out of the classroom as fast as his long legs let him.

He waited defeated for a whole hour before heading back to his classroom, and putted on his best poker face. Just as he had imagined, everyone was talking about the mysterious bouquet. He went straight to his seat, and didn’t look back at it. He fixed his eyes on the board ready to leave them there for the rest of the day.

But yet again his plan was ruined by no one else than himself. Someone stood by his side, and a soft voice whispered.

“But what the…”

He lifted his head finding the reason and cause of his current problems. Her face showed nothing but bewilderment. And even with an unpleasant expression, she looked lovely to him.

She walked to her desk, and his heart drummed harder, and harder against his chest with every step she took towards his present.

She inspected the flowers while her expression stayed the same. No smiles, no gasps, only confusion.

“Looks like someone is really into you,” said one of the girls in the class that Bokuto recognized as her friend.

“I’m not even sure they’re for me,” she said. “It must be a mistake.”

“Oh, no mistake. They’re for you. I look into the note attached to it,” said the friend. She only shook her head looking at the note herself. “It seems you have a secret admirer.”

Bokuto had sworn he would keep his gaze straight forward avoiding the mess he had made, but as soon as she had appeared in front of him he felt hypnotized, and his eyes suddenly had their own will and demanded the sight of her.

She slightly frowned. “This is ridiculous.”


“Why? It is cute.”

“Yeah, the flowers are extremely cute. What I mean is that it’s ridiculous someone likes me enough to do this,” she said. If she already had Bokuto’s eyes trapped on her, now his ears were all hers, too.

“Come on, don’t put yourself down like that.”

“Seriously, me? Who would like someone like me?” she bitterly said.

His heart went from beating hard and fast to a sudden stop. Hadn’t she noticed the longing looks he gave to her, and only her? Hadn’t she noticed how much he smiled whenever she said a simple ‘good morning’ to him? Wasn’t she aware that right in that moment he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her? He was in shock. If she was so unlikable, then why was he so head-over-heels for her?

“They even ripped their name from the note,” she continued. “Whoever bought me the flowers regret it instantly.”

The abrupt and loud noise of a desk crashing agasint the floor echoed in the room making everyone jolt in their places.

“That’s not it!” Bokuto blurted. He had stood up so quickly, he had knocked off his desk. She looked at him completely surprised. “The note is ripped because I got too nervous because I really like you!” He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t just stay there letting her think she wasn’t as magnificent as she was to him.

Her eyes opened wide, and her jaw slowly dropped as a group of gasps filled the room. In matter of seconds both of them registered that he had just confessed to her. Their cheeks tinted crimson red.

“Everyone go sit right now,” said the teacher as she entered the room. Every student quickly moved, but them. Their eyes were locked together. The friend pulled her skirt taking her back to the real world. She picked the flowers with such carefulness Bokuto could feel it as well by only looking. She sitted down. She was still blushing.

“Bokuto-kun, please put the desk in its place, and sit down,” the teacher insisted when she saw he was not moving. He nodded, and with not much effort picked up the desk.

He was still restless. He couldn’t believe he had confessed in such a hurry, and in such a lame way. He felt a couple of taps on his shoulder, and discreetly turned his head. The classmate behind him offered him a small folded paper. He quickly took it, and guarded him between his hands so the teacher wouldn’t see it.

He unfolded it.

‘Let’s talk at lunch time,’ the note said with her name written down the little sentence along a smiley face.

His hands started shaking, and the corners of his mouth widened in what could be the biggest smile he had eve projected. He was no longer on earth. He had gone to space, and was now floating with other celestial bodies.

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Thanks for the request! I hope you liked it!

Don't Kill Me. (Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider Imagine)

I was inspired by another imagine, but I do not remember the title/the author because it’s been about three weeks since I’ve read it. 

Soulmate AU: On most people, their soulmate’s first phrase that they say to them is on their left arm, but not Bucky’s. 

I hope you guys enjoy!

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

When Bucky was younger, he always felt as if he was different from anyone else. Not because eventually he will be different than everyone, but because his soulmate tattoo is on his right arm. Everyone had theirs on their left and had already met their soulmates once they gotten older, but Bucky’s never came around. And what made everything worse was the phrase written on his right wrist. 

But when he was taken by HYDRA, he couldn’t help wonder if the reasoning as to why his tattoo was on his right arm was just fate’s plan. He recalled moments when he would ask his master, “Will you make me hurt her?” But the question was never answered or acknowledged. 

You had been working for Tony Stark for as long as you could remember. You had been working as his personal assistant even before he became Iron Man. When you began being, somewhat, a part of the Avengers Team, you began to wonder if you were taking one more step closer to meeting your soulmate. Tony would tell you that you were delirious but the phrase, “I won’t hurt you,” printed on your wrist said otherwise. You would tell your boss that the phrase seemed to be linked to your job, as your life was often put in danger. 

When you imagined who your soulmate was, you always pictured him to be a man who would save you and assure you that he meant no harm to you. But what you got was something completely different. 

The sirens blared loudly in the Avengers compound. Tony’s face appeared on his hologram video chat. “You need to get to safety immediately, (Y/N).” 

Your first instinct was to lock down your computers. “FRIDAY, security lock please.” You instructed the AI. “Mr. Stark what’s happened?” 

“An intruder. Go to the safe room now!” You got up to your feet, grabbing the gun that was hidden under your desk, and followed his instructions, leaving the room. 

Bucky’s head was cloudy. He had orders. He had to fulfill them. That was how he was trained to do. Kill anyone in your way

There was a soft tapping on the tile flooring. He stopped in his tracks as he registered it to be a woman’s heels. Then you finally came to view. Something felt wrong to Bucky. Seeing you across the hall, looking like a deer caught in headlights, felt wrong. He raised the gun, readying to shoot. But it didn’t feel right. His finger was on the trigger, but he didn’t pull it. He was stopping himself from killing this woman in front of him. 

But you were keen on staying alive and seeing a man with a metal arm and guns pointed at you made you feel like you were about to meet your creator in a few moments. You aimed the pistol as best as you could, granted you weren’t Hawkeye aim approved, and began shooting. His arm raised up, blocking the bullets, and he charged towards you. 

Next thing you knew, you were pressed up against the wall, your gun kicked too far away, and another barrel pointed at your face. Tears were streaming down your face as you said, “Don’t Kill Me.” 

Bucky’s eyes widened. That phrase it seemed familiar to him. His eyes wandered to his flesh arm and saw the words imprinted boldly. He had his finger on the trigger and you closed your eyes, waiting for the end… But it never came. 

He pulled the gun away from you and you opened your eyes to meet his blue ones. “I won’t hurt you.” He whispered. 

It was your turn for your eyes to widen. You looked down at your left wrist and saw the phrase staring at you. “You’re my.-”

Before you could finish your statement, Tony Stark as the Iron man flew by, knocking the super soldier away from you. “Mr. Stark wait!” You called out before Tony was able to shoot a beam at the Winter Soldier. 

“Okay, I knew you loved every living creature out in the world, (Y/N), but he tried to kill you and you seriously want him alive?” Tony questioned, his eyes still on Bucky. “Oh, Cap, is gonna have a heart attack, we finally found his missing person.” 

“He’s my soulmate.” You stated as you went in front of your boss. “Don’t rob me of him, please, Tony.” 

He put his arm down and the Iron Man mask lifted off from his face as he nodded understandingly. You looked back at Bucky and smiled. He returned the gesture. 

Okay maybe you didn’t get the savior you were dreaming of, but maybe you got something much more…

I Just Don’t Know

Originally posted by hardyness

Request:  Okay since you’re flooded with requests, mine is pretty small :). Basically let’s pretend the reader is in the cell with Newt and he’s a nervous wreck (in tears) because of his creatures, so the reader comforts him and gives him so much love?

Notes: This is very short

You had been caught with a Niffler in New York and were being held in a cell until your execution. You heard the door being opened and a man with a blue coat being thrown in with you. He looked very upset and immediately went to sit in the corner.

“Hello there.” You said softly. You just heard soft cries coming from the man. You felt your heart cry out for him and so you went over and sat next to him. “I’m Y/N and I got put in here because they found me with my Niffler Harold and I have a little bag that’s filled with magical creatures that was also taken from me. I’m really scared of what they’ll do with them and you also look like you could use some company.” You rambled. The man turned to face you.

“My creatures were taken too.” The man said tears still falling down his face. “I’m Newt. Newt Scamander, I’m writing a book about magical creatures.”

“Well Mr Newt Scamander, when we get out of here, I think we should team up, help each other.” You said, putting an arm around Newt. He lifted his head.

“When?” Newt questioned.

“I’m currently practicing being an optimist. See there’s so many creatures out there who need our help so we have to live long enough to give it, and I think we will get out.” You said, placing your head on his shoulder. All your emotions just hit you like a truck as a realisation just hit you. “What if they’ve already killed Harold, Newt?” You asked, tears falling down your face. Newt looked at you.

“I don’t know Y/N, I just don’t know.” Newt said helplessly, you turned to each other and jus held each other for dear life. “We’ve just got to keep hoping.” Newt said. Any other magizoologist was a friend to him.

“Do you think it would be okay if we just stayed like this until they come for us?” You asked shyly.

“N-no it would be absolutely fine.” Newt said, caressing your hair. Somehow he just knew that would calm you down a bit. You were tracing circles on the back of his neck which was helping him.

On the Anniversary of IRTABFY:

An Open Letter to the Inception Fandom

Hi everyone! Today is a very special day for me - a day where I want to thank all of you. Today, the 24th of January, marks the one year anniversary since the first posting of I’d Rather Take A Bullet for You (Than See You Hurt Again), better known as IRTABFY!

IRTABFY was not my first venture into the Inception fandom, however it’s been the plunge that has submersed me feet first. Since then, I’ve enjoyed where the waves have taken me - and have met a lot of amazing people in the process!

My first-ever fic was actually posted last year on the 22nd of January. It was titled Cat Memes and WonderWall - A.K.A The Phone Mix-up (very high-class, I know). It was a simple texting short that began with this summary:

Eames: My mother wants to meet you, Darling.

She keeps referring to you as, “That nice man who talked to me on your phone, dear.”

I expected no one to read it. Then, overnight, I was overwhelmed by the response. 32 comments, 9 bookmarks? I was stunned. Looking back, I don’t think I would’ve believed you if you told me what I was in for. But we’re getting there.

I’ve read Inception fics ever since the inception (ha, I couldn’t resist) of the fandom. I actually began with Ariadne/Arthur (shh, shh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry) and branched out when I saw the much more popular tag, Arthur/Eames. Needless to say, I fell in love. “You musn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling” has been a quote I’ve touted since 2010, and I’m gratified it’s something I get to share with all of you. I can’t begin to describe how you all have changed me.

It’s not only the AUs, although they are good - Arthur celebrates Hanukkah, runs a coffee shop, does lapdances on the side. Eames is a waiter, then a musician, then a policeman. (Was there artistic cheese and shirtlessness at one point??)

Their relationship morphs through a blur of wonderful reincarnations and twisting red-hot dynamics - always leading toward the breathless singularity that is Arthur+Eames.

It’s not just the headcanons, although they are amazing - Arthur hogs the blankets, Eames has a secret (or not so secret) fascination with dogs, Arthur may or may not keep the apartment ten degrees warmer for a certain lover of Mombasa.

It’s not just the fanart, although all of your postings continually dumbfound me.

It’s the community.

I wrote the first chapter of IRTABFY after I got comments on Cat Memes and WonderWall (sidenote: I have a problem with long titles. I need therapy.) saying how much they liked the portrayal of Eames’ mother. After that, I posted the first chapter of IRTABFY, wrote the ending right after, and wondered what the heck was going to come in between.

And now, after 23 published chapters, 78748 words, 288 comments, 305 kudos, 67 bookmarks, and 6355 hits, I don’t even know what to say. Surprised would be a gross understatement. Nonplussed, perhaps. Flabbergasted. Mystified.

This has already become a dissertation of my love for all of you and this fandom, so I’ll stop here. I am not sure how to convey how much each and every one of you have affected me. You have spurred me to keep writing when I wondered whether I was good enough. You have inspired me with your works. You have provided insight and cute GIFs that reminded me why the Inception fandom is still alive and thriving seven (!!!) years after the release. You have irrevocably altered my life, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

From the bottom of my heart,

Thank you.

-randombitsofstars <3

A special thanks to a few of the many who have inspired me: @orangebug13 @a-forger-and-a-point-man @briaranise-star @fiamac @corinnetags @pinkys-creature-feature @la-belle-laide @earlgreytea68 @deadbeforeithappens @thingsbeginningwitha @iamanonniemouse @involuntaryorange @inceptionkitties @tweed-and-paisley @youcantsaymylastname @malfunctioningtotem @redtotems @geekasaurus-me @trynx @silverukiss @dreamin-reader @inceptiversary @fuckyeaharthurandeames @dread-pirate-westley @dailyjosephgordonlevitt @freudhood @weltenesche @inceptiversarysocial @nerdherderette

A very special thanks to @domlerrys for her continual support, encouragement, and fanart represented above.

Two-part harmony

Requested by Anonymous: Could you write something about a human narrator singing to the company around the fire and a dwarf (Thorin or Fili or Kili or any dwarf or all of them idk) falling in love with her??

Here you go, my dear anon…I hope it’s what you imagined!

“Blow the Candles Out” – Traditional English folk song. There are probably a hundred different versions, but if you haven’t heard it, you can listen to one here.

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The sun was setting as you helped Bombur and Bifur lug the cooking pots back to camp from the riverbank where you had worked together to wash them. The calm, cool, lavender twilight was refreshing after a long day of traveling, and the crackling campfire invited the company to gather around and rest their weary bodies in its warmth.

When at last you went to join the circle of lounging dwarves, Fili caught your eye and quietly spoke up as you approached. “You can sit here if you like,” he gestured to the fallen log where he was seated next to his brother, “it’s close to the fire.”

“Ori! Budge up.” Kili sprang into action, shuffling Ori to a precarious perch at the very end of the log to make room beside Fili, but Ori, already sulky because Kili had accidentally knocked one of his journals into a damp streambed earlier in the day, was having none of it. He scooted himself forcefully against the combined weight of the Durin brothers and huffily reclaimed his place.

“It’s all right,” you said placatingly, settling yourself on a large tree stump beside Dori, who gave you a companionable smile. “I can sit here, it’ll be quite warm enough.”

You could have sworn you saw Kili throw his brother an apologetic look, and you dared to hope that Fili might share your disappointment, but the incident was quickly forgotten as Bofur began a rollicking song, and the small assembly broke out in approving hoots and clapping hands in time with the beat. The rousing dwarvish tunes had been entirely unfamiliar to you when you’d first joined the company as a guide and the lone human among Thorin Oakenshield’s ragtag band of followers, but at this point in the journey you often found yourself quietly humming them as you trudged through the wilderness, and you enjoyed the cheerful evenings at the fireside as much as anyone else.

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                  The Witch and the Wolves.                         Chapter One

           Breath…its just a new school…everything will be okay. Freya told herself. Ultimately, she was utterly terrified of going to the new School. Her right arm lay at her side, hand fiddling with the hem of dress while her while her left held onto the strap of her
backpack. She wore a loose back lacey dress with a white cardigan,and black combat boots while her silver hair lay in a messy bun on the top of her head. Students kept eyeing the new girl. Some with jealousy on their mind and others purely Awestruck.
Freya walked into the and made a b-line for the main office. Walking in she saw a plump lady with brown hair typing away behind the counter.
“Excuse me? I’m…uh…new here, can you tell me where I go to get me schedule?”  She asked the lady in a small voice. The lady looked up at Freya, startled. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the young girl in front of her. “Yes, you actually get it right here, dear. Freya, Right?” Freya simply nodded. The Lady turned her roller chair around and grabbed a stack of papers, then returned to the her normal spot. She began to mumble to her self while going through the stack of paper until she found the one she sought after. “Here you are! Enjoy your first day here, Hun!” Freya grabbed the paper from the ladies hand and walked out of the office. Stopping right out the door she looked at the paper that held her schedule on it. Okay, so First is Chemistry Lecture…room 107.

    Scott lifted his head off of his desk, sniffing around like a fool. He smelt something he had never smelt before and couldn’t decipher if it was good or bad. It was just…Different. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder and turned to Stiles “ Um…Ow? what the hell was that for dude?” Scott said while rubbing his shoulder. Stiles just looked at Scott “What…w-what was that for? I tried calling your name but you just kept sniffing around like an idiot. What’s up with that?” Scott looked around the room, still un aware of what the smell was. “I uh I smelt…something” he said raising an eye brow, knowing how odd it sounded. “You smelt something? You know what never mind. I don’t even what to know. I’m just going to turn around and act like that didn’t happen.” Stiles said and immediately turned back around. Mr.Harris walked into the classroom with the Silver hair girl close behind him. “Class, we have a new student…Introduce yourself please” Harris said while raising his arm towards the class. Freya swallowed.  “Okay…Um…My name is Freya Grimm and I’m new…so yeah…“ Harris rolled his eyes "That has clearly already been stated. Now if you will Miss.Grimm take a seat in the back so we can get started” A shade of red rose on Freya’s cheeks as she walked towards her seat. On her way back she passed Scott. He then immediately knew the new girl was the source of the odd smell and that he would have to ask Derek about it at Lunch.

        Freya walked outside to a tree and pulled out her lunch. She never liked school lunches thus bring her own. The day has not been as bad as she thought it would be. Thankfully no one talked to her, though they did gawk and whisper about her. she didn’t care though, she was used to it. Sadly the whole no one talking to her came to an end as a handsome guy with dark hair and scruff on his face came up. He smiled at her. “I thought I smelt a witch back in town.” Freya froze. How did he know? was he a Hunter or perhaps maybe something supernatural? “I’m sorry but I have no idea what you are talking about” she quickly said as she swiftly packed up her things. “Come on Grimm, You don’t Remember me do you?” Just as she was about to walk away he stepped in front of her. He was about seven or so inches taller than her, causing her to have to tilt her face up to look at him. As she looked straight into his eyes, hers narrowed and he cocked a brow “No, I do not remember you now if you would, please move out of my way”

The man still did not move from his spot and simply chuckled. “Arabella, come on. You seriously don’t remember me…Derek?” As soon as he said that name She felt her heart race and her began to collapse from underneath her. Tears began to could her eyesight “How in the hell do you no my mothers name?” At this point she was certain he was a hunter, fore her mother had never once mentioned living in Beacon Hills nor about knowing any other creatures. “You mean…Wow…You look exactly like her. I’m sorry. Did…did something happen to her?” Freya scowled “ Oh no, I asked you a question first and you had better damned well answer it!” Derek stepped back a little bit. Surprised from the Outburst of the girl in font of him. He put his hands up “Okay okay. I uh…Knew you mother in High School and we were uh I guess you could say friends?” Freya huffed and booked it towed her car. She was to say the least very upset that her mother had kept secrets from her. Derek stayed in the same spot as before not even noticing that the girl had walked away. As waking up from a trance Derek shook his head and then looked around for the girl only to see that she was no where in sight.

     Freya parked her car at a walking trail and got out. She didn’t care if it was only her first day of school or even that she still had classes left. She just needed to get away and think. She walked along the trail, into the woods with her thoughts racing. Clinching her fists she could feel the wind being to pick up. tears began to trickle down her face. Her mother had always been a tough subject for her. “If you wouldn’t have have sent me away then maybe you would still be here” she angrily cried out. The weeping girl fell to her knees and let out a frustrated scream. Lightning began to strike as rain came down heavily. “I miss you so much mom…I’m sorry that i was such a disappointment to you” Then everything came to a halt, disappearing as quickly as it came.Freya stood up, Calm as could be and walked back to her car. Unknown by her someone had seen her whole little display.

A/N:Any thoughts? I know it isn’t much good. It will in due time be much better though! I haven’t written in a while so, I’m a bit rusty. Any thoughts?

Now imagine John Watson stopping in his tracks while tidying the flat and crouching down. 

‘Sherlock, honey.’

Sherlock nearly falls of his chair. ‘What?’ And his voice is most certainly not a high pitched squeak and the clearing of his throat has nothing to do with him trying to cover it up. 

John doesn’t even look up to him. ‘Honey. Get some honey.’

Sherlock is still too flabbergasted to ask John why the hell he needs the honey in the first place. He grabs it, moving slowly towards John, who is now sitting down on the floor, looking awfully concerned. And that is when Sherlock sees it. 

A bee.

Barely moving but still alive. 

John takes the honey with a muttered ‘thanks’ before turning back to the little creature on the floor, making sure to leave a drop of the golden liquid on the floor near it. And the way John’s face lights up when the bee finds it and starts drinking, makes Sherlock’s heart soar. 

Because this is John. A soldier. A man who has killed. But always caring. Always with the biggest and kindest heart Sherlock has ever come across. John Watson, saving one single little bee on the living room floor of their flat.  

Happy 37th Birthday to my favorite painfully obvious yet still closeted bisexual.

Happy Birthday to that young child who was made to grow up so fast. 

Happy Birthday to that genius who made an EMF reader out of an old Walkman. 

Happy Birthday to the man whose soul shine so bright even in the darkest of places. 

Happy Birthday to the man who is seen as the embodiment of humanity. 

Happy Birthday to the man who can act as brother, guardian, and friend all at once.

Happy Birthday to the guilt ridden mind of a hero who has seen battles enough for two lifetimes.

Happy Birthday to the broken hearted man who has faced so many losses and yet still finds a way to smile. 

Happy Birthday to the man who has made bad decisions for the sake of saving what he had left in the world. 

Happy Birthday to the man who sees himself as nothing but is everything to the holiest of creatures. 

Happy Birthday to the man that sings to classic rock tunes by can get down to some Taylor Swift. 

Happy Birthday to the man who is smooth as can be with the ladies but fumbles like a blushing idiot with the fellas. 

Happy Birthday to a man who looks a his best friend like the world disappears around them. 

Happy Birthday to the man who is still so young at heart. 

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester. 

Love ya man.

She.

She came again,
Sneaking under well manned defences.
Brittle cold fingers
Poking at a sleeping heart,
Finding a piece of dark.
Stirring up the bottom sludge
Until she cried to be held.
Even still I must cradle it
Repellent though she be
I must sit with her
Whining voice and skin
I recoil to touch,
to find beauty beneath
The ugly and love it.
It is the only way to ease
Her mournful mewing.
My friend You speak of beauty
Yet this creature Belongs to me,
Dwells within the murky place
And needs attending to,
Demands feeding and nurturing
To be listened to
To be noticed
To be loved.

Venus Crow.

Who you are (Harry - Requested)

 

Hey guys! It took me a hell lot of more hours to type this then I actually planed to. I had to take a break every 15 minutes to rest my eyes because they’re falling out haha. Tomorrow I’ll post two Niall stories, another Harry  and my first Liam story, so yeah lot of work, but hey it’s Saturday and I got no life woo!

And I’m not the one who asks this kind of things but can you please tell me if my stories are okay? Because I don’t feel like people like them that much (sure there’s couple of you who send me such a wonderful comments, and I’m beyond thankful), I have so many ideas for stories now I just wanna be sure that there’s someone who actually likes them.I love you guys <3

Huge thank you to my “bestest” friend in the world who helped me with Harry’s monologue at the end of the story since she’s more the romantic one and I’m more…..whatever I am hahah


Since I was a teenager, I (for some reason) was shy around boys. Every time a guy passes by me, I get anxious and near to panic attack. Maybe it’s because I was one of the “nerds” back in the days, but that shy side of me still remained the same. I never had a relationships longer then few months, I was living in fear that I wasn’t good enough, that my partner will find someone prettier, with better body, social, someone who can easily open up to him. I‘m (still) so scared that will happen, even after all this years, I just build up this kind of wall because I don’t want to give my heart to someone and for him to return it in pieces. But that somewhat change that I met him.
Harry is the real model of what the perfect man is for me. Not just for his beautiful green eyes, long locks and that gorgeous smile, but for the person that he truly is. His charm, humor, love for every living creature and life in general, wisdom, intelligence, kindness, adventurous spirit and many more things is what attractive to me. He’s true modern Prince Charming.
We’re not official yet, but I can feel in my bones that this is going to last as we both shall live.

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