they find new ways to lie

  hey guys, just thought i’d whip together a list of some of my favourite authors most motivational   quotes. i especially love using these in bullet journal spreads. hope everyone is having a wonderful new year!            


          oscar wilde 

  “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” 

  “always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much” 

  “with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” 

  “to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance” 

  “be yourself; everyone else is already taken” 

  “to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all” 

  “it is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it" 

  "you can never be overdressed or overeducated” 

  “yes: i am a dreamer. for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”


          fyodor dostoyevsky

   "there is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it" 

  “power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare” 

  “happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it” 

  “the cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month”

  “to live without hope is to cease to live” 


         james joyce 

  “i am tomorrow, or some future day, what i establish today. i am today what i established yesterday or some previous day” 

  “a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors… are the portals of discovery” 

  “he found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible” 

  “life is the great teacher” 


         charles dickens 

  “the sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on” 

  “there are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”“a loving heart is the truest wisdom” 

  “i ask only to be free. the butterflies are free” 

  “we forge the chains we wear in life” 

  “an idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” 

  “no one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else” 


         franz kafka 

  “start with what is right, rather than with what is acceptable” 

  “anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old” 

  “logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live” 

  “a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us” 

  “believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made” 

  “my ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me” 


         ivan turgenev 

  “we sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars” 

  “if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin” 

  “time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes crawls like a worm, but people may be unusually happy when they do not even notice if time has gone quickly or slowly” 

  “don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself- the whole savour of life lies in that” 

  “we’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves” 


         george orwell 

  “happiness can exist only in finding acceptance" 

  "the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection” 

  “freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear” 


         victor hugo 

  “laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face” 

  “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” 

  “curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery” 

  “to learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark” 

  “to love beauty is to see light” 

  “adversity makes men” 

  “our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds” 

  “there is nothing like a dream to create the future” 

  “all the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come”

  “perseverance, secret of all triumphs”

Being In A Long Term Relationship With Tom Hiddleston Would Include

MASTER LIST

A long term relationship with Tom Hiddleston includes….

  • Him constantly trying to get you out of the press’s attention.
  • Calling you “Darling” or “Sweetheart” really slowly when he’s frustrated with you.
  • Him thinking you’re going to parties and banquets with him without actually inviting you.
  • You making new dinners to keep things interesting but always ruining them in some way but Tom will give you a white lie saying he loves it and wants you to make it again.
  • Him coming home late and finding you on the couch passed out in only his shirt.
  • Him sending you little love gestures while on camera.
  • He’ll always ask for your opinion before making a decision.
  • Every time you see some girl looking at Tom you’ll grab his hand, kiss his cheek or even lean closer to him even though you two are in a committed relationship.
  • And Tom won’t realize girls are staring at him but he’ll automatically notice your affectionate actions and return the favor with a kiss on the forehead, tug of your hair or holding you by the waist.
  • Tom will tickle your feet sometimes in the morning when you’re still asleep and he wants attention.
  • You’ll get into a fight with someone and he’ll have to literally drag you away so the police don’t have to hang cuff you.
  • If Tom’s about to get into a fight you would stand closely in front of him and whisper begging words for him to come home with you. He’ll of course go and take his anger out on you in a more enjoyable way. ;)
  • He’ll talk highly of you at all times.
  • You’ll talk romantically about him all the time.
  • You family asking for you to get his autograph for them.
  • His parents will keep bugging Tom about a certain question.
  • Tom would nod to his lap and you straddle him instantly knowing he likes you irrationally close.
  • You will make rude but funny England jokes around him, you do it so much that he gets all sad and starts pouting. Then you would spend the rest of the day being a lovey-dovey girlfriend.

This is my first time going something like this so tell me… good… bad? Should I do it again or no? Let me know! If you want me to do another one give me some ideas!

q&a: Kieran

princekierz said:

Hi Cassie. This is about Lady Midnight, not Lord of Shadows, so I may be a little late but anyway. People who hate Kieran are constantly bringing up the fact that he tried to convince Mark that he being with his family again wasn’t real in that note he sent him and I really can’t understand why he did it? What was the true purpose of that note? Can you please tell me? I love Kieran, and I don’t like when people are unfair with him. Thank you.

That’s interesting – I have to admit it never really occurred to me people would be confused by what that note meant/was about. The below contains spoilers but not major ones, so skip if you are avoiding even mild spoilers.

First I should say it’s fine to dislike a character. There is no character I have written or read about that someone hasn’t disliked for some reason. If that character is in a love triangle, multiply that by 100,000,0000000. (That may not be a real number but you get the point.) I’ve been thinking a lot about liking and disliking characters and the act of reading with empathy, which I will get to more at the end of this essay. Right now I’m just going to talk about what that note meant, and the way in which Kieran is a complicated sort of character generally.

We read for lots of reasons. To see our own experience reflected (a “mirror” reading experience) and also to see experiences that are not ours. (A “window” experience.) One of the interesting things about seeing the judgements of Kieran is the expectation that he is meant to act like a mundane human being (one who has dutifully read not just many relationship-help tomes but also all the Shadowhunter books – thanks, Kieran! – and is well acquainted with the Blackthorns despite never having met them). At very least, he is expected to act like a Shadowhunter, and not at all like a Faerie – despite the fact that a Faerie is what he is, and as a Faerie, he is not like us. He does not have typical human cultural beliefs about love (in good and bad ways), or commitment — he doesn’t mind at all whether Mark has sex with other people — or what promises mean, or what is personal space (a ridiculous idea to a Faerie.)

Mostly what I’ve seen complaint-wise about Kieran is that he is manipulative, which is true only to the extent that he has grown up in Faerie, where everyone is manipulative. Because they cannot lie, they have created a complex society of misdirection and manipulation and Kieran, growing up as Prince, would have been raised in the heart of that. He would know no other way to behave, and indeed has only been learning, slowly, different human patterns of behavior. He is actually really terrible at being manipulative — not a patch on Julian, for instance — and mostly he is neither good at it nor does it that often. But we can certainly look at what he has done.

So, on to the note and the vague six words it contains. (I don’t really understand what “he tried to convince Mark that he being with his family again wasn’t real” means, because Mark was obviously with his family and not, say, on a balloon tour of Cappadocia. I don’t think even the Seelie Queen would have tried to convince him otherwise, because that is not manipulation, that is waving your arms around yelling “Mark! They’re dosing you with PCP! That’s not really Ty! It’s a huge bunny!“ which is not going to work and nobody would reasonably think it would.) So I’m just going to gather that some sinister goal is being implied here and talk about why Kieran did send the note.

Remember that none of this is real. Why did Kieran say that? Because he was worried about Mark and thought it was the truth. Not for another reason. I gather there is an assumption that the phrase "remember that none of this is real” is somehow about Mark’s family, but it wasn’t. If Kieran had wanted to say “don’t trust your family” or whatever, he would have said that. The note was about the entire world of the Nephilim. Nor was it anything Kieran didn’t entirely think was true.

Nor was he entirely wrong.

Kieran was cast out of the King’s court because he was well-liked and the King saw him as a threat. He spent his years in the Wild Hunt with Mark watching as Mark’s heart broke every single night when he counted out his family’s names on the stars. He felt Mark’s agony when Mark saw Simon, and thought Simon had come to bring him back to the Nephilim, only to find out the Shadowhunters had abandoned him like garbage. Experiencing the agony of someone you love is worse than experiencing your own. After living through the horror of Mark’s despair and crushing loss, is it particularly surprising that Kieran might be wary of Mark getting attached to his family again only to be ripped away from them again – which is in fact what pretty much everyone in Lady Midnight thought was going to happen? Like, nobody thought this majorly fuckerated offer from the Fair Folk was likely to have a good outcome? Julian was terrified what it meant for the kids and thought it might be better if Mark had never come back? Kieran is unlikely to have a more positive view of the kindliness and honestly of the Clave (or the Courts of Fae) than Julian does.

Here is what Kieran knows to be fact:

Shadowhunters hate Faeries.

Mark was abandoned by his people. The Nephilim, certainly, his family, perhaps. Kieran knows they never tried to get in touch with Mark, and he is unaware of the Blackthorns’ complicated circumstances, that they were forbidden to look for Mark, and that they needed to protect Helen. There is no way he would know about those things, unless he had read the books. (Read the books, Kieran!).

He knows the Shadowhunters have enacted the Cold Peace, a series of racist laws punishing Faeries. He knows Mark will be in danger from this.

He has no reason not to think that when Mark is returned to the world of the Nephilim, using his family as bait, they won’t chop his damn head off.

That is what Kieran is urging Mark not to think is real. Nephilim promises. The idea that he will be safe outside Faerie in the Shadowhunter world. And Kieran is not exactly wrong either. We are all glad that Mark is back with his family….and if the Cohort gets into power they might chop his damn head off. Maybe he would have been better off back in the Wild Hunt.

Kieran can’t lie – and he can’t lie in writing either. He said what he said in his note because he was frightened for Mark, and he wanted him to stay safe. In no way did he mean “Your family doesn’t love you,” because if he thought that, he would actually have said it at some point, ever, rather than being incredibly vague in a note that, since he has never said anything remotely like “Your family doesn’t love you” to Mark, Mark would find incomprehensible. Mark understands the note perfectly, because the idea that Nephilim as a group are not trustworthy is not new to him nor is it a huge surprise Kieran would feel that way. (There’s also a lot of numinous stuff to get into about what real and unreal means to faeries, in a magical sense, but there’s no room here, alas.) Kieran has lots of opportunities to say bad things to Mark about his family if he wanted to, but IIRC he never does.

Misguided is not the same as manipulative. To be manipulative means that you’re playing on someone else’s hopes or fears to achieve selfish ends without regard for their well-being. But the idea that Kieran is a cold-hearted bastard who didn’t mean a word of the note (despite not being actually able to lie) and is a consummate actor doesn’t really jibe with anything we actually know or observe about Kieran. Far from having Julian’s ability to play others like guitar strings, mostly Kieran blurts out what he means when he means it and never even tries to pretend otherwise. He can be petulant as hell and annoying, showing up to see Mark when he’s not supposed to and sulking about whether Mark likes someone else. He can be manipulative in the way he sometimes kisses Mark when Mark is trying to be logical because he’s insecure and he trusts Mark’s desire for him even when he can’t convince himself Mark really loves him (but this doesn’t really work, which is what I mean by Kieran not being great at manipulation). He very foolishly interferes with Mark’s dream in Lord of Shadows because he wants to talk and he thinks giving Mark a dream in which they’re having a friendly conversation means he’ll find out what Mark’s hiding. (Which is another example of him not really understanding human issues. All he wants out of the dream is a talk — “Because you are not truthful with me. Your heart is closed and shrouded. I cannot see it,” Kieran said. “I thought, in dreams, perhaps …” — and the dream starts out with them sitting and talking while one bandages the other, and Kieran manages to get in the idea that he knows Mark is lying to him. Things take a sexy turn, but not because of Kieran. He can’t control Mark’s dreams in every detail: if he could, there would be literally zero point in a dream in which he’s hoping Mark will volunteer to tell him the truth. Mark has to have free will in the dream or there’s no point in what Kieran straight-up says the dream is for, and again, Kieran cannot baldfacedly lie. And Kieran is right — Mark is lying to him, in fact the whole family is gaslighting him, which is why it pains Mark when Kieran recalls the phrase “remember that none of this is real.” Because none of it, in this case, IS REAL. Kieran is being lied to by EVERYONE. However, Mark is still right that Kieran shouldn’t be poking at his dreams — and he shouldn’t. Kieran, as a faerie, doesn’t really get that: dreams aren’t private to him, and besides, Mark has allowed Kieran into his dreams before, so Kieran assumes it’ll be okay now, because Mark said it was all right previously. But this is where Kieran needs to learn not to make assumptions, and to value Mark’s privacy even if he doesn’t really get it. Does he? He seems to: he listens to what Mark says, and he never touches his dreams again. In fact, they actually have a pretty useful, healthy conversation about it, though we have to wait until QoAD to see how any breakthroughs they make in LoS play out.)

So yes, Kieran can make spectacularly bad decisions, with the worst of them being when he thought getting Mark hauled back to the Wild Hunt for an infraction was a good idea and wouldn’t result in any collateral damage. And Kieran deserves to be blamed and to feel guilty for that, nor do I mean to excuse him – and I have no interest in doing that; that wrong that he did is a building block of his flawed character. As I saw someone say on twitter the other day, which probably means you’ve all seen it many times, characters are not all either angelic cinnamon rolls or problematic monsters. Like people, because they are intended to reflect people, they exist on a continuum of behavior: some fail and learn, some fail and never learn, some have good intentions and some bad, some grow and change, some are changed by grief or shock or maturity, some cannot grow and are tragic figures. Committing a manipulative act doesn’t damn you forever unless you keep committing manipulative acts forever. If people (and characters) were rendered garbage by past mistakes, there would be no need for therapy or books, since both are about how people learn to change.

As Kieran says: “Everyone is more than one thing. We are more than the single actions we undertake, whether they be good or evil.” That was in Lady Midnight, and it’s possible he was thinking about the fact that he never tells Mark in that book that the reason he wanted Mark brought back to the Wild Hunt so badly – the reason he turned Mark in, hoping he’d be dragged away from the world of Nephilim – was not so that he could date Mark, but because he had been told Mark was going to be murdered. That Mark’s head was going to be chopped off NOW. That doesn’t excuse his behavior, but it makes it a lot less manipulative in two ways: he actually wasn’t acting for a selfish end, but to protect Mark from death, and he never tells Mark that in LM, letting Mark blame him. He lets Mark break up with him and walk away from him with only quiet resignation as a reply. He does nothing to try to make him stay and attempts no manipulation at all, nor is he manipulative when he shows up to help save Tavvy – he offers help, gives it, and expects nothing in return. Only when Kieran is in shock over having been lied to, and his sudden recollection of his own mistakes, does he tell Mark that he was in fear for Mark’s life – which makes a big difference to Mark, who is able to recognize what that means about why Kieran did what he did.

[Kieran said] “Iarlath had hinted you would not be safe in the Shadowhunters’ world. That they were planning to lure you back, only to execute you on some trumped-up charge. I was a fool to believe him. I know it now.”

“Oh,” said Mark. The knowledge unfolded in him, realization edged with relief. “You thought you were saving my life.”

Kieran nodded. “It makes no difference, though. What I did was wrong.”

(Emphasis mine.) Kieran is flawed, he screws up. He is also capable of acts of great nobility – his willingness to testify to protect the Blackthorns at the end of LOS being one of them. Kieran spends LOS being lied to and manipulated by everyone around him while his memory is gone. He is trapped in the Institute, a place so full of anti-Faerie magic that it makes him so sick he can barely eat. He suspects Mark is jerking him around in some way, he turns out to be right, and he’s still willing to testify in the Blackthorns’ defense. He is also able to see when he is/was wrong, and acknowledge it. None of this makes him a perfect person, but it certainly complicates him away from the oversimplified reading that he’s a manipulative horrorshow and that’s the end of the story — especially when a huge chunk of the story has yet to be told.

My suspicion, since there are plenty of other flawed characters in these books stumbling along messing up, is that Kieran’s true crime is being part of a love triangle. Having been through this before I remember well the long essays about how Will was a horrible person and the Wessa relationship was toxic and Jem was a horrible person and that relationship was toxic because dying people should know not to bother other people with their feelings (seriously). That is how people talk about love triangles these days; it seems to be a contest about which relationship is perceived as healthiest, which people are the best and most deserving people of the prize (Tessa, or in this case, Mark). There are a couple problems with that: one that is an unhealthy relationship can become healthy. (It obviously depends on the relationship, some absolutely cannot and should not be fixed, but there would be little need for marriage counselors if relationships could not be made healthier.) The second is that if you want to hate a character, you can convince yourself they are evil even if they spend a whole book saving bunnies, nuns, and salmon who can’t find the salmon cannon, so the arguments do get a bit circular after a while. Certainly I have come across plenty of essays about how Cristina is terrible and should go away because Kieran doesn’t like her (he does like her) and Mark doesn’t want her (not true) and she isn’t so great (I think she is so great and so do they.)

So I will say three things:

1) Kieran is not what is keeping Mark and Cristina apart, any more than Cristina is what is keeping Mark and Kieran apart. Kieran and Mark have a relationship that needs to be worked on to be healthy, and Cristina and Mark have to get to know each other better outside the magic of the binding spell. These things would be true regardless.

2) I know that this essay will garner plenty of people announcing that this means I ship Mark and Kieran or am in love with Kieran, and I know this because this happens whenever I post anything about them, or a piece of fanart of them, even if I post a piece of fanart of Cristina and Mark shortly after. I can only say what I have said for ten years, which is that I don’t ship my own characters or “love” them in the way a fan loves a character — all the characters are pieces of myself in some way or other so that’d feel very odd. I know there may be other authors who feel differently, but I can’t “ship” a couple when I’m primarily interested in their relationships in terms of theme, craft and writing the best story I can — I need the distance of being a reader, not a writer, to “ship” something. (I would also note that male authors rarely ever have people talk about how they’re in love with their characters or they write about them because it’s a “fetish” or “they get off on it”: only women get that narrative, but that’s another post.)

3) I remember reading online that writers should write with “savage empathy.” I’ve always thought that was great advice, as it reminds us to always stay in sympathy with characters and write from a place of their humanity, in all the vastness of humanity’s capability for complexity: for the same person to be capable of immense selfishness and immense nobility, or deep gentleness and great cruelty. It reminds us that we strive to reflect what is human rather than what is either entirely perfect or entirely evil. I feel like it’s also been good advice for me as a reader. It reminds me to look at things from the characters’ point of view, to not expect them to know what I know,* to remember the circumstances of their lives and the ways in which they may behave differently than I would because of the way they were raised/what their culture prioritizes. It has helped me be less judgmental of characters and while I don’t think it’s made me unaware of the problematic, I think it’s made me a happier reader. Even when I don’t forgive, I can understand, and that reminder of the eternal complexity of the human soul, and its capability for change and redemption, has enriched my reading life. It’s wonderful to realize that you can enjoy reading even more than you did before, and I can only hope for the same for all my readers.

*This is why it is pointless to be angry at the Superhero’s girlfriend when he is off saving the city, and you know he is off saving the city but she doesn’t, so she’s just angry he didn’t make it to little Marcia’s bat mitzvah.

One day Naruto looses his memory on a mission.

It’s not that bad really, he still remembers his name and that he’s from Konoha he just…doesn’t remember all his friends or anything like that. He doesn’t remember how close he is to all of them. But Kakashi tells them as long as they tell him small stories about their relationships and how it was all like with him.

So Naruto is extremely confused and hardly remembers any of what they tell him, though it strikes a cord in his mind. 

Meanwhile Sasuke, who’s devastated at this development, has been avoiding Naruto, but it’s Sakura who pushes him to visit. 

And Naruto recognizes him. Not his name, or who he is exactly but he just feels familiar to him. 

Everyone decides to leave them alone but Sasuke sits with him and tells him their story. And there’s just so much and Naruto just soaks it right up. 

But then while Naruto is sitting there, watching Sasuke tell him everything they’ve been through he just asks,

“Did you love me?” 

And Sasuke is frozen because he’s staring at Naruto and Naruto is staring at him and they both know the answer but Sasuke just…can’t say it. Finally, Naruto just mutters, 

“Because I think I loved you.”

Sasuke leaves. He avoids Naruto and these feelings because there’s no way Naruto loves him back. There’s no way he could remember loving him because how could someone as bright as Naruto want him? 

Of course, Naruto eventually does get his memories back and the first thing he does it find Sasuke. He corners him and looks him straight in the eye.

“You never answered my question.” He says.

“Do I have to?”

“Just please…do you love me?”

And Sasuke can’t lie. He can’t say no because he’s been bottling that up for years. And the smile on Naruto’s face makes it worth it. Especially now they had a new promise of forever

You Really Got a Hold On Me

Originally posted by hardyness

Request: “ Can you do one where the reader is kylo’s girlfriend or wife or something is a teacher to the children on base but she has KYLIE wrapped around her finger and he does anything she says and stuff like that. Just fluff I guess”

Summary: Kylo, who is put into an arranged marriage by his consent to the princess of an overthrown planet, finds himself slowly having a change of heart. Though he is still the brooding and fear striking Commander of the First Order, he finds that over a span of time he has somehow grown a soft spot.

A/N: Ok, not gonna lie, fluff is actually really hard for me to write haha, it’s just not entirely my thing. That being said, in terms of Kylo Ren the true character, this is pretty floofy for him. It’s also kinda inspired by some floof @primma-dona sent me when I was feeling down, so thanks for that! Hope you enjoy!


With forceful and heavy thuds echoing through the air, Kylo marched his way through the various halls of the brand new First Order base. His broad shoulders were held stiff and high as they faintly shifted with every step he took, his fists clenched at his sides. The entirety of his appearance exuded his growing impatience with this day as well as his unquestioned physical strength. Though most days his robes concealed his physique, his brooding posture and walk did him justice.

Despite their growing recovery from the destruction of Starkiller, the First Order still had days as scrambled as this, still had to deal with the Resistance just as they had before. No matter how much territory they gained or alliances they formed, the Resistance never seemed to diminish in the slightest. 

The stress was high on this particular afternoon, given the renewed efforts of the Resistance to tamper with the Order’s newest location. Given just how advanced the base was in terms of innovation, it was more than a saught after target. Much like today, Kylo was pulled from his preferred tasks in order to deal with yet another prisoner, hoping something would be divulged to his advantage. 

Stopping before one of the many cell blast doors, Kylo huffed out a deep breath as he turned to the two troopers standing guard. Both troopers bow their heads faintly as they keep their hands on their blasters.

“Sir.”

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Pink Lemonade

Summary: Richie Tozier finds himself in a sticky situation and is forced to hide in a closet for safety. He wasn’t expecting to find the space already occupied, and he defiantly wasn’t expecting to enjoy the company so much

A/N: Jealous Richie is the most adorable thing ever. Remember the Losers are in their senior year of high school here and parties are not uncommon.

Word Count: 2230

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All Riche heard from beside him was babble, it sounded like Mike but as soon as the words made it to his ears they become jumbled. He nodded his head every few seconds, keeping the illusion that he was listening, all the while his focus laying on the small boy and his taller friend across the hall. If looks could kill, Bill would have been six feet under.

Eddie smiled and laughed whenever Bill would speak, his face flustering with sentiment. The exchange was so simple, so fucking simple that Richie was sure it was over something stupid like books or schoolwork but every time Eddie touched his friends arm, his fingers lingering at the hem of Bill’s sleeve, there would be an abrupt push of his emotions and a deep burning in his chest.

God, what in the hell was wrong with him.

“Okay if you aren’t going to listen to me, could you make it less obvious?” Richie jumped, feeling Mike’s strong elbow in-between his ribs. He cringed, finally giving his friend his full attention. Mike rolled his eyes and closed his locker with a loud bang.

“Sorry man, I was distracted.” Richie admitted shrugging off the blush that crept up his neck. “What were you saying?”

Mike huffed, “I was saying that everyone has agreed to go to the bonfire tonight.”

“Surprised Stan the man didn’t back out.” Richie joked, looking over to the spot where his new friends had been, only to find it vacant.

“Beverly has a way of making people agree to hanging around with your annoying ass.” He replied, grinning at Richie’s disgust. “I mean it’s been what, three years and I still can’t shake you. They are only on week two.”

“You love me Mikey.” Richie cooed.

“Eh.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders. Richie laughed, amused by his friends denial. “Look I’ve got to go to Physics but the next time you stare at Eddie and Bill, try not to catch them on fire.” 

“No promises.” Richie replied, not bothering to lie to his friend. Mike grinned, patting the scrawny boy on the shoulder, almost causing him to lose his balance. The trashmouth corrected his stance, scrunching his face in embarrassment.

Mike left, it took a moment but Richie eventually peeled himself from the lockers and made his way towards his last period. He whistled a light tune, noticing the crowd around him diminish as they made their way to class. It had been just two weeks since Richie and Eddie had met and he thought things were going rather well. The group of three boys accepted his friends, competing the circle.

Bill was the most welcoming, practically attaching to Ben and Mike’s hip. Eddie, surprisingly, was next and although he was still very salty with Richie, his tone for the others was light and friendly. Stan, on the other hand, fought the change tooth and nail. He refused to even speak to Richie, and only spoke to the others when Bill was present. He had warmed up considerably since their first lunch meeting but he still ignored most of their interactions with one another.

As Richie neared his last turn he was halted by a familiar voice. “I know Bill, it’ll be fine.” The voice spoke in a comforting tone. It was Eddie, Richie knew this without even seeing the small boys face. Slowly he peaked around corner, noticing their rather close stance.

“I d-don’t know E-Eddie.” Bill replied, frowning. “W-what will people t-think?”

Eddie reached up and rubbed the taller boys shoulder causing a scathing pain to rise inside of Richie. “Who cares who you date? Its high school, be with who you want to be with.”

Bill scrunched his face, obviously lost in his own thoughts. The bell rang out, signaling the final minutes before the start of class. The tall boy smiled, “T-thanks Eddie. Y-you’re the b-best.” The two hugged briefly causing Richie to dig his nails into his palm, biting his tongue too keep quite. As they parted Eddie headed into his class and Bill began down the hallway, away from Richie.

Richie felt himself release a heavy breath, the weight of the situation pushing down deeply on him. He attempted to shrug it off, remembering that he wasn’t the type to become attached. What did he care if Eddie and Bill were together? It had absolutely nothing to do with him. No sir, he couldn’t fucking care any less.

Except the ache in his heart spoke volume, drowning out his rationality.

He was so fucking screwed.


The bonfire lit up the night, its flames reaching to the stars that lay just on the outskirts of Derry. High school kids gathered in packs around the flame, drinking from their beers and yelling over one another. It was a classic party, and it made Eddie feel sick.

He arrived with Stan and Bill, who had insisted that they come together. Eddie agreed, only because this was his first actual party and he needed his friends to guide him. As they walked towards the people, the heat of the blazes burned against the small boy’s skin causing nerves to come alive. He didn’t want to be here and if it hadn’t been for Beverly, he wouldn’t be.

“Finally, there you guys are. We had a bet going if you were going to show. Mike owes me ten bucks.” Ben’s cheerful voice called to them, he was sitting on a large blanket away from the flames. Beverly was next to him, cigarette in hand.

“I told you they would.” She smiled, patting the seat beside her. Eddie sat down, grateful for her gentle presence. “You haven’t missed much.” She muttered, taking a drag from her death stick. “Mike has done a keg stand twice, nearly fell over the second time. And Richie has gotten threatened a total of six times already.” Eddie could feel his chest tighten at mention of the trashmouth.

“H-hey Eddie?” Bill whispered, crouching beside him. “S-stan and I-“

“Just go.” Eddie mused, smiling back up to his friend. The taller boy nodded, leaving the group with the bird boy following close behind. Eddie watched the leave, feeling a sense of satisfaction grow as they disappeared into the crowd.

“Where are they going?” Ben blurted, noticing the two walking away, awkwardly looking back behind them.

The small boy contemplated his answer, looking over to the two bright faces beside him. He debated the truth, but instead decided to be as vague as he could. “They needed to talk in private.”

“What?” Ben asked, obviously confused.

“Bill is going to ask Stan out.” Beverly blurted, smirking around her cigarette.

“Beverly!” Eddie protested but the red head merely waved him off.


Richie was plastered. He had been drinking for the past few hours, trying to chase away his conflicting feelings. Eddie had arrived late and he had been steering clear of him and Bill, unable to even look at either of them in the eye. Mike handed him another beer from the keg, which he accepted greedily. Richie began to thank him but was cut off by a firm grip on his shoulder.

“What the fuck Beverly?” He cried, spilling his beer down his shirt. “You are ruining good alcohol!”

“Why have you been avoided us?” She hissed, motioning to where the group had been sitting on and off throughout the night.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, pulling from her grasp. “I’ve been having fun Ms. Marsh, ever hear of it?” Her gaze burned his skin. Richie ignored her, downing the whole cup of beer before throwing it onto the ground. Mike cheered in the background and the trashmouth grinned.

“S’more fun if you drink.” He slurred, feeling liquid confidence course though his veins. Beverly only glared at him as she viciously sucked air though her teeth. Richie could practically see the steam coming from her ears.

 “I didn’t want to see Eddie.” He confessed, feeling his unacquainted feelings crawl under his skin. “He and Bill are dating and it makes me all awkward and shit. I hate it.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beverly’s mouth. “Why don’t you go talk to him?” She asked, her voice now smug and void of the poison it once held. “Go apologize for ignoring him all night, he at least deserves that.”

“Fuck that.” Richie bellowed, feeling his head become clouded form his intoxication.

“You forced him to become our friend Rich.” She nipped at his skin. “If you don’t go talk to him I’m going to tell Greta Keene about how you’ve been blowing her boyfriend in the boy’s bathroom after his practices.”

“Hey.” He grumbled, swaying slightly in place. “I stopped that shit and you know it.”

“But she doesn’t.” Richie narrowed his eyes at his blackmailer, debating how the beating Greta’s jock boyfriend would compare to talking to Eddie. In the end the later won and he cursed the girl under his breath, knowing that she had way too much on him to be challenged.

“Where is he?” He sighed, defeated.

Beverly smiled, “He’s over by the hay barrels.”

Richie sneered in his friend’s direction before walking toward his new destination. His feet felt heavy and he tried to think of what he was going to say but every time something came to mind his head spun, erasing the thought entirely. He caught a glimpse of Eddie sitting on a tall haystack, his short legs kicking lightly in the air. Richie smiled at the adorable sight, immediately cursing himself for thinking it was adorable.

“Hey ya Eds, how did you get way up there?” He asked, trying to focus on him without falling over.

“Are you drunk?” Eddie asked, a slight hit of amusement lacing itself in his question.

Richie chuckled, “That’s what you’re supposed to do at a party Eddie Spaghetti, drink!” He heard the small boy say something that he couldn’t quite make out. Annoyed Richie yelled, “I’m coming up to sit with you!”

“Richie you’re going to fall, you’re too wasted.”

“You underestimate my power!” He hollered back, ignoring Eddie’s protests entirely. Richie started to climb, his feet slipping multiple times as he scaled the rather tall haystack. It took a few tries, but eventually Richie made it to the top, lying flat on his belly beside Eddie. He could feel his heart pound against his ribs, unsure if it was from the physical exertion or the fact that he was face to face with his friend.

“Wow that was wildly entertaining.” Eddie admitted, looking down at the trashmouth. “And you fucking stink by the way.”

“That Eddie bear, is the smell of success.”

“No, I’m sure it’s beer.”

Richie smirked, rolling over onto his back. “That too but mostly success.”

“Right.” Eddie murmured, raising an eyebrow towards the drunken figure beside him. “Is there a reason you climbed up here besides the fact that you’re stupider than shit?”

“I wanted to tell you that I know about Bill.” He blurted, feeling the world move under him. Richie couldn’t look at his friend, instead casting his gaze up to the Milky Way above him.

“Oh, did Beverly tell you?”

“Kinda.” Richie mumbled, admiring the way the stars shined down on the two.

“Damn, Bill didn’t want people to know. He’s going to kill me.”

There was a push against the lanky boy’s chest, he felt his emotions boiling to the surface. “You’ll be fine, just kiss and make up.”

“What?”

“I said just kiss and make up.” Richie repeated, shrugging slightly. “You know, that’s what couples do.”

“The fuck did Beverly tell you?” Eddie asked, chuckling slightly.

“I don’t understand.”

“Bill and I are not a couple.” The small boy corrected causing Richie to look over to him. “He’s dating Stan. That’s why I’m over here, they are three stack down making out and Bill told me to be watch.”

Richie looked over, noticing two dark figures entwined with one another. He smiled, feeling a sudden wash of new emotions. There was a tickle in the back of his throat and he couldn’t help but laugh. It was a deep chuckle, one that shook his entire body. Eddie looked down at him confused but the trashmouth couldn’t stop himself as his loud, obnoxious laughter filled the empty air. Unconsciously he rolled, trying to regain some kind of composure and misjudged the length to the ledge. He fell, landing on his back, forcing the air from his lungs.

He supposed if he wasn’t drunk, he would be in pain but luckily the fuzziness that had spread throughout his body had absorbed the impact. Richie stared up at the stars again, admiring the way they refused to give, even in the darkness night. There was a sigh that came from his chest, and for the first time that night he actually felt okay.

Eddie’s face appeared above him and he wondered how long he had actually been on the ground. “Are you okay?”

Richie smiled up at his friend, pulling himself into the seating position. He felt his stomach churn, the alcohol disagreeing with his system. “I am amazing my dear Eds. I feel like a million bucks, I could-“But the trashmouth was cut by the vomit that splashed over Eddie’s shoes.

That was the last thing Richie remembered.

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Dean/Cas; post s12 finale, angst, 1K, G. Canon character death. Read on AO3.

Dean develops a brand new coping mechanism.

It’s not like Sam says “you should keep busy” out loud. But his long, lingering, puppy-dog looks and the bunch of cases piled up on Dean’s table pretty much say everything for him already. Print-outs, cut-outs, scattered letters that used to make sense at some point. Two people torn to shreds here, a person drained of all their blood there, evil going bump in the night.

The times when Dean can’t stop thinking about the people that the vics inevitably left behind are the worst.

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Fear Potion

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault.

Dear diary,

It’s been six months to the day since I was raped.

I still haven’t gone back to school, I’m doing it all from home. It’s easier so I don’t have to face him. I sometimes miss my friends, but at least there’s Facebook. Not many of them talk to me anymore. There’s a few that do but half of those treat me like I’m… different. I haven’t changed.

That’s a lie. A lot has changed. But I’m still Alex.

And I’ve finally picked up going to the survivor support group.

The leader’s name is Krissa. She’s nice. I told them my story. For once I felt no judgment. Even my mom seems critical of my every move.

I’ll keep going back.

I don’t know if I can survive this still.

I survived today though. That counts for something, at least.

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So you want to talk to spirits?

Here are my suggestions and ways of going about doing so!

Talking with spirits is a clairaudient a way of learning to hear them through your mind. It is something learned, not something that just happens (unless their is a brain imbalance or you have a serious spiritual awakening). It takes months to practice, and it’s safe to give it time to develop like any human skill. 

Warnings:

It’s important to understand that you’re human and vulnerable to spiritual harm. I advise reading this and practicing at least one of them before any communication with a new or unfamiliar spirit. You should also master these techniques first and learn about chakra healing before trying to talk with spirits. Know yourself as a spiritual being first. 

Step One: Clear Your Mind

  1. Find a quiet place, where you won’t be interrupted. Silence your phone, unplug, lie or sit down.
  2. Get comfortable. You want to minimize physical discomfort.
  3. Focus on your breathing or practice any other techniques to clear your mind. This is the first step to any meditation.
  4. Some ways of clearing your mind are to focus on breathing (the sensation, including the chest, throat, mouth, sound, etc); and to observe your thoughts and swipe them away, like clearing a tablet screen, chalkboard, etc (keep doing this until it’s a blank space). 
  5. Don’t worry if some thoughts filter in. Just breathe or swipe them out. We’re human, we think. Thinking won’t ruin your chances of hearing a spirit. 

Step Two: Contact the Spirit

  1. Ask politely something like this (modify if needed): “[Spirit’s name], I wish to be blessed with your presence, if it is in my best and highest interest. I have cleared my mind for us to communicate and I will wait here for your response.”
  2. Wait. Just keep breathing and don’t seek anything. When you hear a spirit, you’ll be surprised at the “volume” of the thought. It will just sort of hit you, or you know something was said that you didn’t think. You don’t need to seek their voice, just stay still and internally present. 
  3. Be confident! You can hear and you probably are just waiting for the spirit. It’s a good idea to ask a couple, or to address your guardian. Then you’re more likely to get a response.
  4. Once getting a response, ask if they are [spirit’s name]. You want to make sure you’re talking to the right person! It’s also a safe thing to say “if you are not _____, please leave, unless they directly instructed you to communicate with me and you are here in my best and highest interest.”

Considerations and Tips:

  • Not all spirits will respond. The higher up the spirit, the busier they are. It’s really dependent on why you are communicating and who you were in a past life. 
  • Some spirits are sassy as hell. Brace yourself.
  • Sometimes the spirits won’t leave, and they can be distracting in your day (but you can shut off your hearing just by intending to).
  • Some spirits like new friends. Prepare yourself for a relationship in case the spirit is seeking to know you. They have feelings too! 
  • Don’t forget to be cautious before contacting every new spirit. Better safe than sorry!
  • Trust yourself. If you’re meant to hear, you will. If not, try again tomorrow. 
  • You probably won’t hear a distinct voice for every spirit. Some people do, but most just intuitively know who they’re talking to. Spirits have the same “voice” as your own thoughts a lot of the time. 

Feel free to ask me any questions on my blog! Here is also a list of all the spirits I know. 

My New God

“I’m glad you made it, Sam. But the angel blade won’t work, because I’m not an angel anymore. I’m your new God. A better one. So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord. Or I shall destroy you”.

Your mind was reeling at the news.

Your Cas, the innocent sweet Castiel, Angel of the Lord. Was…God?

“Cas, what the hell are you doing?”

He turned to you, his eyes soft, but focussed.

“You will address me as Father. Or God. Not Cas”.

You wanted to scoff, to yell at him and make him drop the stupid act.

But the power that was coming from him was terrifying.

You’d been in the presence of other angels and they scared you. 

Hell, you’d fought Lucifer, and stood in the same room as Death himself and lived another day.

But this?

This was different. 

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Suits: Part 1

New Got7 Mini Series

Genre: romance, mystery, crime, thriller

“Some people don’t change…they just find new ways to lie.”

Teaser  Part 2

The bustling sound of taxi cars speeding by and truck horns rang through your ears as you exited your townhouse. The foggy morning sky was quite the typical sight to see as you prodded down the concrete steps and onto the busy sidewalk. People were racing past, panicking to call a taxi within the crowded street as it was 8 a.m. crunch time – meaning kids had to be in school and adults had to be at work.

Fastening the last button on your peacoat, you kept yourself warm and your purse near as you made your way down the street, starting on the familiar path that you took every morning. “Excuse me,” you muttered as you would make your way through hundreds of other civilians, walking down the steps and navigating your way through the underground subway station.

You were quick to find your station number, having the digits 309 engraved in your mind after countless rides. As soon as the door opened, you made your way inside the car – quickly finding a seat and plopping down as other passengers soon began to file in.

People squashed in like sardines, packing into the cart as much as possible just as the doors closed shut and the driver announced for takeoff. Among those, multiple voices were heard. With some sounding not much friendlier than others as you caught a few high school girls pushing another girl into the corner, calling her obscene names and demanding that she get off “their” train.

It was obvious that the poor girl was being bullied – however, despite the ruckus their torment was causing, none of the other passengers said a word. You snapped your head around, shocked that people stayed on their phones and pretended like they were completely oblivious to what was going on in front of them.

A girl was being bullied right there and yet, no one did a thing to stop it.

The idea itself made you sick, not knowing how a society could be so cruel as to not even lend a hand when help was needed.

So you abruptly stood up and out of your seat, eyeing the group of girls as you stalked towards them.

“You should’ve just walked to school, seems like you could use the exercise.” You heard one of the bullies remark with a laugh while pointing at the poor girl in humiliation as the others began to follow suit and laugh. You quickly noticed this particular loud girl was like the ring leader, continuing to crack cruel insults and initiating trouble while the other three high schoolers giggled like hyenas beside her.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” The leader further demanded, instigating the situation even more as she circled the poor girl like a predator.

But as the helpless girl stayed completely silent, it only pissed off the bully even more. “You scared? Say something!” She yelled, launching forward and raising a fist at the victim before you came from behind and caught it in mid-air.

“What the hell,” the bully snapped before squealing in pain as you held her arm in a lock position. “What are you doing – let go of me bitch!”

“Now you weren’t about to hit my friend here – were you?” You smirked.

“It’s none of your business lady, now let me go!” She demanded before she swung her other fist at you.

With a bored sigh, you twisted her arm in a downward position, holding it in a way that made her yelp out and fall to her knees in pain. Her friends stayed put, not bothering to get involved as you had made their leader fall within seconds. “Apologize,” you scolded the girls.

“Fuck no,” the leader hissed before you twisted her arm once more. “Ow!!” She yelled before looking up to you, “Alright, fine. I’m sorry.”

“Not to me,” you interjected. “To her.”

She watched as your eyes diverted to the girl in the corner, “…I’m sorry.” The leader muttered, looking embarrassed as she kept her head down.

 “Good,” you approved just as the train came to a stop. “Now get out of here.”

Without another word, the bully and her friends obeyed your order – each exiting out of the subway but not without giving you dirty glares first, making sure you saw the anger on their faces before leaving.

As soon as the doors closed, you turned back to the victim, looking at her as she awkwardly stood in the corner. “You can have my seat,” you gestured, nodding in the direction of your now empty leather chair.

The girl merely nodded her head in return, almost as if nonverbally expressing her gratitude as she shot you a small smile and sat down.

“That was really cool of you,” a guy mumbled as you joined him in waiting near the door. As soon as your stop came into sight, you glanced back to him.

“It’s my job.” You answered with a grin before stepping off the train.

And indeed it was as you were an attorney – dedicating your life to defend those in need.

It was a risky job to say the least, being a part of such a prestigious firm – if you made one wrong move your head was on the chopping block. It’s a fast paced, highly intense type of work but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

But of course with power comes competition and amongst yours and the other firms in the city there were the best lawyers and attorneys otherwise known as the elites. However, despite the prestigious title, in this tight circle of people there were secrets and scandals everywhere you turned. Someone was always turning their back on someone and needless to say it was hard to trust the people amongst yourself.

But lucky for you, you found solace in someone.

A loud ding of the bell signaled your arrival as you entered through the narrow door. You were instantly greeted by the pleasant smell of comfort food as you wandered in, seeing the familiar sight of a jukebox and red and white checkered walls.

The classic tunes of Elvis boomed through the diner as you found an empty seat at the bar before being greeted by a smiling face. “Morning Y/N, you having the usual?” Your friend BamBam asked as he rolled up from the other side of the bar.

“Of course,” you grinned while removing your coat and leaving it to hang on the back of your stool. “Hey Youngjae! Y/N is here. Fix her up the usual,” BamBam shouted towards the back kitchen before tending to the other tables as the morning crowd kept the server quite busy.

“Got it,” Youngjae casually announced, grabbing some ingredients before noticing you in the front. “Hey Youngjae,” you greeted with a friendly wave as you watched him through the small open window of the kitchen door.

“Y/N!” He called with a warm smile, “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“Oh I know, it’s been what? A whole 12 hours?” You admitted and he laughed while finishing the final touches on your food.

It was a traditional favorite you had been eating since you were a child – homemade buttermilk waffles cooked golden to perfection. With every comforting bite you took, you felt like you were back home at your grandmother’s house - waking up every morning with a plate full of waffles just begging to be topped with maple syrup.

“So what have you been up to? Anything exciting this week?” BamBam asked, sliding across the freshly mopped floor with his leather shoes. “Nothing lately, cases have been pretty slow.” You casually answered while Youngjae came out of the kitchen and set your plate down.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of your food, looking more appetizing than ever while paired with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “Thanks,” you grinned at the cook before he leaned over the counter beside BamBam. “Ah, you never let me down. These are delicious, Youngjae.” You complimented after swallowing a piece of waffle.

“Only the best for the greatest attorney in the city,” Youngjae added, pretending to bow down to you before BamBam teasingly pushed him. “Oh stop it, you’re going to make my head swell up.” You laughed before the bell chime rung again.

You kept your attention on your breakfast, not bothering to look up as BamBam greeted the newcomer. “Welcome,” he routinely greeted. “What can I get you?”

“Just a coffee, please.” The newcomer’s voice responded. From the deep tone you could tell it was a man nearby as you could feel a newfound presence to your left at the bar. While taking another bite of your waffle, you heard BamBam towards the back bustling around and pouring a fresh cup. “Cream or sugar?” The server asked before you finally decided to look up at your surroundings.

And just as you did you laid eyes on the newcomer beside you.

He was tall and handsome – donning a head full of dark hair and a classic suit. He looked like an established young business man of some sort. His features were broad and sharp, giving him a captivating look like no other as he casually stood there against the bar. He was an eye catcher, far too good to look away from before you suddenly caught his eye.

And it was at that moment he had to take a double look – eyes now off the phone and attention purely on you before BamBam asked, “Cream or sugar?” once more.

“Black,” the man simply repeated while still keeping eye contact with you. He seemed in a daze as you slowly looked away, causing him to crack a smile before his coffee arrived. The man took a few sips of his drink before his phone began to ring again, causing him to inwardly huff a little before answering the device.

“Hello?” He answered into the speaker as you rummaged through your bag to fetch your credit card – needing to quickly pay before you were late for work. However, the man’s conversation was soon tuned out as you started to panic, internally freaking out as you opened your wallet and your credit card was missing.

“Shit,” you inwardly cursed before rummaging through the tote once more. “What’s wrong?” Youngjae asked, looking over at you with a raised brow. “Umm…I can’t seem to find my card,” you admitted as soon as you remembered you left it at home.

Your words had garnered the handsome man’s attention nearby, causing him to look at you once more as both BamBam and Youngjae both told you not to worry about it this time.

“Here,” the man announced, stepping forward and coolly taking out a platinum card out of his pocket. “It’s on me,” he added – shooting you a quick smile in return. BamBam nearly gasped at the gesture, grinning between the two of you before nodding and taking the man’s credit card before he returned to his conversation on the phone.

Not wanting to interrupt his conversation, you mouthed the words thank you to the kind stranger, making sure he saw you before you bid your two friends goodbye and headed towards the door. BamBam shot you a disapproving scowl from behind, sneakily nodding his head towards the stranger as if telling you to stay and talk to him.

You shook your head, almost laughing aloud until you continued towards the exit.

The cool air hit your skin as you found yourself outside, casually running a hand through your hair before you were suddenly called from behind. “Hey!” A voice called, making you turn around and face the kind stranger from before. He was no longer on the phone but instead walking towards you.

Raising your brows, you stayed put, curiously looking until he stood in front of you. “…Hi,” you greeted - wondering why he was looking for you in the first place. “You forgot this,” he soon declared before handing you your peacoat.

Your eyes widened, mentally scolding yourself for forgetting it in the first place. “Ah, today is just not my day,” you humbly mumbled. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he replied, holding back a grin from within as he looked down at you.

“And listen – about the food, I’ll pay you back immediately-”

“No need,” the man interjected. “Don’t worry about it.”

You blinked a few times, completely surprised by such a nice deed. “Well thank you…again.” You added with a small smile before noticing he was still eyeing at you. His gaze was intimidating at first but you noticed there was a sense of warmth within the way he looked at you. It was charming in a way, almost drawing you in as he held this sort of alluring presence about him.

You felt your cheeks heat up before tucking a chunk of hair behind your ear – quickly snapping yourself out of this trance. “Uh…well I- I’m going to be late for work so I have to get going…” you awkwardly announced. “Nice meeting you.” You added before turning to leave once more.

“Wait-” The man called, making you turn around as you were now a few feet away from him.

“Yes?” You answered.

“I never got your name,” he confessed, staying where he was as he held his coffee in one hand.

“Y/N,” you casually stated.

“Y/N,” he repeated in an appealing tone. “I like it…I’m Jaebum by the way.”

Jaebum. The name had a familiar ring to it as it sounded much more common to you than you realized. Where have I heard that name before? You mentally asked yourself – trying to uncover the mystery. However, you couldn’t put a finger to it as he didn’t look the least bit familiar.

“Well Y/N…I hope to see you again soon,” Jaebum admitted. “Maybe you can let me take you out sometime.”

“Ahh that’s nice, but I’m not too sure my fiancée would like that.” You teased before throwing up your hand and showing off your engagement ring.

Jaebum looked intrigued by the large diamond, raising his dark brows as his lips twisted into a smirk. “Fiancée you say?” He questioned before taking a sip of his coffee. “Lucky man.”

“Indeed he is,” you answered, causing Jaebum to chuckle in response. “Well I’ll see you around then Y/N.” He concluded. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“You too,” you replied before continuing on your way to your office. It was a block down from the diner but with crowded sidewalks and busy streets, you still ended up being late to work.

“You’re late,” you immediately heard as you raced down the hall towards your office – making you halt and turn towards the room you had passed. You were now faced with a demeaning glare, looking at you up and down as you entered the office.

“Sorry, I had a weird morning,” you admitted – closing the door behind you and leaving you two alone in the room. Your heart fluttered as you eyed the man in front of you, admiring how sexy he looked in the new suit you bought him.

“That’s not a good excuse,” he commented, cocking a brow at you as he leaned back in his large leather chair.

You smirked before setting down your tote and making your way towards the handsome man. “Maybe you can let me off the hook just this one time,” you suggested while coming inches closer to him and sitting at the edge of his desk.

“Hmm… I don’t know,” he playfully hummed, eyeing your legs in front of him.

You bit your lip as he slid his hands over them, caressing the smooth surface of your thighs as you spoke once more. “But Jackson, I promise I’ll be good next time.”

“I don’t think so,” he teased, looking up to you with those charming eyes you loved so much.

“I will.” You assured and a ‘tsk’ left his mouth. “How will you convince me otherwise?” Jackson asked.

“Hmm I have my ways,” you giggled before leaning down to your fiancée and grabbing him by his tie as you whispered, “Just wait till we get home.”

He showed his pearly whites as he cracked a mischievous grin, completely satisfied by your choice of words. “I look forward to it.” He purred before moving in and capturing your lips in a hot kiss. You held him close as your lips collided, quickly beginning to turn into something more if Jackson didn’t stop you when he did.

“I had one of the secretaries put a new case on your desk, it was supposed to be mine but I think it might put you out of your boredom.” He announced with a short laugh before you gave him one last peck and straightened out your pencil skirt. “Thanks babe,” you blew a kiss, earning a wink from him in return. “You’re welcome…now get to work,” Jackson ordered before you smiled and exited out of his office.

You plopped down in your seat as soon as you saw the familiar manila folders stacked onto your desk. “Let’s see what we got here,” you whispered to yourself as you opened each one, getting excited just like opening presents on your birthday.

And just as you did, you found the case you had been assigned. It was new and a high profile murder case awaiting trial soon.

But this was no ordinary murder case – no. It was one much different compared to anything you’ve ever tackled before as there, written in plain black letters was the name of the infamous Park Jinyoung.

localneighborhoodhippy  asked:

For like fic prompts if it was like Derek was super like fluffy and sweet around stiles it's like he just turns into a little mush ball ? Or like I remember reading a prompt that never got a story to it that was about when like Derek was deaged but normal Derek was there and stiles and him where married and a deaged Derek was there too so there was two Derek's.

It only took me over a week to write it (college can suck it) BUT it’s here!!! I wrote you a fic and I hope you like it, my lovely :)


“Scott, no phone or I throw it in the woods,” Derek orders from where he’s already pinned Isaac to the ground. Erica and Allison are sparring to the side, Allison stopping them so she can better demonstrate a move in slow motion and Erica nodding along. Scott rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, knowing that Derek would happily chuck the smartphone onto the trees just to have Scott track it down.

Jackson gives him a significant look as he walks back over to the group waiting for a turn to spar. Scott nods minutely and groans when Isaac walks past and shoves him in the direction of Derek.

Recently, he seemed to be going especially hard on the betas, drilling more often and less time to take breaks, more force behind each of his hits. The pack could feel the tension emanating through the bonds that connected them to the Alpha and no one liked it and indulged him, hoping it would eventually pass.

Scott had been thrown onto his ass no less than six times in the ten minutes it took Stiles to drive to the clearing just beyond the Hale House. Scott slumped with relief upon spotting the familiar blue Jeep and felt Derek’s grip slacken when Stiles’ scent drifted over, the Alpha being unable to see his arrival with his back turned.

“Hey, Stiles!” Kira waves to him as he makes his way over, Lydia in tow. Derek stands and smiles gently in the human’s direction while he’s distracted by Kira telling him about a new kind of Japanese herbal remedy for headaches that her mother taught her.

“Derek, put the heart eyes away,” Cora scoffs from inside the house, out of human ear shot but causes her older brother to jump. He shakes his head and scowls in her direction before walking towards the group on the porch. Jackson pulls up next to Scott as he watches Derek loom over Stiles’ shoulder causing the boy to flail and smack him when he finally notices.

“You asked Stiles to come by didn’t you?” Scott watches Derek carefully for signs of eavesdropping before answering in a quiet voice.

“Yep, thought it would save us some bruises.” Jackson nods along, patting Scott’s shoulder before they walk towards where the entire pack had gathered.

“Hey, can we watch a movie? I just bought a bunch of those popcorn pan thingies!” Stiles perks up, facing Derek with wide, hopeful eyes. The pack continues on with their conversation completely “ignoring” Stiles and Derek, but not all of them can resist the urge to side eye the pair.

Derek had told them explicitly that training would be for at least four hours today and to not plan for anything else happening. As of right now, they were barely hitting the two hour mark. But Derek just heaves a sigh and shoos Stiles inside with a nod of his head. The human dashes away with a smile and the pack exchanges looks.

“You’re whipped, Der-Bear.” Cora sighs with a shake of her head but unable to reign in the smile as she walks past her brother. He growls but she and the rest of the pack ignore him as they all rush past and try to get first crack at one of the three showers inside.

***
The truth was, Derek was fully aware of just how whipped he was. This wasn’t the first time he had cut training short in the wake of one of Stiles’ plans for a pack night. It wasn’t the first (nor the last, he was sure) time he would undermine himself for the sake of that bright, sunshiney grin that would grace Stiles’ impish face when he got his way.

Of course the pack had caught onto it, had used it against him more often then he would care to admit. But he was never angry for very long, always too consumed with the way Stiles jumped about and ran circles around him. Like now, when Stiles had managed to make all nine of the popcorn pans and then realized there wasn’t any Sprite to go with it. It was almost if on instinct he turned to Derek with those wide eyes that got to him every goddamn time, asking if he could go to the store. Derek had put up a front, telling him first a very flat no before continuing with plunking himself in his armchair and proceeding to growl upon the boy’s approach.

None of that seemed to deter the human and Derek was once begrudgingly impressed by his ability to power through. That’s not to say Derek ever grew to be happily impressed with it, just more and more annoyed until he was numb to Stiles’ pestering ways.

That didn’t explain why Derek was currently in the self checkout line at the closest grocery store to the house though. No, that could be explained by the yipping idiot that Derek called his wolf, the bastard. Derek wasn’t sure which was worse, if Stiles did or didn’t know that this appeased his wolf’s need to provide. It was something about Derek being the first he turned to when he needed something, acknowledging Derek as the one to satisfy whatever he needed, his wolf preened at the attention. Derek the man? Yeah, he wasn’t so pleased.

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The Signs as Panic! At The Disco Lyrics

Aries: “Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world and bury me alive. ‘Cause I won’t give up without a fight.” - This is Gospel 

Taurus: “Then the time for being sad is over and you miss 'em like you miss no other. And being blue is better than being over it.” - Hallelujah

Gemini: “Say what you mean. Tell me I’m right and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign I want to believe.” - The Ballad of Mona Lisa

Cancer: “And we’re all not here for nothing and we’re bored with looking good. We gotta be starting something. Would you change it if you could?” - Vegas Lights

Leo: “I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate. Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.” - The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

Virgo: “I feel marooned in this body. Deserted, my organs can go on without me. You can’t fly these wings. You can’t sleep in this box with me.” - Trade Mistakes

Libra: “Time can never break your heart. But it’ll take the pain away. Right now our future’s certain. I won’t let it fade away.” - Golden Days 

Scorpio: “Cross my heart and hope to die. Burn my lungs and curse my eyes. I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back.” - Nicotine 

Sagittarius: “If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed. Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me.” - Northern Downpour

Capricorn: “The anesthetic never set in and I’m wondering where the apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in. It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional. It sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal.” - Camisado

Aquarius: “You’ve never been so divine in accepting your defeat and I’ve never been more scared to be alone. If love is not enough to put my enemies to sleep, then I’m putting out the lantern, find your own way back home.” - Folkin’ Around

Pisces: “I don’t love you I’m just passing the time. You could love me if I knew how to lie. But who could love me? I am out of my mind. Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream.” - She Had The World 

megidramonqueen  asked:

Do you and the creator of Cursetale ever bother to look up fan art of your characters. Because I have been posting some every now and then. Just thought I let you guys know.

Of course we’re looking to what you guys do! 
But like hhh It’s kinda hard to find out when there is no mention on your post for exemple. @v@”

Also, I won’t lie but even with that, sometime, we just got many and we want to reply to all but we don’t find the time to do it right away and new stuff arrives, and… It loops that way. 

We both talked about that and I proposed to use our joined blog @bless-curse to reblog all our fanart and stuff here without stressing about it and be able to at least thank you right away for your awesome art and gift! If we want to reply with some art chain and stuff, we will just repost it later in time on @blesstale for me or @cursetale for Juicy. :)

I hope it will be more fair for everyone that way!

But yeah really! I’m so sorry about that, I got awesome fanarts, adorables messages and such and I never find the time to reply and now I feel just so lame to havent reply sooner and i’m just here… Kind of stuck on that. 

I hope this will allows us to reply to yall faster on fanarts and mention! >u<

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Malec Goodies Part 1

This was supposed to be longer but anyway.

Here it is!

A collection of Malec Writing Goodies. My Malec fanfic rec. Well written fics with amazing writers.

As always, if you know the author and want to give me a hand, please tag them :)

A Fated Pair (Omegaverse) by @katychan666

Series about Alpha!Alec x Omega!Magnus…. 

A good kind of drug by  @imjustoutofideas

After getting a minor surgery, Alec is a little bit ‘high’ from the morphine he was given as pain relief. Fluff ensues.

A Pirate’s Life For Me by @lecrit 

Note: All the love you need and want between your favorite OTP, where one is a prince and the other one is a pirate. There’s a lot of angst, maybe a few tears, you can be sure of that but it’s oh so worth it, fluff and shameless innuendos.

A World Uncertain by @broodingalec 

The overwhelming passage of time has been a topic of avoidance between Alec and Magnus ever since the two started dating. With their lives so fragile and unpredictable under the threat of Valentine, they have managed to leave the concept in the back of their minds for a later date, hopefully somewhere in the far future.

This method of coping is pushed even further in the wake of Sebastian, Valentine’s son and Clary’s brother, taking a new and increasingly cruel step into their lives. The threats that are piling up against them seem to be rising to nearly insurmountable heights, but under the pressure of it all, the idea of the future that would come in the aftermath of success is beginning to haunt Alec’s dreams at night just as often.

Aftermath by @battlemagnus

It used to be that Alec always fit securely inside a neat little box inside Magnus’s head. He was a Shadowhunter, yes, but he was… he was Alec. He was a protector.

And my heart is set on you by  @lightwoodlesbians

Or the, 'we’re putting on a fund-raising play to save our old drama department’ au (ft. bonus: 'we had a thing in high school but i haven’t seen you in years and oh god you’re even more attractive than i remember’)

Aren’t You Cold? By lethargical

Alec dislikes the Winter. A lot. So when his apartment’s heating stops working, he decides to ask his neighbour for help, little did he know his neighbour was glittery and oddly familiar…

August by @glambertal

“What was your first time like?”

Magnus looked up at him slowly, one eyebrow arched curiously. “Why?”

Alec shrugged as if he weren’t mortified. “Just wondering. You don’t have to answer.”

Magnus just hummed and bookmarked his page, setting the book down. “It wasn’t nearly as good as yours, if that’s what you mean.”

Bang Me Like Your Drum by hckycrzy07

Magnus Bane is a pre-med student at NYU just trying to graduate. He’s stressed enough and could do without his friends pestering him about his boyfriend. It’s not that he’s embarrassed or closeted or something. He just wants to keep his boyfriend to himself, thank you very much. Now, if he could just get his friends to understand that, his life would be a whole lot easier.

or Magnus has a secret boyfriend that all of his friends have been dying to meet but Magnus just keeps refusing.

Big days and fragile nerves by @katwriting

It’s the day that Alec is supposed to become the official Head of the Institute and he is a tiny bit nervous.

“Nervous?”, Magnus said softly.
Alec let out a shaky laugh and scratched the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “You have no idea.”
Magnus sighed. “Oh, Alexander. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, sure”, Alec scoffed, running one of his arms up Magnus’s side and cupping his cheek with his hand, “only every single shadowhunter in New York waiting for me to screw up.”

But some of us are looking at the stars by @lecrit

There aren’t many things that Alec loves as much as he loves the stars.
Most nights, he just likes to sit on his balcony and watch the eerie darkness drape over the sky and the silver glow of the moon, surrounded by the stars shaping constellations he knows by heart.

This is a special night for him and his son. The only night in the year Alec lets Max stay up after midnight, so they can watch Perseids meteor shower together on the rooftop of their building.

Alec doesn’t expect to find out they weren’t the only ones to get the idea.

Build your hopes up like a tower by alecsmagnus

They thought he never heard them.

But he always did.

Burnt by redappleblossom

The rest of the scene that Magnus deserved at the end of episode 12.

But In the Morning We Rise by @alittlebriton

“Mmmkay,” Magnus sighs without opening his eyes and shifts to allow Alec more access. “You can wake up the rest of me if you want.”

Alec knows he doesn’t mean it quite the way his brain interprets it - he just means he can keep up the kissing - but his brain leaps ahead and makes him flush, his body getting warmer. But why shouldn’t he? Magnus was his boyfriend; he was naked in bed with him. He could definitely wake up the whole of Magnus if he wanted. Just because he hasn’t done it before didn’t mean it wasn’t a good idea. 

Set before Episode 9 Bound By Blood - Alec wakes Magnus up in new ways.

Closed Doors Don’t Lie by @actuallyredorchid

When the summoning of the Memory Demon reveals that it’s not only Clary’s memories that have been meddled with, Alec finds himself being pushed off the path set out for him and onto a different one.

Communication by NotEvenThat

It didn’t matter if Alec hadn’t meant to upset him. Ragnor was dead. Valentine was back. The Clave wanted to document Downworlders, like they were cattle. Magnus was breaking down and he needed Alexander to leave before he really lost it.

Or how I think the Malec fight will go in 2B.

Communication Is Key by LS_5Ever

Everything was going great for Alec and Magnus. Alec no longer cares what Maryse thinks, and apart from Jace and Izzy’s constant teasing, he couldn’t be happier. Then, all goes downhill when, after a great day, Magnus starts ignoring him. What did he do wrong? If only Magnus would tell him, he could try to make it better.

Or the one where Magnus thinks Alec is cheating on him but in reality he’s not, but Magnus doesn’t know that because the two of them don’t communicate enough.

This will only be about 5 chapters unless I feel like expanding the story a bit.

Count to Ten and Breathe by @baneismyexistence

This is just a little drabble that came to me after watching 2.12.

Dancing in the Devil’s shoes by @marieruby 

His legs are not working. No matter how much he tries, the swirling mess in his head makes it impossible to walk anywhere, take any action. It’s the last couple of days all over again. He wants to cry but the tears are dry. He wants to scream but his voice is gone.

His voice is gone.

——-
The aftermath of 2x11 and the consequences of the bodyswap for Magnus.

Everything’s Embarrassing by @rosegoldhell

Magnus is a single father. Alec is a 4th grade teacher.
Both men are scared of relationships, but secretly crave to have something more one day, life just keeps getting in the way.
But their plans of living single lonely lives doesn’t last for long, when Rafael and Madzie Bane decide to play Matchmaker.

Explosive, Corrosive (Self-Preservation) by  GideonGraystairs (TrxyesSivan)

This was how they worked; angry in different ways, but always at the same time.

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jimin scenario | my lie for you (pt.1)

part one | part 2 | epilogue

♡ He’ll keep up this lie to keep you smiling ♡

genre: angst, romance

word count: 6.1k

warnings: mentions of alcohol

Jimin hates playing truth or dare. Always has.

To be more specific, he hates the ‘truth’ part of truth or dare. Dares are fine. He’ll do whatever - get people gasping, “I can’t believe you did that!” – anything, so long as he can avoid ‘truth’.

That’s because Jimin lives a lie. Yes, I’m fine. I’m happy with my life right now. People want to believe it, so they never stop to question. After all, he’s one of the most popular boys at school, blessed with good genes and rich parents. He gets every girl he wants, he has solid seeming friendships, and classmates clamouring to talk to him. Even the boys from the school’s poetry club, the opposite of the popular jock culture Jimin stands for, show interest in him. That’s what it means to be admired. Jimin has everything that leads to happiness, everything… except you.

And so every day Jimin lies. Every morning he wakes up, rubs the sleep from his eyes, and repeats, “I’m okay, I’m happy, I’m not in love.” But he’s not okay, he’s not happy, and he’s hopelessly in love.

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Random HQ Headcanons!
  • Daichi, Kuroo, Asahi, Bokuto, and Iwaizumi are all hardcore dog lovers. They stop to pet EVERY dog they see on the street. Iwaizumi and Kuroo have dogs of their own. Iwaizumi’s is a German Shepard named Alexander. Kuroo’s is Portuguese Water Dog named Aki. They are both very much loved by all.
  • Oikawa, Tendou, Kenma, and Tsukishima are all cat lovers. Oikawa has 3 (Princess, Nebula, and Arcangelo) which he absolutely spoils like they are human children. Kenma has one named Tharja (she doesn’t like anyone except Kenma). Tendou dreams of owning a calico named Peppers. Tsukishima likes cats personalities but “doesn’t feel like owning one right now”. (also Yamaguchi is a little allergic).
  • Kageyama is that one kid who has an Instagram account that only has 24 followers while everyone else is in the hundreds. He doesn’t really get it and never updates it much. When he does, he has such deadpan captions like “I am eating a nice sandwich.” or “It is my birthday.” Oikawa likes and comments on every one of them.
  • Kuroo and Bokuto have the best Snapchat stories ever. They often get together and film a bunch of nonsense. They are hilarious and everyone gets a lil excited when they notice Bokuto and Kuroo rapidly posting at the same time. When they aren’t together they just post really random things.
  • Suga loves dark chocolate.
  • Tanaka loves 80s-90s rock, hip-hop, and R&B. He and Nishinoya jam out to it every morning on the way to school.
  • Animals love Yamaguchi. He often finds himself approached by strays.
  • Yamamoto is a closet fan of romance manga. Your Lie in April made him cry for days.
  • Aone is an amazing listener, so he gives the best advice.
  • Ushijima and Tendou hang out sometimes and talk about life. It’s usually Tendou talking and Ushi listening while working on something else. Ushijima may not have much to say or have the best advice, but Tendou enjoys being able to talk to someone so openly.
  • Hanamaki and Matsukawa love to go around and try new restaurants. They take the best pics of their food and co run a semi popular food blog.
  • Hinata helps Natsu with her schoolwork all the time (he’s very good at it since it’s so easy). Natsu thinks Hinata is extremely smart and loves her big bro!
  • Kuroo and Kenma hang out a lot. Even though Kenma is pretty introverted, he doesn’t get tired of Kuroo’s presence easily.
  • Whenever Oikawa tells a story (especially one he knows people want to hear) he drags out the details to keep everyone in suspense.
  • Lev only drinks strawberry milk.
  • Iwaizumi spends a lot of time at pet stores staring at the fish.
  • Asahi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi, and Semi are literature nerds. They read every book they are assigned for class and more. Shakespeare is a fave to them all.
  • Ennoshita is good at noticing when people are lying.
Your Friend, A Cry Baby

Originally posted by pickeringgod

A/N: based on cry baby by demi lovato & another idea I had ; idk, this isn’t requested, i just got kinda bored since i can’t sleep & did this so like it, or don’t (though it’d mean a ton if you’d like it)
hmu in my asks & gimme feedback, it’s greatly appreciated! let me know if i should do the part two that i’m planning x


Friends. That’s what they are. That’s what they pretend to be anyways, but did friends really do this? Did they really see the parts you were even afraid to see yourself sometimes? Did their lips always touch skin that regular eyes won’t behold at first glance? That’s the type of friends they are.

Hands. Teeth. Grinding hips and various blooming blotches of purples and pinks scattered from public eye. That’s what the last four and a half months consisted of. Neither of them could deny the thrill lurking in secrecy gave them, the adrenaline rushed in their blood every time they caught eyes. Last night was no different.

Y/N awoke the same way she did every time she found herself in Shawn’s habitation. An heavenly glow of light cast across the room, a slight chill in the air, and the best part—her favorite part—him. Snores fall from between his lightly chapped lips, his hand still wound up around Y/N like vines on trees. Even without the formal title, she was all his.

She rolls, praying her movements don’t awaken the sleeping god beside her. One of her eyes slides open, Shawn unmoved and her heart peacefully restored. “S’beautiful.” The words fall off her tongue like a well-kept secret. She doesn’t know that he hears, that he’s been awake since the moment she began to move and he’s going to bask in that for a couple more moments. Her fingers trace the delicate crevices of his face. That’s when he chooses to press his cheek against her cascading fingers and press a kiss to her palm. “M’thinking that’s you.”

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Help me come out safely

Hello I am an 18 year old finnish trans man living in a conservative household. Although my parents haven’t been physically violent (unless you count my dad tugging on my sisters’ and my hair when we were young), they have very bad tempers and tend to blow things out of proportion. Both of them are very anti-lgbt in every single way.

I am making progress on starting my transition (I got my referral to go to the trans polyclinic but on average getting your diagnosis here takes at least 6 months). They will inevitably notice me being away from home more than usual and they don’t respect my privacy very much (or at all). In the end, I’ll HAVE to come out to them. I’m sick of living a lie anyway.

I plan on writing them a coming out letter, leaving it somewhere where they’ll find it and getting the hell out of my house around New Year’s eve 2018. If I’m going to escape their initial wrath I’ll need to be away for about a week. I have a supportive boyfriend who would be willing to spend this time with me except… he lives in the Netherlands. He has enough money to cover his flight (at least partially?) but he’s estimated we’ll need approximately 800€ for a week living in some airbnb apartment (finnish hotels are crazy expensive) as well as to be able to eat. I have nowhere else to go and I think that if I somehow found some dumpster to hide in alone for a week, I’d either freeze to death or spiral into a very dark mental space - which could prove to be just as lethal.

Although I’m looking for a part time job, I know it wont be able to cover the whole cost in time. I’m afraid and I feel so alone right now.

If you’re able to donate, even the smallest amount helps. If not, signal boosting this post would also be significantly beneficial.

I could also do rune readings on my witchblr broomupmyass@tumblr.com for 5€

My paypal is: saggatchi@gmail.com


Thank you for reading