they're all so beautiful i couldn't choose just one or two

the-word-weaver-of-the-faeries  asked:

“let’s keep this between the two of us.” Azriel and Feyre?

“Let’s keep this between the two of us, okay?” Feyre mutters to Az as he slips, unobtrusively into her bedchamber and she jumps to her feet, hurrying to meet him. 

The shadowsinger just nods, ever dutiful to his High Lady’s every wish. 

“No-one saw you come up here, did they?” she can’t help herself asking anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as though expecting Rhys to burst through the door at any moment and catch them together. 

Azriel just gives her a flat look that implies he’s insulted she would even ask such a thing of him. Perks of being a super spy, she supposes. 

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says, holding out a hand in invitation. Azriel grips it tightly and they winnow into shadow and darkness. They emerge moments later onto the pleasantly warm Velaris streets, pleasantly bustling but not overly crowded, something neither of them would have appreciated. 

They set off together, Azriel quietly leading the way while Feyre follows, smiling and nodding at some of the people they pass who wave greetings to her. “Thanks so much for this, Az,” she puffs out, checking her bag to ensure she brought her purse with her. She doesn’t usually, typically relying on the convenient credit she has in most stores, but she doesn’t want Rhys to have any inclination of her purchase today. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he says, leading them down into a quiet, shaded street and walking to the very end, a small store tucked into the corner. “I live to serve at the  High Lady’s pleasure.” She squints up at him, one eyebrow raised, and he smirks. “And entertaining as his last birthday was, I understand it’s not an experience you want to repeat.” 

“No,” Feyre groans, burying her face in a hand at the shame of it. She has many talents and she loves her mate dearly, as Azriel knows,  but gift buying has never been her strong-suit. And the bastard has a habit of finding exactly what she wants every single year without fail. Just once she wants to get him something absolutely perfect. Fortunately, she has a secret weapon in the form of Azriel. 

“Really though,” she grumbles, pushing into the shop after him, “Who’s allergic to strawberries?”  

“Rhys,” Azriel hums simply in that way that implies he knows everything in the world and that nothing could ever surprise him. 

Well, he had been surprised last year when Rhys had taken a large bite from one of the chocolates she had delightedly given him and then promptly started choking. The shadowsinger hadn’t been expecting that. Unfortunately neither had she. 

“And Keir,” he adds as an apparently innocent afterthought. 

Feyre blinks, startled, looking round at him. She supposes it’s not too odd, Keir and Rhys are related, even distantly. Still, “I suspect that comes from the list you have tucked away somewhere that details every known method of killing that bastard; not a concern for the steward’s meal choices?” She muses lightly. That tugs a small, dark smirk out of Az. 

Azriel leads her to the back of the shop then stops in front of one of the small, dusty glass-fronted cabinets to let her see what he’s picked out for her. She opens her mouth to point out that the display is stuffed full of items, she isn’t sure which one he means, but she stops when she sees it, her face lighting up in a smile. Hugging a rather startled Az she whispers, “It’s perfect.” And is relieved when he accepts the hug, smiling, patting her rather awkwardly on the shoulder to convey his acceptance of her gratitude. 

Once Feyre has made her purchase and had it carefully wrapped up by the owner, who seems friendly with Azriel, well, as friendly as anyone can be with him, the two wander back out onto the streets of Velaris. Feyre insists on dragging him into a nearby shop and pressing a large amount of fine differently coloured balls of wool into Az’s protesting hands and then further insists on taking him for a quiet cup of tea. 

She rarely spends time alone with the shadowsinger, he always seems to be out somewhere on some secret mission sometimes she doubts even Rhys knows about. That or closeted up in his room with Mor, enjoying the time he has with her. Usually she only has conversations with him like this when they all go to Rita’s and neither of them feel much like dancing for an hour or so. 

It’s nice, though. Azriel has a quiet, oddly calming presence, even with the shadows darting around him, whispering, always whispering. There’s a comfort to being around him, a sense of safety, and an odd feeling that she could tell him anything and he would simply nod and understand. As a result, Az is the one she’s gone to more times than she can count when she’s had a difficult decision about the court to make that she doesn’t want to put on her mate. He inevitably listens to all she has to say and offers a few quiet insights that help her make up her mind. She values his opinion, and his friendship, more highly than she thinks he’ll ever know. 

Not longer after they’ve sat down in a comfortable booth by the window, they’re both brought two teas and slices of cake that she hadn’t ordered, but that she suspects Azriel did, given that they’re both topped with liberal amounts of strawberries and that their arrival prompts a rare, mischievous smile to blossom across his lips. 

Feyre nibbles at her cake then decides now is as good a time as any to bring up what she wants to, as well as have her revenge for this little dig about the strawberries. Looking slyly at Az over the rim of her cup she says innocently, “I’m sorry to take you away from Mor, I know you just got back, you must have been wanting to spend some time with her.” 

Azriel just blinks at her, saying nothing, as he drops a lump of sugar into his tea. Then another. Then another. She’s discovered, from these little retreats they make to this place from time to time when they both need a little peace and quiet, that he takes an inordinate amount of sugar in his tea. He had confessed to her once, with a small smile, that it was his one and only weakness. 

Finally, carefully, too carefully, Azriel says, “I’ll have plenty of time to brief Mor, later.” Yes, brief her, amongst other things. 

“Mm,” Feyre muses, taking a small sip of tea, “Wouldn’t you rather have spent the morning with her than me?” 

Azriel blinks, apparently genuinely bemused by this comment, “You’re my friend, Feyre,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I like spending time with both of you.” Damn. She really should leave the subtlety and intrigue up to Az as well as the gift choosing. And he’s too earnest and good-natured, there’s no fun in teasing him at all. 

“Azriel,” she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “I know.” He blinks owlishly up at her again, clearly implying you know what? And she just scowls at him because if she doesn’t get to tease him then she’s not playing games with him either. 

A deep flush of colour burns into Az’s cheeks as he stares at her, “How?” he rasps eventually and she smirks smugly at him. 

“You’re not the only one who can know other people’s secrets, Az,” she says with a grin, taking another pointed bite of the strawberry cake, which really isn’t half bad. She might have to bring Rhys here at some point, then she might have half a chance of finishing a dessert on her own without the High Lord’s spoon magically making its way over to her plate while he twitters about ‘mating bond equality’ and ‘what’s yours is mine, Feyre darling’. 

Azriel’s face darkens at that and a low, protective growl rumbles in his chest, “Who told you?” he demands, hands curling into fists. 

She starts in surprise at the sudden black venom in his voice and opens her mouth to say something when Azriel freezes, apparently realising how he’d reacted. The blush on his cheeks darkens and his wings twitch, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, and she has her suspicions that he and Mor haven’t been together for long confirmed, based on his response. 

“It’s alright, I understand,” she says quietly, and she does. That need to protect, to keep her safe must be heightened for the two of them after the amount of time they spent apart. She smiles, “And no-one told me, Az,” she huffs, a faint hint of playful scolding in her tone, “I can find some things out without the help of you and your spies, you know, I’m not blind.” 

“Says the woman who didn’t notice for nearly fifty years that her mate is allergic to strawberries,” Az mumbles into his tea, but she notes the playful spark in his eyes and resists the urge to kick him under the table with difficulty.

Instead she reaches over and takes his hand, “I’m happy for you, Azriel. For both of you. You deserve this,” she gives his hand a soft squeeze and finally manages to coax a faint smile from him.  “But why-” 

“Didn’t we tell anyone?” Azriel supplies for her. She supposes he has to find some way to claw back his composure, the best way he knows how, making sure he knows everything she does. Mostly. She nods. He shifts uncomfortably, wings rustling in agitation at his back as he shrugs. “We would have, when we were ready,” he says quietly. “We’re just…Not.” She’s never seen him so discomposed before, he’s usually the picture of articulate eloquence. But Mor…She does this to him. “Not yet, Feyre, please-” 

She gives his hand another quick squeeze, smiling, “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, Az, I promise.” He smiles, nodding his head, and thanks her. 

They finish their tea and cake and then Feyre winnows him to Mor’s townhouse before returning herself to the House of Wind to finish up her preparations for Rhys’ birthday. 

The next day, her mate is delighted by the delicate ornament of crystal Illyrian wings she gives him, after having spent all of the day before painting them, accenting the details until they’re a near perfect replica of her mate’s own. 

Feyre notes the way Azriel’s scarred, gentle hand slides around Mor’s waist, squeezing, drawing her in close, just for a moment while no-one else is watching….But misses the way Rhys raises his glass of wine in Azriel’s direction while she’s chatting to Mor, thanking his brother for picking out the gift. Az nods and smiles. The two of them are content to keep this particular secret between themselves for the rest of their long eternities. 

Beautiful Creatures Sentence Meme
  • "I've been having the same dream for months now."
  • "I want him/her, no matter what happens."
  • "At first I thought I was losing my mind. Then I realized it would be no great loss."
  • "Insanity's inevitable."
  • "It was like love before first sight."
  • "Only two types of people here, the ones too stupid to leave and the ones too stuck to move."
  • "Anything is better than a life standing still."
  • "To be unstuck in time in a constant state of stage fright."
  • "If I dress like I care, I lose credibility."
  • "I envy people in comas."
  • "How does loving Jesus make that man/woman so crazy?"
  • "Why would anyone wanna move here?"
  • "How 'bout you and I go see a movie or something? Oh, that'd be just heaven!"
  • "I wish you would stop reading those types of books, they're bad for your mind."
  • "_____ looks like death eating a cracker."
  • "Are you nuts? You almost killed me!"
  • "You know I never understood why Leo had to die in the end! Why couldn't they take turns?"
  • "If I get in the car, will there be more of this interesting conversation? Because I'd rather drown."
  • "I can't believe you told me the ending to Titanic!"
  • "Well, that was a dead-end conversation on a road going nowhere."
  • "I don't feel like being a haunted house attraction today."
  • "Some people never go crazy, what truly horrible lives they must live."
  • "I think we need time apart."
  • "I pray every night you won't go straight to Hell."
  • "I won't go straight to Hell, I wanna stop off in New York first."
  • "This is one of those banned books."
  • "You can't pray in class."
  • "Never been on the outside looking in, have you?"
  • "I memorized this whole thing to impress you. Damn!"
  • "I never know whether you're insulting me or not."
  • "Again, wrong century."
  • "_____ loves Google."
  • "I hope this doesn't sound weird but I think I've been dreaming about you every night for months."
  • "That did not sound as creepy as it did in my head."
  • "So, like what, you're from Europe?"
  • "We prefer the term "Caster.""
  • "That is such a mortal thing to say."
  • "I hate hiding all the time."
  • "You're a miracle. Why would you ever want to be normal?"
  • "You wanna go out with me?"
  • "Wait, am I going out the window?"
  • "Promise me it'll be a really normal, awkward teenager date."
  • "I won't even call you after!"
  • "Let's get out of here."
  • "Most people spend their entire lives waiting for a moment that's going to change everything and it never comes."
  • "What could happen besides getting your first hangover?"
  • "They can choose, why can't you?"
  • "I don't know who I really am inside."
  • "I distinctly remember not inviting you."
  • "Boyfriend/girlfriend, huh?"
  • "Loving this boy/girl puts you in terrible danger!"
  • "You're not losing me!"
  • "No matter what you do, no matter they do to me, I'm still here! Now what does that tell you!"
  • "And I yelled at you because I care about you!"
  • "I don't want to be any further away from you than I am right now."
  • "I'm scared I'm gonna hurt you."
  • "Go ahead, kill me."
  • "The person I love has to die!"
  • "I just want to be with you."
  • "That's okay, I don't think you're cool now."
  • "How am I gonna survive a lifetime with you surprising me?"
  • "They took you from me."
  • "You can never be together."
  • "Define 'good.'"

anonymous asked:

Hello! So two things: Do you think there is any relation to Dean saying he doesn't believe in a damn thing at the end of 13x04 and him saying I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing back in 4x10? (They're also the last lines spoken of their respective episodes) 2. They're using Led Zep aliases in this weeks new ep, thoughts? Thank you!

Good morning my lovely Nonny!! 

Oh, not one but two things? Love it! 

Thing numero uno: any relation between 13x04 and 4x10?……

Can I say that I’d like there to be, but that I don’t know if there actually is? I mean, I can read into this until the cows come home and see all the threads over the seasons knitting together into something fucking beautiful right now, and a callback to S4 fits with how the callbacks have been extremely S4-S5 heavy, but the narratives of those two episodes differ enough for me to not be 100% certain that quote was used as a direct mirror of these two moments, if that makes sense.

What is interesting, though, and thanks for pointing it out, is that both of those moments deal with Cas related situations. Being rescued from Hell, with all the emotional turmoil that entailed, marked the true beginning of Dean’s coming-of-age story. So that sentence “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing” could be viewed as twofold: 

  • dealing with the surface narrative and addressing all the horrific memories Dean carries with him
  • and dealing with the subtext of how coming back and being thrust into a whole new world, where angels are real and one in particular keeps challenging Dean’s entire world view

Because the growing pains that begin the moment he crawls out of that grave must be hard to handle, too… At least how I see it. :P

By 13x04, the same angel that instigated those growing pains, that made them inevitable and made them worth it, the loss of this angel - who has always been the sunlight on the tentatively blooming faith in Dean Winchester - is now the reason why Dean is completely internally numb and why he can’t believe in a damn thing. It’s an emotionally anchored, full circled narrative strand that really, truly makes my brain hum with happiness. Now for Dean choosing to have faith for himself… *orgasmic*

Thing numero dos (and that’s me exhausting my Spanish vocabulary) (if it can even be called that) (lo siento): hum hum hmmmmm so many thoughts on the Zepp aliases omfg. I mean, if they can’t afford to use the music, at least they can choose to allude to Led Zeppelin in other ways and… obviously they are. In the episode that is more or less bound to end with them face to face with Cas in the most epic fucking “Hello, Dean” cut-to-black cliffhanger that this show has EVER EVER EVER fucking produced. Ok, if you like Cas. And Dean. And CasDean. Then EPIC. It will be so fucking goddamn epic. I cannot imagine anything else or anything less, not with Yockey writing the episode. I’m so excited!!! 

It could be a very, very casual plant of Zeppelin, though. Like, that’s the only Zepp we get. BUT…. for an episode just prone to be about Dean’s grieving for Cas. I mean, every episode up until now has been about performing!Dean being dismantled where he stands AND Dean’s inability to move into the acceptance stage of his grief, so an episode named Advanced Thanatology is just set up for Sam pushing Dean into a situation where Dean might have to face his control issues… Because they’re at the heart of it all. *I could die happy* It would mean Dean is learning to live with the loss of Cas… and that’s when/why he gets Cas back. It’s how the character reward system works. You learn a lesson, something good happens - you repeat a pattern, something bad happens.

Something very fucking GOOD is about to happen and we have the spoiler alert for it (hello Dean) so I am so so so crossing fingers that it’s linked to Dean taking steps in the right direction. I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t, but heyyy, I don’t know it will so we’ll see!

The reunion in 13x06 is meant to be understated, and I think it will be. I think it’ll be oh wow hey hugs and then back to business, but I have the biggest lady hard-on for the thought of exactly what Jensen is going to do with his facial muscles around Cas for that episode. Oh it’ll be understated the way only Jensen Ackles can play it. I cannot wait!! 

And what about Cas. He came back… well, looking human to a fault, running his hands over and grasping at that dried grass, FUCKING SMILING (oh my god if smiles could melt the world) and tilting his head to the sunlight, to the warmth of the sun on his skin. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. I loved that moment too much for words. How will Misha play him now? It makes sense he comes back with his emotional life still intact because he can slowly begin this journey towards (don’t mean to upset anyone here comes a bit of human!Cas hope) clipping his wings and making the choice to clip them FOR HIMSELF. If we see him relate to the world in the humanised way he was relating to it for all of S12 (though he still had a ways to go!!) and they build on that, then him finally realising/admitting to himself that he doesn’t want to be bound to Heaven in any way anymore will be believable and even understandable. AAAHHHHH FUCK! If they go this route then FUCK ME SILLY! 

This is now turning into spec, sorry, Nonny. My brain tends to shoot off on tangents when inspired. Inspired is good!! :P

Thanks for the ask, my lovely! Ask again soon! 

xx

Heathers the musical - Sentence Starters
  • I believe I'm a good person.
  • This ain't no high school, this is the thunderdome.
  • I know life can be beautiful.
  • Things will get better as soon as I get my letter from Harvard, Duke, or Brown.
  • You're on jiffy pop detail.
  • You're a high school has bin waiting to happen.
  • They are solid Teflon.
  • Grow up, bulimia is so '87.
  • I crave a boon.
  • Shut up Heather!
  • If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves.
  • You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?
  • Honey whatcha waiting for?
  • Welcome to my candy store.
  • Maybe sesame street is on.
  • Why, when you see guys fight, does it look so horrible but feel so right?
  • Could you face the crowd,?
  • Could you be seen with me and still act proud?
  • I would fight for you, if you would fight for me.
  • You can set my broken bones and I know CPR.
  • Woah, you can punch real good.
  • You've lasted longer than I though you would.
  • If some night you're free, wanna fight for me?
  • My dad keeps to suitcases packed in the den.
  • It seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7/11 right there.
  • Freeze your brain.
  • Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?
  • I learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent.
  • When the voice in your head says you're better off dead, don't open a vein, just freeze your brain.
  • It's time for big fun.
  • So it's salt, then lime, then shot.
  • You need a jello shot!
  • The demon queen of high school has decreed it.
  • Monday 8 am I will be deleted.
  • 30 hours to live, how shall I spend them?
  • I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.
  • I'm a dead girl walking.
  • See I've decided I must ride you til I break you.
  • You're my last meal on death row.
  • I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.
  • So the world's unfair, keep it locked out there.
  • No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew.
  • I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.
  • It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.
  • No one sees the me inside of me.
  • Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply.
  • They couldn't see past my rock star mystique.
  • Maybe I can help the world by leaving.
  • She didn't mean to be a snatch.
  • I'm bigger than John Lennon.
  • She's the horse I never got for Christmas.
  • You've got a left hand, use it.
  • You make my balls so blue, they're hanging sadly.
  • They made you cry, but that will end tonight.
  • You're the only thing that's right about this broken world.
  • Our love is god.
  • Free pussy, and we don't even have to buy it a pizza.
  • We can start and finish wars.
  • We're what killed the dinosaurs.
  • They died because god said they must.
  • I worship you.
  • I'd trade my life for yours.
  • So lets go hunt some jocks.
  • What the fuck have you done?
  • I love my dead gay son.
  • We don't choose who lives or dies.
  • Lets me normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer, and watch tv.
  • Can't we be seventeen?
  • Don't stop looking in my eyes.
  • I wanna be with you tonight.
  • Yeah we're damaged, badly damaged but your love's too good to lose.
  • You're the one I choose.
  • Shine a light.
  • Let in sunlight and your pain will disappear.
  • In the sixties, love was free. That did not work out well for me.
  • Cold, clammy, and crowded. The people smell desperate.
  • Everyone's pushing, everyone's fighting.
  • If I say the wrong thing or wear the wrong outfit, they'll throw me over the sides.
  • Still, the weakest must go.
  • Stupid childproof caps!
  • You don't deserve to live.
  • You whine all night.
  • At naptime, once we shared a mat.
  • I watched him dream for nearly half an hour.
  • Then he woke up.
  • My kindergarten boyfriend and I...and a horse with wings.
  • Certain boys are just for kindergarten, certain girls are meant to be alone.
  • Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.
  • Still, you've earned that red scrunchie.
  • I've experienced everything you're going through right now.
  • You don't know what my world looks like.
  • Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.
  • You chucked me out like I was trash, for that you should be dead.
  • One, two –– fuck it!
  • Please don't leave me alone.
  • You were all I could trust.
  • I wanted someone strong who could protect me.
  • I let his anger fester and infect me.
  • No one here deserves to die.
  • It's one more dance and then farewell.
  • This little thing? I'd hardly call it a bomb.
  • I wish your mom had been a little stronger.
  • I wish your dad were good.
  • I wish we'd met before they convinced you life was war.
  • I am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.
  • Please stand back now...little further.
  • Hope you miss me, wish you'd kissed me.
  • Say hi to God.
  • You look like hell.
  • War is over, brand new sheriff's come to town.
  • My date for the pep rally kind of blew...me off.
  • Are there any happy endings?
  • We can be seventeen.
  • If no one loves me now, someday someone will.
  • One day we'll change the world, but lets kick back tonight.