then again when do i have a clue what i'm drawing

valkhedaluthor23  asked:

I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D

‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.

@scientiaa jay i have no fucking idea what this is rip

noct is three when he meets his soulmate. 

his memory about what was going on exactly is hazy at best, a muddle of don’t feel good and want to sleep mostly, but he remembers the colors. colors he wasn’t supposed to be seeing yet. 

most people didn’t see colors until they were older, like his dad. his dad liked to tell the story about seeing colors for the first time when he saw his mom– she was pretty and laughing during a political function, and when their eyes met, his dad described it as clouds clearing and the sun shining through, warm and brilliant. 

and i knew she was the one, his dad would say, and his mom would laugh and give him a kiss, and noct would be glad they were so happy. 

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andauril  asked:

Sahuna and Jaal - 1 (about you-know-whom xD)

This was too perfect, it’s nice when my muse cooperates for once :D

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anonymous asked:

Fanon Allen: angel. Wouldn't hurt a fly. Canon Allen: get out of my fucking way I'm gonna win this poker game and get all the money, strip everyone naked and leave them in the train with no clothes. No mercy. Innocent who?!

It’s amazing because people get distracted by his angel face and round big eyes and polite speech which is exactly what happens in canon too right before he shows his true colors always - actual Allen will talk shit about random women he’s just met, will hold Bak’s “secret” crush on Lena over his head and threaten him through it, will scare the living shit out of a small child the moment he realizes he’s a small child making him believe he’s been stabbed with a huge ass sword, has and will again yell at the most powerful bad on the whole planet while standing on his back??? - has stripped people naked for money and started stripping himself naked while talking about added prices for it, got in a shouting match with two enemies over who had it worse with their debts (related, had absolutely no qualms telling said enemies that his master was the devil incarnated while they were trying to make him defensive over him and I don’t blame him at all) also anything he’s ever done with Kanda ever, like, that’s a whole category on its own

I mean, Allen’s definitely super sweet and caring and protective of his ideals and the people he loves, but it’s part of his actual plot that somewhere inside him there’s still Red and that a mixture between Allen and Red is his true self and I’ll never stop being amused at how the fandom likes to forget about that tbh

Anon said: Different anon here; you said your creativity was influenced by how much material you get on the subject. Once these characters weeks end, would you be interested in getting some fics written for you? I like your art so it feels like a good way to thank you while also helping you get inspiration for more bokuro, I feel it’d be a win/win situation :) Good luck with all the work you have to do by the way!

I’m always a slut for words my friend !!! Tho I can’t promise whatever you write for me will make me want to draw, I could never and I will never say no to words about my otps haha

Anon said: do you mind other people copying certain aspects of your style? like not exactly the same but for example the way you kinda put the blush colour across the knees and elbows and such? bc i know some artists are kinda picky about that sort of thing

I don’t mind at all, go for it! Most of what I do with my style is a patchwork of things I liked in other people’s styles anyway, it would be really hypocritical of me if I told you I don’t want you to experiment with what you like too - let your creativity be free my friend!

And anyway as long as the hand drawing it is different and you don’t purposefully try to exactly copy something, even things taken from other people’s styles won’t look the same - that’s how art works, after all~

Anon said: hi!! so i was scrolling through your art the other day and it’s really cool to see how much you’ve changed *^^* i love your art so much and i think it’s really inspirational to see obvious improvement i guess? thanks ily good bye

OH MY GOD thank you so much!!!!!! *O* I’m!!!!! really glad you can see my stuff getting better???? AHHHHHH!!!!! what a good ask to get, I’m really happy right now hahaha

Anon said: Kirishima has a bad habit of chewing his pencils when he’s trying to focus and because he has those killer teeth his pencils get fricking destroyed and it stresses everyone out except him so his classmates give him a lot of pencils and he’s bamboozled as to why.

It’s good tho because Kiri doesn’t really realize he needs the pencils himself so he keeps on using his chewed-through ones and hoards the pencils he’s given by the others so when Bakugou’s temper ends up making his pencils explode or Kaminari’s stress fries his into uselessness or Mina inadvertently destroys hers with her acid he can just give them new ones and he feels really good about it

everyone else has no clue how to point out that that’s not why he was given the pencils to begin with because Kiri looks so happy about it too - one day Momo will just make a Crimson Riot pencil with an indestructible material and Kiri will love it so much and they’ll solve the problem once for all haha

Anon said: I seriously can’t get over your chibi style. It’s so cute!

AWWW THANK YOU!!!!! It’s super fun to draw too, so I’m happy you like it!!!!

Anon said: The way you are dodging angst is a true art tbh

Oh my god anon I got bad news for you seems like in the bakushima week I gave in to the soft-sads (note to self: never sketch out prompts when you’re feeling emo for other reasons)

Anon said: does bokuto peel the cheese stick or does he just eat it whole?

Anon as an Italian I have absolutely no clue what a cheese stick is. What is that. What are you feeding your kids anon. I’m concern.

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if this has already been done or not... but could you do the host's reaction if someone was flirting with their S/O? (PS I love you're writing! This is one of my favorite blogs! ^~^)

Thank you so much! It makes me so happy that this blog could even possibly be anyone’s favorite. I hope you like it! (Again, I’m still trying to get back to where I was before so I hope its not as bad as I think it is, I’m sorry!) <3 <3

Tamaki: At first he let it go, thinking that he might just be over reacting as he knows he has a tendency to. Quickly though, the comments and light touches the person placed on your arm snow balled within him. Tamaki’s mood would transform swiftly from tolerance to agitation to pure possessiveness. Tamaki normally isn’t one to try and make a claim over you, but after listening to someone else try to make a move on you, it was too much. With a bright summer he put his arm over your shoulder, resting his chin happily on your shoulder. If that wasn’t enough of a clue for the person flirting with you, he would move to kiss you on the cheek, showing them that they had no chance with you. You were taken.

Kyoya: The second Kyoya heard someone flirting with you, he would try to end it. If the situation allowed he would approach you and the other person calmly, asking you kindly if you would be able to leave the conversation and go with him somewhere. Whether that is the snack table if you are at a casual party or asking you to meet a business partner if you are at a more formal event, it doesn’t matter. If that wouldn’t work he would ask the other person one simple and quick question while resting one hand on the small of your back. “So what were you and my significant other talking about again?”

Hikaru: The very instant Hikaru caught wind of someone flirting with you, he was at your side. His arm wrapped around your waist, fingers drifting playfully on your side. The glare he directed at the person who had just been flirting with you would be sharp enough to cut steel. There would be no doubting that he was not happy, and in all honesty Hikaru didn’t even try to pretend that he wasn’t consumed with jealousy. You were his, it was as simple as that. No one else had any right to try and take you away from him. You. Were. His.

Kaoru: He was conflicted. Kaoru was unsure whether he should make it clear that you were with him right away, or maybe if it would be better just to ignore the person flirting with you. This internal conflict makes him a little slow to the draw when it comes to stopping the other person from flirting with you. He didn’t like to see someone else act like that with you, but he didn’t want to be rude to you… The second the person’s flirting moved from words to touching, that was the moment when Kaoru had enough. Deftly, he pulls you into a back hug, effectively pulling you away from the person.”Can I get you something babe?” He would ask you, giving a pointed look to the person who had just been flirting with you.

Mori: He trusts you, he really does and that is why he doesn’t immediately react to someone else flirting with you. His lack of reaction doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice however. If the person’s way of flirting was throwing in a stray comment every now and then, Mori would be able to suppress the small seed of jealousy that would form in his chest. If the person was actively and unabashedly flirting with you, then he would be forced to show this person who you were with. With a kind smile directed at you, he would wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. If that wasn’t enough of a hint for the other person he would carefully interject a story about one of your past dates, being very clear about the fact that his story was from a date that you two had gone on together as a couple.

Hani: One comment was allowed. You were so perfect, everyone had to want you, so he could humor them for that. One comment. Unfortunately for the person flirting with you, they didn’t stop there. As the second remark left their lips, Hani was at your side, fully wrapped around you. “You’re so sweet, you should be the one called ‘Honey’ not me! What do you think about that ____? Can I call my girlfriend ‘Honey’ from now on?” His voice was sweet as he begged you. The glare that he directed the person flirting with you was anything but, however.

Haruhi: There was no avoiding the issue with her. No pretending that she was going to let them continue to flirt with you, and no hints dropped to try to cue them in. She didn’t say anything right away to them, but as the minutes grew longer her face twisted into a grimace. “I’m sorry, but ____ is my significant other. I would appreciate it if you would stop flirting with them. It is making me sort of uncomfortable.” Her voice holding none of the malice that was in her eyes. It was only if the person continued to flirt with you after she asked them politely that she would have a problem.

I submit this theory: Hawke is the one to kill the Nightmare.

We all know the choice reads “will likely die” to cover the Inquisitor’s escape. I suspect, no matter how heart-breaking Varric’s reaction is, that leaving Hawke behind is ultimately the right decision.

First: “The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment… and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly” that has already been pointed out before in relation to the quest, actually bloody called Here Lies the Abyss. It reads like a narrative connection, a clue–foreshadowing, if you will. Nothing is ever titled without a very specific purpose in mind.

Second, Hawke is the only person we have seen so far that has the ability to overcome the very essence of Nightmare: ancient, primal, debilitating.

Beyond any shadow of doubt, the Nightmare’s taunt for Hawke is the most gut-wrenching: “Did you think anything you ever did mattered?”

Because we all know, it did not.

This thing that frustrated us as gamers–the idea that no matter what decisions we made in an RPG title that usually lets us control the fate of nations, nothing changed–becomes the catalyst of Hawke’s character, the well from which they draw strength. Again and again, Hawke faces personal waking nightmares: from the Darkspawn attack on their home that claims one of the twins’ lives, to ultimately losing their other sibling (either to the Taint/Wardens, the Gallows, or the Templars), to the horrific death of their mother no matter how hard they fight, no matter what decision they make in the investigation of her murderer.

And then, Hawke has to face the nightmares of nations. An invisible war: the faithful spreading propaganda and crucifying heretics. A Qunari invasion of the city. An underground rebellion. Growing tensions between Mages and Templars that ultimately erupt into the start of a war. And then–personal again, even after all the loss: the lies of a lover, the unraveling of a friend, anger, betrayal, death–things explode around you, Hawke. And there’s not a damn thing you can do to prevent it.

All while remaining a pillar of leadership for the friends who have become family. 

When there’s nothing left to do but survive, to hold those you love as close as you possibly can, you grow strong, knowing you’ve faced your worst nightmares again and again and you’re still standing.

This is the strength of Hawke. 

It is the strength that will overcome the Nightmare, as it has overcome so many (so impossibly many; so unfairly many) before. 

anonymous asked:

I read Honenuki got in through recommendation like todoroki and yaoyorozu why do you think he ended up in class B instead of A?

Oh, I’m pretty sure the sorting is somewhat casual - I say somewhat because I think the classes are made trying to keep the overall strength balanced between the two groups, but that’s about it? It’s not like class A is inherently better than class B just because they’re called “A”, it’s mentioned more than once during the story that the potential should be overall the same and the only difference is the battle experience class A has

Anon said: holy shit I lose my shit bc of that text of yours. I mean I knew already how the case was between Baku and Kiri, but it still hit my heart to read that all in one text. I’m so blessed welp X’D

I nearly cried while writing it so guess what you’re not alone anon we can cry together ( ձ ̥̥̥ ヘ ձ ̥̥̥ )

Anon said:  I started watching BNHA because I love your art and I wanted to understand it (came for Haikyuu!! stayed for everything) and oh wow I’m only 7eps in so far but I really like it!!!! Thank you! Your art is incredible keep up the good work! : D

AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

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It’s not like she was doing it purely out of curiosity.

(Yeah, right)

When the flowers arrive at the CatCo front desk and Winn has that look in his eye, Kara has a moment of dread before it turns to confusion as she reads the attached note asking her on a date… With no name.

Winn’s smirk turns to wide eyed panic as she stalks over with determination in her step, note in hand.

“Alright Winn, I know you know who sent this,” She stabs a finger at the note. “And you’re going to tell me, right now.”

He looks cornered, both hands up in the universal sign of ‘don’t hurt me’ (like I ever would, she thinks). However, looking fierce does have its benefits and secretly being Supergirl sure adds to that ticket.

To her surprise he doesn’t crack, most likely in part to the fact that James calls him over, citing the need of his ‘computer skills’. He shuffles past her, voicing about a thousand or so sorrys before making his escape.

He’s always been a terrible liar (just like her) and she knows, just KNOWS, he’s aware of who sent the flowers. And possibly why.

She’s grumpy as she finishes out her day in the busy newsroom, and by the time she gets home she’s thoroughly exhausted, collapsing heavily on the couch.

Of course that’s when someone decides to knock on the door.

And of course when she opens the door no one is there.

It’s by pure chance that she looks down before closing the door and sees the white box on the floor outside. With a frown she picks up the box and sees her name written (well, embossed) on the front. She peeks out of the apartment doorway one last time, scanning the hall, looking for any clues, anything to tell her what in the world is going on. Seeing nothing she retreats inside, shutting the door behind her.

She ends up sitting at the table just staring at it. Did she order something? If it weren’t for her name plainly on the front she would assume that it was a wrong delivery. She stares for another minute before telling herself to just open it. Not that she’s curious or anything. (she is.)

Burgundy. A lot of it.

She reaches inside and pulls the deep toned fabric out of the box. Unfolding it she see it’s… a dress?

Laying it out she realizes it’s a cocktail dress, figure-hugging with capped sleeves and geometric cutouts near where she guesses her collarbones would be. It’s brand new, she can tell by the tags still hanging off. Turning one she sees it’s in her size. Her brow furrows.

As she lifts it up to examine it further, a piece of paper flutters down, landing on the tabletop. Handwritten this time, but still not recognizable.

‘DRAGO, 8:30PM’

DRAGO, it’s a pretty upscale restaurant in the financial district, hence the cocktail dress. She warily smiles then ends up frowning. Someone has gone to a whole lot of trouble to ask her out and put this date together and she still has no clue who it is. This may not be such a good idea.

Glancing at the clock she sees the hands read 7:20. She turns back to the dress, debating for a few seconds before grabbing it off the table, heading the to the bathroom. Curiosity - 1, Kara - 0

Nearly an hour later she’s ready, sideswept hair in tight curls, glasses on, and makeup…well, as good as she can get it (she had a fierce battle with a mascara wand).

Looking at the clock again, she jumps at the time, hands reading 8:20 this time. There’s absolutely, impossibly no way she’s going to make it in time.


She shakes her head then runs to the window. Sometimes having powers can be useful in normal situations.

Landing in an alleyway near her destination, she does her best to salvage her hair while speed walking to the street.

Her first impression is how modern the place looks. As she stands inside looking around she realises she has no idea who she’s looking for. There’s an older couple talking to the man at the front so she slips past into the dinning area.

Smooth piano music fills her ears as she enters the area. Her eyes scan the chairs, looking for another clue, any sign at all of where she’s supposed to be. Her eyes dart back to the profile of a man sitting down at a table for two. Something about him seems familiar to her but his back is turned.

She walks straight over, touching his shoulder as she walks up and- 


Her mouth drops open a little bit in surprise which, after realising who it is, turns into a smile.

“Kara,” he says as he smiles warmly at her.

She sits down in the empty chair across from him.

“I didn’t know you would be here,” she says, still surprised. “Where’s Miss Tessmacher? Oh no! Am I stealing her seat?”

She cranes her neck, glancing around for the petite blonde she assumes will be making an appearance any moment.

He slightly frowns. “Why would she be here?”

She looks back at him, just as confused now.

“I, just thought- assumed- she was here wit-”

Her eyes glance down and that’s when she notices the Burgundy tie. Burgundy, like her dress.

She’s sure her mouth is completely hanging open this time.


Now he looks worried.

“Did I do something wrong? The internets-”

“Internet” she blurts out.

He takes a deep breath. “Right. The internet said women on Earth like mystery-”

“Wait, wait-” she gestures.

“-and romance during their dates,” he continues, leaning down behind the chair and grabbing something.

When he sits up and she sees what he’s holding, she immediately stops her wild gesturing.

He holds out to her a flower with a rich orange coloring and deep red flecks.

She knows that kind of flower. She has one just like it at home in her flower planter.

And she remembers another time when a flower was offered, cooking in her apartment, a flushed complexion, and the afternoon sun caressing his face

She wonders if he knows the flowers reminds her of the vast sky of Krypton. Of home.

When she doesn’t take it (she’s wrapped up in it, staring at it) he coughs nervously and continues.

“We were never going to be normal Kara. We’re both outsiders here. I know-” He shuffles, looking almost uncomfortable and she slowly reaches and holds onto the flower he still holding too. “I know I’m not the only one here who misses home.”

She lifts the flower from his hand, drawing it back slowly. He’s looking at her, more raw and vulnerable than she’s ever seen him.

And she remembers another time, a time of hurt, loneliness, and longing for home… and finding comfort in the middle of nowhere with a Daxamite, of all people. Of hands holding, and companionship that runs deep.

In a moment of impulsiveness she reaches out and clasps his hand with hers.

“I meant what I said,” she gives him a small smile. “I never want you to know how I felt, how I still feel sometimes, being alone.” She hopes he can feel how earnest she is.

He gives her a small smile in return. “And when I’m with you I don’t.”

There’s a pause. “I like you Kara,”

“I like you a lot.”

She can hear her heart rate speed up, and it’s like he’s staring into her soul.

He shakes his head smiling. “Which is crazy because we’re not even supposed to like each other.”

“We didn’t, not at first,” she says automatically. His words are not really sinking in yet, and she supposes they should…if he’s saying what she thinks he’s saying. (He is)

Unaware of her inner struggle he softly laughs. “No, I guess we didn’t. But as much as I didn’t like you, I did respect what you were doing. You lost everyone but you found meaning in your life. You showed me that there’s always a way. A better way. You’re showing all of us that.”

She’s shocked. Never has she heard him talk like this. Underneath the party-boy exterior she would never have guessed that there was all of this underneath.

“And honestly, you’re the only one who gets me, and understands how out of place I feel. Out of everyone on this planet, you were the one who found me. And I’m thankful for that.”

The air is charged with something. Something simmering below the surface. She feels it now. And the look on his face is one that she’s sure mirrors her own.

She looks at him again, more closely this time.

She doesn’t see him as a spoiled Daxamite. She sees a man, without a people and without a home. As lonely as she is. Someone who shares in pain and sorrow and understands.

Someone like her.

She never thought all the gifts and note were from him. She had no idea that his feelings for her were anything like this. The moment she figured it out, it was blindsiding.

But here in this moment, after all that’s been said, she realises with a slight shock that she doesn’t mind.

Instead, she feels something. A growing feeling in her chest that she hopes never goes away.

This feels like coming home.

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Sometimes curiosity gets the better of us, leading us down paths that should never be seen.

Other times, it leads to regrets, broken hearts and what could have been.

But sometimes it leads us through new doors to new beginnings. Or even discovering the true meaning of circumstances around us that we were too blind to see.

And sometimes, it leads two lost souls to connect, mends broken wings, and leads us down a path that we all hope for,

Our happy ending.

We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

            -American Pie by Don McLean

The water is cool on his burning feet as he wades into the swell, the waves hitting the shore with a faint roar.  It’s high afternoon and he should be home, taking care of Cora, but Laura cancelled an outing with friends at the last minute.  

“Women’s problems.  Go, have fun.”  She had said with a wave of her hand while curled on their chesterfield, a hot compress pressed to her belly, expression twisted in dismay.  

He should have  stayed anyway.  Laura seemed to be in a lot of pain, too much pain to handle a wily Cora, but he could hear the lake calling to him through their open window.  Derek figures he’s allowed to have fun, considering the amount of times he’s taken over caring for Cora when Laura wanted to go to the movies. And so, Derek finds himself with a free afternoon and nothing to do.

The water moves like it breathes, in and out, echoing the whim of the conifer needles, the leaves, the branches on the trees surrounding the breaker walls. This land will always hold a special place in his heart.  

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You and Me (I Can’t Keep My Eyes Off Of You)

Pairing: Barry/Iris

Rated T

Words: 4.602

Summary: An alternate ending to 2x22. A much happier ending. A continuation of the dinner scene. Barry and Iris can’t keep their eyes off each other and that proves problematic when they aren’t the only ones at the table. 

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What do you say you and I give this a shot?

How on earth is she supposed to do turn that down? Not like she wants to in the first place. But the way he’s grinning at her, the way he’s so damn happy in this moment has her agreeing, smiling back at him.

Yeah I’d like that.

She really does like that idea. It’s all she wanted for a while, but things keep getting in the way. And she knows there’s never going to be a right time, Zoom may be gone for the moment, but he’ll be back. And right now she thinks they should be allowed to have some happiness, to make most of the time they have right now before things inevitably go to shit.

Wally walks over to the table and she clears her throat reluctantly moving away from Barry to pretend to fix the placemat in front of her. It’s not like she’s trying to hide what’s going on between her and Barry, it’s more of the fact that they haven’t put a label on what they are yet and she doesn’t want everyone in their business. Though there’s a part of her that has a feeling her friends and family are picking up on the change in their relationship.

Soon Jesse and her father are joining them at the table. She pays no attention to the conversation Wally and Jesse are having, instead she glances over at Barry, noticing the way his eyes are lingering on her and she can’t hide the smile on her face, especially when she sees his eyes travel to her back and she just knows that he’s enjoying the opening on the back of her dress. Smirking to herself she turns her head to him catching him in the act, raising an eyebrow at him silently asking him, like what you see? In response he rubs the back of his neck looking away from her. She’s aware that Joe is watching them and she ducks her head down as well, straightening the silverware once again. She needs something to do; otherwise she won’t be able to stop looking at Barry.

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I’m still overwhelmed by the response to my first list, so I decided to do the same thing for February! Since I’ve been at the hospital for such a long time, I’ve had sooooo much time to kill and I’ve spent it reading fanfiction. I’m awesome, I know.

If you want to see more of my recommendations, visit my fic rec page or my bookmarks!

the lunch table configuration by thepsychicclam | 16677words

When Isaac makes Derek switch lunch tables, the last thing Derek expected was to fall for Stiles.

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw | 68991words

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

i want to say all those things that would be better unsaid by aeneapsych | 24552words

Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line.

Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow.

“One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”

Je t'aime by CookieNoNuts | 17652 words

Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him. 

Kings of the Moonlight by thelogicoftaste | 149136 words

Derek is the newly single father to his only son, Isaac Argent Hale, and he finds himself having to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills to escape the insanity of his ex. It’s in the middle of all this upheaval, the crazy mess that his life has become that he meets Stiles. 

I’ll Be Seeing You by thesychicclam | 81489 words

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

Closer Than Most by Finduilas (finally finished!) | 46978 words

Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.

Love Is Just A Game by obrienbutt | WIP

Derek and Stiles are both Gamers on YouTube. Fans want them to work together. They get exactly what they asked for.

Jump Then Fall by linksofmemories | WIP

“Um, my name is Stiles. Are you Derek Hale?”

“Yes,” and now he just sounded ticked off. “Why are you calling?”

“I, uh, saw your website,” Stiles said, gesturing toward the laptop even though he didn’t know why. “You know, about the sex thing. And you’re a Dom and stuff… and I would like you to dominate me, please.”

The Feeling That I’m Under by wearing_tearing |  WIP

Stiles is a paramedic and Derek gets into a bike accident.

It’s kind of love at first sight.

Here’s My Hand if You’ll Take It by Vendelin | 10740 words

When Stiles is away at college, he realises that he’s in love with Derek. He also realises that he doesn’t exactly have the qualities an alpha needs in a mate. Boyfriend. Whatever. So he decides to change, with a little help from Martha Stewart. It’s just that Stiles isn’t all that great when it comes to tending to the betas, baking or cleaning. But maybe he doesn’t have to be.

Out of His League by Scikopathik | 11040words

Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

In which Stiles is a personal trainer, and Derek is the shortstop for the LA Dodgers.

Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose | 59753  words

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday 21004words

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

 Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

Keys and Christmas Lights by Kru | 5343 words

Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body. He felt this long fingers slipping out of his hair, stroking his skin with the same rhythm as Stiles’ biting into his lips. They ran gently through his shoulder, causing an involuntary shiver when finally slipped between Derek’s thighs, drawing him even closer to Stiles’ hot body. 

“I knew…” Stiles said between one kiss and the other, “I knew you don’t like candles,” he whispered in a hurry. Stopping for a moment, he added with a warm huff, “So I used Christmas lights instead.”

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone | 7799 words

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”

Derek raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.

Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.” 

violets are blue by HalfFizzbin  | 2759 words

Derek the super cranky florist delivery guy (it’s the family business!) and Stiles the underemployed, overeducated, bored as fuck receptionist. and obviously Stiles works with Allison, whose besotted fiance is always sending her flowers.

With helpless crushes, stealthy pizza dates, Jenga, and overly-subtle declarations of intent.

John Hughes Did Not Direct My Life by nascentgalaxies | 48666 words

Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

This week's Tumblr Ficlet Rec (I have literally no clue how to call it) is tumblweedblr’s writing tag - seriously, check it out!


A/N: Sooo… warnings for abductions, threats, fear of death? I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt them. It just… happened.



A week had gone by since her visit to professor Hicks’s office and nothing had changed. Evergreen was still top of all their classes.

Okay, almost all their classes. Somehow he managed to be the absolute worst in the class Ethics for Demonologists: a Moral Approach to Summoning. How unsurprising. If there was an award for Most Likely To Become A Cult Leader After Graduating, Evergreen was a shoe-in for it.

Why wasn’t he expelled yet? Making a deal with a demon to gain his knowledge was an obviously unfair advantage and he should at least get some kind of punishment!

Elisabeth Adams was fuming all through Contract Negotiation. This class session they had to come up with fictional deals and give eachother feedback, and that damn Evergreen and his buddy Strange managed to find a loophole in hers. She wanted to slap that grin off Evergreen’s face.

She was done waiting. She stayed behind after class and confronted professor Hicks as soon as the other students had left.

“Have you spoken to Evergreen yet?” she asked.

Hicks seemed puzzled. “Spoken to Mr Evergreen? About what?”

“About his deal with Alcor the Dreambender.”

A strange expression twisted Hicks’s face. It came and went so quickly Elisabeth would have thought it was her imagination, if she ever had been in the habit of doubting herself.

Hicks blinked and then smiled pleasantly. “Sorry, my mind was elsewhere for a moment. What were we talking about again?”

Elisabeth could scream.

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anonymous asked:

give me some hope please. the fan that was at the filiming location give some random tweets about lexa destiny, when we asked about it she said it was more complicated and that she didn't saw her dying but its not sure about lexa's mortality, also the vine about eliza and alicia huggin; eliza crying. what do you think of that? cloud lexa get trapped in the City of lights? thank you.

FIRST!!! Please don’t read if there is a chance I am right. I don’t want to spoil something on accident due to my over analyzing and theorizing. This would be spoiling season 3 and the storyline for season 4 (if it is rooted in some type of truth).

So, I looked over some stuff that was said about the ‘hug’ and a few vague things. Let me first start off with…what I am about to theorize might not be what you want to hear. HOWEVER, just a reminder that we have no clue what actually went down and I am by no means right. Do not take this as what is actually going to happen. Please don’t panic. I am just basing this off of future story telling possibilities, past seasons, parallels, and just a few leaked things. Lexa isn’t dead…it’s just…ummm…complicated. 

First, let me start off with a question I have been asking myself: what happens to the people IN The City of Light when they destroy the source that is creating it? If they destroy ALIE, are the people lost mentally on this other plane while their bodies are in the real reality? If this link to both realities is severed (ALIE killed) how will they find their people and this plane to bring them back? Well, ALIE isn’t the only link. Clarke and Lexa are another link. They are able to be connected between these two realities due to their ‘real human connection’. 

If this was indeed the ‘final scene’ we have to think about where they can go with story for a season 4. You also have to look back on the previous season to see what they could parallel in these last moments. One thing that they could parallel is that of choice and sacrifice. They could possibly have Lexa chose to sacrifice herself being the inside ‘link’ to the City of Light while Clarke is the outside ‘link’. So, in the finale the end could be nearing and the final moments are building up to killing ALIE; however, Abby, Kane and a few others that Clarke loves are still trapped in The City of Light. If Clarke is drawn back fully into the real reality they won’t be able to find this ‘virtual reALIty’ because there is no more link. Clarke wants to stay, “No, I have to save them” but Lexa sees that Clarke is too weak from a wound that she might have suffered. So, Lexa goes in her place. 

Lexa knows how much Clarke’s people mean to her. “Well, what do you want?” “Nothing. My people back. I can’t think past today.” If Abby is one of those people that are trapped inside The City of Light, Clarke will NOT leave her. Remember, Clarke ran back for Abby before the bombing of TonDC – she draws the line at Abby. We then see that Lexa draws the line at Clarke and that what she meant by “not everyone, not you.” So, Lexa goes in Clarke’s place to get “our people back”. Clarke is Lexa’s person and the Skaikru in turn are her people too. Maybe there was a scene in Vancouver of Clarke and Lexa being dragged away from each other or Lexa collapsing after she takes the ‘thing’ that takes her to The City of Light. At the end of season 2 Lexa left the Sky People to be slaughtered by the Mountain Men because she had no better option. She chose her head over her heart. This last moment Lexa is choosing her heart over her head. Will it be her undoing? or will it lead to rescuing the people trapped in The City of Light? “Salvation comes at a price” –Kane  

I think that starting season 3 off with showing the Dropship bracelet (on Niylah’s wrist) is going to foreshadow quite a few things. One, it will reference Clarke’s dialogue she said while painting in her prison cell about “The ground, that’s the dream. This is reality. Reality sucks.” This will be used to show how the real reality was Clarke’s prison but then she realizes that it is far from it. The City of Light is the new ‘prison cell’ that is disguised as a place of freedom and peace. The other parallel will be that the delinquents were ‘plugged into’ a computer system with the bracelets, just like how the people in The City of Light are ‘plugged into’ a virtual reality. Honestly, rewatch the Pilot and see JUST how many parallels you can draw. You can draw the parallels between Abby telling Clarke, “Your instincts will tell you to take care of everybody else first, just like your father, but be careful. I can’t lose you, too. I love you so much.” Think about this being the reason why Lexa decides to be the ‘inside link’ to The City of Light. Clarke is hurt and probably won’t survive if she stays. Lexa loves Clarke. She told Clarke “Love is weakness” and she was partly true. Love is what is making her sacrifice herself so that Clarke will survive, but love is also a strength; it is Clarke and Lexa’s love that is the link that will save the people lost in The City of Light. 

So, why is Eliza wiping tears away after she is hugging Alycia? Well, because she probably just shot an emotional scene where Clarke was crying due to the woman she LOVES sacrificing herself to save THEIR people. Clarke might say “You could die, Lexa” and then Lexa could say “death is not the end”, trying to comfort Clarke in their last moments together…not knowing if they will see each other again. They might both exchange “May we meet again’s” and then BOOM! they are separated when ALIE is destroyed. Maybe Lexa’s body is crumpled on the ground in front of Clarke as her mind is trapped in The City of Light. Then, they called ‘cut’ and if this was a wrap for Alycia on season 3, that would explain everyone hugging. However, Lexa isn’t dead. She is in The City of Light and next season Clarke is going to try to figure out how to get everyone out of this virtual dimension. I theorized that Clarke was forced to go to The City of Light and that is why she is in her s1 outfit and not in ‘modern’ clothes. If Lexa goes to The City of Light willingly…does that change their ability to connect between realities? With this finale there will be so many question about season 4, Clexa, and Lexa. 

Additionally, you know how this show loves it’s ‘grander messages’? Season 4 could be about “what does it mean to be alive?” This season could address the issues surrounding life support, organ donations, etc. and when is a person really dead? Is it brain death? is it when the body stops functioning? If Lexa and the others that are lost in ‘The City of Light’’s bodies are still alive but their minds are not ‘here’…are they alive or dead? As mentioned, we would see the conflict of the grounder reincarnation traditions and them come into question about if the commander’s spirit has left Lexa’s body or if it is still there.

This ending would set up multiple things that could happen during season 4. You will have a scenario where Lexa is perceived as ‘dead’ but not ‘dead’ and you will see how the Trikru will chose a new leader. How will they navigate this ‘in between’ of Lexa not being dead but still have their beliefs of reincarnation? Will Clarke have to protect Lexa’s body that is on THIS plane from the Trikru who believe her body must die in order to have a new leader? Will conflict arise out of this? Clarke is protecting Lexa’s body to be the link and because she loves her. Lexa being “dead” would also set of the storyline of choosing a new Coalition Commander. I theorized that maybe Ontrai might be the new Ice Nation Queen if Nia dies in season 3…so, could the Ice Nation become the new Commander of the Coalition? Or some other clan leader could be? Is there even a Coalition anymore? There are countless other things that “Lexa’s death” would set up for some brilliant storytelling, without Lexa ACTUALLY being dead. Therefore, they could retain the audience members that only watch the show because of Clexa/Lexa while still having the ‘effects’ of her death creating HUGE ripples in the story. 

Let me just add on to this: The City of Light is A LIE. It is even in the name ‘The City of Lie-tuh’. It was created by ALIE who is ArtificiaL IntelligencE. The City of Light is an alternate reALIty that is disguised a place of real peace. A place that the Skaikru will “believe is real peace” (a quote from 3x01). But, it is not it is a City of Lies. It is a prison created by ALIE to control the human population so that they do not repeat history (this is my theory). The humans live in the real world but are in this digital reality that is on top of the real reality. What is real and what is not is symbolized by the light on top of the Polis tower. Light vs LIE-tuh. The Polis tower has a burning light that is REAL; Polis is a real place in the real REALity. 

Okay, let me reiterate that I HAVE no clue what is going to happen. Don’t base this theory off of my other ones being right. This is just a theory to show how you have to take into account what they could do for a 4th season with what happens in the finale. Additionally, you have to look at the themes of The 100 about saving your people, sacrifice, etc. that could be paralleled. Additionally, if Jason doesn’t know if they can get Alyica back for the majority of season 4, this would we a viable solution for her being alive off screen. 

Revival Fic

OK. I did it. I wrote the thing, and I’m posting the thing. Be nice. Be gentle. I’m very scared right now, and I’ve half a mind to just delete the whole thing in the morning. Because nothing’s permanent on the Internet, right? :-) 


Scully followed the winding driveway to the house, and pulled into her old spot. For most of the time that she had lived here, they’d only had one car. “I’m not going anywhere,” Mulder always said. Once he’d finally gotten a car, Scully had still parked hers closer to the house. It made it for an easier slog through the snow when she had to go to work in winter. Eight months later, Mulder still refused to park his car in her spot. “I’m a creature of habit,” he said.

She grabbed the things out of the trunk. Three bags of groceries, one bag of takeout, and an overnight bag. As she made her way into the house, she took stock of its condition. <That step sounds creaky. He should try to nail it down this weekend. The paint will last at least another summer. That tree is growing too close to the house, a good windstorm will drop a branch on the roof and the damage will be astronomical.> She didn’t receive her mail here anymore, but Mulder still lived here, and that made it home.

Scully knocked twice on the front door, then used her key to let herself in. “Keep it,” he’d said that morning as they stood by her U-Haul. He’d said other things that awful morning. “We can work this out,” and “Are you sure you want to do this?” She hadn’t been sure, but she’d known she couldn’t stay. 

Mulder wasn’t in the living room. She dropped the overnight bag by the front door and carried the rest of her bags to the kitchen. The place was what they’d used to refer to as ‘Mulder-clean.’ It wasn’t dusted and the floor was a little grimy, but there weren’t dirty dishes everywhere and the counters weren’t stacked with empty containers. He must have had a good week, she mused. She opened the fridge and checked. All the fruit she’d purchased last week was eaten, and the milk was almost gone. A few tupperware containers were still stacked on the bottom shelf, but they had moved from where she’d placed them last Friday. He was eating. Another good sign.

After unloading her groceries, she headed to the study. She made sure her footsteps were heavy and she paused outside the door to knock again before pushing the door open.

“Hey Scully,” Mulder said, turning around to face her.

“How are you, Mulder?” Scully asked, doing a quick assessment herself. Hair combed, shaved, clothes look fresh, no weight lost, shoes match. Overall diagnosis: Healthy.

“Just peachy.” He cracked a sunflower seed between his teeth.

“Place looks nice.”

“I heard a pretty doctor was coming over for dinner. I wanted to impress her to see if I could try and get lucky.”

She smirked. “I didn’t tell you I was coming over for dinner.”

“It’s Friday, isn’t it? I suppose that also means my kitchen is stocked with all 5 food groups? But I’ll still have to go to the store for soda and chips for the game on Sunday?”

“I brought you beet chips a month ago. You still haven’t opened them.”

“Those are not chips. Regular chips should sue those cardboard monstrosities for defamation and slander for calling themselves chips.”

“They’re delicious. And healthy.”

He waved her comments away and stood up, heading for the kitchen. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Thai. We’ll have to microwave it, it took a while to drive here from the restaurant.”

“Was that all the way in Charlottesville?” At her nod, he shook his head. “You didn’t need to drive that far just for dinner.”

“I’m not eating at that terrible ‘Asian Cuisine’ place in town ever again. I’ll drive to Thailand before I eat here again.”

Mulder followed her into the kitchen and helped her load the food into the microwave safe dishes she’d bought him. “If you have a car that can drive to Thailand, you wouldn’t have to keep working at Our Lady My Lady. You’d be a rich entrepreneur who could do TED Talks and motivational speeches everywhere.”

“Our Lady of Sorrows, and I’d like to think I’d still work even with a large financial windfall. Don’t mix the peanuts into the Pad Thai until after you’ve heated up the noodles. They were very specific at the restaurant.”

“Oops,” he grinned as he poured the peanuts into the bowl and stirred. She rolled her eyes and turned towards the microwave. What were a few burned peanuts?


Scully curled up on her side of the bed. It wasn’t her side of the bed anymore, she supposed, but it still felt like it. When they’d been on the run, no matter how many different motels they’d stayed at, she always slept to Mulder’s right. They’d do well on the green card test if they ever had to prove that their marriage was true love. She knew all the answers: he liked Crest; his toothbrush was green, but the one before this one was purple; he wore pajama bottoms but hated wearing a shirt to bed; and he preferred sex with her on top. 

Just because you know everything about a person doesn’t mean you can live with them.

“Do you still sleep on your side of the bed?” Mulder asked, as if he knew her thoughts.

She didn’t answer right away. She knew where this conversation was going. It was where it went every Friday night.

“I still sleep on my side of the bed.” He whispered.

She bit back the retort that towards the end she’d had the bed to herself anyway. At first, she’d feel him crawling in beside her hours after she’d gone to bed. But then she’d wake in the morning to find he’d spent the entire night in the study, and come home after long hours at the hospital to see him still at the computer.

“Come home, Scully,” he said, his fingers drawing circles on her forearm, climbing up her arm.

I can’t, she thought. I can’t watch you obsess about every conspiracy theory on the internet. I can’t watch you not take care of yourself, falling apart because there’s a new invasion date, or at least so says zyf483 on the reddit group you checked out last night.

“A lot of the time I don’t even sleep up here anymore.”

Scully tensed. Was he not sleeping? Had she missed the signs? She had been watching him all evening; he’d seemed rested.

“Easy there soldier,” he teased. “I’m still sleeping. Just not here. I don’t like sleeping alone up here anymore.”

That’s why the sofa hadn’t been covered in papers and debris. She berated herself for missing that clue.

“You don’t need to conduct wellness checks every time you come over Scully. I’m really doing a lot better than when… when you left.”

She nodded. “I worry,” was all she could get out.

“if you want to worry less, you could move back in and see me every day.”

She shook her head.

“Talk to me, Scully.”

Still looking at the ceiling, she reached for his hand. Interlacing her fingers with his, she took a slow breath.

“I miss you,” she whispered.

“I never left,” he answered.

“Yes you did,” she shot back without thinking.

20 years together had taught her a lot about him. She felt his hurt as his fingers loosened their grip, as his breath hitched just an extra moment o the inhale, as he worried the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

But she wouldn’t apologize. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, but she wasn’t going to apologize for the truth.

“I miss you too,” Mulder admitted.

“This is where I want to be,” she told him. “In this house, in this bed, with you next to me. And I have faith that in the end, this is where my path will lead me.”

He rolled over so his face was buried in her neck.  “I believe you,” he told her collarbone.

for castielsbunnie- who wanted deancas and artist!dean

Castiel fiddles with the note in his hand as he waits in the coffee shop, unfolding it so he can read it for what feels like the hundredth time since he was given it last week. His eyes scan it, his fingertips gliding over the scrawls and crossed out words.

‘Hi, I’m Dean Winchester an artist and I was wondering whether you would okay with your face being used be interested in being a model for one of my portfolios that will be put up in a local art gallery. You’ll be paid for having your body face used (I’ll discuss the fees with you in person). If you’re interested at all, call me- Dean W.’

He lets his fingertip glide across the phone number and not for the first time, he wonders whether he’s doing the right thing meeting this person. He blames his pure curiosity, it’s always gotten him into trouble. As soon as the barrister had placed the note onto the table, saying ‘some guy’ had asked her to give it to him, Cas had been completely intrigued in the whole matter. He’d at first thought it would be some eye rolling chat up line like he’d gotten in the past but the note had been nothing he could have imagined. When he’d read the note in that crowded coffee shop, he’d been swallowed up by the mystery of it all. All day, he’d felt the note in his jeans pocket, calling out to him, begging him for attention. By the end of the first day, he’d been dialling the number.

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Niall’s breathing harshly through his nose when he reaches the spot—an exact parallel of that Tuesday one year ago.

Red cheeks that reach the tip of his hairline, sweaty palms from his jittery hands, a pressure caught between his throat and chest that’s making it painfully hard for the air to remain in his tired lungs—it’s all strangely familiar.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there, I have a prompt I'm wondering if could bring to life? We all know Cas does not respect boundaries, as we saw in Hunteri Heroeci when he was going through Dean's bags. Can you write a short fic where Dean discovers that Cas has looked through his phone, slept in his bed, done his laundry, etc? I don't know whether I'm being specific enough. Thanks :)

Originally posted by cassandralallorona

Post Amara problem and Lucifer possession.

If asked, Castiel could actually tell you when it started. The ‘why’ of it was harder. But he could definitely answer ‘when’. He didn’t get asked ‘when’, though. He got asked ‘why’.

He struggled to find the words to make his actions make sense when viewed through the eyes of another.

It had started after Castiel had been released from Lucifer’s possession, after Amara and God made peace and found a balance with each other, the world had been saved yet again.

Dean and Sam had insisted Cas stay home while they go on a hunt, that of all of them, he had the greatest right to some downtime- with the bonus of being their backup if they needed to call him for research purposes.

Cas had fought, movements agitated and restless.

Dean put his hands on Cas’ shoulders. “Cas.” The angel stilled, meeting his eye. Dean smiled and slid his hands down to rest on Cas’ biceps, and Castiel had a moment to wonder if the motion was meant to be soothing, because it worked. “You took one for the team. You took a big one for the team, that neither of us expected or would have ever asked you to. And, which, I am still mad at you for, but it’s partially our fault as well, so ignore that bit, but you did it.” He squeezed gently, eyes warm. “Let us take care of you for a bit and know you’re safe, okay? In case you missed it, something always seems to trying to take you away- in a permanent sense. That’s not gonna fly well with me.” He hesitated, dropping both his hands and his gaze. “Losing you never has.”

Castiel relented quietly, reaching out to give Dean’s wrist a squeeze, before offering a small smile and moving away down the corridor.

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resplandeciendo-deactivated2014  asked:

Hi! :) As an intermediate Spanish learner, what is the best way to read in Spanish? I've heard reading was one of the best ways to improve fluency, but I'm not sure *how*! Do 1) I read a paragraph, then go back and translate it into English? 2)Read solely in Spanish, even though I might not understand everything (but learn to rely on Spanish, rather English)? Or 3) translate EVERYTHING into English the instant I read a word? Furthermore, should I read more for fun or for vocabulary? Thanks!

Okay. Well… Take all of this with a grain of salt, as the way one person learns is not the way everyone learn. And some methods may work best for others, but be the worst for someone else.

#1 is good if you want to practice your fluency in terms of reading comprehension. It’s probably good for people transitioning from beginner to intermediate, but maybe not so great for intermediate-advanced. The reason is that ideally the end goal is for you to read and understand in Spanish without having to translate it so much. But that being said, this method will help you understand longer stretches of information. If this works for you, do it. And as you get better and faster with it, do multiple paragraphs, and only translate when you feel like you’ve missed the meaning.

#2 is the endgoal of intermediate-advanced and just advanced in general. It’s not really an option for someone who has more limited vocabulary because it would be too confusing and too many holes would be left. 

#3 is the tactic for beginners. These are people who need to translate things in their minds because they don’t have the skills yet to do without it. In addition, these are people who know only every other word - which is totally understandable - and because it’s very start-and-stop, it takes longer. This tactic is very frustrating for people on the whole, because it depends on your ability to know what someone is saying.

So, my suggestion, and how I was taught to learn read during the intermediate phase was to read with a notebook and a dictionary (WordReference probably).

  • As you read, don’t try and translate anything yet.
  • Read it once and see if you can understand the meaning.
  • As you go, make a mark over the words or phrases that you don’t know. And write them down.
  • If they’re verbs, make a note of what tense they are because this helps you identify the tone it should be read in
  • Also mark grammar that you don’t totally understand.
  • For me I wrote a check mark on words I didn’t get, I underlined an expression (more than just one word, I mean), and I double underlined something grammatical that I’d never seen before.
  • When you’re done, see if you understood what was said. Talk it out to yourself and see how well you understood what was asked, or write it down.
  • Then go through your word list and find the definitions.
  • Finding the definitions for expressions might be more difficult because you might end up having to deal with multiple words or something that doesn’t translate literally. Just do your best in that case.
  • For grammar you haven’t seen yet, maybe ask your teacher or try and find information online. You don’t necessarily need to know the intricacies of the tense, but enough to know what you should be thinking it means.
  • Then read the text again. See if you understood it better. You don’t need to make notes on it unless you still really are lost, in which case, I would write a ? on it and ask your teacher (if you’re studying formally)
  • And when you’re done reading, see if you understood more than you did the first time and make note of things that you understand now that you didn’t before.

Another thing I used to do was I would write things in the book to get used to what tense or whatever was being used.

So, I would draw a square around preterite, and circle imperfect.

I would write “subj” for subjunctive, and “impsubj” for imperfect subjunctive.

I would write DO for direct object, and ID for indirect object.

Another thing that helped was to differentiate “rfx” reflexive, “DO” and “ID”.

Ideally what will happen is that this starts to no longer be required. When you get more and more advanced, you start to be able to identify things without needing to strain too long. And you get used to the different tenses and grammar information so you  no longer have to make notes.

But I still make a mark on words I don’t recognize so I can look them up later.

The end goal is really to be able to read pages and pages and pages like a native speaker and not worry so much about words you don’t know, unless you can’t figure them out by the context clues.

Especially things like the names of plants or the names of diseases, which are more specialized, it helps to be able to think “it’s a flower” or “they’re talking about a disease” and move on.

The problem with translating EVERYTHING, especially word-for-word, is that sometimes the individual words aren’t completely relevant to the story. You could easily end up getting hung up over words that don’t make a difference in the story if you’re not careful.

EDIT: You should be reading for both. Fun always trumps vocab though. If you’re not enjoying what you’re reading, then it takes twice as long. Ideally, you find a story you really enjoy that teaches you some new things. And even if it doesn’t, then it means that you knew the words in the book and that’s an accomplishment by itself.

Does anyone else have any suggestions or ideas?