they were all dreamers these girls

Lost in a World of Color (1)

Summary: In a world where everyone only sees in black, life can be dull. That’s how Y/N Y/LN sees her life. She knows the only way she’ll see color is if she touches her soulmate. In a world with six billion people it’s near impossible. But all thoughts doubts leave when three men walk into her diner.

 Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak, Reader 

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

 Word Count: 1,995

 Warning: A stalker like situation, a smudge of angst,  nothing to serious 

Part Two

 A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for beta reading this! This is a short Sam soulmate!au series!

Originally posted by dxrkncss



Ever since you were a little girl, adults were constantly complimenting you on your eyes. They would always say how they were such a pretty shade of Y/E/C. You would always react by hiding behind your parents, your cheeks burning as continued to converse in conversation. Even to this day, people would stare directly into your eyes as you talked to one another. While they seemed to lose themselves in your eyes, you found yourself staring into gray dull eyes.

That’s all that you and anyone else who has yet to meet their soulmate saw. The whole world was black and white; not a damn color to be seen. It would remain like this until you and your soulmate touched, and seeing there were more than six billion people in the world, the odds were not in your favor. Everyone else you knew had no problem finding their other half. You however, were in your late twenties and have yet to find them. You often found yourself wondering if you were ever going to meet the person to brighten your dull life. Until then you’d just continue to live your life, taking one step at a time through this grey and monotone world.

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BOOKS READ IN 2015 | a great and terrible beauty by libba bray

“Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one… one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were–damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?”

What a classic.
“It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.” -Jeffrey Eugenides.

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I watched such a good documentary on Van Gogh and don’t get me wrong he is such an inspiration to many but I often see people severely romanticising him? Like he wasn’t a faultless sad dreamer sitting in soft fields all day. He was a man with untreated mental illnesses who could become almost obsessive with people, who readily caused conflict and arguments with people he cared for to the point of aggression, often resulting in these people cutting off contact with him. This left Vincent Van Gogh a very isolated man with ideals that were not suited for the time he lived in. he had a large martyr complex towards people he thought were suffering to the point where he gave a 19 year old physically scarred girl working in a brothel his severed ear as a monument for her of Vincent. Idk I just feel Vincent Van Gogh had a very complex character which deserved more respect than simply being thought of as a depressed man who though yellow paint was the key to happiness

they were all dreamers, these girls

(The Gemma Doyle Trilogy By Libba Bray)

JUDY REEVES | 17 | GABRIELLA WILDE

my wave, my shark, my demon in the dark. the blue tied pulling me under."

wake up kids we’ve got the dreamers disease

Living in Coolsville, Ohio meant that life was never normal. The town on it own had it secrets - deadly secrets. Judy Reeves never thought she would get mixed up in all but that all changed her junior year of high school. Judy, the perfect daughter. A straight A student and popular girl at school. Not for her money, but for her kindness. you see Judy might have come from wealth but her parents were a bit more on the hippier side of things. Their daughter was intelligent, in the top percentage of her class and never used her power to traffic terror or intimidation. Instead, she used it to help others. Which is why Judy volunteer to tour others to help them with school. That’s where she met Brad Chiles. The boy needed help with math, at least she thought he did. In reality Brad was perhaps one of the smartest kids from the wrong side of the tracks. He only used tutoring as an excuse to get close to Judy. After all a girl of her stature would surely never fall for someone like him but she did. Judy fell hard for Brad. There was a connection there that she had never experience with anyone else before. He understood her better than she understood herself sometimes and that meant a lot considering she often felt invisible in her opulent lifestyle. 

In no time Judy and Brad began dating, much to her father’s dismay. But she didn’t care. She was happy and that’s what mattered most. So, when the time prom rolled around it was a no brainier that the two went together. The only thing is the town was on high alert. The night that prom was supposed to be taking place was the 20th anniversary of the Coolsville murders.  In 1974 a string of murders took place in the small town. At the center of these murders was Rodney Loomis, an outcast who was pushed too far one day and took his revenge out on the student body. The murders finally stopped little did Judy know she was somehow tied to the town’s dark past. No one thought anything of the anniversary but Judy’s mom was wry of the entire thing. She tried to reason with her daughter, begging her not to go to prom that night. Except Judy didn’t listen. She wanted to spend the night with her boyfriend. If only Judy had heeded her mother’s warning because that night someone came to a prom in a Rodney Loomis mask and next thing you know the gymnasium was covered in red. There was a total of five people dead at the end of the night. The horror that happened twenty years ago had come back to haunt them. Judy and Brad barely made it out alive. It wasn’t until later Judy found out that her mother grew up with Rodney. The two were best friends and Rodney was even in love with her mother. Of course her father had gotten in the way and which pushed Rodney to his crime.  With that lingering over her head Judy knew she had to leave.

Brad had already had a love for the paranormal so together the two decided to decided to hop in Brad’s van and travel the U.S ghost hunting. In a way it gave Judy closure. Ghosts she could deal with. She always believed in them too, after all coming from Coolsville the first thing you’re taught is the haunted history of the town. But real people? They were the real monsters. That was the one thing she couldn’t face. From that day on she vowed never to return to Coolsville unless she absolutely had to now. Now Judy dedicated her life to helping others in this life and the next. 

PERSONALITY ;

+ : gentle, captivating, intelligent

- : stubborn, too trusting ,haunted

RELATIONSHIPS ;
  • brad chiles: the boyfriend
the girl with stars in her hair

she was a constellation.

she was distant, but beautiful,

she hid her face when the lights came on

and let few people–

the ones who were awake 

at three am,

the ones who were

missing someone,

the broken ones–

see her face

yes, it was then 

that she would take off her mask

and breathe in the cool night air

and tangle in the stars.

and when she woke up

they all wondered why she was

kissed with the evening due

why stars were caught in her 

long

long

hair,

why there was a trace of moonlight

trapped in her eyes. 

and she tried telling them her story–

just once–

but they all laughed,

proclaimed it a dream.

and so the star-girl dreamt on

of dances with the wind

and songs with the stars.

she let herself be kissed by the evening due,

let stars become caught in her hair,

and let moonlight hide in her eyes.

she was a constellation

and she hid herself when the lights came on

and only let those awake at three am

see her.

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Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were–damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?

No Exit - Part 2

Word Count: 2602

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

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“How do you do it?” Jo asked. The two of you were sitting at the table studying all the notes and blueprints. The boys were sound asleep. Sam was sprawled across the couch and Dean was twisted up in the recliner.

“Do what?”

“Y/N/N, I lost my dad on a hunt. I didn’t see it. I still have nightmares.” Jo said. “How do you stay so…I dunno…normal?” You chuckled softly.

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Request -- Teen Wolf One Shots! How cool is this? Can you write me a stiles x reader one shot about their first kiss? Just some fluffy awkward stiles moments pretty please? You go Girl!

(For be-a-little-dreamer. My first Teen Wolf one shot! I hope that y’all like it! xx)


If there was one thing that you were absolutely certain of tonight, it was that Beacon Hill High School’s annual “Spring Fling” dance was complete and utter bust.

Your eyes had almost rolled back into your head when the cheesiest slow-dance song ever had started to play, but had put on a big grin that didn’t have to be forced for Stiles when he had asked you to dance. Now, the two of you were swaying a bit awkwardly amidst the crowd of couples in the middle of the gymnasium floor and feeling like you were reliving a nightmare of a sixth-grade dance. The weirdest thing, though, was that Stiles was acting a bit more…odd than he usually did. Not that you were complaining, or anything; his clumsiness made him all the more charming. But when he stepped on your foot for the fourth—yes, you had started to count—time, you began to become concerned.

A nervous chuckle escaped from Stiles’ mouth when you brought a gentle hand to his cheek, and you could tell that he was trying to mask the edginess. You couldn’t help but notice that his skin grew warmer under your fingers as well; that little detail just made you more bewildered than before.

“Are you okay?” you asked quietly with a smile playing at the corners of your mouth, taking your hand from his face and locking it again with your other one behind his neck.

“Wh-What? Psh, yeah, I’m totally fine,” Stiles smirked and you barely had time to muffle your loud laughter as he suddenly pulled you closer to him. It was the perfect scenario to distract you from his unconvincing reassurance, but he was aware that you were smarter than that. “This dance really sucks, doesn’t it?”

You searched his face for some type of tell, and when you couldn’t find one, you held back your sigh. “It really does. I mean, the decorations, the music, the teachers practically leering at us—it’s like the cliché dance of dances.”

Stiles scanned the half of the gym over your shoulder, and snickered quietly at something that he saw. “Look at that. We even have the wallflower couple in the background.” He guided you with his hand on your waist into a slow turn so that you could see what he was seeing. It was Scott and Kira, standing around with cups in their hands and looking awkward and embarrassed. “Hey, at least nobody has spiked the punch yet.”

Not more than three seconds later, the ears of the population of the gymnasium were shattered by Coach Finstock’s booming voice. “Alright, who spiked the punch?! Was it you? Come on, kid! We don’t live in the nineties anymore!”

"Spoke too soon,” you told Stiles, and the both of you shook with soft laughter. Looking at him, you bit your bottom lip and missed how his eyes traveled to your mouth and how his cheeks flushed a bit. “Why don’t we ditch this monstrosity of a dance?”

“I’m totally on board with that,” Stiles gave you a wide and cheesy grin, and leaned in closer to you. “In fact, I have an idea of my own.”

You raised your eyebrows quizzically. “Please, do share.”

“You’ll have to find out when we get out of here!”

“Fine, fine,” You giggled when he twirled you around before letting to of you, and you held up your pointer finger as a signal for him to wait. “I’ll meet you out there. There’s something that I have to do.”

With a bounce in your step, you walked over to where Scott and Kira were sitting. Nothing much had changed from before, and the scene was practically pitiable now. You were about to change that.

Scott looked up when you approached him, and glanced at Kira shyly. “Hey, Y/N. Where’s—”

“Hey Scott!” He jumped when you interrupted him loudly, your voice causing some heads to turn in your direction. “Kira really, really wants to dance with you, so if I were you, I would take her out onto the dance floor before another guy does it for you. Do you understand?” He was blushing furiously and didn’t have time to answer your question before you waved at both of them. “Okay, great! Have fun, you two!” Kira mouthed a “thank you” to you as you walked towards the exit, and you acknowledged her with a wink before you pushed the door open.

Cool air settled upon your exposed skin the moment you stepped outside, which was adorned by a golden setting sun in the sky, and you wrapped your arms around your body. Stiles was nowhere to be seen, which was odd, because you thought that he would have at least been waiting for you at the door.

"Stiles?” you called, but as your voice echoed throughout the parking lot, there was no answer. “Well, maybe he’s in the Jeep.”

You walked, shivering, to the place where he had parked. When you got close enough to where you could see his beloved car, the engine and headlights turned on. It was then that you heard the melody of your favorite song floating into the night air, and burst into a grin when Stiles walked out in front of the Jeep. His headlights were spotlights that illuminated him perfectly, and you saw his foolish smile as he held his arms out. You started to run as quickly as you could in his direction while in heels, and practically fell into his chest when you reached the spot where he was standing.

“I thought that we could have a little dance of our own,” he told you, his brown eyes clear and alight. “You know, one without horrible music.” His expression became bashful, and he ran a hand through his hair. “…And, you know, with just you and me.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect,” Those words were nothing but purely honest and full of bliss, and a new atmosphere of intimacy fell around the two of you. You were instantly a bit more shy than you were before, and Stiles had to take a deep breath before offering his hand to you.

“Then, would you like to dance with me? And don’t say no, it would be really awkward if you did right now.”

“And leave you in the midst of rejection?” you joked playfully, and put your hand in his. Your heart rate oddly shot up at the contact of your skin. “I would love to, Stilinski.”

It was unlike before when Stiles had put his hands on your waist; this time, you were more conscious of how they sat on the shape of your body, and heat radiated from your cheeks. You locked your hands together at the nape of his neck, and before you could stop yourself, you put your head on his shoulder. Stiles closed his eyes at the sensation of your warm breath on his neck before starting to dance to the music still pouring out from the speakers of his Jeep. He was now too conscious of the pace at which his heart was beating, hoping that you couldn’t hear it. There was no need to worry, though, because you were too concerned on if he could tell that there was a nervous edge to your breathing.

“Inside, you were asking if anything was wrong,” Stiles’ whisper that suddenly broke the silence between you almost made you jump. “And I said I was fine. That wasn’t the truth, and I knew that you could tell.”

You hesitantly pulled away from him so that you could look into his eyes, which were now unfathomable. “Then, what’s wrong?”

Stiles’ hand shook as he took it from your waist and tucked a piece of your loose hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered a bit there, and you hoped your hard swallow wasn’t audible. “All I could think about then…” He laughed, but it was half-hearted and tinged with anxiety. “…was how much I wanted to kiss you. There, I said it!” His last exclamation was full of victory, and you couldn’t help the giggle that made its way from your throat. “I—I just didn’t know how—”

“Kiss me now, then,” you told him, placing his hand on your cheek. Your own was shaking the slightest bit, and you wished for it to stop.

His eyes grew wide. “Really?”

“Really,” you confirmed with a smile. “Unless you want me to change my mind!”

Stiles didn’t say anything in reply, but used the hand that wasn’t on your cheek to guide you closer to him. It was obvious now that the breaths that left both of your mouths were ragged in anticipation and anxiousness, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your eyes fluttered closed as the two of you leaned in towards each other…

…and bumped noses. Stiles burst into laughter that was akin to a hyena’s, and the sound that left your mouth was one of complete horror.

“I am so, so sorry!” you exclaimed, sure that your face was the color of red wine. “That was totally my fault—”

Your apologies were suddenly cut off when Stiles smoothly brought your mouth to his, taking advantage of the situation to catch you off guard and do what he had been wanting to do the whole time. You relaxed into the kiss and out your arms around his neck once more, deepening the embrace as his arms tightened around your waist. A chuckle left Stiles’ mouth, and the both of you smiled against each other’s lips.

"Well,” Stiles breathed when you finally pulled away, a wicked smirk on his face. “That could have been a lot worse.”

You punched his shoulder with a stupid grin. “Shut up and kiss me again, Stilinski.”

“Your wish is my command,” Stiles teased before putting his lips on yours once more, a promise that there would be many more in the future.

YA Lit Meme[2/10] Series or Books

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

“ Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned.”

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Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were–damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?


A GREAT AND TERRIBLE BEAUTY FANCAST

Florence Welch - Gemma

Holliday Grainger - Felicity

Dianna Agron - Pippa

Natalie Dormer - Ann

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YA Lit Meme - Ten Books or Series [2/10]

Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story? Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were–damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn’t true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn’t be different for them, because they weren’t special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can’t be. There, now. Isn’t that the scariest story you’ve ever heard?”

Something better than before

Prompt by Anon : Olicity and Baby Sara at QC - POV from an employee

It is really short and it could have been much better, sorry.

Enjoy anyway :)

Tagging since they so generously asked : bluemorgana olicitykisses mel-loves-all olicity-beautiful-dreamer @olicitysexwillsetusfree phieingelaere


One of the things that Gerry loves most about his work at Queen Inc. (formerly Palmer Technologies) are the days when Oliver Queen comes to visit his wife at the office.

And yes, he knows he has a boyfriend, but hey, he’s still allowed to watch. And Oliver Queen is a very fine looking specimen. And today, the swooning factor is heightened by the fact that he’s carrying Sara Diggle in his arms. Gerry remembers that Felicity told him they were baby sitting the little girl for a few days while her parents were on a well-deserved vacation.

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Thought son Girl Meets Money

Okay, I’m a bit over due with this but I wanted to put my thoughts down. 

First off, yes, it’s a bit jarring how they keep putting the episodes out of order, but I liked that they were still wearing winter clothes int his episode. 

The looks between Maya and Lucas are all melty and heart-eyed. I dig. I think this is supposed to happen before GMNY, so it just seemed cute all around. 

Originally posted by creativelybroken

I like the lines it draws between pragmatist and dreamers and how when the core four interacts, they change each other for the better. Riley and Maya give Farkle perspective - his progress from “profit is everything” to “We should give away our money”. Riley and Lucas teach Maya to dream. Maya ‘knows better’ when Riley and Lucas don’t. 

And Farkle is willing to bend the rules of logic and science if it’ll make Riley happy - Pluto will always be a planet in my ceiling. 

Originally posted by mayahxrt

I think this is the episode Jacobs was talking about when he said that Maya was going to teach Farkle how to live. 

I want to give Maya ALL OF THE PROPS because her advice for Farkle was truly excellent:

1. Appreciate what you do have. 

2. Don’t get caught on whats not real. 

3. It’s better to be together. Always. 

4. You learn when money comes in handy - you learn to be practical with the little money you do have. 

Originally posted by rilaya-baywindow

LOVED the moment when Maya says “What US does for THEM” and Cory tells her she’s an US. And silent props to Katy for busting her butt so Maya ‘gets to wake up in her warm bed and have waffles for breakfast’, I hope that in that silence Maya appreciates all that her mom has done for them. 

Also, second props to Katy for letting Maya keep Ginger. I mean the ferret just showed up one day, and Katy let Maya keep him, even though it meant having to find the money for ferret food and prolly a vet and all that jazz. 

Riley’s reaction, how she got all teary eyed? that’s a version of Riley that I really love. Same as with her love for the Knicks. 

I hope it gets addressed down the line that both Maya and Riley seem to like sports (Maya is the pitcher in the softball game, and other than Lucas she’s the one who seems to know what she’s doing, and she ‘drops the marble like a dude’ in STEM. Riley LOVES the Knicks). 

Originally posted by felicityhart

The Miss America and Halloween scene, I LAUGHED so hard, but also it served to illustrate who Riley and Lucas are at their core.

 Also, in the last few episodes, I’ve noticed that while Riley and Lucas are very similar in their core believes, they are fundamentally different on how they approach them. 

For example, with Maya, Riley quite often decides what they are going to do and ‘whips’ Maya into caring, Riley is very into getting her own way and she often pushes Maya in ways she does not appreciate.

 Lucas, by contrast, is far more gentle when dealing with Maya, he talks to her and she listens, he suggests but he knows she doesn’t like being pushed so he doesn’t. Lucas is far more okay with not getting his own way, I mean, he talks but he never really forces anyone to do anything. 

Originally posted by mayaahart

But I digress.

The last thing that really jumped at me: Minkus and Jennifer could have sent Farkle to a ritzy, private school. They certainly got the money for it. But instead they chose to send Farkle to the local public school, because they trust the system. 

They themselves got a really good education in the hands of Feeny and Turner (and the other nameless teachers), and that’s a testament to the kind of teachers they had. They believe that what Farkle gets out of public school - teachers who care, and friends who love him for him, not for whom his parents are, and just general normalcy - are more valuable than a ‘prestigious school’.

Also, this means something: 

Originally posted by auggieematthews