they had like none of the parts to make them actually look recognizable

Annabeth Hair Headcannons

When I was 12 I loved Annabeth because like…she didn’t really give a shit about what she looked like, and there would be moments where Rick would say “She woke up with a rat’s nest” or “She didn’t have time to brush it” and yeah. That meant a lot to little me. So here are some headcannons based on my own blonde, thick, curly hair experiences.

  • When she was living on the streets with Luke and Thalia, she wouldn’t really brush her hair. Sometimes she would, but she would only comb through the top later bcuz she was young and in a rush, so there was this giant hidden knot of tangles at the base of her neck.
  • (Thalia eventually had to cut off the clump because it was so gnarly. Annabeth named it “George”)
  • Back when she was still living at home, her stepmom would force her to sit down every morning so she could comb through the bed-head. She would rip the brush through Annabeth’s hair, and roll her eyes when she started crying. “Stop being dramatic. It’s not that bad.”
  • Because of that ^^, Annabeth’s head is basically numb now??? Like, you could tear out a clump of hair and she would hardly react.
  • She can’t fit all her hair under a hat. Even when it’s in a bun. It’s fucking impossible.
  • She gets tons of questions like “What shampoo/conditioner do you use?” and she’s like “…uh, whatever’s in the shower?? Department store shit?” and they nod like she’s just given them sage haircare advice.
  • Annabeth doesn’t cut her hair short. She can’t make herself, even though she knows it would be more practical to have short hair but…she can’t. It’s not a vanity thing. Her hair is unique, she knows this, and it’s sort of become a part of her. Like a calling card.
  • She feels the same way with dying her hair. Sometimes, she really hates being blonde, because there’s always some fuckboy who’s like “lol ur blonde u must be a dumb whore” which is stupid and doesn’t even make sense, but some ppl actually slut-shame her about it. So she keeps the color because fuck those people.
  • People are always asking to braid her hair. All the time. It’s fucking annoying.
  • (The only person she lets braid her hair is Piper because she actually knows what the fuck she’s doing.)
  • Some people just…touch her hair. Like, random strangers. In the grocery store, at the movies, in school. OMFG all the time in school, the kid sitting behind her will reach out and pat her hair, and she’ll turn around to glare and they’ll just be like “what?”
  • She plays with it when she’s hyper-focusing, twirling and twisting it around her fingers. Once when she was 13 a group of girls started teasing her about it. “Why do you always play with your hair? Do you think your special? Are you trying to flirt? You’re so weird and gross.” She stopped playing with it in public after that.  
  • She ALWAYS has hair-ties. ALWAYS. She’s that girl with, like, four hair-ties on her left wrist at all times. You need a hair-tie? Go to Annabeth, she’s gotchu.
  • All of her hair-ties break, though. Like, they just snap. She has to buy the super durable ones.
  • The only people who are allowed to play with her hair without asking for express permission are: Percy, Piper, Hazel (although she always asks anyways), and Rachel.
  • OMFG Rachel and Annabeth and Hazel bond over their curly hair. Like, they each have different kinds of curly hair, but they can all bond together over it.
  • Like, someone says “you can’t comb your hair in the shower” or “do you ever brush your hair?” and Annabeth, Rachel, and Hazel share a Look.
  • Annabeth went through a phase where whenever someone would say something like “OMG i would do anything to have your hair you’re so lucky,” she would respond with “ok i can shave it off and glue it to your head if you want” with a complete straight face. 
  • She gets headaches when she wears high ponytails.
  • Her hair gets REALLY poofy when she brushes it out. Like, just a cloud of poof. It’s such a relief when she does this sometimes, because it sort of takes off a lot of its weight.
  • If she ever does cut her hair, she’s going to donate it. All of it. 
  • She hates it when ppl call her “blondie”. Even Percy.
  • She’s actually broken a few hairbrushes before. But now she knows what kinds to buy.
  • For the last time, no. She doesn’t like straightening her hair. It takes forever, it’s really hot and uncomfortable, and it never stays. It’s stupid.
  • She can totally hide things in her hair. Sometimes ppl will stick pencils and pens in it. Percy and Piper have a game where they try to see how many things they can fit in her hair without her noticing.
  • She has to braid it when she swims. Like, none of that majestic hair-flowing-underwater crap. If her hair gets wet, it will tangle, and brushing that shit out is a pain in the ass.
  • She’s recognizable in a crowd. She sort of likes that.
  • Sometimes, Percy will refer to her hair as a lion’s mane. She sort of likes that.
  • Generally, she doesn’t really care about how it looks. It poofs up when it’s summer, it turns dark when it’s winter, and it will get tangles no matter how many times she brushes it. She doesn’t have the time or energy to care.
  • She doesn’t shave her legs, because who gives a shit? (also she’s blonde so the hair doesn’t really show up, so if she did care that wouldn’t be too much of a problem.)

Just….Annabeth dealing with her hair like only Annabeth would.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 

It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”


“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”

About Dazai

So this scene has been floating through my head since I saw it.

Dazai’s character has always bothered me because he’s so hard to read, and in the end that ’s kinda the point.
This started out as a way to explain the bandages, but I guess it’s now a ridiculously long profile and I’m so sorry.
Warning for Massive Spoilers ahead for the second season of the anime.
Also heartbreak warning because I am, in fact, using screens from the Oda episodes, including *that* scene. There are excerpts of the manga, also, but I’ll try to keep spoilers vague in that department.

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The Villain Wrangler, 4.6k, based on this post, and I wonder why I never finish any projects in a timely fashion

“You won’t believe the request I got handed today,” Danica said. Maddie looked up at her.

“Yeah? Try me,” she challenged.

Danica told her. Maddie didn’t believe it.


“You have a kid who wants to meet Loki,” Maddie said. “The Loki. Like, New York and aliens Loki, that one?”

“Of course I told them that was off the table,” Danica said. “I mean…obviously. But…god. The little girl - Midge - was just devastated. And I was half thinking, you know, how would I hypothetically make this happen, but that’s just…crazy. We can’t.”

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Live Spectacle Naruto 2017

(A not completely spoiler free review…)

So, yesterday I made quite a last minute decision to watch this performance after all, which of course meant I had to hope I could still get a ticket on the day itself. Although it turned out the be a lottery, because too many people showed up, I got lucky and secured myself a seat (on the 3rd row, far right corner). The seat itself wasn’t all that bad, it was just that… from the angle I was watching none of the projections actually lined up with the actors. Actually, I think only the people in the center block of the theater (and maybe those far in the back) really got to enjoy all the spectacle of the projections… and from my angle the moveable “screens” were also pretty pointless (for some scenes they should really just have used screens that covered te whole stage and not just the middle section, but on the other hand it was also fun tho have a peek at the “backstage”)… 
But anyway, that’s pretty much the only complaints I have about this show! Really, it was awesome and definitly worth the money of the ticket. If you love Naruto (and musicals) and you have a chance to watch it, I reccomend you do! 

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I defy you to find something in this movie that doesn’t qualify it for MST3K.  Giant lizardy monster?  Check.  A musical number that has nothing to do with the plot?  We have that.  Actors who appear to be dubbed despite also appearing to speak English?  The entire cast!  Black and white footage tinted blue in an effort to make it look like it belongs in a colour movie?  You betcha!  Wooden acting?  Beakers of kool-aid standing in for SCIENCE? Foreigners pretending to be Americans?  Toy boats?  Yep, Reptilicus has it all, wrapped up in a bright technicolour package by out old friend, American International Pictures!

It seems tailor-made for the show, and Joel apparently agrees.  I wrote most of this review before I found out that Reptilicus was slated to be the Season 11 debut, and now I’m looking forward to seeing how many of my predictions here come true when the episode hits Netflix on Friday.

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One of these days | Cassian Andor

Pairing: ReaderxCassian

Warnings: None

Word count: 1981

Summary: Cassian takes you off world for your birthday (I also added a disney quote in here, can you find it?)

You’d be lying if you say you weren’t excited. For someone who is not a fan of celebrating your birthday (especially since joining the Resistance) today you are glad you boyfriend is so insistent on doing so this time. Partially because instead of trying to throw a party or something like that, he is taking you off-world. 

It’s embarrassing how excited you are. Of course you’ve been off Yavin4! But not in over eight years since your family ran to hide here and you don’t have a job that requires you to go off-world. Why would a ship mechanic need to leave Yavin4? 

“You almost ready?” Cassian asks, peaking his head into your ‘office’ (a storage room that you converted into your personal mechanic space). 

You turn your head to the door, looking at your boyfriend. “Of course. I’ve been ready.” With a push, you quickly stand from the randomly assembled chair. It’s close enough to the door to only take about three steps to reach it. Your fingers press the light switch and you sneak through the barely open door as Cassian steps back from it to allow you through. 

“So where are we actually going?” you hum as Cassian begins to walk towards his U-Wing. 

It’s very late. The only people in the hangar include a few other mechanics and a newly recruited X-Wing pilot. The name of the pilot is escaping you but they finally received an official X-Wing instead of one of the extras and a mechanic is helping them go over all of the controls. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

You roll your eyes and contain your smile. Honestly, he could take you to a swamp planet and you’d be happy to finally go off world. You skip to catch up with Cassian. 

He makes a point to keep his U-Wing as close to your office as possible. Mostly because you end up in your office more often than your room, so if he comes home early he can check there first. Or if you’ve fallen asleep in there he can just make it look like he’s grabbing something from his U-Wing (though the night shift guards on the hangar know what he is really there for). And also to make it easier for you when you fix his ship. 

“After you,” he smiles. 

“Such a gentleman,” you giggle, boarding the U-Wing quickly. 

You know precisely where to go, well, where you want to go - the co-pilot seat. Cassian has been flying without one for plenty of time but you want to see the stars. You want to see what it looks like taking off in an U-Wing. So you twist your way through the excessive amount of stuff to the cockpit. 

Cassian follows closely, taking a seat in the pilot’s seat. You sit in the co-pilot’s seat. Sure, you’ve sat here next to Cassian plenty of times talking about life. This time you finally get to do something productive though. 

He goes about his typical routine, flipping some switches, checking some monitors, mostly ignoring you. Asking him if he needs help is tempting, but he seems in the zone. So instead you relax into the seat. Your eyes carefully watch him as his fingers quickly go about getting the U-Wing ready for take off. But you are also very sleepy, eyes fluttering close every few seconds, head nodding a bit. Every time you force yourself to stay awake. 

His head turns to you, a soft smile taking over his face. He loves you like this: relaxed, smiling, happy (and a little sleepy). He’s glad that after knowing you for three years he can finally do something for your birthday. 

“Make sure you pay attention when we take off. Yavin4 has a great view at night.”

A hum passes your lips, shifting your body to face the window more. The sounds and sights of Yavin4 at night are beautiful, but you sure the scenery is just as, if not more, gorgeous from the sky. You force yourself to stay awake. Cassian presses a few more buttons and the U-Wing is clearly ready. 

“So are you going to tell me where we are going?” you mumble. 

“We are going to fly a little bit above Yavin4 a bit and then we are going to another planet, does that explain it more, (Y/N)?” Cassian replies, slowly lifting the ship off the ground and out of the hangar. 

You groan in response. Sure, more of answer but not as descriptive as you would like. Regardless, you sit more forward to get a fuller look at the world you’ve spent 8+ years on. As the ship jerks up it’s not the heigh that makes you gasp but the view of the thick jungles and spots of water. 

On the ground, the humid planet is easy to travel through. Of course there are roots that people trip over and random spots of mud and occasionally hidden lakes due to pond scum, but the terrain is surpassingly easy to traverse. But from even a few hundred feet above the highest point of the temple, with nothing but moonlight reflecting off the weight canopy, the planet looks like no one would be able to walk anywhere but the small meadow surrounding the base. The tall grass looks so small; the trees still tall and proud but the large dew drops obvious in the filtered light; the large lakes looking more like large puddles, little ripples as the window blows below. 

“Wow,” you smile. “It looks gorgeous from here.”

Cassian glances over to you again. “I will take you up here during the day some time so you can get yet another view of the world and a different time. It’ll be pretty too.”

And with that, Cassian guides the ship into the night sky, away from Yavin. 

“You can sleep. It’ll be several hours before we get to our destination,” Cassian tells you.

Of course you hear him, but you are more focused on watching the many stars, the far off systems that are barely recognizable, and the nearing moon. The Yavin system is gorgeous in the sky. This view, this location, being in the sky, why bothering landing? A cool U-Wing with a vast view vs a humid world with the same fauna everywhere is no comparison. You could stay right here for days. 

“Okay,” you reply, eyes still heavy from earlier. Despite your excitement, exhaustion is currently more important. 

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Something to Fear

Merry Christmas and Happy Truce to @darkeneddawning! She requested something to do with Ice King Danny–lucky me that she has so many cool drawings and headcanons for it.

Posting it a bit late. My fault for letting this get so long–was having way too much fun with headcanons for this. Enjoy! 

Danny took a deep shuddering breath, trying his best to shake the thrumming weight of exhaustion from his chest. It pressed against him like a physical mass, turned the pulsing in his veins to sludge. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back to sleep, but anxiety kept his eyes open. The adrenaline buzzing through his system forced him into artificial alertness. He crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to appear composed.

Opposite him, twelve Observants rung out a perfect semi-circle. Twelve eyes stared him down. Twelve pale, slick bodies, glistening as if coated in condensation, walled him in. Running was a poor option, facing against a dozen creatures who claimed to See All.

Observants just observe. They don’t act. They don’t do.

Danny ground his teeth. His mouth tasted sour. He felt disarmed, knowing that beneath his ghost form he was pajama-clad and half asleep. It could have been an intentional nighttime ambush, or it could have been that the Observants had no concept of, nor respect for, human sleep patterns.

The silence ate away at his nerves.

What?” Danny finally spoke. He sparked a glow behind his eyes, despite the headache the brightness caused him. Clockwork had suggested that these things frightened easily. Danny prayed that their All-Seeingness couldn’t call his bluff.

The right-most Observant floated closer. Danny hid his flinch, pretending to busy himself in the vast foresty void beyond the ring of Observants. Cold—he’d forgotten how cold the Ghost Zone was. “You wish to know why we’ve summoned you, is that correct?”

“I wanna know why you think it’s okay to warp me out of bed when I haven’t done anything.” Danny swallowed, or he tried to; his dry throat betrayed him. “O-or is it my future self again? You planning to fight me yourself instead of having Clockwork do the dirty work? That’s good by me. Been wanting the chance to play ‘rock, paper, finger-to-the-eyes’ with you creeps.”

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                          KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 15

“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: Fuck it, I couldn’t wait till monday to post this. SOME GOOD SHIT COMIN UP, I PROMISE YOU, LEAVE ALL THE ANGST AT HOME BC WHATS UP AHEAD IS !!!!! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3K+

Warning: None…finally!



The burning and stinging sensation in your hip was suddenly absent, the bright red flare that instantly disappeared from Viktor’s abdomen allowed his body to come crashing down onto the ground beneath you; an abrupt jolt was sent through your body as the collision echoed throughout the hall. You weren’t sure as to when you had finally gotten the necessary rest you needed, because this had to have been some sort of dream–nightmare. Looking up from the fallen body, your eyes slowly shifted up to meet those of your savior, breath getting caught in your throat from the sight of the  face you were now looking at. This had to be a dream.

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House Sitter (Part 1)

Prompt: For the chance of taking a course far from home you decided to house sit for a lovely couple. And everything would go strictly as planned if it wasn’t for this unexpected character coming into picture

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: none so far.

Word Count: 1,178

Author’s Note: This idea have been forever in my mind and I finally feel confident enough to write it. Hope you like it! 
As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

Y/N = Your Name 

Part 1 Part 2 

gif by @yuediao 

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anonymous asked:

hey amanda, on your insta like five posts back you posted a... cart?? thats the word you used? for playing vinyl and said its good for newbies and anyway im such a newbie that i dont even know what its called, but would you provide a link? inherited a ton of old classical + jazz records and have no way to listen. and the internet confuses me with too many options.

Yeah!! I’ve been in the exact experience before and I know how rough it can be. I suddenly made the (possibly irresponsible, since I was a broke college student at the time) decision to start collecting vinyl around this time last year, and it was pretty overwhelming. I got ha-ha’d by lots of arrogant record store dudes who pointed me right to the pastel blue Crosley players without a moment’s hesitation. Fun thing about being a women trying to take up a hobby is that pretty much every decision you make will be scrutinized by a male public, sadly. It’s nerve-wrecking…but don’t give up! I never believed it until I experienced it, but vinyl really is warmer, more engaging, and in my opinion the best way to listen to music, bar none. 

This is gonna be a long post, lmao, and I’m sure I’ll get some feed back or uh..spicy hot takes from anons later, but who cares. I know your question was about cartridges, and if you like, I’ve put it right at the end of my answer for you to scroll down to. But I think I wanna start back from stage one just because I’ve been meaning to for a while. Hope that’s ok. So uh. Enjoy some pics of my two little needle-robots & an explanation of how I got them under the cut. 

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Instinct Part Two

Summary: A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jimin–a man that you’d thought you’d hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his father–but only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.

Writer’s note: My apologies this came out much later than I expected. I’m trying to write stuff but I have to focus on my schooling as well. I will get these out when I can. Thank you so much for your patience. *prepares for all the Hye hating*

Warnings—-eventually…..I’m not going to spoil those yet.

Parts: One / Three /  Four  / Five  / Six / Seven /  Eight /  Nine

His gaze shot to your voice, it shocked him out of his absorption with his child and forced him to truly see the person standing in front of him. “Y/N.” His voice was barely a whisper, his finger limp in his child’s playful and flailing grip. “You were the one that found him?”

“Shin found Eomma!!” The child in your arms looked proud, patting your arm with his flat hand as he beamed up at you. Even with all of your past regrets standing before you, you were unable to not smile at the adorable child you held. If you looked closer you could even see the familiar tilt of the kid’s nose, the way the lips were plump and perfect just as you had once thought Jimin’s were.

You shook your head at Shin. “No, I’m not your Eomma–I’ve told you how many times?”

He was determined to ignore you, so instead you finally returned your gaze back to Jimin. He was still staring at you, his eyes searching the side of your face for any recognizable traces of the girl that had been left behind. The girl he’d broken and put to the side. The girl he’d loved. She was gone, replaced with a woman who could look at him again one that could see him and feel nothing other than a thin sliver of disgust. At least, that’s what you thought he was thinking when he was scanning your face–but you had no clue nor did you actually care. You were done with Park Jimin ages ago.

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Creepypasta #1006: What Happened On Ramree Island

Length: Super long

My grand dad is one of those people the whole family looks up to. He’s lost none of his wit, despite his advanced age, and has a natural gift for storytelling. In particular, he loves to share tales of his exploits during the Second World War.

When I was a kid, my grand dad always left out some of the more gruesome or depressing details of those stories. Instead he created a romantic vision of heroic British troops finding allies from all over the world and triumphing over the Nazis. Nobody seemed to die in those stories and the day was always saved in the end.

As I got older, he started giving me more accurate accounts. He talked about the friends he’d made and lost, the conditions he lived in and how difficult it was for him to kill his first man. He added more of these details to his stories whenever he felt I was mature enough to handle them.

The last story he told is something I just have to share. I don’t think he lied about what he saw on Ramree Island, he’s always been an honest man. At the same time though, I know that the stress of combat can have a dreadful impact on the mind.

I’ll do my best to recount the tale as he told it to me. I’ve changed a few names and removed some of the more colourful epithets he had to describe Japanese soldiers. Other than that, I’ll leave it to you to decide how true or not his story is.


Did I ever tell you about the time I spent fighting the Japanese? No? Maybe I thought you were too young. Now you like your books, so I’ll start off by giving you the facts. This is what you’ll find written in any history book on the subject.

Ramree Island lies just off the coast of Burma and was under Japanese control during the last years of the war. Some of us Brits fought alongside the Indian army to drive them out. For the most part, the Brits took care of the sea battles while the Indians fought on land. I was among the unlucky Brits who had to slog it on foot through the jungle.

Say what you like about the Japanese, but they sure as Hell put up a fight. We offered them the chance to surrender, but they didn’t take it. Rather than let themselves be captured, they decided to retreat through miles of overgrown mangrove swamp.

Now here’s where it gets interesting. You see, a mangrove swamp is a whole lot more than muddy water and clinging plants. There’s disease, venomous insects, mosquitoes and the biggest crocodiles you’ll ever see. Those crocodiles had themselves a banquet as the Japanese stumbled through the murky water. Of the thousand or so men who went into the swamp, only a couple of dozen made it out.

I read that it was a world record. The worst crocodile attack in history.

Except it wasn’t the crocodiles that killed those men. It’d take a few thousand to cause that sort of mayhem. Anybody who knows anything about reptiles could tell you that Ramree Island just isn’t big enough to keep that many crocodiles alive. Now I’ll grant you that there definitely were crocodiles and they certainly did kill people. Mosquito bites, fever and any number of venomous insects probably accounted for some of those deaths too.

What I’m telling you is there’s no way in Hell they killed nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers. No, those men were killed by something else. I still have nightmares about what I saw there.

So, here’s how it went. The Indian army had done most of the footslogging already, while us Brits went around the flank. We managed to force the Japanese out of their bunkers and started our chase through the swamps. All in all, I probably spent about a week or so waist-deep in water and trying to spot enemy soldiers slipping through the trees.

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Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Editing Phase?

“But, First Draft,” Red Writing Hood said, “How many errors you have!”

“All the better to discourage and embarrass you with, my dear!” the Draft cackled, and ate her all up.

It seems to be a pretty common opinion in most of my writing communities that editing stinks and it’s hard and no fun at all, and I’ll admit that I used to feel the same way. I dreaded the idea of picking apart my writing, partially because it was a tedious and boring process, mostly because I feared I’d come across a civilization of errors that had constructed an entire city in my piece and were now living and reproducing within it, forcing me to either give it up completely or toss all my hard work in the bin and start from total scratch.

My opinion has changed in recent years, and at this point I’m fairly certain that I enjoy the editing process more than I actually enjoy the original drafting. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the creation of the characters and concepts and watching them evolve into a story, but there’s something extremely satisfactory of being able to look back at a piece and realizing that I’m able to change it in some way. I attribute the shift in my perspective to a simultaneous shift in my writing style. As I’m exposed to increasingly more styles and approaches to writing, I find new ways of telling stories that I’d previously thought I’d nailed, and my method of self-editing changes to reflect those new styles. I put priority on different aspects of the storytelling, and the words change even if the scene itself remains relatively the same.

For me, editing comes down to recognizing that there are two separate levels to it that must be addressed both individually and together. The story needs to have effective detail and a specific aesthetic to the words and how they sound, but it must also have coherency and consistency within the world and the narrator. In this article, I’ll address the aspects of both macro- and microscopic editing and how to bring them together without making you want to go back to the drawing board.

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When the Car Became Your Baby

Request:  Would you please write a Dean x reader one shot where Dean is Y/Ns big brother and he decides to teach her how to fix up cars. Dean smiles with pride as he watches her catch on quick.

Author’s Note: I knew absolutely nothing about cars before I started this one shot (and it is debatable whether I really learned anything worthwhile), so I decided to make the reader clueless at the beginning as well in order to have a laugh at myself. Also, I have realized that family fics are much more in my comfort zone than fluff (gasp of shock), so thank you for the request!

Words: 1759

Written by: Castielle

Pairing: Dean x Reader (family)

Your name: submit What is this?

The day after you turned sixteen, you begged Dean to let you drive the Impala.

“I’ve got my license now!” you told your big brother proudly.

“That’s great, Y/N,” Dean answered, but you could tell his mind was focused on the engine of the 67 Chevy Impala rather than you.

He was rebuilding it, or at least that’s what he had told Sam over breakfast. Whatever that meant. How could you rebuild an engine, anyway?

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anonymous asked:

I hope you're not getting a lot of questions about the part 5 translation right now because I don't want to unnecessarily add to your workload or anything, but I was wondering how Diavolo was handled in the better translated volumes. Because he's far and away the most confusing part of the english translations. Besides the infamous King Crimson, there's his weird, indecipherable past, his unexplained motivations, and the entire final fight. Is he a more coherent character in what you've read?

This is one hell of a question and I am afraid it will get quite long even without pics, so I’m putting it all under a read more. Also because as usual major VA spoilers yadda yadda

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Cinderella AU (Final Part)

Summary: Cinderella AU LAST PART

Characters: Dean x reader

A/N: LAST PART CODE RED PEOPLE Seriously I have absolutely loved writing this so as always let me know what you think!!!

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Tagging @treasurecastiel and @love-untiltheresnoloveleft because they asked me to! Thanks for everything!!! (Look guys I remembered!!)

Originally posted by whiteangelxoxo

The silence was deafening. The room was so silent Dean could hear his own heart beat, slow and steady. So slow, in fact, that it almost wasn’t there.

All eyes were on him, their features twisted in pity though Dean refused to make eye contact with any of them. Instead he kept his gaze on the back door willing you to walk through it. Your dress flowing out around you as you walked. Your skin glowing with happiness. Your grin so big it spread to your eyes, making them sparkle and the corners crinkle slightly.

Yes everyone else had given up on you. But not Dean.

So he stood, frozen in place for several minutes after the song had ended and waited for you to come, a million excuses flying through his mind though none of them being good enough to calm him down.

He made eye contact with Sam next to him. Sam’s face, just like everyone else’s, had fallen with pity which could only mean one thing, he had given up on you too.

Dean shook his head, still refusing to believe what seemed so obvious. His eyes combed through the room, looking to see if you were hiding.

This had to be some trick, you were hiding in one of the rooms ready to jump out and yell surprise. Or you were testing him, to see how he would react. In dean’s mind you could be doing a lot of things but running from him wasn’t one of them.

His eyes connected with his fathers in his search, his face showing the same expression as the rest. This is what made it real for Dean.

After all his father was the king, his father knew best. You weren’t here. That was a fact, a fact Dean didn’t want to admit but a fact nonetheless. The time had passed in which your late arrival could have been explained by some simple mistake.

Dean took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, to make everything look normal as he took a hesitant step down the altar. Then another. Then finally he was down on ground level.

He looked out at the audience, opening his mouth to speak but having to close it as no words came out. His throat tightened around the lump in it as Dean spun around, turning his back to the crowd.

Who cared about trying to seem strong? The woman he loved, who he thought loved him back, had just left him. How was he supposed to remain strong after something like that?

He brought a hand up and covered his mouth as his face broke, his eyes clenching shut as he did everything he could to keep the tears at bay.

The breaths of everyone in the room caught in their throats as they found themselves unable to tear their eyes off of the princes’ back.

Everyone’s attention was so focused on the prince that no one saw the king slip out through the side door.


You tried desperately to keep your cries quiet. You were not about to give your mother the satisfaction of knowing she could still hurt you, even from within a cell.

A door opened at the top of them, light flooding down the dimly lit staircase for a brief second before the door was closed at the top.

Large footsteps descended the stairs towards you, stopping on the stair just above your head but you made no move to see who it was.

Your cries were still relatively loud when you felt the person’s large hand clasp your shoulder. You immediately jumped back, a person’s touch all too often being with the intent to hurt you.

Your cries stopped though your vision remained blurry from tears as you pushed yourself up against the wall.

“Relax Y/N I’m not here to hurt you.” The voice was instantly recognizable to you as you calmed down.

You shut your eyes allowing the pent up tears to fall down your face before opening them again to see Richard standing in front of you, worry evident in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, making sure to keep his hands off of you.

“What are you doing down here?” You sniffed, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“Trying to find you, you’re late” He said, standing up and offering you a hand to help you stand.

“I’m not going” You muttered, staying where you sat.

“What do you mean?” He asked, clearly surprised as he knelt back down.

Your lip quivered slightly as you spoke “She was right Richard. He doesn’t want me, why would he? I-I’m not worth him”

“Whoa slow down” Richard spoke softly, running his hand up and down your shoulder soothingly “Who’s right?”

“Mother” The simple word made Richards face drop even further.

“You still trust her?” His disbelief was evident “you know she doesn’t have you best interests at heart, listening to her does no one any good.”

“It doesn’t matter whose interests she has at heart” You sighed “All that matters is that her logic is sound. I’m a nobody Richard,” You swallowed, willing yourself to stay strong “I’m a peasant and he’s a prince. Can you really say that this is going to work?”

“I can” His answer was immediate catching you by surprise “I see the way he looks at you, I know he loves you. I also know that you love him.”

You looked up at him skeptically though kept your mouth shut giving him another opportunity to say something.

Richard watched you for a moment before sighing “You and I both know you don’t actually care about the wealth difference so do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

You bit your lip, sighing slightly as you did so, before taking a deep breath and speaking “He saved me Richard. I was left at the bottom of the stairs to die and he saved me, never once left my side until I was strong enough to do things on my own.” You stopped for a second, not once making eye contact with Richard “but what if that’s all he sees me as? What if to him I’m just some poor helpless creature who needs his help and that’s why he stays? Not because he actually likes me but he likes the feeling of helping me.”

“You know that’s insane right?” Richard said immediately though you still didn’t look up at him.

“Is it though?” You mumbled “I mean not only am I not royalty but I’m not pretty, I’m not smart, I’m not strong or brave. I’m nothing”

“Y/N you are all of those things and more” Richard spoke softly “Not to mention that Dean saw all of those things in you way before he saved you.”

You brought your eyes up to meet his, your brows furrowed with curiosity.

“When we first took their measurements” Richards smile was soft as he looked down on you “Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, I don’t think he caught a single word I’d said”

A small smile crept across your face as a light blush dusted your cheeks.

“He loves you, he has always loved you. And I’d be willing to bet anything that he’s going crazy now that you’re late for the wedding.”

You chuckled softly as Richard stood up and offered you his hands, this time you took them gladly, allowing him to help you stand up and lead you up the staircase.

You pushed open the door at the top and light flooded around you, making you squint tightly.

You couldn’t help but notice, however, how empty the hallway looked, how quiet it was. There were no servants rushing to and fro, no partygoers walking down them and chatting loudly, no music as you had expected there to be.

“I’m not too late am I?” Despite the fact that you were alone you still felt the need to whisper as you looped your arm in Richards as he led you briskly down the hall.

He only shrugged “better late than never.”

You reached the entrance to the back of the room to see a guard standing in front of it.

“Excuse me” You said, reaching for the door handle only to have the guard swipe your hand away.

“You may not enter” His words were few but weighted with authority making your brows furrow.

“What do you mean, this is my wedding?!” You said, doing your best to keep your voice under control.

“I am under strict orders to keep you out of this room.”

“Whose orders?” Richard demanded clearly as upset as you were.

“Mine” A new voice spoke from slightly further down the hall.

You turned to face this new person to see the king walking towards you. You opened your mouth to respond but closed it as you found yourself at a loss for words.

“I-I’ve made a mistake” He said, his voice stuttering slightly making it evident he was not used to saying those words. “I thought that if I could prevent you from marrying my son then he would go for someone of royalty” He made no attempt to sugar coat his words as he spoke to you “Though I now see that I have underestimated my sons feelings for you.” The king took a deep breath before continuing as you watched him, too surprised by his actions to say anything “I now fear that if you do not marry him he will never be the same again.”

He waited for you say something though you simply stared at him, frozen in place. He had lied to you, given you a fake blessing, sent you to your mother in hopes that she could talk you out of the marriage, then he ordered the knights to keep you out of the room. Did he really just expect you to just forgive him?

“Move” You told him, doing your best to keep any anger from your voice.

The king stepped aside, ordering the knight to do the same.

You pushed the doors open, they didn’t even squeak as the glided noiselessly over the carpet. The crowd all turned in their seats to face you, half of their faces showing relief, the other half confusion.

Dean, however, stood in the front of the room, his back turned to you. All anger you had felt dissipated immediately as you saw him, here, he was actually here.

You nodded to the woman at the organ, signaling her to start playing. The soft song filled the air once again causing Dean’s head to perk up. He made brief eye contact with the woman before turning around, his shoulders slumping in relief as soon as he saw you.

He was about to take a step towards you when Sam grabbed his arm, bringing Dean’s attention to him. A few whispers were shared before Dean took the few steps back up to the altar.

You chuckled slightly and sent him a small wave. Dean grinned and waved back to you causing the crowd to laugh, not that you really noticed, you were too entranced with Dean.

You could faintly feel Richards arm wrap around yours as he pulled you forward, your eyes never leaving Dean’s.

Richard took your hands in his and spun you around to face him. For the first time since you had walked in your eyes left Dean’s as you looked at Richard, a proud smile on his face. He leaned down slightly and pressed a short kiss to your forehead. You grinned and offered him a small nod, a silent thank you.

He nodded back before handing you off to Dean, his large hand capturing yours and holding on tightly as he helped you up the steps.

You made it to the top and stood next to Dean, both of you turned to face the minister but looking at each other from the corners of your eyes.

“You’re late” He whispered though you didn’t miss the small smile on his face.

“Trust me it was not my idea” You whispered back causing him to chuckle slightly.

“I understand you have written your own vows” The voice of the minster broke through your and Dean’s conversation.

“No” You answered at the same time Dean said “Yes”

You turned to face him, doing your best to appear calm despite the fact that you had nothing prepared “I thought we weren’t writing vows”

Dean simply grinned and winked at you, taking both of your hands in his and taking a deep breath before speaking.

“My entire life I’ve been nothing but a prince, royalty whose every action was motivated by what was good for the country.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing “But with you I am not a prince, I’m not important, I’m simply a man. A man who pales in comparison to you.” He had to pause again, another shaky breath passing through his lips “You are beautiful, you are intelligent, you’re funny, and kind and if I were to try and write down everything I want to say right now a sea of ink would not be enough” You bit your lip to try and keep your smile from getting to big but you knew it didn’t work.

Dean paused, a familiar lump forming in his throat, before he continued “And I know you would call a number of those things imperfections, but no, that’s the good stuff, that’s the stuff that makes you you, that’s the stuff that makes you perfect to me. The fact of the matter is that the first day I saw you I felt drawn to you, this indescribable feeling filled me. And it wasn’t until I began to feel physical pain every time I wasn’t around you that I realized what had happened.”

You could feel a lump in your throat identical to Dean’s as tears clouded your eyes, little did you know the audience felt the same way.

“That day my heart made a choice and it chose you, and it makes this same choice every day after.”

Dean grinned at you, the same wetness in his eyes as he pulled you in for a hug. You clung to him tightly, forgetting momentarily that the room was filled with other people. Right now was about you and Dean, just the two of you.

After a few moments you reluctantly pulled back. You chuckled softly, sniffing and wiping your eyes carefully to keep from smudging your makeup.

“Now I’ve got to follow something like that” You joked reconnecting your hands with Dean’s.

The crowd gave a lighthearted chuckle as you reconnected your gaze with Dean’s as well. “Uh-Dean.” You stopped laughing slightly as you realized you had no idea where you were going with this “I’m going to be honest I don’t know how to start this…so let’s start with the facts. The most basic fact being that I love you, even a blind man could see that. Another fact: You love me, this being proved mere seconds ago.” You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing “And now a more depressing fact: I’m poor. And I know you don’t like to think about that but it’s true, and while you have ignored it I have let it consume me. I wasn’t royalty so therefore, in my mind, I wasn’t good enough. But you-“ You stopped, taking in a shaky breath to try and fight back the tears “You saw me for what I was, not what I wasn’t. You looked past every possible hindrance and chose me, and for that I am eternally grateful.”

A soft genuine smile had not left Dean’s face since you had started talking, giving you confidence to continue “It is in part why I am able to stand up here and have no doubts or worries about the vows I make, because you chose me. Despite all of the hard times I’ve been though, despite my brokenness you choose me. The fact of the matter is when I was at my worst you picked me up” You couldn’t fight back the giggle in your throat as a few tears spilled over “both literally and figuratively. That day you saved my life. Not forever, not for good, probably just temporarily.” You admitted honestly “But you saved my life and now I’m yours. That day you made me love you, and after getting to know you better I must admit that it is the greatest thing my heart was ever meant to do”

Dean grinned at you, a few tears of his own spilling down his face as he brought a hand up to your cheek, cupping it briefly and wiping at the tear stains on it.

The minister carried on with the ceremony and you were sure it was a beautiful one though you can’t guarantee you heard all of it. Your only other concrete memory of it being when he announced “You may kiss the bride” and Dean connected your lips to his before the sentence was even over.


The little girl ran around the room, squealing loudly as Sam chased her. Her favorite bear in his hand as he made monster noises.

“Mommy save me!” She giggled as she ran towards the spot where you sat on the ground.

You laughed and opened your arms for her to run into, Sam following right behind her. You quickly wrapped your arms, pinning her’s in place.

“I’ve got her” You chanted to Sam as she squealed even louder, squirming to get out of your grasp.

Sam laughed evilly, his approach getting slower until he suddenly pounced, dropping the bear on the floor and tickling the little girl causing her squeals and laughter to get louder.

The door to the room opened in shut softly, the sound not heard by anyone within the room.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun” His voice, however, captured everyone’s attention, including the little girls.

“DADDY!” She screamed. She was out of your grasp in less than a second and sprinting towards him.

Dean knelt to the ground and held his arms open, the little girl running right into them, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Did you bring me anything from your trip?” She asked excitedly.

“Of course I did” He chuckled, reaching into his bag and extracting a small intricate doll.

“She’s so pretty” The girl breathed out, completely entranced with it as she took it from Dean’s hand and sprinted into the other room, Sam following after her.

Dean chuckled as you did the same, groaning as you started to get up.

“Careful!” Dean immediately cried as he rushed to your side, helping you up.

“I think I can stand myself up” You laughed as a hand flew to your back, providing yourself some extra support.

“That’s why you were groaning so loudly” Dean teased as you hit his chest. He laughed and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “I missed you”

“I missed you too” You responded immediate, your hand flying to your enlarged stomach. “And he missed you too”

“So you think it’s a he?” Dean laughed, his hand also resting on your stomach.

“Have you felt him kick?” You laughed, moving Dean’s hand with you right to where you could feel him kick.

“Atta boy” Dean chanted causing you to laugh.

“What should we name him?” You mused.

Dean only shrugged, a grin so large that it had to hurt on his face as he felt his child’s kicks. You watched him an equally big smile on your face, to this day still not believing how you had ever gotten so lucky as to have met him.

does she love you better? | l.h

inspired by ‘Dancing On My Own’ - Robyn (Calum Scott cover) 

Warning: Language 

Requested: nope 

Word count: 1,249

“come on, getting out of the house will take your mind off of things.” 

“i don’t know. what if we bump into him?”

“i’ll be right by your side. i promise.” 

that night you decided to give into your friend, and go out. after her pleading for almost a week, you knew it was doing you no good to be cooped up indoors all day. it was a month after Luke broke up with you, he never really did give you a real explanation to it. said it was because he wasn’t ready to be committed. of course it stung just hearing those words, after you gave your all to him. but he made it clear that he didn’t want you to fight for him. 


you nodded with hesitation, still battling with the decision to go or not. but before you could even change your mind, your friend linked her arm with yours and walked you out. you didn’t have far to walk, unfortunately you didn’t live too far from a club. wasn’t one of your best ideas, but the apartment was pretty cheap. 

the queue for bar was extremely long, meaning it would be even busier inside. crowds were not your thing, especially at this moment in time. but with the promise of your friend being by your side the whole night, it eased you slightly. 

“go on in, girls.” 

your friend thanked the bouncer, giving him a lowkey fist bump before turning to you and winking. 

“i know him.” 

as soon as you was surrounded by darkness, loud music and a few dimmed lights you began to feel a little uneasy. your friends hand never left yours, as she gently tugged you through the dancing crowds, occasionally turning her head to make sure you were okay. 

“there’s a table over there.” she yelled over the music.

you nodded to her, following behind her, avoiding the people that were now bumping into you. although apologies were being thrown at you, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed by the physical contact. 

you finally reached the table, throwing your bag down beside you. sighing in relief, you looked to your friend, she had managed to break a heel before the night had officially begun. 

“that’s just great.” she laughed, lifting up her shoe. 

“barefoot could be your new thing.” you winked. 

your eyes wandered over the crowds, obviously looking out for him. even though you didn’t want to see him, you kind of hoped he’d be here. but the darkness consumed the faces of the dancers, making it hard to make any one out. 

“i’ll get us a drink, you gonna be alright here for a minute?” 

“yeah, sure.” you smiled, faintly. 

she pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at you. “okay… stay there.” 

as the lights began to flash, you managed to see a few faces. none of them recognizable, but their happiness made you envy them. your eyes scanned over their beaming faces, until you came across your friend, she was waving at you, a big smile on her lips. it brought one to yours, as you watched her what you could only imagine was how she danced. 

your phone became your sudden distraction, as you checked for messages that weren’t coming. 

“here you go” your friend passed you a drink, taking your attention away from your phone. 

“thanks” you smiled, sighing softly. 

“he’s not worth it, Y/N.” 

caught of guard, you stared blankly at your friend. “Luke.. he’s not worth it.” she added. 

“i know. i do.” you shrugged. 

“good. now lets just enjoy tonight, and when we’re finished here, we can get some food, because i am absolutely starving.” 

laughing, for real this time. you didn’t notice the guy across the floor staring at you. watching as you laughed with your friend, both of your hands covering your mouth just like always. 

“Luke? what are you looking at?” 

his head snapped to the girl standing beside him, looking to him displeased she awaited for the answer that he didn’t have. 

“nothing, babe.” he falsely smiled. 

“are we gonna dance?” your friend asked

“hmm, i’m not so sure we’re capable of that.” you laughed. 

for the first time in weeks, you were actually enjoying yourself. and the thoughts of Luke were pushed aside, where they belonged. your laugh and smile were more genuine than they had been for a while. 

“oh come on! we’ve gotta at least try.” she pleaded. 

“oh alright, i’ll meet you out there.” 

your friend jumped off her seat, flinging her heels under the table and rushed off to the dance floor. you almost lost sight of her in the crowds as you watched out for her. smiling as you spotted her dancing in the middle of the floor, but you were immediately distracted by the tall blonde kissing a girl up against the far wall. 

your heart stopped for a moment, as you took in the sight, unsure if it was him. you stood up, getting a better glimpse of the two, his hand on her waist, the other holding her face. as their lips parted, you knew it was him. that same smile that you used to be blessed with every morning, was right there. 

he hadn’t even noticed you were now stood there, staring at him and his friends. you didn’t recognize the girl he was with, most likely some new girl he met. but the anger soon struck you as you remembered why he broke up with you. 

your friend stared back at you, her eyes narrowing as she slowly crept closer to you. when she was close enough to see where you were really looking, she snapped her attention to Luke. her eyes widened, before she quickly turned back to you. 

“shit, shit, shit.” she murmured to herself, pushing past the crowds to get to you. 

your eyes were locked on him, but there were no tears in your eyes. just the anger boiling up inside of you. for weeks, you had been this empty shell of yourself, while he was out here with another girl, after telling you that he wasn’t ready to commit. even if she was just some hookup, it stung. 

“that asshole.” 

your friend pulled you towards, her, looking in your eyes. “let’s go.” she smiled, trying to ease the tension. 

your eyes kept wandering back to them, although you couldn’t hear the laugh above the music, it was the loudest thing you could hear. that girl grabbing onto Luke’s arm, as she kept pulling him into her, her lips caressing his cheek. drunk obviously, as she sluggishly threw herself at him. 

“come on, Y/N. we’ll go get some food.” your friend tugged on your arm.

you sighed, agreeing to leave with her. your eyes didn’t look back to them, it hurt too much to see him smile, while you were broken. 

“Luke, i wanna dance” the girl practically screamed over the music. 

“one sec, babe.” 

he carried on talking to his friends, before she began to pull him back into her. taking his attention away from them. “come on.” she whispered, crashing her lips into his. 

you managed to creep past his friends, but was stopped in your tracks as Luke locked eyes with you. his mouth gaped open, as you stared blankly at him. he made no effort to look away, but you were snapped out of your daze when your friend pulled you forward. 

“Luke, who the fuck was that?”