the first time i did something on my own

Hamilton Things

- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])

- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons

- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.

- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.

- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.

- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.

- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.

- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.

- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he is quite literally a generation older, in both his ideals and age.

- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.

- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.

- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.

- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.

- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.

- Not only did Eliza establish the orphanage, she also helped to establish the first school in Washington Heights. Lin could have included the words “in Washington Heights” as a reference to his other musical, but decided against it.

Here’s the full transcript of Mark talking Darkiplier in the livestream

(Time approx. 3 hours, 52 minutes to 4 hours, 4 minutes into the stream. And, yes, this took forever). Thought you’d like this, maybe.

I’ve bolded stuff I find especially interesting.

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Mark: Long ago, a long time ago, I liked to do these scary edits because I just felt like doing scary edits and this is how Darkiplier got born. And then what happened was over time Darkiplier became less and less about the scary figure and more about this romantic figure, and it always rubbed me the wrong way. And I kind of shied away from Darkiplier for a while. And I really really really- if I was going to bring Darkiplier, and when we thought about this, we thought, okay there should be a Darkiplier route. And that was there from the beginning, and so when I wanted to do it I wanted to do it my way, and I wanted to do it right, and I wanted to have this unending level of creepiness. And at the same time, I didn’t want to step on the toes of Antisepticeye because I know there’s a big fan base of that, and I didn’t want to get in the way of that at all and I really don’t care that there’s more than one dark personalities of people. But when I saw the opportunity to have this character here, I spent like 8 hours editing this, like just meticulously every single RBG. This is a layer, we green screened this one, I color corrected it, I separated the RBG layers I added the shakes and glitchiness every frame. I worked on the voice, too. The voice took me the longest to figure out. Like the shakes! And my computer was dying this whole time cause I put my effects on here.

Tyler: The amount of time you had to spend rendering this.

Mark: And so, the audio’s actually three separate layers. It would have been two, but Kathryn helped me out on that one to make it more clear. It’s a normal pitched layer that’s edited, echoed, reverbed, mastered, and convoluted which means it’s just thrown off to the left and right, and then it’s a deep layer of that. But then to make it really come together- it didn’t live without this center channel that wasn’t convoluted but was centered. But getting that voice right was so pinnacle, so paramount to what I wanted to come out of this. And we did like thirty minutes of shooting various versions of me talking to the camera and I wanted to pick the exact dialogue that really kind of gave away my idea of what Dark is in not a terribly obvious way.

Tyler: The other thing, this was supposed to all be one video.

Mark: But YouTube annotations, this new version doesn’t allow you to link the same video multiple times, so these are literally the old videos that I first did when Darkiplier first came about, like, these are the ones, especially this one here, and then this is my cheap knockoff Darkiplier.

Amy: Canon Darkiplier.

Mark: Canon Darkiplier. And I’m going to readily admit something. I joked about Darkiplier because it didn’t seem like something people wanted to take seriously, and I’m okay with that on certain aspects but it had diverged into multiple different facets and multiple different personalities, and everyone had their own version of Darkiplier, and I thought it was hilarious that, “Hey, here’s my version of Darkiplier, and he’s an idiot.” Like, he’s just this weird emo kid. And then I stepped back from that, like, I stepped back. And you can even- in that time, when I was doing those videos, in this era, I was not very happy. I was kind of… I was pessimistic about a lot of things. And I felt like that bled through in a lot of things I did. And that’s why even October of last year I literally made Darkiplier an emo character. And then when we were getting to this, I thought about it like very carefully and I thought back to why I did it originally, and I did it originally because, well, Darkiplier wasn’t even a thing. Darkiplier was not a thing when I was making those videos. I just wanted to make some creepy stuff. And then I thought about that, and I was like if I want to make a statement about who this is, I need to own that and I need to put something out there that is not ambiguous, because I realize that’s where I went wrong. I didn’t have a solid character so obviously, people would come up with their own versions, they would fill in the gaps where they saw fit. So, when I made this I had to embrace it fully and fine-tune it down to exactly where I wanted. When you choose the “fake” choice carrying through to this one, I really wanted that to come through, except at the end to this video, where it gets silly, but that’s because the real me comes in and the real me’s an idiot. And I’ve actually watched this over and over again because I’m listening to the takes I put in here and I’m listening to my inflection and my tone, my demeanor and I’m imagining like how to refine it better next time when I bring him back, like how to do it better.

Tyler: I remember now, I set up the table.

Mark: Yeah, you did. You set up the table we had to change it out for clear glasses because the green screen was reflecting through. But yeah, even this, like the intersplices of anger, and this is me getting real deep in the meta of Darkiplier, like if that’s even a thing that can be- let me just pause it here. I don’t read too much into this but if there’s something that I want to take seriously, I want to actually do right. So, in my mind, Darkiplier is an entirely different person from me. But, much like Warfstache, doesn’t obey the laws of physics. He exists in another world entirely and bleeds through into this one. This is sounding really nerdy of me.

Tyler: I remember the Warfstache talk.

Mark: So Completely unironically, Darkiplier is a completely separate entity from who I am. But, he admires what I’ve accomplished, and he’s very much… people picked up on this, and people thought it was really creepy, because it’s what I wanted. He’s a social manipulator. He is literally, 100% manipulative. He leads you into this false sense of security, and he wants you to trust him because he wants to take advantage of you. That is literally what I wanted for Darkiplier. And how creepy and scary that actually is from the surface. Especially in this first bit, where he says, “If dinner is what you want, then I can provide.” And I wanted this to come across in a seductive way while also masking, like, this burning rage inside that breaks through the suave nature of it. That was my clue to reveal he’s not your friend. He’s not here to help you. He’s here to use you. And that also came across when I was thinking about, like, the effects. Like, his image shatters, he separates because he’s not entirely kept together, you know what I mean? So, I wanted like the drastic impacts of the rage pulling back suddenly to the calm nature and the demeanor and this last one, I was thinking was especially telling. It’s not me trying to break through, it’s his shell cracking.

Kathryn: I love that.

Mark: Yeah? It’s my favorite of all of them.

Kathryn: That’s one’s my favorite. I have legitimately just gone and watched that bit.

Mark: Yeah?

Kathryn: It’s really good.

Mark: Oh, thank you.

Kathryn: I really like that.

Mark: Yeah. And number 1 the visuals work hard on this one, but nailing the audio- that high-pitched ringing that a lot of people were like wow that really hurts my ears, that was by design. That was supposed to hurt because listening to him- a lot if inspiration for him comes from G-man from Half-life 2 and 1, like this weird interdimensional person that seems human but is obviously not and doesn’t obey the laws of physics, and is just like this shell of a person that’s in a suit. Not a suit, literally a human suit, and is trying to figure out how to puppet it right that you believe him, but he’s really good at it. And that’s where the scariness of Darkiplier, I think, really comes from, is because he seems like someone you can trust, and he will manipulate you, and take advantage of you, and literally use you, and to me that’s terrifying. Like that’s the antithesis of what I want to be and so if I’m going to make an opposite version of me, he’s gonna be the fucking worst. Like worse than any romantic story can ever bring about. He’s fucking awful.

Amy: It was convenient, though, I like the way it goes from Relax to this, like the video “Relax,” because then people were not expecting this. But it’s so nice to have it on Valentine’s Day. It works so well.

Mark: And then came the bullshit transition that we had to do. So, this is comical in a way.

Amy: It doesn’t drag it though.

Mark: Yeah it doesn’t drag. You get the scary. Tyler’s here-

Tyler: In Mark’s suit, which I have fit in, but not the pants.

Mark: He didn’t fit, we forgot to get a tie, like, we printed out a mask, and I looked at this and was like I could try to make this creepy, and then I went, I objectively can’t. Let me throw in some punch sound effects.

Tyler: I have to make sure, cause-

Mark: He couldn’t see shoot.

Tyler: No, I couldn’t, and I had to keep moving the mask cause there was one time we did this that the mask ended up completely on the side of my head and I was just like, hey Mark, you can’t touch my face.

Amy: The convenient thing about this, though, with all the glitches is that you can hide stuff with it.

Tyler: Yeah, and there’s a reason I never let go of Mark I have no clue where anything is.

Mark: Yeah, oh man. Oh, this, oh my god. Oh, and secret Easter egg- you know who Dark is because he doesn’t have a shadow. Totally intentional and by design.

Amy: His toes are missing too, but.

Mark: Shh he doesn’t have toes he’s so scary.

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OK Piper McLean fans, listen up

I’m Cherokee. I’m a Cherokee girl. I’m a major Piper fan because she’s a Cherokee woman like myself. There’s been some Discourse© about her hair. Sit down, buckle up, because you guys are about to some knowledge dropped on you. 

So the issue is about her hair; people keep drawing my girl with undercuts. I don’t think she would have one, and if she did there’s only one good reason. 

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"From This Pain, I Will Rise" Curse Jar

A Curse Jar To Help to Return The Pain Felt By The Victim to Their Abuser

Ingredients:

  • A Glass Jar (Must have a lid or stopper)
  • A Taglock (an item that belonged to them, a picture of them, a lock of hair, etc)
  • Black Salt (banishing, protection from further attacks by the abuser)
  • Lavender (depression, lack of sleep, restlessness)
  • Cinnamon (protection, binding, chaos)
  • Onion (causes strife)
  • Lemon (sourness, bitterness)
  • Hot Paprika (chaos, pain)
  • Cayenne Pepper (chaos, pain)
  • Ginger (bitterness)
  • Rosemary (taint their dreams, nightmares, cloud their vision)
  • Spit (disrespect, mainly for DNA connection) 
  • Black string (death, loss, mourning, depression, obscure their vision, bring out the worst, drama)
  • White candle (protection for caster/victim also can cause the abuser to have lack of ambition, blank their mind, disappear, make them (or yourself to them) invisible, push away their family)

All ingredients can be substituted out as the caster sees fit.

  1. Place their taglock at bottom of the jar before covering it completely with black salt.
  2. Next layer each ingredient on top of the other while focusing on the pain they caused. The order is as follows: first lavender, then cinnamon, onion, lemon, hot paprika, cayenne, ginger, rosemary, and spit if you feel comfortable doing so.
  3. Put the lid on the bottle or cork it before wrapping the black web that represents the poisonous fate that will befall them.
  4. Seal the jar with the white candle wax and wait for it to harden.
  5. Place the jar in the deepest dark corner of your room/closet or the basement before taking a deep breath because you deserve it. It can also be placed in the abuser’s home if it is safe to do so.
  6. Follow up with some self care and/or favorite cleansing method.

My Notes on What I Did:

For my taglock, I used my father’s sheet music copy of Every Breath You Take by The Police since he used it to get laid for the first time. I decided to do so since he’s always cared more about his ladies than his own kid.

I also used my spit because we share some of the same DNA sadly. Hopefully it will add the extra kick to this spell on this Father’s Day Eve. Be careful when spitting into the jar if you’re using spicy ingredients because putting your lips on the rim after pouring it in can cause an uncomfortable burn (I accidentally did this because I’m exhausted from work).


I hope that you found something that you could also use to help you heal from whatever occurred in your life and I wish you all the love and luck in the world. Feel free to adjust/change this to your magickal and personal needs. Do not be afraid to reach out if you feel you are alone or have any questions. ❤️


IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM IS MAGICK OR WITCHCRAFT A REPLACEMENT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT, MEDICATION(S), OR THERAPY. MAKE SURE THAT YOUR SUPPORT SYSTEM OR THERAPIST KNOWS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO THIS IN CASE SOMETHING GOES WRONG.

That’s My Job - Mitch Rapp [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11770 (yeah, you saw right. Eleven thousand, seven hundred & seventy).

Notes: Here is the long awaited Mitch fic, it got super long and I had to reign myself in because otherwise this would be closer to 20k words. Seriously. We have fingering, public sex, object penetration, oral (both receiving), squirting, over-stimulation, spanking, bondage, restriction, dirty-talk, denied orgasm, multiple orgasm, daddy kink, public kink. Proofread by Steffy who’s been giving me all the support during this and she slike my entire reason for not giving up right now, so thank you. @dumbass-stilinski ❤️


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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

how a libra sees the signs

***DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE MY PERSONAL OPINIONS AND YOU DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE WITH THEM***

aries: all aries i have ever met have been very passionate, whether it be about their lovers, their opinions or their hobbies, an aries will fight for what they love until death. aries are entertainers, performers  and storytellers. aries love to be the center of attention, more so than leos in my opinion, and are always the loudest people in the room. aries have really big egos and love to compete, but if you beat an aries they’ll be a sore loser about it. you either love an aries or hate an aries. 

taurus: a taurus is a huge flirt in my opinion, but it is very hard for them to settle down. they love to tease and lead on, and often express little emotion. they can come off as kind of cold or disconnected because they’re so laid-back & low-key, but once you get to know them a taurus is a very loyal companion. they are extremely opinionated and stuck in their ways because of how stubborn ( & bull-like ) they are. every taurus i know loves to smoke weed & sleep. a common misconception about a taurus is that they’re lazy and fat, but every taurus i know is beautiful and active. they are also airheads. 

gemini: i personally don’t think gemini is the worst sign at all. gemini’s are often under appreciated in my opinion. i’ve never had an issue with a gemini although they do tend to have “split personalities”. a gemini is very social and charming, but with that comes their gossipy qualities which many people don’t like, but geminis don’t mean any harm by their gossip they just truly love to talk and talk about literally anything. all geminis that i know are also very smart and hardworking, but know how to have a good time. geminis are a lot of fun to be around. 

cancer: cancer’s are big babies. a cancer is a constant victim and they have a complete “why me” mindset. anything that happens to a cancer is the world out to get them. i think that all cancer’s need a reality check. even though they can be whiny brats, cancers are so nice and genuinely care about everyone which is why they get taken advantage of a lot. cancer’s get attached to people very fast. they fall fast and hard.  a cancer will come off as quiet and charming at first, but they will become annoying eventually. personally, i can only take cancers in small doses.  

leo: even though leo are a lot to handle, i always will have a lot of love for leos. leos are often melodramatic and have a mindset that they “too good”, but once you get over how superficial they can be leos are great. a leo can have fun anywhere and is the life of the party. all leos that i know have great senses of humor and are very trustworthy. leos will act like they care about anything but deep down they’re insecure and try very hard to please everyone. often times, they can because of their charisma and radiating energy, but if they can’t they’re extremely hard on themselves. since i’m a libra, i get along well with leo & appreciate them a lot. 

virgo: i think everyone needs at least one virgo in their life. virgo’s give the best advice & are good listeners which makes them such good friends. when a virgo cares about someone they really care about them and will do anything for them.  virgos are all so emotional and sensitive even though they hate to admit it. virgos are obsessed with perfection and often pretend that everything’s okay even though its not just because they don’t want to come off as weak. they also overthink so much that they make themselves crazy. virgos will bottle their emotions and eventually just explode.  

libra: i love being a libra and i love every libra that’s in my life. you can usually spot a libra out of a crowd because they have the best sense of style and love the expensive pleasures of life. they can come off as airheads, but they are actually very smart they’re just so lazy. a libra will be taken advantage of very easily because they try to see the good in everyone and every situation. it takes a lot to get a libra mad, but when they do get mad there is no going back. libras love to talk and socialize, but they do get in trouble a lot because they love to gossip as well. libras have commitment issues too. 

scoprio: i love scorpios. scorpios live up to their reputation of being sex freaks. every scorpio i’ve ever met are very in tune with their sexual needs and not afraid to express their sexual desires. but, scorpios aren’t as dark and twisted as you think. most of the time they’re just sarcastic assholes on the exterior, but once a scorpio opens up they’re actually sensitive and sweet, but it is hard to meet this side of the scorpio because they’re so guarded. one tip to being around scorpios is to not piss them off because they have a hot temper and often do impulsive things without thinking about repercussions. 

sagittarius: sagittarius love to explore and try new things. the sagittarius is extremely adventurous and independent as well. they are often afraid to ask others for help and try to do everything themselves. sagittarius loves sports and  being active. sagittarius is very intimidated by intimate relationships and will often try to avoid them at all costs. a sagittarius has a very big heart and will go out of their way for anyone not just the people they love. they are very straight-forward and will speak the brutal truth which often gets them in trouble, but they don’t mean it to be malicious they do it because they would rather not lie. 

capricorn: capricorns are complete know-it-alls and tryhards. they have to be the best at everything and will die trying to be the best all the time. capricorns constantly have a stick up their asses about everything and are complete fun-suckers. capricorns are extremely work oriented and live by “all work no play” to its fullest extent. due to this capricorns are extremely smart and successful which is good because it makes up for their lack of a personality. all capricorns are extremely pessimistic and complain about everything making them extremely hard to be around. 

aquarius: anyone who is an aquarius is so artsy. aquarius are really cool, but in a detached and weird way. aquarians are so imaginative and creative which is why all of the aquarius i know are into theater and the arts because they have a knack for it. when you first meet an aquarius they’re usually painfully awkward because they’re really introverted. aquarians are super unreliable and unpredictable which is why you shouldn’t depend on them for something important. they have a hard time opening up to people because of how detached they are which is why it’s hard to have an emotional/romantic relationship with them. 

pisces: by far the worst sign in my opinion. every pisces i know is completely crazy – they are manipulative, compulsive liars, and emotionally unstable. pisces also think that the world is out to get them and they can never own up to things that they did. they will do anything to avoid taking blame in anything actually. pisces take everything too seriously and will cry at the drop of a dime. they cannot take any criticism at all because they think that they are always right and refuse to see things from any other perspective. if something isn’t exactly how a pisces wants it they want nothing to do with it. 

{PART 8} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook takes his time consoling you, offering you the chance to fall down the rabbit hole into his world. Meanwhile, the presence outside your apartment makes itself known; at long last.

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Lucky

Do you hear me? I’m talkin’ to you.

    He’s always alone. Nobody to talk to, have petty arguments with or joke around. This is not by choice, of course, it’s because his usual accomplice was also alone. Keith had taken to spending time alone in his quarters or training on the training deck. It had been this way since Shiro went missing. It was hard on Lance.

    The brunette often times found himself wandering the halls, searching for Keith, trying to prompt him to spend time with the rest of the crew. It always failed. At least, always up until now.

    He found Keith eating in the dining area, alone as usual, eating a bowl of what seemed to be leftovers of a meal that Hunk had made the previous evening. “Hey, buddy,” Lance attempted to initiate a conversation. No response. “Keith, this isn’t cool man.” More lack of response.

Across the water, across the deep blue ocean,

    The unexpected happened. Keith looked up at him with the most solemn eyes, the raven haired man’s eyes watery with salty tears. “I don’t know what to do…” Keith mumbled out a choked sob, eyes connected to Lance’s own blue orbs before looking away, ashamed at his actions.

    Why was Keith confiding in him? When Lance thinks about it, this is probably the first time they’ve been in a room alone together since Shiro disappeared. Did Keith trust Lance with something as sacred as his emotions? And if so, why?

Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m tryin’

   “Keith,” Lance’s tone was soft as he approached his black haired rival, and friend. “Buddy, it’s alright, we’ll find hi-” “But what if we don’t!” Keith snapped in reply. “I’m so sick and tired of everyone telling me it’s going to be okay. Shiro is a brother to me! Don’t you miss your family? Don’t you worry that Zarkon is going to return to Earth to kill them? Because that’s exactly what’s going on right now!” Keith ranted, tears slipping from his eyes, leaving wet trails down his cheeks. Oh, what Lance would give to be able to wipe the tears from Keith’s face.

    “I’m just tired of being strong, ya know?” He said in a calmer tone to Lance. The brunette nodded. “Of course I understand,” he dared to take another step closer to the emotional teenager. “That’s why I, we, are here for you…”

Boy I hear you in my dreams, I feel your whisper across the sea,

    Keith’s mind had drifted back to the first time that Lance had proven himself trustworthy. Their relationship was different now. Shiro had returned to the team and the crew could focus more on their futures. Where they wanted to be and who they wanted to be with. Keith had often found himself waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, he dreamt that Lance’s words were twisted from what he had actually said that day. He dreamt that Lance would give up searching for Shiro, and in turn, Keith followed him.

    He knew this wasn’t the reality of what happened, but the nightmares often returned to Keith. He struggled to hide his panting and sobbing from his room neighbors, which happened to be Lance and Pidge. The latter of the two hadn’t bothered to check on him once, but Keith knew she was a very heavy sleeper. However, it was much different with Lance.

I keep you with me, in my heart

    The brunette male often woke up to muffled sobs in his neighbor’s room, and one night, had the courage to ask if he was alright. That had been the only night that Keith slept soundly.

    Lance continued his nightly visits from then on.

You make it easier when life gets hard.

Hello to my wonderful readers! I hope you enjoyed this short fic based on Jeremy Shada’s song, Lucky, which he sings with Chloe Peterson. If you are unfamiliar with who Jeremy Shada is, he is the voice actor for Lance! If you get a chance, check out the song here, I may make a continuation at some point with the song. Anyways, have a wonderful day, wherever you are!

Break-Up Novella.

PART THREE: JEALOUSY.

PART ONE | PART TWO |

It’s quite a short part… I’m sorry! I just lost all inspiration for this one, I think. Harry’s hit with the vicious green-eyed monster in this part to the Break-Up Novella. But, he deserves to suffer, don’t you think? One step closer to them getting back together though, I can assure you. 

I can’t promise you that part four will be any better but part 5 will be so jam-packed of a whole load of things and emotions.

Thank you SO much for the feedback on the last two parts to this little novella/story. I’m stunned that Part One is getting close to 500 notes That’s insane. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much for that. I really do. I think that is the most amount of notes I’ve ever received on a story; and for it to happen on one that I was a little weary on? It just makes me feel even better about it.

As always, feedback would be incredible! You guys know how much I appreciate that.

Enjoy! xx

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Transparant Crystalline Solid (3)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier.

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.

Originally posted by daniel-wellington


Within minutes the living room is crowded, everyone sitting at their usual spots, which somehow formed in harmony amongst everyone. Tony is in his chair, Pepper on one of the armrests, Steve is in one corner of the couch, Natasha next to him, Wanda next to her, Vision ending the row on the other end of the couch. Clint is perched up on one of the beams hanging from the ceiling -which Tony denies placing there for him especially- Sam sitting with Maria on the ‘love seat’, Bruce alone in a recliner resembling Tony’s. Bucky himself is on the window-seat, staring at the team, a bunch of misfits, really, wondering how it al became so harmonious.

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Goggle (Small!Reader x Hamilsquad)

Words: 2700+

Warnings: Abuse, cursing

Request: Yo how about a fic that’s a reverse of your fic that the reader is from the past and put into the modern world as a smol and meet the modern!hamilsquad??? Idk

A/N: nope, but maybe small drabbles


You looked at the dandelions on your front lawn. They were fully bloomed, their seeds ready to be blown. You crouched down, picking one of them up. The wind picked up immediately, causing the seeds to be blown. Your heart dropped.

Your father would be angry. You quickly threw the stem down on the ground, trying to hide it between the grass. You heard footsteps behind you, and straightened up quickly. Turning around, you came face to face with your brother. He smirked, looking at the dirt on your dress.

“Oh, Pa will be angry.”

“Johnny, please, don’t tell him. Please, can we keep this between us?” He bit his lower lip, thinking. You looked at the lust in his eyes, and quickly regretted asking him for anything. You tried moving around him, but he followed your steps. “Johnny-”

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“Fool Me Twice” (Bad Boy!Jooheon AU)

(GIF Credit to @wonhontology)

Part One

Title: Fool Me Twice

POV: 1st

Rating: Mature. Smut, cursing, drinking, etc.

Summary: He says that you’re different, but he’s not the best at showing it. 


“So are you guys dating, then?”

“No”

My friend gave me a look like she didn’t believe me, and at this point I was only trying to convince myself.  

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THE SECRETS YOU KEEP - PART 1

A/N: So yeah I don’t know what the heck this is going to be called but I was just excited to post the first little part I have. 

Word Count: 1,675


Your name: submit What is this?

I scrolled through my phone as I entered the studio room’s double doors. When I entered inside I could tell the room had just fallen quiet from my entrance. I looked up and found James and Max sitting in chairs near the soundboard but there was an unknown face.

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Two Worlds

Prompt: Uncle Tony Stark comes to visit

AN: This came to me in the middle of the night. I love how it turned out.

Words: 1259


          You walk through the building with an authority that comes from having mesmerized the halls when you were two. You don’t even pause, as you swipe your clearance card and pass through the doors. Tony had always been a tad sentimental, but not revoking your security clearance is just stupid.

          You ignore the gaping mouths and push open the office door. The sight that greets you makes you pause. Stiffening your shoulders, you don’t even bother with a greeting. A hand goes to your hip and you ask, “Where is he Pepper? From the look of things, I’d say he hasn’t stepped foot in the building in years.”  

          Pepper just stares at you, “Y/N, but you …”

          You sigh, “Went to another dimension, the dimension that is fusing with this one, and I need Tony to make sure the world doesn’t go kablooey.” When she just keeps staring at you, you snap, “Pepper!”

          She snaps back to reality and simply says, “He’s off the grid.”

          You smile “Then give me the coordinates for the new one. My email is the same.”  And then without another word you leave. Dialing the number, you know by heart, the phone rings three times before your husband finally picks up.

          “Did you get ahold of him?”

          You sigh as you slide into your car, “Of course not. Nothing with Tony is ever easy.”

          Bruce just chuckles, “I thought you said I reminded you of him.”

          You smirk, as you hook your phone to the bluetooth, and pull out onto the road. “Exactly, Bruce.”

          Your husband just laughs, “Well, Alfred always said you’re the only woman in the universe that would be able to put up with me.”

          You smile as the coordinates pop up on your phone, “The coordinates just came through, I’m off to see brother dearest.”

          “Good luck.”

          You turn off your phone and allow your mind to drift. Tony had been born three minutes after you. He’d always been smart, and always filled with a mind that was moving faster than everyone else’s. He’d never been able to stay still for long, and by the time he was sixteen he’d begun going through women faster than he went through red bull. Your parent’s death had sent him further over the edge.

          It had left you running the company. An accident in an experimental area had sent you careening through dimensions and had landed you in a world very similar to your own, but oh so different.

          You’d found an entry level position at Wayne enterprises and worked your way up in a matter of months. It had taken some time but eventually you had earned the trust of Bruce Wayne himself. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out his secret. He wasn’t nearly as good at hiding it as he thought. You had waited in the shadows until he needed you. You had never expected to fall in love with him.

          Fifteen years and seven kids later, found you still madly in love with the man, and still just as dedicated to protecting the new world you had become a part of.

          Then, the dimensions had started melding, and you had found yourself staring down a home you long thought was lost. Two weeks of research showed exactly how much had changed in your absence. Your brother had become a hero, aliens had invaded New York, and your brother had built a machine determined to destroy the world.

          Your brother had always been brilliant, and honestly you were thrilled to see that he had found something he had been passionate about. And now, he was needed again.

          The dimensions seemed to be erasing key events and people to compensate for how many things were melding. There was a chance to stop it from happening, if you were able to get Tony’s help.

          It takes you several hours to reach the building. Slowing to a stop right outside, you exit without a second thought. Guards are on you in seconds, and you simply raise an eyebrow in question, before the first Avenger steps out. You believe he’s called Vision.

          Stepping around the guns aimed at you, you walk right past the computer, machine, man, thing, and move into the building. You track his phone to a nook surrounded by windows. Stopping beside him you simply say, “So, I hear you’re still building things.”

          Tony just turns to you and says, “Did Y/F/N Margaret Stark just make a joke?”

          You smile, “I made an observation.”

          Tony finally turns to you, and you can’t help but sigh at what you see. His face now has lines, there are bags under his eyes, and he’s much too thin. When you don’t say anything he says, “So you were trapped in another dimension?”

          You nod, “The one that is slowly becoming a part of this one. And soon it will start erasing people, to compensate for the population increase.”

          “How sure are you about that?

          “99.99% It’s already started happening where I live.”

          Tony sits down on the window sill and looks up at you, “So this is how it is. My big sister comes back from the dead, apparently married,” he points at your ring, “and I don’t even get a hello, or at the very least a cookie.”

          You let out a deep breath before sitting down beside him, “I didn’t mean to vanish.”

          He nods, “I know. I got the reports. A scientist off his rocker started experimenting off the books, and when you went to fire him after finding out, he started the damn machine up, and it ended up killing three people, and you … well you just disappeared.”

          You cross your ankles, “I tried to find a way back, Tony.”

          “For how long?”

          The question catches you by surprise, but you answer anyways, “About two years. Until I got married. Until I felt like I was home for the first time since I was a kid.”

          “You ever think about me?”

          You smile, “Of course I did, you’re my little brother. And whenever my kids would do something especially stupid or especially bright I would tell them they were acting just like their Uncle Tony. They want to meet you by the way.”

          “So I have little nieces and nephews just running around.”

          “Nephews and niece,” You correct.

          “And the guy?”

          You smile’ “Head of a big company. Family owned like ours. He’s a really good guy, and an amazing father too.”

          Tony nods, and goes silent for a few minutes before saying, “Okay, let’s go.”

          “Go?”

          “Save the world. I’ve got to find this phone first. And then I have to meet this husband of yours. Something tells me I might need his resources from his world. I also have to deal with the secretary of state…”

          You pull a card out of your purse and hand it to him, “Have her call him. She’ll take care of it.”

          Tony just looks at the card for a minute before saying, “Amanda Waller.”

          You smile, “Any man within their right mind would be terrified of her.”

          Tony just shrugs, and extends his arm. You give him a half hug as the two of you walk out the building, “And just so you know sis. When all this is over, I reserve the right to kick this guy’s ass if I don’t like him.”

          You laugh, “You’re welcome to try.”

          Tony scoffs, “Try? I’m a superhero.”

          You smirk, “So is he.”

Pregnancy

Being 5 months pregnant was really starting to piss me off. I could barely fit any of my maternity clothes anymore. Justin and I were already late for a night out with all of our friends, but I just couldn’t find something to wear.

“Baby, are you going to be ready soon?” Justin asked as he came into our walk-in closet. I rested my right hand on my baby bump and gently caressed it.

“I don’t know what to wear!” I complained. Justin lightly chuckled and came over to me.

“Go put on your makeup, then I’ll find you something,” Justin told me. I happily sighed and pecked his lips.

“Thank you, baby!” I told him, then I went into our bathroom and did my makeup and hair. I decided to just wear my hair in a low ponytail, and then a kind of casual makeup. I finished and went out of the bathroom, where I saw the most beautiful dress laying on the bed. I had never seen the dress before, but it was my size!

“Justin, where did you get this dress from?” I asked Justin as I put it on.

“I bought it a few days ago, do you like it?” he asked me as he helped me zip the dress.

“Like it? I love it!” I told him, then I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” I told him, then I pecked his lips and afterward I went into our walk-in closet to find a pair of shoes to wear.

I had always been able to wear heels, so I found a pair of turquoise heels to match the dress.

“Okay, I’m ready now,” I told Justin as I grabbed my things.    

We met the others at the restaurant we had made reservations at. We greeted everyone and then we all sat down.

“Y/N I love your dress, where did you get it from?” Gigi asked me as she sat down beside me.

“I actually don’t know, Justin picked it out for me,” I told her, “If it hadn’t been for him we wouldn’t have been here yet,” I told her, which made her chuckle.

“Whoa, your boyfriend has a really nice taste for clothes, to you, not so much for himself,” Kendall said, which made me chuckle.

“You’re right,” I told her, which made Justin gasp.

“Hey! I have feelings too, remember?” he asked us as he pouted. I bit down on my lip and winked at him. Justin sat down beside me and placed his hand on my baby bump.

“Is she kicking?” he asked me. I shook my head and looked at him.

“But she’s laying kinda awkward because I can feel her laying mostly on my right side,” I told him. I grabbed Justin’s hand and moved it over what I believed was her head.

“This is so unbelievable!” Justin said, then everyone felt the need to feel my belly. They eventually stopped as I told them my princess was pressing my bladder, and it didn’t really help that they were pressing my belly, too.    

About 4 months later I was ready to give birth, but I and Justin’s princess apparently wasn’t ready to come out, so I went a whole 13 days over my due date, which was pissing me off, and clearly Justin could feel that because he spent most of his hours in his studio leaving me at home, completely alone! I could barely get out of bed because of my swollen feet and my really big belly so I spent most of my hours laying in bed watching TV and reading my “What to expect when you’re expecting”-book. But one day I decided not to stay in bed. I was actually feeling really great, which Justin noticed, so he decided to stay home.

We spent the whole day figuring out what clothes we would bring out little princess home in until I suddenly felt a really uncomfortable stabbing pain in my lower belly. I groaned and started making faces. Justin was quick to react. He grabbed me and helped me downstairs, where he made me sit on the couch.

A few minutes later the stabbing pains came back, which made me scream, it was really hurting.

“I’m going to take you to the hospital, maybe our princess is on her way,” Justin said, then he helped me up and got me out to our car.

We arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later. Justin was actually taking this like a real man, which made me smile widely.

Justin got me inside, where he called out someone to bring me to a private room. A nurse came over to us and brought us to the room Justin apparently had reserved in case I went into labor before my due date, or in this case 13 days after my due date.

“The doctor will be here to check on you really soon, in the meantime, I suggest you get changed into something else because jeans will be really hard to give birth in,” the nurse said, which made me smile.

The nurse left, then Justin helped me undress and then get dressed in one of the hospital’s shirts. I then a few seconds later got a contraction. Justin grabbed my hand and helped my breathe to make me focus on something else.

The contraction soon went away and the doctor came into our room.

“Hello, Mrs. Bieber,” Doctor James said as she came into the room.

“I’m just going to check how open you are,” she told me, then she made me open my legs.

“Looks like I don’t even need to check, you are definitely 10 centimeters open,” she told me. “I’m just gonna get your midwife, then hopefully at the next contraction you’ll be able to push,” she told me, then she went to get a midwife.

I looked up at Justin and smiled at him.

“How come you take this so calmly?” I asked him as I grabbed his hand.

“I think I’ve read your book about pregnancy like 3 times,” he told me with a chuckle.

“When?” I asked him.

“When you were asleep, I could never sleep, so to make time pass I just read your book,” he told me, which made me smile at him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so pissed the last few weeks,” I told him, then I started crying.

“Aww baby, it’s totally okay!” Justin told me, then he pecked my forehead.

Not even an hour later I was able to hold me little princess in my arms.

Justin and I had decided to call her Alba Victoria Bieber. Justin had chosen Victoria, I had chosen Alba.    

Today it was Christmas Eve, which meant Alba would be celebrating her first Christmas. I had been so excited for this day, so had Justin. Alba was only 7 months old, but it was like she understood something way going on, even though I know it’s kind of impossible.

For Justin and I, Alba had been the easiest baby in the whole world. She slept a lot, and she barely ever cried, which had made us want to try and have another child. I was planning on telling Justin and our families that I was pregnant again at dinner.

At dinner, we all sat down at the table. Justin was feeding Alba and everyone else was talking to each other. I decided this would be the perfect time to tell them. So I cleared my throat and gently used my knife and my glass to get their attention. Everyone looked at me. I stood up and cleared my throat once again.

“I know you were all caught up in your own conversations, but I have something important to say,” I told everyone. Pattie smiled at me, so did my mom, I think they already knew what I was about to say.

“First of all, thank you to all of you for making Alba’s first Christmas amazing,” I said. I looked down at Justin and grabbed his hand, I squeezed it lightly, then I looked around.

“Because Alba has been so easy Justin and I decided to try to have another child, which has finally happened, and we are expecting another child in about 7 or 8 months,” I told everyone. Justin gasped and stood up, then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

“Is this really true? Are we having another child?” he asked me. I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his neck, then I placed my lips on his. Everyone else was completely quiet until Alba decided to start laughing. She most had thought everything was too quiet. We all looked at her and started laughing with her, this was truly perfect!  

Please tell me what you think of this imagine 😊 I hope you liked it? This imagine was written a few months ago, so bare with me 🙈

OK so I just saw Wonder Woman and it’s very late so my thoughts are all over the place, but there’s one that I just can’t shake. (I don’t think I have any place writing Wonder Woman fic? Because I knew very little about her? But if I did…)

What about the first time Diana has to fly in an airplane? Maybe she and Etta take Steve’s remains/flag/something back to his family in the U.S.? (Side note: Diana 100% kept Etta around as her own secretary after the war, right? And like, employs her until she retires? And she totally helps Diana get settled in Paris, no questions asked about why she doesn’t have an ID or a driver’s license or a birth certificate. Etta’s been helping a spy for the better part of two decades, she’s long ago stopped asking questions she knows can’t be answered.)

Anyway, airplanes. Everything real Diana knows of airplanes circles back to Steve, and she may fear nothing, but her heart does quake a little when she boards the flying machine. But Etta sits beside her, and they talk about him. Something about the way the air gets thin in the high altitude loosens her lips and she tells the story of that final battle, of the muffled conversation she didn’t realize was goodbye, and the moment of clarity it inspired.

Steve’s right-hand woman just smiles a sad smile at her for a long moment, then takes her hand and tells a story of her own. She tells her how they met, something about how Steve had saved her life in a London pub at the very same moment she made him as an American spy. They were fast friends immediately after the gunfire stopped, Etta tells her with a chuckle, and Diana squeezes her hand when she looks up and realizes she’s sobbing.

Anyway, flying might be hard for a while, I think.

Originally posted by cpinedaily