this damn book gives me so many feelings

anonymous asked:

My two cents of the rune thing- I'm pretty damn sure it's the real dead, you read me a like a damn book, but even if it's not... So what? The placebo effect is real and powerful. Doctors use it all the time! It's part of the routine of care you get. If the act of having someone do a thing makes you feel better, or gives you insight, then heck yeah you should pay for it! You're providing a service that gets results, for one reason or another, and should get paid accordingly.

Thanks, friend, and thanks for the review. 

And also…I’ve seen them work, for magic and divination both, far too many times to doubt. 


Originally posted by marilynmay

Request: Hi! Can you write an imagine where the reader is Derek’s girlfriend but she sleeps with Peter and Derek finds out? Pleeease :) 

Author’s Note: This one gave me so many feels! Ugh I think I broke my own heart writing this :c I hope you like it, though. Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; feels; smut


Damn Peter Hale straight to Hell.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he crooned, giving me those mischievous blue eyes. I sighed loudly, shaking my head. 

“Peter, I just came over here to get those books. That’s it,” I said, my voice hard and serious. Everybody knew that Peter had an ego the size of Texas, but it was still unexpected when he had taken such a liking to me. I was dating Derek, and had been for nearly a year. We were fairly happy together, and despite everything supernatural, we made it work. But once the older Hale decided he saw something in me that he just couldn’t resist, he pounced. Peter flirted with me shamelessly, even in front of his nephew. I’d be lying if I said that sometimes I didn’t enjoy it. After all, Peter was attractive, and he could actually be charming…on occasion. 

“Just one kiss,” he insisted playfully, stepping closer. I rolled my eyes at him to dismiss the offer, but I couldn’t stop the slight blush that rose to my cheeks. “I know you’re attracted to me. Just give in to your desires. One night.” He was right there now, whispering in my ear.

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anonymous asked:

he likes me and i like him but hes too fragile and doesnt want to get hurt again... write about it?

“I think I like you,” I admit out loud, “but whoever had your heart last hurt you too badly, and I don’t think you’ve recovered yet.”

He shakes his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

“I could like you. Hell, I could love you. I know I could,” he smiled at me, “but you’re right. I was hurt last time. And honestly, I’m scared.”

I understand, I wanted to say. But the words couldn’t escape my mouth. Because I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to understand. I wanted to help him. I wanted to try and fix his heart, but he’s too guarded.

“I’m scared that I’ll end up loving you too much, and giving you all of my heart, only to watch you leave with it. I’m scared of not knowing what could happen, ya know? I’m scared of it all.” He said.

“Feelings are scary. I admit that I’ve thought about you hurting me, once or twice. But I just…” I stopped.

“You just, what?” He asked.

Closing my eyes, I rushed out the words, “I think you should just give me a damn chance. I could be worth it.”

I have finals this week y'all, so if I’m not on as much this weekend or I don’t do as many, it’s because I’m stressing the fuck out😂🙃


I have a confession to make. When I was 11 years old and the other girls my age had posters of NSYNC and Backstreet Boys hanging on their walls and talked about who their favorite boy from the band was and which one they wanted to marry, there was little me with my secret crush on Luke Skywalker and my walls covered every inch in Star Wars posters and pages I took out of the Star Wars Insider magazine and every figure on display and every book on my bookshelf and me obsessing completely over Star Wars and not giving a damn who Justin Timberlake was.

It seriously warms my heart to see so many people falling in love with these movies that I’ve loved for 20+ years and to see so much of it on my dash. This was something my friends made me feel ashamed of loving when I was in my awkward years, but I never cared and I never stopped loving it and yes I named my first son Luke and yes I call him just like Aunt Beru and omfg Star Wars! I can’t breathe! I couldn’t breathe the first 20 minutes of TFA. Like life doesn’t even feel real right now. And Luke is so dreamy. He’s my original precious cinnamon roll omg.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to Tosche station to pick up some power converters and hopefully find some blue milk to cool down.

Nesta and Cassian...

I have this theory/hope/dream that when Cassian and Nesta finally have their mating bond click into place, that it is Cassian that cooks for Nesta. Because, we already know Cassian cooks. And Nesta would basically try to wear the pants in the relationship and I think Cassian would allow her too in this circumstance because he knows that’s who she is and what she needs and I just love this theory so much…like he would try and play it off as if its no big deal because Nesta doesn’t care about traditions, but, like, Feyre would secretly explain to Nesta why it is a huge deal and Nesta would be so honored secretly and would eat every drop or bite of his stew…like oh my gosh these damn books give me so many feels.