talk to you later if we survive :*

There are no rules

My boyfriend DM’s a group of our friends and created a homemade Cyberpunk game, complete with custom classes. I’m a hacker, there’s a theif, a sergeant, and a doctor. For some background, we wake up from cryogenic sleep into a zombie apocalypse and are forced to play a survival game by this black orb. The DM made the mistake of giving me an overpowered arm modification, called doomfist, that let me punch through walls.

Me: Can I talk to Lamar?
DM: Do a constitution saying throw
Me: *Fails*
DM: He picks you up and throws you into the wall, you take 22 damage.
Sergeant: oh he’s dead, no one hurts my team
After the battle
Sergeant: I’m gonna cut his head off and take it with me, last thing we need is it crawling back together.
DM: but.. I.. uh.. Okay

Sometime later

DM: All the doors lock and a poisonous gas begins to fill the room
Me (hacker): I’ve still got charges on my Doomfist, so I’ll punch through the wall
DM: But, I *begins to laugh as all his plans fly out the window* okay

Later we are interrogating the man in charge
Me: Well, I give up. He won’t give us any information, so let’s just put him in the room with Lamar. He’s not in his machine that controls the place anymore.
DM: You know what!? I’m done, you guys messed everything up, just have your tanks too!

And the rest of the session was utter nonsense as I ran around in a spider tank, the sergeant had a regular tank, the doctor had a monster baby eating people, and the their crawled though the vents at will.

Heartstrings and. . .webstrings

Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

Peter parker x reader

Prompt: soulmate au where soulmates have matching tatoos

As he swung around the city Peter couldn’t feel the wind through his mask but the view was more than enough to take his mind off of it. 

He could almost see to the other side of New York.

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So when you say things like “Native Americans have a responsibility to teach [non Natives] their myths and legends and culture!!!” so you can shift the responsibility of being racist on the people you’re targeting, this is what you’re really saying:

In order for you to “understand why we’re so upset with you,” we are expected to talk about, in detail, every single aspect of our struggle for survival, again.

We are expected to talk about ethnic cleansing, genocide, war, colonialism, sexual violence, residential schools, forced assimilation,  the kidnapping of our children, skyrocketing suicide rates, cultural appropriation, racist stereotypes, our women going missing and being found murdered, again.

We are expected to talk about our personal experiences with racism from our partners, our friends, our friends’ family members, our teachers, our employers, our co-workers, acquaintances, online communities, fandoms, entire industries, pop culture icons, government officials, and even the lateral violence within our own communities, again.

We are expected to spell out, in detail, as to what our family members of the previous generation survived in order for us to be here, again.

We are expected to relive our trauma, again.

With all of the information already available for you on the internet that’s a mere Google search away, you expect us to start from square one all over again with no regard for the toll it takes on our hearts, just so you can ignore it AGAIN.

Excuse me, but fuck you.

(Not) Killing Your Darlings: Parallels Between ACD Canon and S4

I’ve slowly been working my way through a reread of the canon stories, and although I am used to finding phrases and plotlines among the stories that have been adapted within Sherlock, what surprised me towards the end of the canon is that the writers of Sherlock appear to be adapting the way the stories are written, as well. We’ve talked a lot about the idea that Mofftiss have Reichenbached the show in Series 4, but I’m beginning to think they have Case-booked it (and His Last Bowed it, a little, too). This will probably sound grim at first, but I remain an optimist when it comes to Sherlock, so bear with me. These are Princess Bride “pit of despair” times; I figure if we have to be here, we may as well look around.

As a quick reminder, Doyle published the short stories as:

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892)
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (1894)
The Return of Sherlock Holmes (1905)
His Last Bow (1917)
The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes (1927)

I’m going to start at the end of His Last Bow and the later stories, because they best parallel Series 4, then look back very briefly.

Breaking the fourth wall

His Last Bow breaks the pattern of the Sherlock Holmes story collections in a few ways. It begins with a brief preface written by John H. Watson; he addresses the reader directly to explain that he and Holmes are still living, though ageing:

”The friends of Mr Sherlock Holmes will be glad to learn that he is still alive and well, though somewhat crippled by occasional attacks of rheumatism… Several previous experiences which have lain long in my portfolio, have been added to ‘His Last Bow’ so as to complete the volume.” (His Last Bow, preface)

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Unnoticed [Jason Scott x Reader]

Request: Could you do something like the reader thought Jason never noticed her and then during the battle the red ranger saves her and once the battle is done and everything, he goes to check on her and asks her out?

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: I’m not sure how much I like certain parts of this. I haven’t actually written in about a month, so I’m a little rusty. I have read over it a couple times, and had another pair of eyes read it as well, but there might still be mistakes. Hope you all enjoy this though, and also, if you would like to be tagged in future writings let me know! My requests are OPEN! Also, if you are looking for another Power Ranger blog to follow, go check out my sister @zacktxylor! Her requests are also open!

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anonymous asked:

What do you think changed for Bill and Hillary after 1998 that helped him stop the philandering cycle? Had they done therapy before?

Well, the good news is, we can let them speak for themselves on this topic. I’m making a conscious choice to not use sources that don’t provide direct quotes from both of them, and sticking with three in particular: Living History, My Life, and Hillary’s Talk Magazine interview from 1999. There’s also a quick excerpt from May 2017′s New York Magazine interview. I wanted to add some bits from the Blair Papers in as well, but the length is already a bit out of control.

If you’re reading this and think the Clintons are lying about how they frame their marriage when discussing it publicly, then this post probably won’t do much for you.

Had they done therapy before?

I’ll start here, as it’s a pretty cut-and-dry one. Based on Hillary’s own words in the New York Magazine article from May 2017, the marital counselling after Lewinsky was the first and only time they did any kind of therapy together. Bill may have had therapy/counseling as an individual in the past, but the 90′s was the only time HRC went through any kind of counseling herself, and the only time they did as a couple:

Remembering Election Night and the inauguration, I can’t help but think that Clinton’s ability to set aside her own feelings might be useful but perhaps not entirely healthy. I ask her if she’s ever been in therapy, and she shakes her head. “Unh-uh. No. I have not.” When I express surprise, she allows, “Well, we had some marital counseling in the late ’90s, around our very difficult time, but that’s all.”

She shrugs. “That’s not how I roll. I’m all for it for anybody who’s at all interested in it. It’s just not how I deal with stuff.” [New York Magazine]

What do you think changed for Bill and Hillary after 1998 that helped him stop the philandering cycle?

A few things to start:

I need to preface that I do, indeed, believe that Bill stopped cheating after 1998. My posts here (regarding where I generally stand on interpreting the nature of their marriage) and here (regarding rumors about him cheating in the 2000s onward) cover that - so my answer will align with your phrasing of the question in that the cycle did indeed stop. Again, if you’re reading this and don’t believe that he stopped cheating, much of this won’t mean a lot to you.

So, to your question, what changed - and why did the cycle stop, this time?

(1) They attended marital counseling for the first time. It was extensive - for a full year, and weekly. Per both of them, they began discussing things about themselves, their marriage, their histories, etc. that they had never really dug into before. As HRC says in 2017, “That’s not how I roll.” She’s never been a soul-barer, and from what I outline below, WJC had never really faced the root of his own issues, either. So what changed this time was a willingness to start uncovering the core of the issues they faced in the 80s in their marriage, really surfacing them, and talking through them together with openness and honesty.

Hillary and I also began a serious counseling program, one day a week for about a year. For the first time in my life, I actually talked openly about feelings, experiences, and opinions about life, love, and the nature of relationships. I didn’t like everything I learned about myself or my past, and it pained me to face the fact that my childhood and the life I’d led since growing up had made some things difficult for me that seemed to come more naturally to other people. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

We continued with our regular counseling sessions, which forced us to ask and answer hard questions that years of non-stop campaigning had allowed us to postpone. By now, I wanted to save our marriage, if we could. (Hillary Clinton, Living History)

The simple act of talking - openly communicating - comes up a lot in their writing about the recovery of their marriage, in combination with an admission that it’s not something they had really done before that point in terms of discussing their own personal issues in great depth. If you’ve been married (or in a substantially long-term relationship), you’ll understand exactly how much this matters, and exactly how damaging it was that this hadn’t really happened up until the 90′s. That’s not to say they didn’t talk about their marital issues at all - it’s that they hadn’t taken time to be (1) deeply introspective enough to uncover everything (see: WJC’s note that some of what was discussed was for the first time), and (2) whatever issues they had uncovered in the past had never really been resolved (see HRC’s point above re: postponing answering the hard questions).

So, they pushed aside deep self-reflection up until they really faced it head-on together in the 90′s. That has so much to do with why the 90′s saw the end of the cycle. They asked and answered the hard questions, at last.

(2) Beyond just marital counseling sessions, they kept on communicating, and they got to know each other again as spouses, and as two people who loved each other, beyond just the fulfilling work they did together through public service. You’ll hear this common thread from a lot of folks who go through marital counselling - this idea of “getting to know each other again”.

In the long counseling sessions and our conversations about them afterward, Hillary and I also got to know each other again, beyond the work and ideas we shared and the child we adored. I had always loved her very much, but not always very well. I was grateful that she was brave enough to participate in the counseling. We were still each other’s best friend, and I hoped we could save our marriage. Meanwhile, I was still sleeping on a couch, this one in the small living room that adjoined our bedroom. I slept on that old couch for two months or more. I got a lot of reading, thinking, and work done, and the couch was pretty comfortable, but I hoped I wouldn’t be on it forever. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

I think I survived because of a combination of soul-searching and relying on friends, the support of people who give advice, religious faith, long and hard discussions. (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

“Bill has been subjected to so much abuse … he doesn’t make any excuses for what he did. But the reaction was unprecedented and harmful to the country … People are mean. I think it’s a real disservice, the way we sort of strip away everybody’s sense of dignity, of privacy. People need support, not disdain. … And you know, we did have a very good stretch,” she adds later, referring to the period after Gennifer Flowers. “Years and years of nothing.” And how they repaired their connection this time? “We talk. We talk in the solarium, in the bedroom, in the kitchen – it’s just a constant conversation…” she gives a tired smile. “We like to lie in bed and watch old movies.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

(3) Bill further received personal therapy/counseling independently, much of it from religious leaders, to discover and deal with his own issues. This may be ongoing, still.

…I would pursue counseling from pastors and others to find, with God’s help, “a willingness to give the very forgiveness I seek, a renunciation of the pride and the anger which cloud judgment, lead people to excuse and compare and to blame and complain.” We would pray, read scripture, and discuss some things I had never really talked about before. The Reverend Bill Hybels from Chicago also continued to come to the White House regularly, to ask searching questions designed to check my “spiritual health.” Even though they were often tough on me, the pastors took me past the politics into soul-searching and the power of God’s love. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

I also came to understand that when I was exhausted, angry, or feeling isolated and alone, I was more vulnerable to making selfish and self-destructive personal mistakes about which I would later be ashamed. The current controversy was the latest casualty of my lifelong effort to lead parallel lives, to wall off my anger and grief and get on with my outer life, which I loved and lived well. During the government shutdowns I was engaged in two titanic struggles: a public one with Congress over the future of our country, and a private one to hold the old demons at bay. I had won the public fight and lost the private one. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

Some of this included uncovering and opening up about abuse he suffered as a child, and the impact that had on his adult life.

“Yes, he has weaknesses. Yes, he needs to be more responsible, more disciplined, but it is remarkable given his background that he turned out to be the kind of person he is, capable of such leadership …” I tell Hillary I read in his mother’s autobiography, in which she wrote about the atmosphere of alcohol, violence, and chaos that forced her son to be the man of the house while he was still a child. Hillary leans over and says softly, “That’s only the half of it. He was so young, barely four, when he was scarred by abuse that he can’t even take it out and look at it.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

[Note: Some of the language in the Talk Magazine article on the topic of childhood abuse were walked back/softened afterwards, but I believe they are true. Topic for a different post.]

Now, I want to continue to answer the unasked question that I think is incredibly important - why did she bother at all? Why did she fight for him? Why even instigate the counseling in the first place, if Lewinsky was just part of the cycle? In order for any of this to be effective, and for the cycle to end, there had to be a drive and a willingness.

(1) They had a lot of shit to fight for (and against), and they were willing to work through whatever issues they uncovered to stay together and make sure that could continue to do so. Bill needed to address his own infidelity and weaknesses, but the “bigger picture” for both of them never went away. And that seems to have so much to do with why they (she, in particular) kept on fighting to make it work - she believed in what they were fighting for, and she believed him to be good and worthy. His infidelity did not overshadow that for her.

Bill and I had agreed to participate in regular marital counseling to determine whether or not we were going to salvage our marriage. On one level, I was emotionally shell-shocked and trying to deal with the raw wound I had suffered. On another level, I believed Bill was a good person and a great President. I viewed the independent counsel’s assault on the Presidency as an ever escalating political war, and I was on Bill’s side. (Hillary Clinton, Living History)

“Now she was arguing the other side, explaining to Democrats in Congress with legalistic dispassion why her husband’s actions, while deplorable, were not impeachable. ‘She was very effective and certainly won him the support of the Democratic caucus,’ says Congresswoman Nita Lowey. (Talk Magazine 1999)

She turns to me now with startling intensity. “I don’t believe in denying things. I believe in working through it. Is he ashamed? Yes. Is he sorry? Yes. But does this negate everything he has done as a husband, a father, a president? … And what is so amazing is that Bill has not been defeated by this. There has been enormous pain, enormous anger, but I have been with him half my life and he is a very, very good man. We just have a deep connection that transcends whatever happens.(Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

(2) They have an absolute, deep, endless, abiding love.

And, well, the most important part of all, right?

And, most important, Hillary stood with me and loved me through it all. From the time we first met, I had loved her laugh. In the midst of all the absurdity, we were laughing again, brought back together by our weekly counseling and our shared determination to fight off the right-wing coup. I almost wound up being grateful to my tormentors: they were probably the only people who could have made me look good to Hillary again. I even got off the couch. (Bill Clinton, My Life)

“You know people have a lot of daily problems in relationships. Everybody has some dysfunction in their families. They have to deal with it. You don’t just walk away if you love someone - you help the person.” (Hillary Clinton, Talk Magazine 1999)

And, my favorite excerpt of all, from that 1999 Talk Magazine article.

Does she believe, I wonder, that you don’t leave someone you love under any circumstances? “You have to know the real quality of the person,” she says thoughtfully. “You have to be alert to it, vigilant in helping. I thought this was resolved 10 years ago. I thought he had conquered it, but he didn’t go deep enough or work hard enough.”

“What’s the part of the Bible that deals with this?” she had asked at one point.

“Corinthians?” I suggested.

“Love endures all things? No, I love that, but I was thinking of when Peter betrayed Jesus three times and Jesus knew it, but loved him anyway. Life is not a linear progression. It has many paths and challenges. And we need to help one another.”

“And it is love, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” she said. “We have love.”

The Day Adrien Became a Stuttering Mess

When Adrien learns that Marinette is Ladybug but doesn’t have the chance to tell her who he is, he finds himself nervous and blushing around her at school the next day.

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“Milady, you forgot your-”

Cat Noir froze as a pink flash filled the alley, and before he had the sense to look away, Cat Noir was staring in shock at Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The hair ribbon he’d attempted to return to his partner fluttered to the ground as his jaw dropped.


She flinched, “Um, I guess there’s no point in pretending I’m not Ladybug now, is there?”

He took a moment to just breathe. In and out, he reminded himself silently. This was fine. This wasn’t a big deal. This didn’t have to be a big deal. “You’re Ladybug.”

She nodded hesitantly, fiddling with the strap of her purse as her kwami settled on her shoulder.

He exhaled slowly, “Wow…” Somehow, everything he couldn’t fit into words, all the shock, the wonder, the confusion, the absolute elation of finally knowing, all condensed into that one small syllable.

She relaxed when their eyes met. She must have seen the way he was smiling at her, maybe even recognized the blush staining his cheeks, because she smiled, too, and he could almost swear his heart forgot how to function when he saw that.

Ladybug. She’s Ladybug, he thought to himself, all nerves and insecurity in the face of his friend, his partner, and his crush all wrapped up in one beautiful person.

He took a deep breath, “Milady. I’m A-”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips, “Wait, Cat… We can at least keep your identity secret, right? You shouldn’t tell me.”

He paused as she lowered her hand, and he swallowed an instinctive protest, “But… That’s not fair to you.”

She chuckled, “I think I’ll survive.”

He frowned, “Marinette…”

But, she was already leaving, “Sorry, I have to get home for dinner. We… we’ll talk about this later, Cat.” She smiled and waved as she ran past him, half of her hair loose and the other half still tied into a ponytail. “Night!”

“N-night,” he murmured softly, managing a wave as she rushed by. His transformation vanished the second she rounded the corner, and he sank back against the wall, “Plagg…”

Plagg snickered, “What? I thought you wanted to find out who Ladybug was.”

“Not like this,” Adrien whined, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“Not enough candlelight, Romeo?” Plagg teased, hovering at eye level.

“We were supposed to find out together.” Adrien murmured, “And…and it’s Marinette!” he groaned in frustration, “How am I supposed to talk to her tomorrow?”

“Same as always.” Plagg answered with a shrug, “Now, where’s my Camembert?”

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There’s one big difference between the poor and the rich,” Kite says, taking a drag from his cigarette. We are in a pub, at lunch-time. John Kite is always, unless stated otherwise, smoking a fag, in a pub, at lunch-time.
“The rich aren’t evil, as so many of my brothers would tell you. I’ve known rich people – I have played on their yachts – and they are not unkind, or malign, and they do not hate the poor, as many would tell you. And they are not stupid - or at least, not any more than the poor are. Much as I find amusing the idea of a ruling class of honking toffs, unable to put their socks on without Nanny helping them, it is not true. They build banks, and broker deals, and formulate policy, all with perfect competency.
No – the big difference between the rich and the poor is that the rich are blithe. They believe nothing can every really be so bad. They are born with the lovely, velvety coating of blitheness – like lanugo, on a baby – and it is never rubbed off by a bill that can’t be paid; a child that can’t be educated; a home that must be left for a hostel, when the rent becomes too much.
Their lives are the same for generations. There is no social upheaval that will really affect them. If you’re comfortably middle-class, what’s the worst a government policy could do? Ever? Tax you at 90% and leave your bins, unemptied, on the pavement. But you and everyone you know will continue to drink wine – but maybe cheaper – go on holiday – but somewhere nearer – and pay off your mortgage – although maybe later.
Consider, now, then, the poor. What’s the worst a government policy can do to them? It can cancel their operation, with no recourse to private care. It can run down their school – with no escape route to a prep. It can have you out of your house and in a B&B by the end of the year. When the middle classes get passionate about politics, they’re arguing about their treats - their tax-breaks and their investments. When the poor get passionate about politics, they’re fighting for their lives.
Politics will always mean more to the poor. Always. That’s why we strike and march, and despair when our young say they won’t vote. That’s why the poor are seen as more vital, and animalistic. No classical music for us – no walking around National Trust properties, or buying reclaimed flooring. We don’t have nostalgia. We don’t do yesterday. We can’t bare it. We don’t want to be reminded of our past, because it was awful: dying in mines, and slums, without literacy, or the vote. Without dignity. It was all so desperate, then. That’s why the present and the future is for the poor - that’s the place in time for us: surviving now, hoping for better, later. We live now - for our instant, hot, fast treats, to pep us up: sugar, a cigarette, a new fast song on the radio.
You must never, never forget, when you talk to someone poor, that it takes ten times the effort to get anywhere from a bad post-code. It’s a miracle when someone from a bad post-code gets anywhere, son. A miracle they do anything at all.
—  A rant about the divide between the rich and the poor from “How To Build a Girl” by Caitlin Moran

hello, so i just hit another k which is absolutely insane!! To show you guys how thankful I am I thought I would make a follow forever. It’s also very fitting for the start of s4 and you should def follow all of these blogs underneath to experience season 4 as best as you can (:

firstly some individual thank yous and appreciations:

@evakviigmoon delia, you were the first one to make an effort and actually talk to me and help me with my many many problems. You were always there when I needed to talk to someone! 3 Months later and we are still talking to each other, I am incredibly grateful for you!! 

@cuddlyevak dora, if it weren’t for the evenbechnet I don’t think we would have ever started to talk to each other! I can still remember how we started to talk about fan videos at 3am in the morning when we were almost the only ones in the chat! Without you I wouldn’t have survived this hiatus. We talk to each other every day and keep each other updated. I am forever grateful for you!

@evenbechnet you guys are the best ever! I know we don’t talk as much as we used to and maybe we lost some people along the way but I am so so glad that I am a part of this network. Every single one of you is incredibly talented, kind and worthy of everything. Thank you Faiza and Daf for creating this network!!!

@littlespooneven & @skamz both of you are incredibly kind and considerate. I remember both of you sending me a little drabble of isak and even when i felt down and it honestly made my whole day. 

@tarjeisandvik we only just started to talk to each other, but you are honestly so funny and I enjoy talking to you a lot! You make incredible gifs (THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL OKAY!!!) and you make me think about stuff I didn’t thought about before!

@dpms​ person (i know who you are but we are gonna keep it to ourselves) I am honestly so damn thankful for you! You are incredible, you really sent me everyday another movie suggestion like I am in absolute awe (i already told my best friend about you and she loves you) and you are also very fun to talk to! 

There are a lot more people I talk to and appreciate but it would have gotten way too long!! Just know if i EVER talked to you (even if it was just something small like hi how are you or we interacted via tags or anything like that) I appreciate you so so so much!! 

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@adamparishe ✴ @alterloves ✴ @evvak ✴ @evavildes ✴ @evenbec@evenvalterson ✴   @fairieswithoutwings @henrkholm@imansmeskinis@isakiyakis@isakandeven@isakyaki ✴ @isakcutie  ✴ @issyisak ✴ @isaksredscarf  ✴ @josteninski @julieandem ✴ @kardamomme @kardemomme-kisses ✴ @kosegruppaa ✴ @koninginnen ✴ @minuttet@nalle@queensanna@romialmi@ravenclawisak@softestisak ✴ @softnorwegians@skamly@skamforfaen@stardefiant@sanathequeen@sanaandthesun@sanaknows  ✴ @skamisako@skam-addiction @tarjeiandhenrik @tiptopevak@tarjeitrash@ttarjei@toneelspeler@tocapturethisvoice@valttersen@v-ltersen@valtersns @westiris 

If you can’t find yourself on there I am really sorry, but if I follow you then i already love you a lot!!! I just really wanted to tag the people I am obsessed with!! 
Here is also my Blogroll to see the rest of the lovely people I follow.

Med students, missing in action

The team’s been without med students lately. 
Sometimes we have too many.
It’s hard to get in and out of the patient rooms. 

Now we have too few (as in 0).

No one on the rounds, no pre-rounding ones.
No one pestering us for jobs or sucking up.

Or asking me to tell them ‘everything’ about this one particular patient that’s lived on the ward for like a month, while I have 5 referrals, a cannula and 10 different imaging and blood requests to do before noon. When they can read the file themselves.

No one slowing me down.
it’s 10x faster for me to do my own jobs, than say to teach them how to do them and then supervise. (obviously excepting the experienced final years, quite capable of helping me do jobs and make my life easier - like you have no idea how much we appreciate it. of course everyone has to start somewhere).

No eager, bushy tailed clinical years, telling me they’re interested in all the medical fields. Just all of medicine.

Then suddenly. It’s really freaking weird when they’re not around at all.
Something is missing.

On my bad days, I really miss having them around.
Not on extremely busy days mind you, but the emotionally draining ones.
A patient’s really sick, they’re depressed, their family’s torn apart, I need to sit and talk about the hard, heavy things with them like how they want to die - do they want CPR or to be left a lone etc. etc.

There’s something to be said about their awe, their wonder and excitement.
That eagerness to learn and do things. Like hope in this world. This job drains and jades you so quickly once you become a resident. The junior doctor that lives on the ward. Can’t go away to class or tutorial for a coupla hours.

It’s also a massive sense of moral support in some ways.
When I debrief with them on some experience like breaking bad news, to see how they are. It’s helpful for me to. To be able to pause and reflect.

When I was a student, I felt useless. Like I was in the way.
Like I had nothing to offer.

Then I remember over hearing in the elevator, when the clinicians in there had seen my ‘student tag”, they sort of looked at each other. One asked the other, “when are we getting a student? They’re fun.” I remember wondering if they were nuts, they were actually genuine about it. That memory stuck with me. Because it was puzzling to me back then. 

I kinda understand it now.
There’s a lot of variability in this line of work in terms of who you end up working with. Lot of different personalities. So, it’s miraculous almost, the moments when things line up. The teams that want to teach students and the students who are wanting to learn, somehow align. It doesn’t actually happen all the time.

There’s a good a deal of variation in teachers and instructors, which students painfully come up against. Because their whole existence in the ward is centred around on teaching/learning (they don’t carry the responsibilities, scut work of junior doctors let’s say, where the centre of focus becomes the patients). And no doctor is ever formally taught how to teach, so you can imagine what that’s like. I see and hear about it all the time. students talking about the good and the bad. And the just plain awful. I used to feel that pain as a student. I remember that feeling so well.

As a resident, it’s this weird perspective.
Being a student was so recent for me, I know how they feel.
Except that now I’m also kinda left sometimes with a range of students. Roles have flipped. If I found it hard to find good teachers as a student sometimes, I’m realizing now it’s not always easy to find good students too.

I’m not saying ones who are knowledgeable, rather the ones who genuinely want to learn.

Not gunners wanting to prove their egos. Or show up the other students and residents. 
(to note, I’m still terrified of gunners as a resident, I feel a bit violated..every time I interact with one. still scarred from needing to flee and hide from a couple in med school) 

Not the ones that show up to do the bare minimum, or never really show up at all. they exist too, far more often than you would think, in spite of the fact that medicine is challenging to get into and the pre-clinical years are hard to survive. We used to talk about that. Why work so hard, to throw it all away later? Unless of course, they’d given up..

We do notice students of all kinds. 

One resident (back when I was a student on their team) told me, all the doctors on the team notice the students. They know when you show up (generally), they know when you leave. They notice when you’re able to help out and behaviours in general. It’s whether they care. Some do, some don’t. or whether they care to show that they notice. 

Love of my life, actually.

I was just scrolling down my dashboard as usual when I came upon this post by @adoringjensen. The moment I saw it, I couldn’t help remembering season 7 and all the pain Dean went through. That’s probably why I decided to write this post about Dean’s mental state in season 7.

Dean is allergic to feelings. He always tries to hide what he feels and what makes him vulnerable. In season 7, since Cas turned into Godstiel, Dean wasn’t OK. He felt helpless. The only thing he could do was to work on baby, fix the car… that’s what he could do. He said that in 7x01. A huge part of the episode showed us Dean working on the car while listening to reports of what Cas was doing as god. Dean was so hurt. In fact, there was a moment when he told Sam:

“Cas is never coming back. He’s lied to us, he used us, he cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We have spent enough on him.”

That was the episode where Dean started drinking. I laugh every time I remember that some people have said Dean’s drinking was caused by Bobby’s death. There’s nothing worse than someone who doesn’t want to see what’s right in front of them.

In 7x01, Bobby was still very much alive. There were two things that made Dean start drinking: Sam’s hallucinations and Cas’ betrayal.  Dean’s drinking might have just gotten worse after Bobby’s death, but it all started in 7x01. We saw it when Sam found Dean drinking and told him:

“You want some coffee with that?”

What was Dean’s answer? “It’s 6:00 p.m. somewhere.”

It was probably early in the morning and Dean was already drinking. That wasn’t Dean’s typical behavior because if it had been, Sam wouldn’t have noticed the difference and said something about it. In fact, Sam knew that Cas’ betrayal had affected Dean more than anything. That’s why when Dean asked him why he lied about the hallucinations, Sam said:

“You got a lot of pretty severe crap swinging your way lately, and – and I thought –what? I thought why burst the one good bubble you had left?”

What was the severe crap swinging Dean’s way lately? The only thing that had happened was related to Cas. We know that Cas was godstiel not for just a couple of days. Dean fixed the Impala and I don’t think he would have managed to do it in one or two days. Sam had seen Dean working on the car for days. Sam knew his brother so well that he understood his mood was affected by the “severe crap” happening to him. That’s why he didn’t want to tell him about the hallucinations to avoid making things even worse.

Poor Dean was hitting rock bottom. He even told Sam:

“You know how I’m gonna deal? I’m gonna stuff my piehole, I’m gonna drink, and I’m gonna watch some Asian cartoon porn and act like the world’s about to explode because it is.”

It was Sam the one who reached to Cas. Dean had already lost hope; he thought Cas was gone. However, when Cas showed up and asked for help, when he was trying to make amends and show regret, when he almost died, Dean still worried about him. Dean still called his name and thought that “maybe angels don’t need to breathe.”

When Cas woke up and told Dean he would find some way to redeem himself, Dean didn’t tell him that wasn’t possible. He just said, “All right, well, one thing at a time. Come on. Let’s get you out of here. Come on.” Despite the hurt and the pain, Dean was willing to give Cas another chance.

When the Leviathans took control over Cas, it kills me to remember that Cas had told Dean and Bobby to run. Dean asked Bobby to run and get Sam, but he didn’t try to leave. He wanted to stay and see if he could help Cas, though it was too late at that point.

Don’t even get me started on 7x02. That episode was almost the death of me. The moment Dean saw Cas get into that river, the moment he took Cas’ trench coat out of the river and said “So he’s gone” and then folded the coat and decided to keep it. He decided to keep something that belonged to someone who had lied to him and hurt his brother. WHY?

Bobby knew Dean was not OK. That’s why he was trying to get Dean to talk about how he felt, but Dean kept saying he was fine. Bobby didn’t buy that crap, though. Notice what was number 1 in Bobby’s list of what he thought was troubling Dean:

“Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you’re fine.”

Time passed by and Dean was still very much affected by what happened to Cas. If you remember episode 7x05, Dean was having nightmares. But what was the first thing he saw? Cas going into that river!! He also dreamt about Sam’s hallucinations and killing Sam’s monster-friend Amy (which was simply Dean’s subconscious saying that he couldn’t trust anything that wasn’t human… though it’s interesting that he didn’t try to kill Cas in 7x17 when he returned despite Cas having killed so many people; in fact, he even defended Cas when he felt regret for the death toll he had caused in heaven and on earth).

Dean was not OK during the whole season, but he didn’t want to talk about it because that’s what he always does. Denial. But now that I finally get to talk about episode 7x09, it’s remarkable that Dean finally said what was bothering him because he was drugged. He admitted that what had been making him feel terrible was what happened with/to Cas. He didn’t mention Sam’s hallucinations, and Bobby was still alive. But Dean said:

“I’m fine! I – I actually feel great. The best I’ve felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don’t even care anymore. And you know what’s even better? I don’t care that I don’t care. I just want my damn slammer back.”

Poor Dean. Both Sam and Bobby knew that Dean wasn’t OK. That’s why they even discussed it before Bobby’s death.

Sam: So, you think he’s okay? 

Bobby: Yeah, he’s all right. 

Sam: Good. So you don’t worry about him?

Bobby: What do you mean? Before the Turducken?

Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I kind of mean more like, uh… more like ever since my head broke… and we lost Cas. I mean, you ever feel like he’s – he’s going through the same motions but he’s not the same Dean, you know?

So Dean himself told us that he wasn’t OK because of Cas. But why was that? We got the answer thanks to Ben Edlund’s amazing subtext in 7x15.

Jeffrey was a Dean parallel and his connection with his demon was a parallel to Dean’s connection with Cas. So what do you think it meant when Jeffrey said this?  

“I just started to drink and drift, and I got lost. Had some kind of mental break.”

First we thought he was talking about surviving being possessed, but it wasn’t like that because later Jeffrey explained:

“Did you ever think that maybe I loved being possessed? Did you? I loved the connection, the power. And I loved him. Love of my life, actually. I was nothing before he found me – a shadow too scared to do what I was brought here to do. Too timid to live up to my true potential. […] He’s the one who saved me. And you sent him to Hell.”

Jeffrey even tried to explain Dean further:

“I watched you torture an innocent man to get out a demon. Pretty charged situation… revealing. You guys talked about a lot, showed a lot of character. God… you were so desperate to fix the world back then. It kills you… that people keep getting hurt… and you just can’t stop it. Or I should say… it’s killed you, shouldn’t I? […] Hey. I was there. I was depressed, Dean, because he was gone. I was a wreck, an emotional shell, a drunk. I was suicidal. […] I realized I was nothing without my demon. Then I decided I have to get him back.”

Please, for god’s sake tell me how is it even possible for someone not to see the parallels? What did Dean decide in 7x17 (two episodes later) when Cas came back? He decided that he had to get his angel back, so he gave him back his trench coat –the one that Dean had kept, no matter how many times they had to change cars that year. Why didn’t he just leave the trench coat in the Impala? Nope, Dean was carrying Cas’ trench coat everywhere because Cas was gone and Dean was depressed; he was a wreck, an emotional shell, a drunk.

As Dean himself said in 7x17 when talking to Emmanuel about Cas:

“Honestly, I-I-I don’t know if he is dead. I just know that this… whole thing couldn’t be messier. You know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. You know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but… I always could. What Cas did… I just can’t – I don’t know why.”

Dean is a very complex character. He was suffering because he had lost the love of his life, but until that point, he hadn’t understood it yet. That’s why my headcanon is that he finally began to understand it when he was in Purgatory, when he decided that leaving Purgatory without Cas wasn’t worth the pain, when he made it his mission to get his angel back, just as Jeffrey did with his demon.

So… yeah. Sorry for all this rumbling. I just get very emotional every time I think about season 7 and Dean’s love for Cas.

starscrumbling  asked:

i had this chloenette idea where chloe and mari are partnered for this art project and chloe is all ready to be Fighting™ but mari decides she just wants to get this over with and along the way chloe looks over at her and idk mari is doing something cute like sticking her tongue out and chloe is like "....oh" and starts blushing like mad and mari is just like "???" and awkwardness ensues

……… *frantically grabs her keyboard*

Words: 1809

Chloe heard her name and Marinette’s name called out by their teacher, and she wanted to freaking die. 

After the first couple of projects where work wasn’t handed in, two separate projects were handed in out of spite, and presentations just dissolved into heated arguments and angrily waving laser pointers, it became an unspoken rule amongst their teachers that Chloe and Marinette could not be partnered together for projects. Seriously. It was for the safety and sanity of the whole class. For the greater good. For peace and prosperity. 

Clearly their art teacher didn’t give a single crap about that. 

Marinette just let out a flat, stern, “No.”

“Ditto,” Chloe snarled. “Keep her five hundred and ten feet away from me or I swear to god I’m going to have an aneurism.” 

Their art teacher sounded much to patient with them, and Chloe found the whole thing suspicious. “Darlings, it’s actually wonderful that you two don’t see eye to eye. The whole point of the project is to display two different interpretations of the same scene. Disagreements are encouraged!”

“I don’t think you understand,” Marinette explained. “You put us at the same table, and I will not be held responsible for any damages when I kill her.”

“Oh bite me, Dupain-Cheng! I’m wearing heels today. Don’t make me dropkick you.”

Marinette snorted. “Sure you’re not going to break a nail putting in some actual physical effort?”

Chloe smirked cruelly. “Oh, I’ll be breaking something alright….”

“Girls!” their teacher interrupted. “Enough of this nonsense, you’re young ladies! Group assignments are final. But since you two seem so privy towards enacting bodily harm, you’ll be sitting at my desk at the front of the room so I can keep an eye on you. One argument, and I’ll mark you both down 3 points. Is that understood?”

Chloe felt her eye twitch. She’d already been getting notes home from her teachers about issues regarding homework assignments that looked to similar to others in her class and group projects where she admittedly contributed a minimal amount of effort. She really couldn’t afford to be knocked down points because Marinette decided to be a literal nightmare. She didn’t think her father would be too pleased to see her come home with another note to sign and another pile of extra homework. 

Crap. She was going to have to be civil. Gross. 

Their teacher clapped her hands impatiently. “Move along now, ladies. Grab your sketchbooks and come sit up here. Time is precious!”

Chloe made a show of grabbing her art supplies, huffing as loudly as she could, and stomping over to their teacher’s desk. Marinette slumped down in the seat right next to Chloe, both of them keeping their gazes straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge each other. They had a full view of the entire class that was already hurriedly getting to work on their own projects, meanwhile Chloe was quickly trying to calculate how she was going to survive this period without wanting to bang her head against the chalkboard. 

Marinette broke first. “We get this over with as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Well, duh. No need to sit here with you any longer than necessary.”

“God, would you stop for two seconds? Look, we don’t necessarily have to talk to each other to do this. We have the prompt, and we can just sketch our interpretations on our own. We’ll…..just pretend we talked together about it afterwards and bullshit the reports later. Sound like a plan?”

“A plan where I don’t have to interact with you? It’s like freakin’ heaven on Earth. I wonder where the choir of angels is.”

Marinette let out a withering sigh as Chloe smirked and turned to her sketchpad. “Let’s just….work. And not speak to each other. Can we do that?”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Chloe answered. “You make it sound as if I’m dreading the very thought.”

Admittedly, it wasn’t as horrible as Chloe was anticipating it would be. Once the two of them buckled down to do their own work, it was very easy to pretend that Marinette didn’t exist. Plus there was nothing more encouraging than having their teacher stare them down critically from across the room to make sure they didn’t attack each other in the middle of the class period. Chloe supposed that the impending threat of a failing grade was also a pretty good motivator as well. However, Chloe wasn’t much of an artist and personally didn’t see the point of the art classes they took anyway. It only took her about 15 minutes to grow completely bored before she dropped her pencil and peeked over at Marinette’s work. 

It was so annoying that Marinette was such a good artist. One, because Chloe hated admitting that Marinette was better than her at anything, and two because there was no way for Chloe to spontaneously become a better artist to spite Marinette back. Chloe wasn’t a bad artist per se, but staring in between their two sketchbooks was downright infuriating and Chloe was so tempted to make a biting comment just to piss Marinette off. She remembered to reign herself in and instead pulled out her cellphone to take a break for a couple of minutes before trying to draw again. 

Chloe had refreshed her Facebook news feed three times when she suddenly heard humming coming from her right. She rolled her eyes and was about to tell Marinette to shut the ever loving hell up – Facebook required concentration for God’s sake – but she turned to Marinette and felt her jaw go slack. 


She must’ve really not been paying attention because she didn’t even notice when Marinette pulled out her pigtails and threw her hair up into a bun. The baby hairs at the back of her neck were hanging loose, and there was one strand of hair tickling the side of her cheek. Chloe didn’t think she’d ever seen Marinette in a bun before. It was….odd, but in a way that didn’t fill Chloe with annoyance. If anything, she had to grudgingly admit that she looked….nice with her hair up. Softer somehow. 

The sleeves to her button down were rolled up to her elbows, probably because the charcoal sticks she was using were getting all over her fingers and forearms. There was just a small smudge of black on the bridge of Marinette’s nose – like she’d rubbed her face and didn’t realize she’d accidentally dirtied it – and damn it all, it was cute. Chloe glared at the thought. Well that was ridiculous. Since when was Marinette cute? That was such a wrong word to use for her. Marinette was infuriating, unsupportable, and most certainly not aesthetically pleasing, adorable messy buns and charcoal smudges aside. 

It was then that Chloe recognized the song that Marinette was humming along to – some new, catchy hit that had been repeating on the radio all week. Marinette was bobbing her head and swaying her body along to the beat while she worked, as if having a song and a rhythm in her head helped her work. She started smiling when she got to the chorus, and just as she started brushing her middle finger across her project to smudge her lines, her tongue came poking out of the corner of her mouth as she began concentrating even harder. 

Chloe blinked. Shit. Okay. Fine. That was really precious. Super adorable. She didn’t think people actually did that, yet here was Marinette doing that and looking downright charming while she did it. The whole image was just so completely non threatening, and it didn’t make Chloe want to hate her. It made Chloe want to tuck her loose hairs into her bun, rub the smudge off her nose, and watch her while she worked. Marinette was so often fighting with her, it wasn’t often that Chloe got to observe her sit so still and act so absorbed in her work. It was surprising, was all. So surprising that Chloe just kept staring at every little detail just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. After all, she didn’t really want to work on her project. And she had nothing else better to do…

“Um….can I help you?”

Chloe blinked, shook her head, and was suddenly meeting eyes with a very perplexed looking Marinette. She’d stopped sketching and was regarding Chloe cautiously. Chloe realized that she was still facing Marinette. Crap. Had she spaced out? Had she caught her staring? Dammit. 

“N-Nothing,” Chloe scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t need anything from you, Marinette.”

Marinette raised a brow. “You were staring…”

“Was not!”

“Yes,” Marinette replied patiently. “Yes you were, you were totally spaced out and staring right at me. What is it?”

Marinette didn’t sound angry or annoyed. She just sounded confused, which meant that Chloe hadn’t done something irritating like she normally did. She’d done something weird and that was enough to have Marinette looking at her like she’d suddenly started handing out presents and compliments to her entire class. God, what the hell was she thinking? How had she not noticed where her gaze was falling? How on Earth was she supposed to explain her way out of this one?

“Don’t flatter yourself darling,” Chloe tried to recover. “This project is abysmally boring, and I was trying to drown out everything around me. Like I would waste my time staring at someone like you.”

It seemed to have worked because Marinette responded by rolling her eyes and turning back to her project. “Whatever you say, Chloe….”

Chloe breathed out a quiet sigh of relief and decided now was as good a time as any to go back to her own drawing. The fewer chances she gave herself to stare at Marinette, the better. 

Not that it mattered anyway, because Marinette was still humming next to her. Which made Chloe think of her cute head bobbing. Which made her think of her lovely hairstyle. Which made her think how nice Marinette looked in button downs. Which made her think how darling it was that Marinette pouted her lips while she sketched. Which made her think how in the hell she hadn’t noticed that Marinette was freakin’ beautiful this entire time?!

Chloe paused. 

Okay. Okay, yeah, so she definitely just thought that. Shit. 



Chloe Bourgeois!” her teacher hollered from the other end of the room. “Mind your language please!”

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip and covered her mouth with her hand. She looked sideways at Marinette who was staring at her oddly again before shaking her head and turning back to her drawing. Chloe pressed her fingertips to her temples and leaned her elbows on the table, staring at the desktop in abject disbelief. 

Yup. There was that aneurism. 

there are a truly shocking amt of fake loves out there + im tired of it.  i mean not that a huge portion of the nu’est fandom hasnt always been multifandom ppl who are super, super fake, but! grow up.  i’m tired! nu’est is talented and mnet is evil editing them and purposefully keeping them in the lower grades.  y’all know that jr should be in a.  y’all know baekho has one of the strongest voices in the industry (honestly so does minhyun, his voice is so beautiful).  y’all know ren is very, very talented.  

but i still see posts abt how nu’est needs to work harder.  as if this is a question abt how hard they work, as if nu’est is not extremely, extremely hard working.  i still see posts abt how nu’est has given up + how disappointed y’all are with them.  disappointed! really?? it’s been 5 years with little financial success and awful, horrific management that didn’t even treat nu’est like human beings and yet you all think they’ve given up.

it’s been 5 years and not a single member has left.  4/5 members are on this hell show debasing themselves, presenting themselves as rookies, and being humiliated by mnet’s editing.  but y’all have the pure nerve to say they’ve given up !!

ren cries and you say that he should have worked harder.  really?? in what other fandom do you ever see this kind of ridiculous blaming?? we all know the show is rigged.  it’s reality tv, not a real survival show.  mnet has already evil edited nu’est, but y’all are still out here turning your noses down at ren! ren is crying and your first priority is to come out here with your uwu text emojis about how he should have worked harder.

what’s next? are y’all gonna talk abt how in your eyes all of nu’est just arent good enough anymore?

Supernatural Group Chat #3

Sugar_Daddy added Y/n and RockGod to a conversation.

Sugar_Daddy: I need help guys

RockGod: With what?

Y/n: Well hello to you, too, sunshine.

Sugar_Daddy: ;)

RockGod: Alright, enough flirting. What did you want?

Sugar_Daddy: Oh yea. Tomorrow’s April Fools Day and the Winchesters could use a little prank from The Tricksters.

Y/n: For the last time, we are not calling ourselves ‘The Tricksters’

Sugar_Daddy: Oh cmonnnnnn

RockGod: I’ll help only if I get to choose the name.

Y/n: Uh oh

Sugar_Daddy: Alright, Dad, let’s hear it

RockGod: Prank Gods

Y/n: Not bad…

Sugar_Daddy: Oo what about Gabriel’s Angels?

Y/n: Wtf no

RockGod: Prank Gods or you don’t get godly help with your prank.

Sugar_Daddy: Fine. I also need an idea on what to do to them.

Y/n: The trickster is lacking prank ideas?

Sugar_Daddy: Yea, yea.

Y/n: Rekt

RockGod: You mortals and your weird language.

Y/n: Well at least I don’t have commitment issues

RockGod: I could smite you right now.

Y/n: Promise?

Sugar_Daddy: Enough! Jeez, and I thought I was the childish one. We still don’t have an idea.

Y/n: Chuck, stop staring at me. I see you across the room.

RockGod: Just deciding on how I want to smite you.

Y/n: Stop using the word ‘smite’. It’s not as cool as you think it is.

RockGod: You’re making this decision so easy.

Sugar_Daddy: Guys cmonnn

Y/n: Fuck. He just disappeared.

RockGod left the conversation.

Y/n: Gabriel, if I survive, we’ll talk about the prank later.

Y/n left the conversation.

Sugar_Daddy: :/

Sugar_Daddy left the conversation.

Thanks to @murdochinthetardis for the character suggestions!

anonymous asked:

Season 3 reunion was like 2 seconds long and in front of Oliver's sister, his ex, and his still-technically-Nanda-Parbat wife and he gave no fucks. Therefore I have no idea what a "reunion" will look like this year but those heart-eyes in the beginning of 5x22 might be it!! It could literally be that short or that quick of a scene. Like, "Thanks for the party, will you go out to dinner with me tomorrow?" and she says she'd like that. Or says "let's kick everyone out and go upstairs." Whichever.

Exactly. I don’t know exactly what it’ll look like either. Will it be in 5x22? Will it be teased out in 5x22 (”Later, you and I are going to talk and hook up!” but then she’s taken?) and then finalize in 5x23? Will it just be a “thank god we survived and we’re together” moment with a kiss in 5x23? NO IDEA. 

But I am 100% certain it’s there. It’s part of the season-long question. “What about you and Felicity?” Dig asked. “I don’t know,” Oliver said. He will know by the end of the season. They already spent one season where the question was answered in the negative (season 4). It won’t happen again. 

I’ve never not believed that, all spoilers aside (though the David Ramsey spoilers are pretty frickin’ compelling!)


Teen Wolf: Alternate Universe

Jackson x Reader

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven

Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten (Smut)  Part Ten (Non Smut)

AN: Jackson’s nickname for the reader is Luna because it translates to moon

It took a month for Jackson to be allowed out into the main program. He’d started the habit of pacing the small hallway until you came back to the apartment from your classes, engulfing you in a hug and nuzzling into you.


You’d grown accustom to Jackson’s constant fretting. He knew where you were at all times, walking you and Mason to class when he didn’t have any and texting you all the way through. He’d even sat in on your class when you mumbled about feeling ill.


The only problem with Jackson’s content presence was his hate for the other wolves. Liam, Mason’s wolf, was slowly becoming friends with Jackson but any other wolf who got to close would be chased off.

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Friendly Neighbor- Part 10

Dean Winchester has been your neighbor for the last few years. He’s obnoxious and full of himself, and the two of you have done nothing but compete since he moved in.

You hate it.

Until his girlfriend Lisa moves in, and the competition stops.

So why do you miss it? And when you notice Lisa moving out, and don’t see Dean for a couple of weeks after that, why are you so concerned?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Summary of Part 10: Reader confronts Dean about texting Lisa.

Word Count: 1730

Warning: angst


The smell of coffee and bacon woke you.

Your mind stretched to focus, reaching for memories that weren’t quite there in your half-asleep state. You squinted your eyes open, sensing there was something off.

The sheets were the wrong color. You opened your eyes fully and sat up, realizing the whole room was wrong. This wasn’t your bed. Or Dean’s.

Then you remembered everything.

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Got It All (Phan)

Summary: During backstage socialisation at Playlist Live, Dan and Phil come to realise what’s missing from their life together. 

Genre: So much fluff i’m not even sorry

Warnings: There’s a little argument somewhere in the middle but it’s nothing major and doesn’t last long

Read on ao3 

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Pizza Delivery

Pairing : CrowleyxReader, DemonDean
Word count : 1,686
Author : Mel.
A/N : More Demon Dean time than Crowley. I love me some demon Dean. basically some set up.

Part 2 of Hell’s Queen

Days were passing. Crowley treated you like a queen, but you were still kept off in a room most of the time. Not the same one you had woken up in though. You were moved to a much nicer room. Beautifully furnished, and plenty of books, and a window, though it wasn’t much of a view. Apparently, he knew you loved to read. Meals were often brought to you, and occasionally you were brought out to sit with him. But you were never allowed out of your room alone.

To be honest, you didn’t mind. You’d often see Dean around somewhere if you left the room, and the way he watched you left you uneasy. It made you glad for the constant guards. Always at least one or two, even just to stand outside your door while you sat in your room.

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