the giant woke up

When Victor’s really annoyed Yuuri, Yuuri likes to tell him off in Russian as that usually really makes him pay attention. However, considering Yuuri’s still a beginner, it doesn’t always work out. One time, he mixed up his words and instead of calling Victor a ‘unfairly selfish’, he somehow called him a ‘cheese-grater’. Victor ended up crying still… just of laughter on the floor. 

While I'm here...

A story my husband told me about his Trandoshan (lizardman / bounty hunter) in a Star Wars game. His character had broken into and searched an occupied house. He was about to leave, but then he had an idea.

Husband: “So, the owner of this place, he’s asleep on the couch?”

GM: “…yeah?”

Husband: “I want to interrogate him.”

Apparently the NPC in question wasn’t just sleeping, but passed out, drunk AND high. So when he woke up to a giant lizard making threats and asking questions, he not only answered them, but also volunteered the locations of every weapon in the house. So hubby left an arsenal richer.

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 12 ❤️


Bucky Barnes knows pain.

He felt it whenever he fell from the train that fateful day. He felt it when he woke in the lab, his left shoulder searing with pain as they connected the metal limb into the flesh. He felt it when he spent countless days and nights being brainwashed over and over until he couldn’t remember his own name. He felt it whenever he was forced to murder countless of innocent people. He knew pain.

But he never experienced anything like this.

Dr. Strange had finally made it down to the maternity wing as soon as your heart stopped, and immediately, he ordered for a defibrillators and for you to be wheeled to another room immediately. Pepper, while holding your son, was rushed out of the room.

Bucky was completely still as he stared down at your body. You looked as if you were sleeping, just like you used to do next to him every night. But one look at your chest, he could see that you weren’t breathing, far from it. He gently reached forward and grasped your hand in his, running his thumb along your hand. You felt warm, just like you always did. How was this happening?

“Mr. Barnes,” Dr. Strange placed and hand on his shoulder. “I’m afraid we’re going to need you to step outside so we can try and revive her.”

“Bucky,” Chloe whispered, gently rocking your daughter. “Your children need you. You have to be strong for them now.”

With a single nod, he let go of your hand. Chloe set your daughter into his arms, positioning her head correctly and guiding him to the door.


“I-I’m sorry?” Tony perplexed, his eyes widening as he replayed Pepper’s words in his mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Pepper sobbed, earning a small cry from the baby boy in her hands. She gently bounced him in her arms, sniffling. “One minute she was perfectly fine and the next….she just….”

Tony let out a huff of air, trying to ease the ache in his chest. No…this wasn’t happening. This was not happening. Maybe he was just hallucinating everything and this was just a giant nightmare. You would be right by his side when he woke up.

He bent downwards, placing his hands on his knees. He did just like his therapist said. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. But for some reason that wasn’t working this time. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sound of his heartbeat.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Peter asked, his eyes glazing with tears. He was practically trembling as he stared at Pepper for any answers.

By now the entire team was there, with the exception of Bruce, who was set on getting back there and talking to Dr. Strange about helping.

Everyone’s quiet chit chat suddenly came to a halt when Bucky entered the waiting room, his newborn baby girl in his arms. She opened her eyes, starring up at him. That was all it took before the tears began falling down his face.

“Buck…” Steve spoke, making his way towards his best friend. He reached his hand forward, gently running his fingers along your daughter’s little curls. She looked exactly like Bucky, from his nose down to his facial structure. She was literally a little copy of her father.

“Is she…” Steve was afraid to finish that sentence. He’s witnessed his friend experience suffering for so long, he couldn’t bear the thought of him going through this all over again, although he wouldn’t be alone, Bucky couldn’t do this without you.

He needed you.


The nurses scurried around Dr. Strange like a mountain of ants.

He ordered for immediate revival, which meant he had about another half minute to get the defibrillators on your body. He hastily plugged in the machine and turned the knobs with precision.

You were paler than before, but nowhere near where you should be. He’s only dealt with one other delta woman in his life and that was a woman in another country. But he dedicated his entire free time to research, and he knew exactly what you needed. It wasn’t by any means ethical at all, but if it came down to it, he’d gladly risk it.

The thunder outside shook the building as he grabbed ahold of the defibrillators and pressed the small red button. The high pitched veering  sound could be heard as he rubbed the paddles together.

“And we’re clear!” Chloe said, nodding at him.

Wasting no time, he pressed the paddles down onto your chest, sending a wave of electricity though your body.

Nothing.

“Alright, take it to a hundred watts this time!” He exclaimed, rubbing the paddles together. “C’mon, Y/N,” he whispered. “Come back to us.”

“Clear!”

He placed the paddles back onto your chest, but right as he did, a loud clap of thunder shook the entire building.

Causing the entire building’s electricity to collapse.


Pepper shushed the baby boy in her arms quietly, gently bouncing him in her arms. What was going on? The forecast showed a zero percent chance of rain today, so how on earth was it storming? Thor was away in Asgard at the time, something to do with his brother Loki. So this wasn’t his doing.

The entire room plummeted into darkness, causing everyone to go into a slight panic.

“Everyone chill out,” Tony spoke, digging into the pocket of his blazer. He pulled out a small, sphere like machine and placed it on the floor. Immediately, the room lit up.

“What is that?” Wanda asked, staring at it curiously. Everyone crowded around it as Tony bent down in front of it.

“This here is Tinker Belle,” he explained, patting the little ball as it shined. “She’s like a little handy helper in case things go downhill.”

The sounds of a baby crying caused everyone to jump. Sharon cooed at your daughter, who was fidgeting wildly in her grasp, her face in a scowl of displeasure. She was going to be a force of nature when she got older.

Bucky immediately made his way over to the woman and gently tucked his daughter into his arms. Her cries ceased as soon as she felt him, nuzzling her little head into his chest and dozing off.

When he glanced upwards, he found that everyone was staring over at him, knowing smiles on their faces.

Tony would never say it out loud, but…man, he would give anything for his father to look at him like that.


Dr. Strange looked down at his watch frantically. 

Thirty seconds.

You had thirty seconds left before it would be far too late for you. Seeing as that most of the nurses had rushed to the basement, in search of the generator, he figured it was now or never. 

He slid off his gloves and threw them to the side. 

“Chloe,” he chimed, looking in her direction. 

Chloe jumped, turning around to face him. “Sir?”

“What I’m about to do, is probably highly illegal and unsafe. But if it saves Ms. Barnes’ life, I’m more than willing to take that chance. But, I’m going to need your full discretion. Understood?” 

Chloe frowned, her eyes widening like saucers. What was he talking about?

“Sir, I’m afriad I don’t understa- OH MY GOD!”

Blinding emerald light filled the room as he grabbed ahold of the paddles and rubbed them together. As he rubbed them, small green sparks emitted from the defibrillators. He looked back down at his watch. 

Seven seconds. 

With all the hope in the world, he placed the paddles onto your chest. 


Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the bright sunlight that peaked through the curtains. Everything ached, from your head to your toes. Especially your stomach. 

Wait.

You trailed your hands down your hospital gown until they were resting on your stomach. 

Your now normal sized stomach. 

You gasped, lifting the gown up to your chin, peering down at your body. What was going on? The last thing you remembered was being wheeled into the maternity wing. Oh god. 

Did you…did you miscarry?

“Doll?” you jumped at the deep voice beside you. 

“Bucky!” you cried, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. You had absolutely no memory of what happened, but you knew he would. 

In an instant, you felt his arms gathering you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in his amazing scent. Immediately you felt all the anxiety leave you. 

“I…I honestly thought I lost you.” He whispered, pressing his face into your hair. You pulled away from him, looking into his eyes. 

“What do you mean? Did something happen? Where is the baby?” You began panicking once again. Why wasn’t he here with the baby? Was she okay? Was she really a girl like Remy said? 

Bucky let out a small chuckle, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand. You leaned into the touch, nuzzling your head into his palm. 

“They’re just fine, doll.” he assured you, his eyes searching your face. 

Your eyes immediately snapped open. 

“They?” You sputtered, frowning in confusion. 

He beamed before pulling away from you, much to your dismay. He made his way over to the door and opened it, revealing a very excited Pepper and Tony.

Along with a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket and a little baby in a similar pink blanket. 

You covered your mouth, your eyes filled with tears. Twins? How didn’t you notice before? How did Remy not see it? 

You held out your arms, making little grabby hands at your two children. They both made their way towards you, each of them meeting you on opposite sides of the bed. Tony placed your baby girl in your right arm, while Pepper placed your baby boy in your left arm.

As if on cue, they both opened their eyes at the same time and peered up at their mother. 

“I can’t believe I’m a grandpa now.” Tony sniffled with a smile, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. You let out a sniffle of your own as you peered back down at your children. 

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Pepper asked, wiping away tears of her own. 

“Bucky really likes Isabel,” you chimed, looking over at your husband. He leaned over the railing of the hospital bed and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

“Isabel is perfect,” she smiled. “And the middle name.” 

You paused for a second, looking down at little Isabel. She smiled a toothless smile as she stared at her two parents. 

“Rebecca is pretty,” you offered, looking up at Bucky. He smiled, his eyes watering with tears. 

“That’s perfect.” he says, running a hand down Isabel’s chubby little cheek. 

“I’m not saying you should, but uh…I’ve always liked the name Franci-”

“I’m not naming my son Francisco, Tony!” you exclaimed, sticking your tongue out at him. 

“Y/N here already picked out Noah James, which I think fits him perfectly.” Bucky chimed in, planting a kiss on his son’s head. Noah giggled, making grabby hands at his father. 

“So Noah James and Isabel Rebecca, those sound like perfect names to be my successors! I can’t wait to build them little Iron Man suits!”

“There’s no way you’re putting my little angels in one of those things, Stark.” Pepper stuck her tongue out at him this time, earning a playful dramatic gasp from Tony. 

You and Bucky watched as the two bickered with each other. 

Bucky slid his arm around you. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, peering down at you. 

You looked up at your husband, a grin on your face. 

“Yes, alpha?” 

“I love you,” he says, and you can feel the love in those words. 

“I love you, too.” you reply, craning your neck upwards until you can press a small kiss onto his lips. 

“To the moon and back?”

“To the moon and back, doll.” 


-Fin!  ❤️ 

GUYS THIS ISN’T THE END! WE STILL HAVE THE EPILOGUE HAHA! :’D

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You Are Her Happy Place.

Based on this imagine:

Characters: Dean x Reader, Rowena, Sam 

Summary: A witch put a spell on Y/N knocking her out. Rowena is called to help undo. She ends up seeing Y/N’s dream world. 

Warnings: Language, Sickeningly adorable married life haha 

A/N: I am so happy you guys like this imagine, and so excited that so many people requested a one shot based off of it. I hope you all like it! 

Feel free to submit requests for a one shot and/or imagine. If you want to be tagged in anything, just let me know. Or as always you can just drop in to say hey. I love hearing from you guys. 


You hit the ground with a resounding thud. Whatever kind of spell that witch just put on you had knocked you out cold on the spot. When you split off from the boys, you had thought you got the drop on her. Turns out, you were the one to get dropped. The witch just stood and waited for the boys to come find you there on the floor. When they did, she made the mistake of getting a bit too mouthy, they were already pissed off, but now with you on the floor, it was a whole new level. “You’re too late you know. She won’t come out of this one. A little parting gift for you boys.” She cackled, making faces that the boys. 

“Well isn’t that nice. See we have a little parting gift for you too.” Dean mockingly replied, as he held up his gun.

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Malink Month - Day 1/30 - First Impressions

Link just woke up, got chased by a giant boulder Indiana Jones-style, fought dozens of monsters, fell down into a deep pit of a tree, killed a giant spider queen, and traveled miles and miles across Hyrule Field on a dirt path in the summer sun, which is infested with stalchildren at night. This is the state Malon first finds Link in… with no context whatsoever.

Link, on the other hand, is just relieved to find another person his size for the first time since he left the forest.

A boy slipped into his cell.

Hulk stood, growling, and lifted his fists, because humans were rarely good news. He’d thought he’d scared them off for a while but this one–this one was either very brave or very stupid. Hulk was going with the very stupid option.

But then the boy whimpered, and skittered behind him into the dark corner, curling up into a little ball. Hulk could hear the sounds of booted feet stomping down the corridor at a run. He remembered that humans weren’t just cruel to monsters; they were cruel to each other, too.

So he plopped down in front of the boy, hiding him from view, and growled when the soldiers stopped in front of the glass wall that imprisoned him. They peered inside, shuffling their feet nervously, and he considered growling at them just to see them jump, but decided against it; he didn’t want them to try to punish him and find the boy.

The soldiers moved on. Hulk didn’t move until the soldiers came back, visibly angry even despite their masks, and then passed his cell again.

When he couldn’t hear them any longer, he turned, the bulk of his body hiding the boy from the cameras. He was… small. Not child small, but not as large as the soldiers outside. He was shaking, arms circled around his knees, hands clutching at his ripped jeans with white knuckles. There were bruises on his forearms.

Hulk did not like it seeing frightened people bruised.

The boy peeked up at him, eyes wet, but he stubbornly didn’t let any tears fall. Hulk reassessed: the boy was very brave. Stupidly brave, because he hadn’t known what Hulk would do to him, but Hulk could smell monsters on him, so clearly this boy trusted their kind.

“You… okay?” Hulk asked, voice raspy from lack of use. He hadn’t done anything but roar in… he didn’t know how long. There were no windows down here.

The boy’s breath hitched, and he leapt at Hulk like some sort of frog, slamming into his stomach and clutching at him. “No-! ‘m not okay!”

Hulk stared down at him, frowning. He could feel the boy trembling. After a moment, he placed one of his hands on the boy’s back. It engulfed him, but the boy just snuggled closer, sniffling quietly.

Hulk scowled. He would protect this boy.


Four pairs of green eyes glowed at him through the dimness of the hallway. Hulk sneered back, standing, and carefully keeping the boy out of view.

A spider slowly slid down from the ceiling on a thick piece of silk, the red on its belly bright and deadly. It skittered over to the number pad that controlled the locking mechanism of his cell, legs delicate and spindly. There was the sound of beeping and then a loud, deep sound. The spider reared back, hissing, and hairs shot out of its back, impaling the wall behind it. It caught the number pad between its mandibles and crushed it.

Hulk tried not to look too judgmental. He didn’t know if he managed it.

The spider noticed him looking and lifted its front pair of legs at him threateningly, hissing. It skittered on its other six legs to the side, eyes flicking back and forth through the cell.

Hulk remembered that the boy smelled like monsters and cautiously took a step to the side to show the boy. If nothing else, he would have no problem squishing a bug.

The spider hopped up and down, front legs waving and tapping on the glass.

Hulk put a finger to his lips, because the boy needed to sleep, so he could heal. He had bruises on his ribs that looked like the bottom of the boots the soldiers wore.

The spider stopped hopping to stare up at him balefully.

Hulk was embarrassed to admit he jumped when the spider lunged at the glass, the claws at the ends of its mandibles smashing holes into it. Then he watched, somewhat amazed, as a green, viscous liquid was sprayed across the glass.

He saw the smoke before he heard the sizzle, and slowly a hole began to open up. The spider clicked at him threateningly as he approached but skittered backward.

Hulk decided that this spider was clever. So often other monsters would try to fight him. He had no doubt that this spider would fight, of course; it obviously cared about the boy. But it was a smart spider. It observed before it attacked.

The venom tickled against his palms as he grasped at the hole. He tugged, and pieces of the glass broke away in large chunks. He made sure to wipe all the venom off on what was left of his pants before he lumbered over and carefully scooped the human up.

The spider skittered forward again, hissing threateningly, but Hulk just carefully eased the boy through the hole and carefully set him on the floor. The spider paused to stare up at him before it began to carefully poke the boy.

Hulk grunted, but the boy did not look afraid when he woke up and was faced with a giant spider.

“Natasha!” the boy exclaimed, then flinched when Hulk shushed him and the spider hissed. “Sorry.”

The spider clicked its mandibles fondly and used it’s front four legs to gather the boy up against her belly, his skin pale against the red hourglass. When the boy lifted his hands to hug her back, her third pair of legs pushed his arms back down. Her hair would have hurt him.

When the spider retreated, the boy stood, legs shaking. He turned to look back at Hulk, eyes wide and hopeful. “Are you coming with us?”

The spider stiffened and shot hair at the wall again.

Hulk snorted, reluctantly amused as the spider hissed and skittered in angry circles around the boy, waving her front legs at him menacingly. “No.”

“Natasha’s all bark and no bite,” the boy insisted, and did not notice the way the spider stopped to turn and glare at him in disbelief.

Hulk shook his head, the smile tugging at his mouth unfamiliar. He hadn’t smiled in a long time. “You go,” he ordered. “Follow spider.”

The spider whipped around to glare balefully again, but its back relaxed enough that it wouldn’t start shooting its hair again. ‘I don’t need your help,’ it seemed to be saying. ‘But I can’t stop you from giving it.’

“But what about you?” the boy asked worriedly, wringing his hands.

Hulk tilted his head as a klaxon began to ring out, and the hallway started flashing a red light. The spider made a terrible noise and began shifting, a humanoid body appearing out of its abdomen, back still covered in hairs.

She wrapped two hair-covered arms around the boy and looked around just a touch frantically. Hulk got the impression that she’d come in to sneak him out, and the alarms had just ruined her plans.

Well. He couldn’t let the humans hurt this boy again, who was guilelessly clutching back at the spider, unafraid of her, unconcerned for her stiff, sharp hair or clicking mandibles.

So Hulk smashed his way through the rest of the glass and let out a roar that had the spider woman skitter backward in terror and the walls to shake, charging down the hall toward the group of soldiers running toward them.

He heard the boy cry out, heard the spider hiss at him to shut up because this might be their only chance to escape, and then turned his attention back to the soldiers, backhanding the ones that approached him first.


Tony, for all that he professed that he was fine, that he was okay, stop smothering me, couldn’t stop shaking for quite some time after they got him home.

Clint had been waiting for them when Natasha had pushed him up and out of a basement window. Steve and Bucky were patrolling the perimeter, and had grimly told Clint to take Tony home before returning for them. Tony had tried to argue, but the thing about the monsters being so big was that it was easy to manhandle him. Natasha wrapped him in silk so he couldn’t fight back and put him in the harness he’d created for Clint to fly him home. 

Clint hadn’t stopped to take the silk off him before he left to go get the others. Tony was kind of glad. It was like being wrapped tightly in a blanket. He’d hidden in his closet until someone else got back though.

They’d taken him on his way home, run him off the road, and he’d been so afraid, so terrified that he was going to die like his parents did–and then they’d started beating him for not building weapons and he’d wished he had.

For all that the monsters had trouble with the passage of time, they’d noticed he hadn’t come home, and Bucky had used his sensitive nose to track them down once night had fallen.

It was the first kidnapping after his parents’ death, the first where they’d really hurt him because Howard was more likely to fuck shit up when Tony was returned bruised. He had trouble sleeping at night, remembering his terror as he was driven off the road, as he was pulled from his car and stuffed into the back of a van, as they’d beaten him and as he’d fled, as he’d found that giant green monster and hidden behind him.

Natasha had scolded him, her eyes still slightly round with terror. The monster had been made up of rage and little else and it could have squashed him like a grape. Tony had nightmares of the monster doing just such a thing, crushing him between two giant fingers, or instead standing aside and letting the soldiers take him again.

So when the monster showed up one day, looking no worse for wear, Tony had to try very hard to not be afraid of him.

Hulk stared at him, then smirked a little. “Spider lady told you about Hulk?”

Tony hunched his shoulders, ashamed, because this monster had helped him in reality, and he had no idea why he wasn’t groveling and thanking him. “’m sorry.”

Hulk reached out to poke his shoulder, making his entire body rock backward. “Hulk take care of soldiers.”

“Oh,” Tony said softly, and felt bad for being relieved, because it was clear that by ‘take care of,’ Hulk meant they were dead.

“Sleep,” Hulk said, as gently as he could muster.

Tony nearly burst into tears, because how could this monster know he was having nightmares? “Okay.” Then he screamed as Hulk began to shrink, skin turning from green to pink, eyes turning brown.

The other monsters burst out of the house just in time to watch a human man drop to his hands and knees, vomiting, and Tony was still screaming in terror.


“It was my fault,” Bruce explained, voice rough. “I was messing with something I shouldn’t have been, got caught by radiation. I haven’t always been a monster.”

The group continued to stare at him, gaping. Tony’s coffee had gone cold and he hadn’t even taken a sip of it.

“The army caught me, of course,” he added, mouth a grim line. “After I’d leveled a small town.” He paused. “That was… what, nineteen-sixty-two?” He looked at Tony, frowning. “How long was I down there?”

“…It’s nineteen-ninety-five,” Tony whispered, horrified.

Bruce tilted his head, frowning. “Thirty-three years. It feels like yesterday and a hundred years ago at the same time.”

“That happens,” Steve said, shrugging. “The passage of time is strange when it doesn’t affect you. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday that Tony was a toddler.”

Bruce nodded, then sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted down to his bones. “Is it alright if I stay here? Until I figure out who I can contact.” He paused, staring out the window, but not seeing anything. “I’m more Hulk than Bruce now. Maybe I should have stayed in that cell.”

“No!” Tony blurted out immediately. “You can stay here forever if you want to! You protected me, so I can protect you!”

Bruce turned a tired smile on him. “You’re going to give your friends ulcers.”

“Probably,” Tony admitted as the monsters quietly whispered amongst themselves about what to do if Bruce–or the Hulk–ever got out of hand.

“What’s an ulcer?” Bucky asked, distracted.

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes. Bruce managed to huff out a laugh; his first one in over thirty years.

IDK if I’m just weird, but...

I love cuddling and snuggling, even in a platonic way, but my brain seems to be very picky about who I consider snugglable. I wouldn’t really consider snuggling with some of my best friends, but there are some people I’m not as close with (both as a matter of knowing about each other’s lives AND emotionally) that I’m just like… “snuglz plx”

I’m kind of in a snuggling mood right now, but my brain is like “There are 2 people who could solve this. Just them. No one else.” And I legit know hundreds of people in my area who are friends who would probably be down to hang out. 

Meanwhile, my brain is just like “Nah, fam, them or no one.”

Eff you, brain! D:

50 things I learned from 2 years of sobriety

In celebration of my anniversary, I wanted to write out some of the things I’ve learned over the past two years. 

  1. At first, you don’t know how to live your life without alcohol, and it seems impossible. One day without it seems like a crazy idea.
  2. The first day sober feels like a giant victory, and you can’t remember the last time you woke up without a hangover.
  3. You don’t know what to do with yourself when you have an urge to drink. I would constantly have a water bottle with me to sip out of instead.
  4. Your sense of taste and smell greatly increases.
  5. You notice every alcohol bottle, beer can, wine glass, liquor store, open drink, stocked fridge, new brewery, and spirits menu.
  6. Your emotions are all over the place because alcohol was your stress-reliever.
  7. You may not yet consider yourself an alcoholic, but just simply “taking a break.”
  8. Not everyone will understand why you stopped drinking, and they may judge you for it.
  9. The first 30 days feels like an eternity.
  10. You might be scared to go to AA meetings.
  11. You might go to meetings and hide in the back, hoping no one will notice you.
  12. You might leave the meetings ASAP so you can avoid talking with anyone.
  13. You constantly battle the idea of whether you’re an alcoholic or not.
  14. You read self-help books and gain insight that lasts about 10 minutes.
  15. You go to therapy and minimize your problems.
  16. In therapy you also realize that you’re having to start your life over. You have to change people, places, and things to keep you sober.
  17. Your family will be your biggest fans in your sobriety. Look to them when you feel afraid.
  18. Parties will be very difficult if alcohol is around. It’s okay to walk out if you have to.
  19. Some AA meetings will be very inspiring, others will be boring, but none of them are a waste of time.
  20. Waiting to get a sponsor will only make staying sober 10x harder. They are your best ally, confidant, and support system.
  21. After a few months of feeling sober, you realize how “foggy” your brain really was when you first began. Clarity sets in.
  22. Meeting with a psychiatrist is nothing to be afraid of. Taking medication can help your brain function better while you’re rebuilding a healthy mind.
  23. You will want SO MUCH SUGAR. If you didn’t have a sweet tooth before, you definitely will.
  24. You might over-indulge in caffeine, exercise, shopping, and other activities.
  25. Praying is always a good idea.
  26. People may tell you how you should feel, but you’re allowed to feel the things you do.
  27. Some people may not understand why it is difficult for you to quit drinking, when it’s “no big deal” for them. They probably don’t have an addiction.
  28. The hardest thing is to deal with life on life’s terms. Learning how to cope with uncomfortable or painful situations without alcohol is the biggest hurdle.
  29. Your friends, or people you thought were your friends, will change when you stop drinking. True friends, the ones that you should cherish, will not abandon you. They will love you and support you in becoming a healthy person again.
  30. If you’re like me, you may have quit alcohol to lose weight. Later on you realized it was a real problem that you had, even if you were functioning.
  31. There are many functioning alcoholics in the world. This means they still go to work & pay the bills, but are still excessively drinking.
  32. You don’t have to hit rock bottom to want your life to be better.
  33. If you have anxiety or depression, it will likely get worse when you stop self-medicating.
  34. You will start to evaluate all your relationships and ask yourself if they are healthy and supportive.
  35. You may feel like an outcast if you’re publicly shamed for not drinking.
  36. You’ll realize that people who judge you for not drinking usually have some sort of problem they are avoiding themselves.
  37. The more AA meetings you go to, the more you start to feel like a Veteran. It’s no longer scary and you feel safer than ever in those rooms.
  38. You will start to care more about your appearance and take better care of yourself.
  39. You will find things to keep you occupied, like coloring, crafting, music, the internet, to help ease your restlessness.
  40. People will start to ask you for advice about quitting drinking. You might find out that the last person you thought would come to you, will.
  41. You start to enjoy the simple things in life again; sunshine, walking the dogs, photography, spending time with family, etc.
  42. You wonder if people who are constantly talking about alcohol are as sick as you were.
  43. Your sleep will improve immensely.
  44. You are more productive and may want to work towards future goals.
  45. The smell of alcohol on someone’s breath will become repulsive.
  46. You will have bad days that you fight to stay sober. Sometimes it’s taking it minute by minute.
  47. You will realize how much you missed out on while you were drinking. It might make you sad, but you now have the opportunity to enjoy every moment in a day.
  48. You will want to help other people who are suffering, but sometimes you have to walk away from a cancerous situation.
  49. If you ever have a craving, or are thinking about taking a drink, remember why you started this sober journey in the first place.
  50. The problem for us was not alcohol. Alcohol was our solution. Eventually that solution stopped working and lead us to insanity. From insanity, we had to rebuild and relearn how to cope with life.
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JASPIS WEEK 2: DAY 2 - CUDDLE ( @jaspisweek)

Lapis and Jasper took a nap on the floor, when Lapis suddendly couldn’t breathe anymore. She woke up to realize that her giant, orange girlfriend was about to choke her andthat she had a weird dream about…them?

So technically it’s Day 2 here in Germany, so have this silly pic of Lapis trying not to suffocate! (Also with two versions, just because I had so much fun!)

Another (Chapter Seven)

This Chapter is a little angsty. Poor Steve.

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Thor was gone and Steve was making himself crazy.

He had spent the first three days in the gym, the next two in his room trying to draw, trying to paint trying to do anything to keep his mind off of how much he missed Thor.

Do we need to label what we are?

The question haunted him, and Steve cursed himself for not pushing for a better answer. Especially when he was about two weeks past being in love. Especially since the time he spent in Thors arms was as close to perfect  as he had ever gotten. Especially since Thor had went to New Mexico for a while to visit Jane.

Jane. She was so nice. And entirely lovely. Steve had met her once, a few years ago and had been instantly smitten, as had the rest of the team, awed by the tiny woman who held Thors heart in her very human hand. Even after they had broken up, Thor went and visited several times a year, and this was one of those times.

And usually Steve wouldn’t care, but this time Thor had been so matter of fact about not wanting to define whatever this was and now all Steve could picture was Thor holding Jane, Janes legs wrapped around Thors waist, Thor growling Janes name the same way he growled Steve’s. Thor calling Jane sweetheart. Jane holding him and kissing him and —

And Steve had put his fist through the wall before he even realized it, and pulled it out hastily, shocked at himself, at the amount of jealous rushing through his veins.

This isn’t right. He sank back into his bed and dropped his head into his hands.

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I was like six, and my mom, her two sisters, and her mom (who are my aunts and my grandma) were having a picnic in the botanical gardens. They were drinking apple juice, I don’t know why I remember that. I went up to my mom and told her we had to go, and so we started walking towards the exit, and we passed through the vegetable garden because I fucking love vegetable gardens, and we were right by the strawberries when she suddenly turned into a giant strawberry, but with arms and legs and her head still. And then a giant toddler suddenly showed up and picked her and was going to eat her, and my mom shouted at me “Don’t worry Julianna! One day you’ll be a strawberry too!” And I remember believing her with my whole heart, that someday I’d turn into a strawberry. And then just as the giant toddler girl was about to bite down, I woke up.

Crush

Pairing: Lafayette/Mulligan

High school AU

Word count: 1286

Warnings: none unless you count “crap” as a swear word

A/N: There’s a tiny bit of French (two words) and I used google translate so who knows if it’s right

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“It’s late and I’m tired,” Alex said, yawning.

“Agreed,” John said. He took a sip of his Dr. Pepper, and Hercules threw a pillow at him.

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Rumors

Prompt: Sleeping

AU: ???

 Day 1 prompt for the gtjsefanclub anniversary! I’ll be honest, the sleeping in this is minimal, the story kind of got away from me a bit.


Jack had heard the rumors. Everyone in his small town had. Some believed it, while others made fun of it, saying it was just a story made up to keep kids from going out in the woods. The rumor itself was relatively new. Jack had first heard about it the year before, in his junior year of high school. It blew up there because of how crazy it was.

The rumor was as follows. Don’t go too deep in the woods, for a giant, man-eating beast lives out there. And if it even catches one sight of you, you’re dead. Of course Jack never believed it, and neither did any of the other high schoolers. The rumor itself was made more for little kids to not wander off and get lost.

So, then, why did he find himself going deep into the woods this friday night? Well, multiple reason. The main one being his friend Felix had dared him to. He was childish like that, but he did offer Jack 50 dollars if he did it. All he had to do was take a picture of the road at the other end of the woods and he would get the money. Jack accepted the challenge, the only real challenging part being how far he had to walk. He wasn’t scared.

Well, not of a giant man-eating beast anyway.

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Woman of Letters - 10

A/N: So it seems like I have gotten the groove back for this series. YAY. Thank you all for your feedback, and as always, a special shout out to my beta @thorne93, she’s fantastic.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Louisa (OFC).

Warnings: Talk about a crappy relationship, not much, but it’s there. Italics are flashbacks.

Wordcount: 2088

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Asthetic made by the beautiful @hanny-writes-spn


Sam, as usual, was the first one up the next morning, and from what he could tell it was gonna be a while before the other two got up. Empty bottles and glasses littered one of the tables in the library from the night before.

After Sam had cleaned up in the library, he started on breakfast. He knew very well that the moment that the smell of bacon hit Dean’s nose, he would wake up. While Sam was cleaning up, he had received a text from Garth, pointing him in the direction of a case, so he needed his brother up, fed, and ready to go.

Dean was the first to emerge from his room, his hair sticking up in all directions and his old man robe hung loosely on his shoulders.

“You look like death,” Sam noted, looking up from his newspaper.

“I look better than I feel then,” Dean mumbled as he poured himself some coffee. “Did I smell bacon?”

“In the oven.” Sam folded up his newspaper. “We have a case.”

“Shoot.” Dean’s voice was muffled from all the bacon he had just shoved in his mouth.

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Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 8 (B)

No.1: Alphabet City

No.2: Of Singing and Streaking

No.3: Lie to Me (I’ll lie to you, too)

No.4: Like Toy Soldiers

No. 5 (A): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 1

No. 5 (B): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 2

No. 6: Bend, and Don’t Break

No. 7 (A): Speak Now Part 1

No. 7 (B): Speak Now Part 2

No. 5 ( C ) We’re Going Down Swinging Part 3

No. 4: Like Toy Soldiers Part 2

No. 8 (A) It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

No. 9: The Art of Remembering

No. 10 For Your Consideration


It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

Notes: Set in the “It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That) Universe, originally written for For CS AU Week Day 5- Role Reversal
(In role reversal world, let’s pretend Lieutenant Duckling is…Captain Prince? Hehe.)

Summary: Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.

Killian and Emma are 14 and 13

“Your highness!”


“Ssh! Keep it down, Swan.”


“This is highly inappropriate, your highness!”


“Of course it’s inappropriate, why do you think we’re doing this? And stop calling me that, it’s Killian, remember, it’s just us here.”


Killian, crouched under the shadow of a pillar, shot his companion a grin full of mischief. Emma, daughter of the Captain of the Royal Guard, glared at him in return, her scowl telling him in no certain terms that there was no ’we' doing anything. Rather it was ‘he' sneaking around the Kingdom’s resident Sorcerer’s chambers, and ’she' was merely the unlucky servant who was tasked to come along and make sure he didn’t get himself killed.


It was a speech he knew by heart, especially given the way she’d just hissed it at him before they began this newest endeavor.

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“’Wilford...,’

“the Host mutters, not bothering to finish his thought as Dr. Iplier sends him a sad look, his eyes clouded with worry.

“‘I’m sorry,’ the doctor starts, though the Host quickly cuts him off.

“’It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do,’ the Host says, frowning deeply. Why is Wilford missing? And who is doing this to them in the first place? He wishes he could say, but unless Dr. Iplier and explains to him in a couple of minutes, those are likely answers that he’ll have to seek out for himself.

After a few more moments of mostly silent walking, apart from the Host’s murmuring, the two reach a door that the chattering is emanating from. Dr. Iplier opens the door and the Host walks slowly inside, not surprised by the thick silence that falls over the room. The people in the room stare at him, and he can’t help but lower his voice until it’s very, very, soft.

“’You’re alright!’ the Jims shout at about the same time, rushing over to hug the Host, who accepts there hugs gratefully. They lead him over to a couch, where he sits down carefully. The couch is soft and comfortable, and he leans back into, releasing a sigh. He hasn’t been able to relax since he woke up in that mysterious realm with the giant spider. Not that he can spare time to feel relaxed right now, but it feels good to just relax for a second.

“‘Doctor, what’s going on here?’ Bim asks, his voice fragile. ‘I thought he was dead….’ The Host can sense hesitation in his voice. Dr. Iplier glances towards the Host, prompting him to answer instead.

“‘I can’t really tell you that, dear Bim…,’ the Host responds. ‘I heard from Dr. Iplier that my realm was shattered, which… while unfortunate, wasn’t due to my death. Someone must’ve shattered my realm, though I don’t know why. I woke up only an hour or so ago in a realm quite close to this one. I wasn’t sure where I was in relation to everywhere else, but I knew that I was in a cave. There was no way I could’ve known I was in a figment’s realm; the only living creature I encountered there was a giant spider. It tried to kill me, and I only barely made it out to be honest. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember how I got there, or anything like that.’

“’And… Dr. Iplier, why is it snowing here?’ the Host continues, a hint of concern entering his voice. ‘I almost thought I didn’t know where I was when I first entered your realm due to the snow.’“

“Dr. Iplier seems to realize that the attention of the room has been shifted to him, starting with a bit of stutter in his voice. ‘I… as one of the few figments who enjoys keeping a facade of the earth in my realm… the weather tends to change with my emotions. What snow means in this case is up to your own thoughts.’ Dr. Iplier pauses, clearing his throat as he sits down in a chair.

“A business-like air coming over him as he starts to tell his story, the doctor cracks his knuckles and speaks. ‘The Host’s realm shattered almost exactly fourteen hours ago, and from what you said, it seems like you woke up almost exactly thirteen hours after your realm shattered. Wilford was reported missing five hours ago, when I first called for this meeting, though he could’ve been missing for much longer than that. His realm is still there. Ed Edgar declined attending, and most of the Googles have not responded.’

“‘Apart from me,’ Google Oliver pipes up, though he sounds downcast.

“‘Yes, apart from Oliver,’ Dr. Iplier continues. ‘Silver Shepherd also didn’t respond, and I have been unable to contact Dark. We haven’t tried contacting anyone else yet, so that’s the situation right now. The only people accounted for is everyone here. And Ed Edgar, I suppose, as he did actually respond. But that was several hours ago, and many things could’ve happened in that time, so-’

“Just then, a stern knocking was heard from the door, resonating through the meeting room. ‘I, uh, Oliver and I helped install an audio system, as well as a camera, from the door to here,’ Bim explains nervously to the Host. ‘Just so we know who’s there.’ The Host nods as a projection comes onto the screen. Who is at the door?”