the only day back without you

The "Spiderman Trailer Showed Too Much" Response:

“The trailer showed too much”. “They showed the whole movie”. Wow, okay, I’m pretty sure the movie will be around two hours long. Did we watch the same trailer? Because the one I saw was only 2 minutes. Oh, wait, I understand now, you THINK it showed too much because you read someone else say that it did without thinking for yourself. The part where Stark demands the suit back has apparently revealed too much. Seriously? I called that all the way back when the first trailer came out, seeing as though it shows him reverting back to his home made suit to disobey Stark and save the day to prove a point. People aren’t clever enough to calculate a plot feature, until it’s too late and they’re spoon fed it and complain that they didn’t wanna know. Hilarious. Look guys and girls, it hasn’t revealed ‘too much’ at all. I think you’ll find that 90% of trailers reveal and/or elude to story and character motives in trailers to give you a taste of what the film will be about. In other words, consider trailers to be visual Plot Synopsis’. We know how secretive Marvel are with their films - they wouldn’t have shown a tiny piece of that scene if they considered it as ‘too much’. With the logic I’m seeing from people right now: “Damn, I wish they didn’t show aliens spurting out of a worm hole in the Avengers trailer, now I know the whole movie”. “Oh no, I can’t believe they revealed that Bucky was the Winter Soldier in the trailers. I’ve seen the whole film now… all is revealed”. No. They show catalysts and motive ignitions so the audience know what direction the characters will be going in during the films. That is in no way a spoiler or 'too much’. What would have been too much is if we had a thorough back story to the Vulture, how Spidey beats him, what becomes of Peter and Stark’s relationship, does Peter tell anyone else about his identity? What will his relationship status be at the end of the film? How will the choices and actions he make define who the Spiderman is? How will he become worthy of using the high-tech suit again? What do Shocker and the Tinkerer gain from helping the Vulture? What will Spidey’s future and identity be like as a result of this highschool action drama? How is the MCU and the Uptown Queens microcosm shifted as a result? You see, there’s a lot of things that we don’t know. The trailers pave the way for questions to build interest, and the movie answers them by telling a story. Stop using the go-to complaint that they showed too much when they only eluded to the plot. It’s cliché and tiresome. Think for yourself. Sorry if I was harsh. I’m not mad, I’m just dissapointed 😂

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📍There are some very beneficial events coming up this April 2017 In Shaa Allah!📍

The speakers are - Ustadh Jalal Ibn Sa'eed, Shaykh Riad Ouarzazi, Shaykh Abu Hafs, and Hamza Tzortzis, and our Qari will be Adil Benghala In shaa Allah.

The topic for East London is ‘Advice to our Ummah’, which is about how to give advice, the dangers of advising without knowledge, the benefits of leading a person to good, the importance behind the intention behind your advice, and more related to that In shaa Allah.

The topic for West London is 'Resurrection’. Using the descriptions from the Quran and hadeeth our speakers will paint a vivid picture of what’s to be expected when Allah raises our dead bodies back to life for the day of accountability …

Tickets can be bought online at for only £5

‎جزاك الله خير
Jazak'Allahu Khayran

We hope to see you there, In Shaa Allah!

You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.

I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,

I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.

I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.

I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,

I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.

And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 

And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?

And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running

You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.
for you pt. 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Originally posted by vminv

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

You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.

You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.

But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.

“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.

“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.

“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.

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i. do you remember the night
we sat on my back porch and talked about constellations
and i counted your freckles like stars
and you told me you want to go far far away
and i told you you can’t, not without me
and i think you smiled and everything
seemed lovely, but that night was the night
i realized everything was breaking.

ii. it rained the day you left.
pools of sadness welled up on the streets
and i tried not to cry, but that was the day i realized
you were the only one who ever really got me.
or i thought you got me. maybe you were
just the best one at pretending but
everything that came out of your mouth
made me shake in a good way.

iii. or maybe it was in a bad way. maybe loving you
wasn’t everything it was supposed to be.
it was such an intense feeling, kind of like
galaxies exploding in my chest or maybe
a supernova: so beautiful but so tragic.

iv. i’m trying to forget every good thing
you ever said to me. i want it all to be red.
i want it all to be ugly. i’m trying to forget
how to love you, how to remember the bad times
instead of the good, how you carved my heart
out of my chest and left me in the wilderness,
how you left me empty.

v. but when i think of you, i just think of
how your eyelashes look in sunlight,
how your cheeks glisten in the morning air,
how you’ve gotten me through
some of the hardest times in my life.
when i think of you, i think of sitting in your bedroom
drinking wine out of the bottle
and laughing and laughing and laughing,
laying in bed with you, our legs intertwined
and talking about our dreams
in the pitch black darkness.

vi. and i still feel it, even when

i know i shouldn’t. it still eats at me

like i am a parasite and my crooked mind

is higher up on the food chain. i wish
i could turn my brain off sometimes,
the way you do. i wish everything i did
wasn’t trying to impress you.

vii. your sweatshirt’s still in my bedroom
from months ago and i won’t get rid of it
just in case you ever want to come back and get it.
will you ever come back? do you ever
think of me? are things always going
to be the same as the day you left me?
even when it’s sunny, i feel the rain clouds coming.

viii. i guess what i’m trying to say is
i’ll leave the light on on my back porch.

—  do you remember
The Black Cat

Summary: In which Dan Howell is gay, homeless, and also part cat, and Phil Lester is the nicest stranger ever.

Word Count: a whooping 9.3k!!!

Includes: an actual story, and of course, neko smut

this fic is for my best friend @ominousdan!!! it’s cayla’s birthday and without her birth nobody would be getting to see nine thousand words of neko!dan so please go follow her and tell her happy birthday in thanks (ily cayla i hope you love this and also me)

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*looks around* no one gonna say it...?

Just me then? Alright. *stands*

Kagami, I’m not sure if you’re aware but the anime Yuri!!! On Ice literally made history on
11/16/16 by having their two male leads kiss, and with this action they not only basically flipped off queerbaiting, which you are guilty of, but also showed that an anime doesn’t have to be a yaoi or shounen-ai to have their male leads get together in a healthy, same sex relationship. You know what other anime did this back in the day? That’s right! No.6, created by Atsuko Asano. So, my question, if those male leads can get together without it being classified as Yaoi…why can’t you do the same for Owari No Seraph? You have teased at a MikaYuu relationship multiple times throughout the manga, so why can’t you just have them get together? I’m sorry, Kagami-sensei, but with all due respect you don’t have an excuse anymore. Enough with the queerbaiting.

*sits back down* That’s all I had to say…

Edit; Actually, one more thing…and this may bring about the wrath of the Yuunoa shippers but… If you do end up making Yuunoa canon it would be grossly cliche and it would mock the obvious chemistry between Mika and Yuu. Come on, Yamamoto, Wit Studio, AND FUNimation all want MikaYuu to be canon. Their names even suit each other! What other characters sound like “me and you”? Mika’s favorite color is green! Yuu’s favorite color is blue! Their birth stones match the others eye colors! Including Mika’s eye color change! Their zodiac signs match each other! Mika was what kept Yuu living and vise versa! Yuu went from hating vampires and living for revenge to pitying them and living to protect others all because he found out that not only was Mika alive but that he had become a vampire himself! Mika wanted to live again all because Yuu, his precious princess (your words, not mine, btw), accepted him for what he was! Anyway, I leave you with a quote, Kagami… “I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live - if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.” ~Hayao Miyazaki

Who am I kidding? I need you Jane-chan!!!

Much like Koala Princess’ vision in the Eucalyptus Jungle in Season 5, Episode 13 what you saw on the Boardwalk the other day was not what it seemed. I was only pretending to date Kiki to defend my family’s honor, just as the Kanga-ronin did in Season 1, Episode 3!

Please, come back to me! Without you, I’m like a Super Sentai Sugar Glider without a gliding membrane! I’m like the Walkabout Warrior without his talking digeridoo!

To quote Prince Joey in the Koala Princess OVA, Koala Krisis Down Under: “You’re a ridgey-didge sheila. And Bob’s your Uncle if I don’t think you’re ripper.” Which I think means you’re cool and I like you a lot.

Jeez, I hope you didn’t unfollow me.

I don’t miss you as much anymore. Sometimes you cross my mind but not like you use to. I remember when I thought that I couldn’t live without you and looking back on it, you were the best and worst thing that happened to me. Its been hard, its been so hard to get over you but looking back on it time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell him how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits. As time goes on, you get better, but only with time. You still see them and a spark is there, your mind still races when you see them, its going to, you use to love that person with every inch of your soul, with every emotion you could possibly have. Its just not the same anymore.


Kaitlyne Smith

“Seventeen Days” (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

notes: there is mentioning of potential suicide. i promise nothing jarring and explicit.

A/N: as of now, this is looking like a fantasy-comedy with some serious moments in between. i’m nervous about this one, but i might as well have fun with it! -j. x

next: Part 2 
“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

It’s a startling feeling to be pulled out of heaven without warning.

You had been relaxing with a drink, basking in the pure musical renditions of an angel who had been a harpist on Earth, when you felt yourself being sucked away in a swift and weightless manner. Within a quick second, your drink is gone, and you find yourself sitting on a comfortable mahogany chair, face-to-face with the guardian of the gates.

“Oh my goodness, girl! It’s been forever since I’ve last seen you!” you squeal, excitedly clapping your hands together.

The guardian of the gates smirks and folds her hands together. “I know. Last time I saw you, you were hyperventilating about the possibility of going to hell,” she points out with a knowing look. “You were by far one of the most amusing freakouts I’ve witnessed in a long time.”

Memories of your judgment day flood into your brain, causing you to grimace. “Ooh, not my proudest moment. Let’s never bring it up again. Okay?”

“That I can’t guarantee,” the guardian muses. “Now, do you have an idea why you’re back here at the gates?”

Throwing your arms into a shrug, you dramatically recount, “Not too sure. I was enjoying the most delectable lemonade when I was suddenly pulled to here without any warning.”

“Shame about the lemonade.” The guardian snaps her fingers, and a fresh glass of lemonade materializes out of nowhere. She watches you with a fixed expression as you sip the tangy and sweet drink with gusto. “Now, may I begin?”

“Please do,” you nod, shooting her a grateful look.

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it’s a beautiful thing, the silence, and the way it expects nothing in return. because the silence can’t talk back with a sly tongue and sharp insults and broken promises. the silence can’t steal kisses under the moonlight only to give them back in the breaking of the day. the silence can’t hold my hand under the table only to snatch it back when i run my thumb against its warm skin. the silence doesn’t have a temper and a mouth to match. the silence can’t storm out in the middle of a fight, slamming doors and shattering glass without a second thought. the silence can’t shout and scream and tell me that it doesn’t love me anymore and maybe it never really did in the first place. you see, the silence can’t claw my heart out of my chest, leaving me broken and bloody in a heap on the ground, but you can. and you did. and so the next time someone asks why i prefer the solitude, i’ll make sure i start with the story of you.

eira s. | silence speaks volumes


#thankyoubones week: day 4 → 9 angela montenegro iconic quotes

Angela ❤️  She is such a blessing to Bones, honestly. She’s brought so much warmth and heart to this show, and I can’t ever imagine Bones without her. ‘You are the best of us Miss Montenegro’… her kind words, and loving, honest friendships with literally everyone on the show (most especially with Brennan) has always been one of the best things about her character. SHE was the first face we came to know, back in that airport, she got the honour of being the first main character to grace our screens with her charm and sassiness. To say that I’m gonna miss Angela Montenegro is an understatement, because, while I may not see much of myself in her, she’s also taught me so many things and changed my outlook on a lot of important matters. And really, who wouldn’t want to have an extremely loyal, fierce-loving best friend like her? :)

Voice Aggravated Teacher
  • Student 1: What happened over your Winter Break, Mr. [X]?
  • Me: Well, I went back home to see the folks for a while, but I can only stand them for a few days and then I'm done
  • Students: SAME!
  • Me: And then my girlfriend got me a Google Home, and I spent the rest of my winter break just yelling out questions into the air and honestly, I kind of get why you kids do it all the time without even saying my name first.
  • Student 2: Did you tell us about your Christmas just so you could roast us?
  • Me: I did, and thanks for playing.


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Summary: Sam and you went onto a normal hunt, thinking you would nail it without a scratch. Only you ended up with a big gash on your stomach up to your breast. A discussion emerged, leaving a lot of tension between the two of you. A tension that lead to things you might regret in the morning.
Requested by: @charliebradbury1104 and Anonymous

Words: 1774

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 

Originally posted by spn-mostly

Warnings: bit of dry humping, Smut, Unprotected sex, kind of angry!sex I guess, patching up a wound, angst, pretty much fighting I guess

A/N: Written for Smut Appreciation Day!


“I told you to stay back and wait! Why didn’t you listen?!” Sam asked rather upset as the two of you were on the way back to the motel.

“Gosh Sam, will you stop? I’m fucking fine,” you groaned as you held the wound on your stomach, which was still bleeding but didn’t seem too bad. At least not to you.

But of course, Sam had to make a big deal out of this. He always did and it sure bothered you a lot.

“I won’t stop! You could have died or who knows what!” Sam tried to stay as calm as possible.

“So what? That’s what the life brings! Death is on every corner for us!” you stated before unlocking the door to your motel room and walked in.

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Get Comfortable

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1585

Request: “Hello! I’ve had this idea for a deanxreader imagine where Dean and the reader accidentally rent a motel room with only one bed and they wind up sharing that one bed because its really late and they just want to get some sleep. I kind of pictured this really awkward scene when they wake up, like something like the reader likes to sleep without a shirt on & wakes up shirtless and all pressed up against Dean”

A/N: YAY! My first oneshot back from my long ass hiatus. Hope you enjoy this one, as I loved getting back into the groove :)

You were tired. You were exhausted. You were just craving sleep in any form of bed.

You and Dean had just finished off a case in a small town in Ohio. The case was only two days long; it was easy enough to track down the whereabouts of the vampires that were cozying up in town as they were all pretty recently turned.

So Dean and yourself raided the nest on the second night, (you didn’t go during the day as their nest was sheltered right in the middle of town). But although they were fairly amateur vamps, they were very quick and their bloodlust for you made them aggressive. The fighting match went down without either of the two of you being injured, but resulted in two very worn-out hunters.

Dean pulled the Impala swiftly into a parking spot out the front of a small motel, waking you from your daze.

“We’ll drive back to the Bunker tomorrow,” Dean said flatly, ending it with a yawn. You nodded with approval, eager to sleep on anything but a car seat.

The pair of you slowly made your way to the motel’s front office to be greeted by a middle-aged man whose attention was directed towards a small TV beside him. Dean gave a small cough which alerted the man that he had company.

“Just one night thanks,” Dean tiredly told the man. He gave a small nod, before reaching to the wall behind him that hung just under a dozen room keys, and grabbing one labelled with a faded number six.

Dean took the key from the man, exchanging it for the credit card that was originally in his pocket. The man looked at the card, and gave a tired smile as he ran it successfully through the machine.

As he returned the card to Dean, he said, “Enjoy your stay Mr. Helsberg.” Dean gave a small nod as the pair of you exited the office. On your way out, you gave Dean a confused look as to why he would call Dean such a name. Dean responded by pointing towards the name printed on ‘his’ credit card, and continued to walk down towards your room.

The pair of you finally made it to your room, which despite being number 6, was the furthest room away from the front office.

Dean put the key into door, as his voice slightly perked up, “Man, I can’t wait to pass out in my very own bed.” You gave a tired nod in reply.

The door opened, after needing a little more of a push, and you reached over to the light switch, flicking it upwards. The room was instantly illuminated with the yellow-toned light that hung down from the ceiling in the center.

But when your eyes tiredly adjusted to what the room had to offer, both Dean’s and your eyes widened.

“There’s only one bed?!” you exclaimed to an unmoving Dean. A few moments went by before Dean took his pack and threw it onto the bed.

“Guess I’ll be having a sleeping buddy,” Dean smirked, giving you a wink. You rubbed your face in exhaustion, just wanting more than anything to have your own bed to sleep in for the night.

Looking at the single bed, you took a further sigh as it was just big enough to fit two people; but only if they slept together quite closely. It wasn’t that Dean was the problem; you just wanted a big bed all to yourself as you knew that was the way you would get the most comfortable sleep, after a few restless nights working on the case.

“You know what Dean?” you said tiredly, before stifling a yawn, “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. I don’t have the energy to argue or fight you on this one, so let’s just share and be done with it.” Dean’s eyebrows briefly lifted with excitement.

The both of you started to get ready for bed. You were wearing a flannel shirt, over the top of a singlet, and dirt-tracked jeans. You really didn’t want to sleep in jeans and didn’t overly care that Dean would be able to see your underwear.

It wasn’t the first time, as once on a hunt he turned around in the motel room when you were still changing, and you hadn’t put your pants on yet. That was embarrassing. But tonight it wasn’t a big deal. And to be honest, you were too tired to care.

Dean left his jeans on, as they weren’t too dirty at all, but slid his shirt off with ease, throwing it to the side.

You were turned the other way from the bed, so you couldn’t see Dean, but you heard the springs creak as he jumped onto the bed.

You took your flannel shirt off, so you were left with just your singlet on top. Your hands reached to take that off too, but then you stopped yourself. You were tired but still awake enough to remember Dean was in the room.

Usually, you preferred to sleep topless as it was just a feeling that you enjoyed and made you feel completely relaxed before you would drift to sleep. But that wouldn’t be happening tonight.

Instead you maneuvered your arms around until you had successfully taken off your bra without even lifting your singlet up.

You turned around ready for bed, and saw Dean lying down, looking at you.

“Damn Y/N, that took some serious skill,” Dean admitted before smirking, “As well as being insanely hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester brother, before turning a lamp light on and turning the main light switch off.

As you made your way over to the bed, you noticed Dean’s shoulders in the dim light, and the way they looked so toned and muscular and…

You instantly snapped yourself out of it. Your brain clicking you back into the present for the second time that night.

You walked over to the bed and slid yourself under the covers. Both Dean’s and your shoulders were touching, unable to move unless you wanted to fall off the bed.

Dean reached over and turned the lamp off. As soon as the light disappeared, neither of you said a word; the exhaustion catching up to you and forcing you both to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open.

The sun was gleaming brightly through the dusty blinds, telling you that it was well into the day.

It was then you noticed that your arm was around Dean, who still looked fast asleep. You gave a small smile, knowing that probably the reason you felt so relaxed and comfortable was because you were embracing Dean through the night.

As your eyes began to adjust and gain more focus to the new day, you noticed a difference. A feeling. It was comfortable. But definitely different than when you had fallen asleep.

You slowly looked down to your torso, seeing nothing.

Literally nothing.

Your singlet that you wore to bed from the night before was gone.

All that was left was your completely naked chest, pressed up against Dean’s also uncovered body.

You gave a small shriek in shock at the realisation that you had practically slept naked with Dean. And not just that. You slept naked wrapped around Dean.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Dean murmured, eyes opening. His voice sound relaxed, but not tired like it should have sounded right after waking up.

“Are you telling me you’ve been awake and you just left me like this?” you exclaimed, your voice raising slightly, while also trying to untangle yourself from Dean’s grasp.

“I’ve been awake for about half an hour or so,” Dean smirked, “And as if I’m going to wake you up to tell you that you must have taken your shirt off in the night. I’m trying to enjoy the feeling of having you pressed up against me.”

Finally out of Dean’s grasp, you pull the cover up to hide your face that was growing redder by the second and gave a loud sigh.

“You must be in love with me Y/N, if you’re that keen to take it all off for me,” he smirked once more.

Because you had had enough, you ran towards the bathroom, attempting to cover your chest as you went there. “I’m having a long shower, alone!” you exclaimed, before closing the door and locking it.

Dean just continued to lay in the bed, listening to the shower turn on as you hopped under the hot running water.

He just smiled to himself, thinking of the way you looked. How beautiful you looked.

It wasn’t the sex appeal of seeing you topless or in your underwear; it was seeing you, and all of you. You had been made completely vulnerable, with not really anywhere to hide. He could just experience the real you.

Dean thought back to the few moments ago when he was lying with you entangled across him. He could feel your warmth. He could feel your heart beating. He could feel your chest rise and fall with each breath. He could see when you formed a faint smile in your sleep, because you were dreaming of something good.

He reached over to your side of the bed, and picked your singlet up off the ground. Dean held it to his chest, still being able to smell you from it, and smiled.

How lucky it was that he booked a room with only one bed.

Joker x Harleen: Goodbye Kiss

Harleen grinned, “Look out, the Joker’s back!” She giggled, sitting up off his lap. Harleen had just been applying Joker’s makeup for the day. He didn’t have a chance to get it done otherwise as he was only ever allowed out of his straight jacket in his cell. Harleen hadn’t yet figured out how to get his lipstick, hair gel, and eyeshadow back to his cell with him without the guards noticing.

Mr. J stood up out of his seat, walking with her over to the dirty old mirror above the sink in the therapy room.

“I hope you like it.” Harleen was suddenly nervous.  

Joker looked into the mirror at himself for a long while. He examined his makeup, closing one eye and looking at the eyeshadow and then closing the other eye and doing the same. Harleen smiled at him fondly. She could feel his vibe changing. It was like he realized that the Joker was back. His shoulders stood up straighter, broader. His voice dropped a few octaves and his purrs and grows grew dark.

She couldn’t look away from him, he was so mesmerizing to watch. Her mouth hung open slightly as he checked himself out.

“You’re right,” Joker looked down at her with a smile, “I am back.”

“2 minutes.” The guard tapped on the door from the outside.

She sighed disappointed, saying goodbye to him everyday was the worst part about their sessions. Harleen walked back to the table and cleaned up his folder, grabbing her gifts to him as well. Her mind raced, trying to come up with some excuse to have to keep him with her longer.

“Chin up, Doctor.” Joker strolled towards her and smiled, “I’ll be back tomorrow. 2 o’clock sharp.”

“Don’t be late.” His smile was contagious, so pure and adorable.

“I never am.” Joker growled as they walked towards the door. Harleen was taking steps slowly, as if she could prevent the inevitable from happening. She missed him so much when he was away.  

Harleen put a hand on the door to open it for the guards. But just as she turned the knob, Joker leant his body against it to stop her.

“Do I get a goodbye kiss?” His voice had changed again, this time to his seductive purr that he knew she couldn’t resist. He angled his head downward towards her, his eyes beautiful. She blushed, his lips were only inches from hers. Every time they kissed he would stop his face a bit away from her, to make her make the last move to kiss him.

Quickly, Harleen stood up on the tips of her toes, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. A soft smile danced across their lips as she leant in to kiss him. Joker purred as soon as her lips touched his and she could’ve moaned. The fire between them was evident. It was slow, sweet when their lips first met. They moved against each other, exploring.

Then, Joker pushed his lips dominantly against hers. Harleen dropped Joker’s folder file to the floor when his tongue met hers in her mouth. She wrapped both her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his. Harleen’s back was against the door before she knew she was stepping back. Her hands grasped his face, keeping his lips on hers, refusing to let him leave. Joker’s purrs were lost against Harleen’s mouth, their breathing quickly becoming gasping. Harleen didn’t care, he was her oxygen mask and she needed air.

A part of her knew she was desperate, but she couldn’t help it. Didn’t care in the slightest. Wasn’t everyone a little desperate in love? Joker’s body was pressed up against hers tightly, she could feel his arms moving from within his straight jacket. Like he wanted to break out and ravage her. Harleen couldn’t wait until he could. She ran her fingers down his neck, down his chest, over his concealed arms, and bravely down to the area between his legs. The large area between his legs. Harleen moaned again.

“Doctor Quinzel,” He smiled breathlessly, his lips still against hers, “Naughty, naughty.”

“Says the Joker.” She giggled, cupping the area. Feeling him stiffen against her.

Joker growled against her lips, “Won’t you wait until I can have my hands on you too?”

“When will that be?” Harleen moved her arms back up to wraps around his neck.

“Soon enough, my sweet.” He promised pecking her lips one, two, three times.

The guards opened the door suddenly. Harleen and Joker almost fell back against them as Harleen scrambled away from Joker, turning away from the door and trying to wipe off her mouth and slow her breathing. Joker’s growl turned annoyed at their interruption. The lipstick on his mouth was smudged and smeared, his hands not free to disguise it.

“C’mon crazy,” The guard said to Joker, “Back to your cell.”

“On my way,” Joker smiled largely. He turned back to Harleen, “Nice appointment, Doctor, you know I’m really feeling a break through.”

“That’s great to hear, Mr.J. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Harleen felt herself blushing as she turned to face him. She winked at him, breathing heavily.

Joker’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her, “Tomorrow it is.”

Thanks for reading! 

Caffeine Challenge

Prompt: “No one tell you how big empty is.” and “Can’t Go On Without You” by Kaleo


Riding through the prairie. Long grass blows in endless wind.

Jazz in a New York bar. Smoke curls from the end of a cigarette. A woman with elbow-length gloves and lips as red as blood.

Heat rising from cracked tarmac. Endless blue sea and deserted streets. The yellow sign of the post office is the only end in sight.

An Emerald City rising from desert, but it is smoke and mirrors. It is illusion, and you are afraid.

The last mashtryoshka doll.

Unreal hands, and eyes that no longer belong to you.

Dramatic music in the background to strolling down a hill. Hair gusts in an unseen wind. An explosion behind, and you don’t look back. You never look back.

“Can’t go on without you.” Yet the world keeps turning, and children keep playing, and one day new children will be born to replace the ones who have grown.

Lancelot crept in through Guinevere’s window. Blood on the sheets from his bandaged hand, and golden hair falling around milk-soft skin. The sigh of lovers in the dark and a kiss that tasted of coffee and regret.

Arthur would have burned her for less.

A kingdom fell. At Camlann, in flames, the horn sounded its last call. A man shed his son’s blood for love of a woman, and the men who loved him in turn wept and followed to the brink of oblivion.

Better to hope that no one tells you how big empty is.

His side of the wardrobe.

A photo album full of your friends, and not a single image of you.

The fog that fills your head.

Ships that float through a hundred burning stars. The stars are falling.

We don’t want this, but we suffer anyway.

Hair as black as a raven’s wing, and the tower after the princess ran away to freedom – to a prison of a different sort.

At least the villains are honest.

We wanted pirates and magic. We found changelings and fairy rings, and decks slippery with blood. It is never as romantic as the stories make it sound. Why else do we need storytellers, if not to rewrite the stories we cannot bear to remember?

Empty is too far, and big is too abstract, for our brains to comprehend. Know only that stars burn, and kings die, for far less than you.

You are the most important thing in the galaxy.

You are the smallest speck of stardust.

Imagine it being your birthday! You go the whole adventure for that day without a single mention of it from the Doctor. You even try to drop really obvious hints, but they seem to go right over his head. Then when you are both safe in the TARDIS after a long days work, you head to bed, bummed that he hadn’t seemed to remember at all. Only to find an hour later, when he called you back into the console room, that he had lit candles all around- on the railings, and the console. You found him standing next to the console, a destroyed cake upside down on his head, looking miserable.

“We had a bit of a malfunction.”
“… Aww, Doc, you look so adorable when you’re sad!”
“I did try to make it perfect though! I got you a present and everything… I’m sorry about the cake… Happy Birthday, Humany.”
“Thank you, Doctor. This is… truly adorable. I thought you’d forgotten!”
“No no no! There were just lots of… challenges.”

(Requested by @willow-days02, Happy birthday!!! I don’t know when you sent in the request, but still :DD)

So, what I want to talk about in regard to the moment above is why can’t Steve lift it? Why can he only move it slightly? This is my theory;

We all know Steve Rogers is the epitome of a good human, the best. No flaws. All strengths. But if you like I love to look between the lines, behind the smiles and masks, you’ll also know him as an incredible sad, broken human being who has lost everything and still is expected to soldier on.

Now, a few days ago I read an amazing meta on Steve Rogers and his suicidal tendencies; crashing the plane, jumping about twenty stores out of building and down in another with a shield as his only protection, jumping out of a plane without parachute (a thing that is insinuated to be reoccurring ‘Did he just jump without a parachute?’ ‘Hehe, yeah’), dropping his shield and not fighting back when he fought with Bucky, there is nothing that makes him happy (’What makes you happy?’ ’I don’t know’). There are countless of other incidents but right now I can’t remember them. The important thing to take from this is that Steve Rogers, the grand Captain America, is depressed, suicidal and so guilt ridden over what happened to Bucky (and knowing Steve, he probably blames him self for hurting Peggy over and over, when she rediscovers he’s alive ’It’s been so long, so long’ too).

But he is still Steve Rogers, he is still an amazing person with principles, he never bends. His morale isn’t compromised like Natasha’s is. He doesn’t fight for his country, he fights for its people and for freedom. For what’s right. If anyone is worthy of wielding Thor’s mighty hammer, it is Steve; the sickly, little kid from Brooklyn who were to dumb not to run away from a fight.

So why can’t he lift, why can he only move it slightly? Because Steve Rogers is depressed, because he blames him self for every bad thing in this world, that he maybe could have prevented if he had powers like Superman, because Steve Rogers doesn’t believe he is worthy and certainly not of lifting the hammer of a god. And I believe that not only do you have to be worthy, you have to deem your self worthy of lifting Mjolnir. And Steve doesn’t see what we see, he doesn’t see his amazing gifts; he sees all his mistakes, he sees Bucky falling and the destruction of both New York and DC hears Peggy crying and there’s no way those actions and fall outs can make a man worthy of lifting Mjolnir.