this is my first time doing something like this so pls

i really don’t want to do that again 

something like love

Originally posted by jinjks

Love is something like a whirlpool of crazy insane emotions that thickens and brews in your heart and stomach and mind until you decide that maybe, yeah, you are falling so far in love.


pairing: jungkook | reader ; barista!jungkook
words: 3.4k 
genre: a tinge of angst and a wHOLE LOT OF FLUFF
summary: jungkook isn’t good with words, especially with girls whose dumb boyfriends dumped them but miracles do happen on a Saturday rainy night when you showed up drenched and desperate for a hot mug of hot chocolate.
a/n: LATE BIRTHDAY GIFT TO MY LOAF @pennelty honestly i don't know why the heck you want angst but i tRIED so pls love it for me thanks b.


The first time Jungkook met you, you belonged to another man, hands intertwined with tender loving eyes that gazed into each others for hours as Jungkook catches on little remnants and snippets of muffled conversation that were exchanged with steaming mugs of coffee beneath your noses.

It didn’t instigate any conflicting emotions the moment your frame enters the little café situated in the corner of the streets, a canopy from the congestions and city life of Seoul. Yet, as weeks pass, and your presence became a regular to the baristas and even the usual customers of the café, Jungkook had taken a fond habit of taking his time to drink you in every time you stopped by, specifically on late Saturday afternoons, where the glory of the sun rays dimmed and the chilling air was a perfect time for a cup of coffee. His colleague, Jimin became suspicious when Jungkook demanded to work for the Saturday shift, but even frequent squabbles and interrogations could not get Jungkook to admit anything he had for you.

But like the first time, and every other times, you had been and always will be belonged to another man; the intimacy and ardent aura that the both of you radiated stirring unwanted feelings and soon enough, when hand holding turned to chaste kisses, Jungkook didn’t bother to fight down the venomous jealousy that spread in his veins like wildfire.

Whatever peculiar dangerous emotions he was feeling, Jungkook knew he had no reason to intervene, to stop the ruthless battle in his heart as he watched the beautiful smile of yours, stars that swirled in your eyes like the galaxies that he maps out in his mind and the dulcet laughter that brought life to the ever so empty café. And while he unearths his greatest desires that lie in the heart of a stranger he only conversed in coffee language, Jungkook wishes that he was the very reason for all your beautiful things.

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oooooh okay, that eye twitch tho. i didn’t notice that on my first viewing of the promo but.  oh boy. oh boy. jensen pls find your acting chill okay because i can’t handle the emotions i just got from a fucking eye twitch oh god.

i am so ready to see what the effects of 32 days of solitary confinement, (probable) isolation from his brother, and whatever else they do have on dean tbh. because i mean, he’s obviously been alone before and he was in solitary back in S2 but not for 6 weeks and not without a plan. they weren’t trying to get caught this time and they don’t have a guy on the inside helping them. and. that face up there is v reminiscent of some expressions we saw on moc!dean, but also less…controlled??? which is probably v not good. sitting in his own silence for that long is having an affect on dean that looks like something we haven’t seen before and listen 12.08 wasn’t an emmy-winning epiosde but j e s us i am so excited for prison!winchesters again omg.

I can’t get over Shades and Mariah

I CAN’T GET OVER IT

For Mariah, Shades is like a devil, something that seduces her down to the person she didn’t want to be, that she claimed she wasn’t all along. Cornell tried to force her using ‘Family First’ motto and tried to keep her with him. But Shades just sidled up and promised her what she wanted and complimented her and helped her and then they were entwined. It’s not what she wanted but with Shades (and Alex) she didn’t even just keep her head afloat, she came out stronger, both emotionally and in her place as the boss.

BUT FOR SHADES Mariah is like…the holy grail. The entire time we see Shades he is in a follower position. Even the times he takes charge and pushes to the leadership position he was doing it for someone. And he is so unbelievably loyal to the person he follows. Even when he saw firsthand how out of control Diamondback was, how nothing and no one was more important that Luke Cage’s anguish, even when he was the only one suffering the consequences he remained steadfast (First name Law. Last name Yer). Even when confronted with Diamondback’s betrayal he didn’t choose to see it until it was spelled out for him. By that point he was already loyal to Mariah, saw how strong and brave and perfect she was, and when Diamondback fell out of Shades’ first place spot it was easy for Mariah to slot in. It was more than easy. It was a perfect fit. 

THEY’RE THE PERFECT EVIL DUO AND I CANNOT HANDLE IT

anonymous asked:

"I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you" for satori pls pls pls ily

Tendou Satori:

He didn’t know how much longer of this he could take.
It wasn’t like she had asked to take a break, but when she implied that she needed a week away from him due to studying and her club, she might as well have just dumped him. Tendou didn’t expect himself to be so upset over the change, but he was. He thought life would go on as usual, volleyball, shounen jump, sleep, repeat, but there was an empty pit inside of him that forbade him from doing so. He never thought he’d be so attached to another human being in his life, these feelings were so foreign to him. For the first time ever he was actually pining over something that wasn’t fabricated, he was pining over her.
Tendou was sure that if it were any other time of the year, he’d be able to get by just fine. However, tomorrow was Valentine’s Day, and celebrating it when you have a girlfriend without her really being there was sure to be tough. He figured he could just get by like he has been for the past eighteen years, but that would most likely be impossible. He knew she wanted a little bit of space for her studies, but he was sure to end up calling her two hundred times throughout the day.

It was currently 11:27 PM on February the 13th and Tendou has never felt more strange. The last time he had spent hours refreshing and reloading __’s tumblr was way before they were dating, when his crush on her was borderline stalkerish. Everytime he reloaded it stayed the same, the top post a mocking gif of her blowing a kiss at the camera. He just wished she’d text him, or call him, or something. He didn’t even see her in school all that much either, her being in class five. Tomorrow was going to be hell, he was sure of it. With all this moping, he became the self proclaimed “Ebenezer Scrooge of Valentine’s Day”, but instead of muttering “bah humbug” under his breath, it was more like a string of dirty cusses. He got off her page thirty minutes after he realized that she wasn’t going to post anything, and pulled up their previous text messages. The last thing she said was, “I love you”, and re-reading that made him all the more upset. He really, really wanted to reach out to her, more than anything. He typed a quick, “I miss you a lot”, his thumb hovering over the send button. He didn’t want to bother her or anything, she was probably sleeping or studying and he didn’t want to distract her from either. With a sigh he closed the app, his message to be forever unsent.


The next day at school was a tedious treachery. He didn’t know whether the cancellation of all clubs was a blessing, or a curse. He was going to go with a curse. Now that he didn’t have volleyball to distract him he was to succumb to locking himself away in his bedroom with three cups of Top Ramen and watching Kuroko no Basuke until he passed out. He wouldn’t necessarily call that ideal, but it was ideal enough. The closer he came towards his house the more and more he wanted to return to school. There was a horrible feeling in his gut and he hated it. He felt mad, upset and anxious all at once. He knew she had her phone on her, why couldn’t she text him at least once? Was he that much of a burden that she had to close him out completely? She definitely wasn’t busy during her lunch period, couldn’t she come see him? He was mad at himself for growing soft, for being so easily malleable in the hands of this girl who decided that she should just cut off everything with him. Then again, maybe he really wasn’t growing soft, he could just be extra hormonal this week, he did do a lot of jacking off.


When he did finally get to his house, he almost vomited. There, on his porch, was a figure, his favorite figure, with her phone in her hands and a bouquet of varying shades of roses. He tugged his earbuds out, and began to walk a little bit faster.
“__?” He called out, stopping a few feet away from her. She looked up, smiled sheepishly, and replaced the phone in her hand with the flowers.
“Hey, Satori.”
“What’re you doing here?” He inquired, his hands balling into fists in his pockets. He really wanted to play it off like he hadn’t missed her with every fabric of his being, but it was hard when she was giving him the sweetest look he’s ever seen.
“Oh… I cleared my schedule to spend all day with you…” She smiled, fiddling with the ribbon on the bouquet. “It would be pretty malicious of me if I didn’t spend Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend.”
Tendou let the smile he held back evade his face, all whilst wondering how he ever doubted this girl. He dropped his bag and ran up to her, waiting for her to set the flowers down before pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
“I missed you.” He muttered into her hair, closing his eyes at the feeling of her warmth that he craved. “And you didn’t have to buy me flowers. Just showing up is a present by itself.”
“No, I did have to get you flowers, see…” She slipped out of his grip, bending back over to pick up the roses. “The red ones stand for love, the pink ones stand for sweetness and, the maroon ones…” She sighed. “Well, the maroon ones stand for sorrow and regret. ‘Cause it was a really stupid decision to ignore you for a week, and I’m really, really sorry.”
“No, no, don’t be sorry.” He cooed, graciously taking the flowers from her hands. “I get it, your career comes first.”
“Semi told me how much you complained about me being gone. By what I’ve heard, you weren’t alright.”
“Oh, what the fuck, he told you?” Tendou whined, his lips turning downward into a strange pout. “I didn’t want you worrying about me.”
“You shouldn’t’ve complained to Semi then…” She laughed, stretching upwards to plant a firm kiss on his cheek. His heart fluttered in his chest, the familiar feeling warm against his skin. He hadn’t talked to her in precisely six and a half days, but those six and a half days felt like years. He cupped her face in his hands as she pulled back, pressing the tip of her nose against his.
“I missed you too, Satori…” She muttered, kissing his lips and allowing him to melt in her arms.
Well, maybe he was malleable, but he wouldn’t move for anyone else.

Hera occasionally falls asleep while piloting the Ghost. It’s not something she likes to do, she certainly doesn’t do it on purpose but starting rebellion takes time and energy and who needs sleep anyways? (Hera does, but she won’t admit that). 

The first time Kanan found her sleeping he panicked. What would he do? Let her sleep? He should, but she was sleeping in the pilots seat, while flying. He decided in the end it was best to let her sleep, but not awkwardly while flying the ship. So he carefully picked her up and brought her to her room, and laid her down in her bed.

Kanan sat down in the pilots chair, deciding where to go. Chopper, being an absolute charmer that he is, grumbled at Kanan for sitting in Hera’s spot. Kanan would have no idea where they were going, all he knew was that they had no current jobs lined up, meaning they had nowhere to be. With the help of Chopper, they both decided that Hera needed some joy in her life and that they would travel to some place fun.

When Hera woke up a few hours later, she panicked, because she distinctly remembered falling asleep flying the Ghost, but she soon realized she was in her bed. She got up, grabbed some Caf and sat down silently glaring at Kanan for letting her sleep so long. 

Anyway

Jean Grey x Reader

A/N: I listened to Lauren Aquilina’s cover of Sex by the 1975 and it broke my heart and I avoided about a million other things to write this but oh well, I’m in the weirdest mood right now and this worked for me so w/e also I love Jean Grey with all my heart and soul @madithewriter pls suffer with me

You’re both more than a little tipsy the first time Jean kisses you, but that doesn’t make it any less electric. Her lips are soft and sweet and unfamiliar on yours and it feels like something in you is igniting as her hand rests lightly against your neck, and maybe it’s mostly the vodka, but her closeness is dizzying and nothing else in the world matters to you right now. All you can do is softly cradle her face in your hands and kiss her back, and you know you shouldn’t; she has a boyfriend, she’s your best friend, you shouldn’t. But you are. She’s holding you and you’re kissing her and oh god do you want her.

You don’t talk about it the next morning.

The second time she kisses you, it’s late on a Tuesday night and you’re supposed to be studying for a history exam but she abruptly stands up from your desk chair and grabs the notes from your hands, dropping them carelessly beside the bed and deliberately crawling up beside you where you’re sprawled across the covers, her hand sliding up your shoulder and tugging you up by the back of your neck. She kisses you and everything else falls away as her mouth moves insistently against yours, her long red hair hanging down around you and as you tentatively reach for the buttons of her shirt, you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her small, inviting smile and wide eyes as she tugs gently at the hem of your skirt, as if asking permission.

You wake up the next morning and the bed beside you is still warm, but she’s on her feet, pulling her shirt over her head, her books already in a tidy pile on the corner of your desk. She leans down and kisses you quickly before grabbing her things and leaving your room and you both pretend nothing happened.

When you see her with Scott later you have to look away, throat inexplicably tight.  

You kiss her the next time it happens. She’s lying back on her bed and she’s tired and angry over something she won’t tell you about, so instead of trying to talk to her, you tentatively lean over and brush your lips cautiously against hers. She reaches up to hook an arm around your neck, hauling your body down against hers as she kisses you back, hard and demanding, and all you’re aware of is the way she feels under you as you wedge one of your knees between hers. Your hands are a little shaky as you gently pull her shirt off, but hers are steady and nimble as she tugs yours up over your head and undoes the clasp of your bra before sliding a hand up the slope of your back to the nape of your neck and tugging your lips back down to hers. Her body is warm and pliant beneath yours and somewhere in the back of your mind you know this is wrong. She isn’t yours, no matter how much you try and pretend she is, and doing this isn’t going to make Scott disappear. But you’re selfish, and if this is the only way you get to be with her then you’ll take what you can get, so you push the insidious voice of reason away and you try to focus only on the soft sighs she’s emitting as she writhes beneath you.

You try to leave later that night, but she sleepily wraps herself around you and so you lie awake listening to her slow, even breathing and trying not to think about how head over heels you are for her and how badly this is going to end for you.

You have lunch with her and Scott the next day, and pretend not to care that she’s wearing your shirt while she kisses him.

After a while, you stop trying to pretend that you don’t go to each other for sex. You stop pretending to yourself that you don’t use it just for the temporary closeness it gives you and you stop pretending to yourself that you don’t know that what the two of you are doing is wrong. It’s not fair to Scott, but you’ve never claimed to be a good person and you’ve never had any self-control when it comes to Jean, and if the whole arrangement weren’t so fucked up, you might almost call it love. You watch her grab her shirt from off your floor and pull it over her head, leaning down to press a kiss to your collarbone before leaving, and when you’re alone you wonder if you’re ever going to be able to find a way out of this at all, let alone one that doesn’t leave you in pieces.

This isn’t love. She has a boyfriend. This isn’t love.  

You know you’ll keep sleeping with her anyway.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that this is the episode where magnus and alec talk about what they want from their relationship and they ask questions? Because todd and matt and harry have said over and over thats what they are going to do. But at the same time how do you think that this ties in with the fact that magnus is showing his cat eyes to alec and they go shopping and maybe even have sex? Like what is you opinion or theory on how its all going to tie in with each other?

was it ever confirmed that they are gonna talk about what they want from their relationship? if it was pls send me a link or something so i can expand my opinion a little bit but anyway i think alec, as a 23 year old that has never had any relationships before and it’s just starting one with someone with a lot of experience, will want to jump into things real quick. he wants to have sex with magnus already, and honestly it would be unrealistic if they waited until the first “i love you” to have sex when that never happens, alec is starving for physical contact which means he is gonna want to do physical stuff before talking to magnus about how he feels (which is very alec because he doesn’t tell people how he feels he just acts), and i mean it’s not a bad thing, they are a healthy couple and they do communicate, so what i think is gonna happen is that next episode they are gonna start feeling a lot more comfortable with each other (they are officially in a relationship now), alec is gonna start getting nervous because sex is gonna happen at one point (not because he has to but because they both want it) but because he has no experience he’ll talk to izzy, just keep in mind that sex is already in his mind, it’s not forced or something he is scared of, so moving on, magnus will show him his cat eyes because he trusts him and alec will want to have sex with magnus because he’ll feel like he wants to also do something big for magnus (warlock marks are like a huge deal so maybe he feels like he wants magnus to know he also trusts him) but they won’t get very far because either a) jace interrupts them right before they can do anything or b) magnus stops alec and tells him that he wants alec to take his time to think about it, either way they won’t end up having sex right then, they’ll talk about how they should wait a little bit longer or something, but still i think they’ll end up having sex at the end of the episode or something. we still have four episodes left and we know that there’s malec in every single one of them, so we’ll see them communicate and talk a lot now that they are actually in a relationship, but we can’t ignore the fact that they just started dating and they are in the honeymoon phase which means that there’s probably gonna be a lot more physical stuff and attraction between them and more flirting than anything but that doesn’t mean they don’t communicate or are serious about it,  they are falling in love after all.

edit: actually you know what? i changed my mind, i think alec is gonna show magnus he wants to have sex before magnus shows him his cat eyes, like magnus stops him and tells him that before they do anything that he wants to show him his cat eyes and yeah….

“The past doesn’t define who you are, it just gives you the starting point of who you’re going to be.” 

“Do you believe in destiny?” 


Jen Brown voices a lot of great characters, let me tell you. 

Pyrrha and Carolina are two characters that I hold very close to my heart and so I finally wanted to make something featuring them. And as usual my colors are wonky but hey it’s a learning process. I love these two so much, and so I’m happy to have something with them in it, and I adore Jen for bringing these two to life. <3

Request -- THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY okok so a one-shot where Dean keeps having nightmares and Cas can sense that something's wrong so he pops up in Dean's bedroom and at first it scares the crap out of him (not literally js) but then he's like what do u want Cas and Cas gets Dean to talk to him about his nightmares and Dean breaks down to him and Cas comforts him I nEED DESTIEL FLUFF AND CUDDLES AND TOUCHY FEELY TALKS PLS AND THX

(I haven’t written Destiel in a SUPER long time! I hope that you like it!)


From an unfixed place in the universe, Castiel couldn’t help but watch over Dean as he slept. The Mark of Cain had been keeping both him and Sam on their toes lately, and he didn’t want the few hours of sleep that the older Winchester got every other night to go unmonitored. Sure, he knew that Sam would barge into his brother’s room at the drop of a hat, but he felt more comfortable this way, knowing that he could also make sure that Dean wouldn’t wake up and do anything rash.

So far the night had been peaceful, and Castiel was thankful for that he could be at ease for now. The only thing was that if it was painful seeing Dean trying to hide his fear every second of the day, it was so much worse at night because that’s when the angel was forced to see it destroy his features. His forehead was creased in a constant state of panic, and his eyes flickered in a terrorized way under his eyelids. It was like he couldn’t escape whatever he was running from in his head; it scared Cas to see this, but he hadn’t had an outburst yet. Even in sleep, his jaw was clenched almost as tightly as his hand was gripping the gun that was under his pillow. Dean had become more cautious as well; he had hidden a knife under his bed, which could easily be reached since he slept with one of his arms dangling over the edge. It was frightening, but it was normal.

As he watched Dean, Castiel couldn’t help but be sorrowful. He had seen humans come and go for far too long, and not one that he had come across had been as self-sacrificial and righteous as Dean Winchester. He was the one who always fought even though his strength had run out and a protector of the ones that he loved, the man that everybody revolved around when trouble was near. Now, the sun in his forest-like eyes had set, leaving his gaze a midnight stare that stood prominent over the bags that were the color of bruises under his eyes. It hadn’t truly risen again in a while, and Cas missed seeing the light in them whenever the angel caught his stare. It had been his own personal sunrise, and he didn’t know how long more he could deal with the violent darkness it had been replaced with.

The angel was pulled out of his train of thought when he hears a sound akin to a whimper leave Dean’s mouth. He materialized inside of his room within a second and was instantly near his bedside, panic flowing through his body. There was a tremor going through the Winchester’s body, and his hand was reaching for the knife underneath his bed.

“No…” Dean mumbled under his breath. The single word tore through Castiel as soon as it fell from his tongue, for Dean sounded like a helpless child. His voice was weak and frightened, with no strength underlying in it. It grew higher in volume, reaching the peak of a yell. Any louder, and Sam would definitely hear him. “I-I…can’t—”

"Dean,” Castiel said quietly, taking the man’s quaking hand in his. All he needed to do was stay calm.

But the broken man wouldn’t wake up, paralyzed inside of the images that his mind was conjuring up to torment him with. The arm with the mark was so tense that the veins in it were bulging, his hand making a fist as if the blade were in it. “Sam? S-Sammy, no!”

His words got choked up in his throat, a few crystalline tears dampened his cheeks, and Cas had had enough of seeing a person that he cared so very deeply about in pain. He put both of his hands on either side of Dean’s face, a lump growing quickly in his throat. He opened his mouth to yell at him, but Dean then said something that nearly ripped Castiel’s heart in two.

“C-Cas,” Dean breathed, his chest shuddering. He started to shake his head in sorrow, and sobs erupted from his mouth. Fragile, his face and body screamed; the angel didn’t think his touch couldn’t be more delicate than it was right now. “Don’t you d-dare…you c-can’t…”

Castiel swallowed hard, but his throat felt aflame as his misery grew. He tried calling Dean’s name again, just as gently as before. “D-Dean.”

Even though he had been so soft in his plea, Dean awoke with a start. Cas stumbled back into the all, his composure having momentarily disappeared, as the man sat up in a flash and pointed his gun straight at his heart. It was terrifying, but not because there was a weapon aimed straight at the angel’s heart; it wouldn’t injure him in any way. No; it petrified him because Dean’s eyes—the ones that used to hold the sunrise that marked each day for him—were something along the lines of monstrous, making his gaze dark and animalistic and blood hungry.

It registered in Dean’s mind an instant later what had just happened, and guilt took over the darkness in his eyes. He put down his gun with a shaky hand and ran the other through his hair, subtly wiping his eyes in the process. He was embarrassed—and ashamed. He wasn’t supposed to be like this, vulnerable and afraid of what would happen next, especially in front of Cas; he was the last being on earth who Dean wanted to hide this from the most.

Cas,” The angel’s name sounded so very wrong ground out as Dean gritted his teeth, especially after he had said it in such a brokenly loving way in his nightmare, and he felt remorseful when hurt flashed in Castiel’s eyes at his tone. He lightened it up, and tossed him a grimace that they both knew was supposed to be a forced smile. “What are you doing here, man? You scared the crap out of me.”

Castiel gulped. Dean was good at putting on façades, but he could see the real agony behind the mask he was putting on. “I could be saying the same thing about you, Dean. It frightens me whenever I find you in a scene like this, and—”

“I’m fine,” Dean interrupted Cas, rubbing his hands over his face before looking back up at him. “I’m serious. I’m thankful that you were concerned, but there’s nothing to worry about now. It was nothing.”

It was the worst, lying to Castiel, but particularly because Dean knew that the angel could see right through him. That was kind of a specialty of his, and he could almost always sense the lies in his words; this was most certainly one of those times.

“That didn’t…it didn’t sound like nothing,” Castiel hedged. His azure gaze was filled with bewilderment and worry, and Dean was trying his best to ignore it even though it made his heart seem heavier than it already was. Cas’ voice grew stronger as he stared into Dean’s eyes. “In fact, I know that it wasn’t nothing.”

Dean feigned a yawned and stretched out his arms; he didn’t have to exactly fake his exhaustion too much, for he knew that his face was the quintessence of tiredness at the moment. “Look, I’m tired out of my mind right now, and I just want to go back to sleep.” His last words were less than convincing, because he knew for a fact that he would be wide awake for the rest of the night. “Just tell me what you want, Cas.”

An unfathomable expression seeped into Castiel’s face, and he took a step forward. “What do I want, Dean?” The question was choked up and desperate, and Dean turned his eyes to the floor as it pierced his heart. “I want you to stop pretending that everything is fine while Sam and I just know that that is not the case! I want you to stop shutting us out and sending us away whenever we want to talk to you!”

Cas walked the rest of the distance to Dean’s bed, and sat next to him on it. When Dean didn’t look at him, Castiel reached our and used gentle fingers to coax his chin up. His evergreen gaze was now swimming with emotion, and Cas was sure that his were as well. He spoke in a softer voice now, the sound ardently tender through and through. “Every single day and night, I live in the fear that in any single given moment you’ll snap, and I know that you live in it too. These nightmares that you are having, they are proof of that. They keep reminding you that you are already living in a nightmare, one that is inescapable at the moment.” Dean’s eyes were showing the slightest glistening of tears, and Castiel took in a shuddering breath. “I want you to open up to me, Dean. I want you to allow me to guide you through this nightmare, but I cannot do it if you are not willing to let me.” He bit his bottom lip, blinking away the saltwater that threatened to blur his vision before meeting Dean’s gaze once more. “I—I want to see light in your eyes again.”

Dean was rendered speechless by Cas’ words, and those trembling lips of his opened and closed a few times before he was able to actually speak. “D-Damn it, Cas, damn it.”

Castiel was utterly confused until Dean abruptly buried his head into the crook of his neck. His whole body was shuddering with sobs, and his arms were a bit constricting around Cas’ neck because of how tight they were locked around it. It was completely out of character for the Winchester to do such a thing, but Castiel’s mouth turned up into a small smile as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist; he was finally opening up to him, allowing all the barriers that he had built so carefully to fall and crumble into dust. There was nothing more that Cas could have asked of him.

“I’m so scared, C-Cas,” Dean murmured shakily against his skin. “Anything could push me over the edge, and I have no idea of knowing when the M-Mark could get ahold of me. I just hate being so weak in front of you and Sam—”

Weak?” Castiel pulled away from the embrace, eyes full of disbelief. “Dean, you are, without a single doubt, one of the most strongest human beings that I have met in my entire existence. You fight for and save so many people without thinking one thought about yourself.” Another smile graced his face as he spoke his next words. “You’ve saved me so many times. It’s your turn to allow others to save you.”

The angel wasn’t prepared for Dean to lean forward and slowly brush his lips against his just as his last word had left his mouth. He closed his eyes for the split second that their lips kept contact, and even though the kiss was small, he could feel everything that Dean was. The pain and fear were still there, but dulled by the undeniable presence of hope.

“Cas?” Dean’s voice was no longer meek, but strong.

“Yes, Dean?”

Dean swallowed before asking his next question. “Would you mind…just staying with me tonight?”

That’s when Castiel knew that Dean was allowing him to guide him through the nightmare that he was living, letting him fight for him just as the Winchester did for others. He nodded his answer, watching as Dean’s agony was replaced with happiness before he spoke.

“Of course I will.”

The morning soon came without trouble and they were an entanglement of limbs and blissful tears, and Castiel was content. And when Dean woke up and gazed up at him, a single “hey” falling in joy from his lips, the angel swore that he saw it in his eyes:

A sunrise.

Rules: put your music on shuffle, list the first 9 songs and your favorite lyrics from each song. Tag 9 people!

I was tagged by @thegirlinthehighcastle thanks dear! :)

1. Last Night, The Strokes

Oh baby I feel so down

And I don’t know why

I been walking for miles

2. Miss Jackson, Panic! at the Disco

I love her anyway

3. Goner, 21 Pilots

I’m a goner

Soembody catch my breath

I wanna be known by you

I wanna be known by you

4. Dear Maria Count Me In, All Time Low

I’ll see your name in lights

We can makeyou a star

Girl, we’ll take the world by storm

It isn’t that hard

5. When I Come Around, Green Day

So go do watcha like

Make sure you do it wise

You may find out that your self doubt

Means nothing was ever there

You can’t go forcing something if it’s just not right

6. Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner, Fall Out Boy

Drink down your gin and kerosene

And come spit on bridges with me just to keep us warm

Then light a match to leave me be

Light a match and leave me

7. All I Wanted Was You, Paramore

Think of me when you’re out, when you’re out there

I’ll beg you nice from my knees

And when the world treats you way too fairly,

Well it’s a shame I’m a dream

8. The Modern Age, The Stokes

Stop to pretend, stop pretending

It seems this game is simply never ending

9. This is Your Life, the Killers

Wait for something better

No one behind you watching your shadows

You gotta be stronger than the story

Don’t let it blind you

Rivers of shadow 

This feeling won’t go


People I’m tagging (feel free to ignore if these tag games aren’t your thing): @wildfirewinchester @ysabeau-valikov @justsomerandomfangirlsblog @pancakehuckleberry @rhymingteelookatme @ravenclaw-helena @idkwhatmyurlshouldbe @tsyphony @stuff-i-need-to-find-again  

tea/story time

So everyone knows that namjoon and I first anniversary is coming up. It’s like in June but namjoon is already planning. He’s not telling me anything but saying “it’s a surprise”. I honestly don’t know what to say or do. So an hour ago, I got a text message from his best friend…jackson wang🙄😩. He’s so sweet but sort of flirts with me but namjoon is saying that he’s just playing with me. Jackson texted me saying meet me at this restaurant. I’ll send you one of my bodyguards to drive you to the restaurant. Wear something as beautiful as you are🌹👅. So I’m like aight let me do my face and put on my best dress🙄😒. So the bodyguard picks me up from the house, we arrive to the restaurant, and he walks in with me inside. When he got inside, no one was inside but Jackson with a huge bouquet with roses. He walked up to me, gave me a hug, and walked with to the table. I sat down and asked “what do you want boi ?! I gotta go back home and cook my man some dinner” he said with a pouty face “but I ordered you your favorite…Chinese dumplings” I’m out like what then he leaned and kissed my cheek. He said “namjoon is a lucky man but he’s too stupid to leave you in a house alone and cold. If I was with you, I would keep you warm in my arms and you would never leave my sight” I didn’t say anything but nodded my head. The dinner was too overwhelming bc we all know that Jackson is a handsome hunk like who’s mans is this😍✊🏼‼️. But I’m with namjoon and he’s my everything. Idk what to do. Someone pls hmu of what to do. If you want Jackson, I’ll call him up with a blind date on Tuesday

astrayeus-moved  asked:

7 & 12?

meme ☆ ooc - ffxv questions ☆ 

  • ( 7 )  Favorite relationship in game?

Hands down Noctis and Regis’ relationship is at the top of my list but that has a lot to do with my relationship with my mom. I share everything with her. I even approached her at age 23 to tell her the first time I tried weed. Which is something I can see Noctis doing; trying the drug and feeling so much guilt, he feels it necessary to tell his dad because SHITSHITSHIT I WANTED TO TRY A THING PLS DON’T BE DISAPPOINTED IN ME.

*shakes fist at the sky* damn you square for not including the pea soup scene in the final game. damn yooooouuuuu

  • ( 12 )  Feelings on the ending. Were you satisfied or left down? Would you change anything, or keep it the same? 

Heroic Sacrifice! As painful are they are, I am a sucker for it. 

For the most part, I was satisfied but I don’t like that nagging feeling that I don’t know everything. If I could change one thing, it would be to show how the world changed after a year. this doesn’t have to be done with a long cutscene either. the camera could follow cidney’s truck down the highway, with a voice over narrating how happy everyone is and life is turning around. end scene with cidney parking in front of a stone grave and lays flowers down. 

 the hero doesn’t sacrifice themselves because they want to but because they know it’s necessary for others to continue living. show viewers that the sacrifice wasn’t in vain.

Camren theory (pls take time to read it)

So here’s my theory. I definitely think that Camren is real because ever since their XFactor days, they’ve been so close. Like not just like bff close, like something more. There’s even a gif where when they were sent to the next round, the girls like hug each other out of joy and Lauren first turns to Camila behind her and Camila grabs Lauren’s face like going for a kiss but I think she purposely slipped her hand and the thing ended up as a hug. There are definitely tons of Camren moments during their XFactor days, we just haven’t noticed it before.

Moving on to their life after XFactor. They started doing covers of songs and posted it on YouTube and got thousands of views. If you look closely, their stares are like very different, not the one you give your bff. And there was a time when the secretly held hands behind Ally during a cover of Frank Ocean’s ‘Thinking about you’.

Moving on to their tour with Demi and tons of other artist from the music industry. Camren started to get close in public. And by that I mean even in interviews they have those passionate stares at each other, getting jealous, you get the point. Then Lauren stated once in her tweet saying “its camren yo”. Then people started to support this shipping. They continued to be really sweet and passionate towards each other, continued giving those stares. Their tweets and reblogs are somewhat related to one another, its like they’re tweeting and reblogging about each other.

Then the time came when Lauren and Camila started to get annoyed and irritated of the insane Camren shipping. They kept on denying it on interviews but the shippers just grew stronger and bigger. And then Camila started dating Austin Mahone, moved on and started dating Shawn Mendez, both of which are in the music industry btw. In one of HollywireTV’s interview with Shawn Mendez, you can see Camila on the background together with the 5H girls. A guy, who I think to be their manager or something, talks to Camila and points toward Shawn. Camila nods and puts on a fake smile and proceeds to approach the interview and interrupt, getting the attention of Shawn and the interviewer. They began talking and in the background you can see Lauren look past her shoulder towards the interview. A few moments later, the other 5H girls except for Lauren, joins the interview. Then Lauren joins them while looking at Shawn with a jealous look in her face. At that point I started to think that their management doesn’t like the whole Camren thing or they don’t want the group to be lesbian or gay. After that there were still Camren moments but then 2015 came.

I bet Lauren and Camila started to get really annoyed of all the camren related questions. The stares slowly faded, the sweet smiles, laughs, everything we loved about Camren. Their friendship cracked because of overboard and over-reacting shippers. I’m not saying that Camren shippers aren’t awesome, but sometimes people get overboard. Then there was an interview where both of them were seated by each other but a noticeable gap was separating them. It was like my hand could fit there! And the other girls were really seated close, no gap at all. And that’s what we call the infamous ‘Camren gap’. My heart ached at the sight. And in the interview there were no signs of any interaction between them. My little Camren heart stopped beating. I began to think that Camren was over, as a matter of fact many people did. And then in October or something, they started to talk again. That single action revived my once dead Camren heart. And their interviews this October had interaction. They were freaking interacting finally! I leaped in joy. I was and am glad that they started to comfortably talk in public again. And now they are in Madrid, on tour.

My theory is that Camren is real, ever since their XFactor days. This continued until they started their first tour. I think they started to open up about their ‘secret relationship’ in public, specifically twitter and then other social medias as well. The management Camren shippers began to grow in number rapidly, and things started to go overboard. Both got annoyed and the management does not approve. Both started to date guys but only lasted for a short amount of time. Maybe to give the Camren shippers a reason to stop shipping them. I think it was an attempt to stop the Camren fanbase. But nothing could stop us, we supported them, but some got overboard. Now they are starting to open up. I’m happy for that.

I also think the other 5H girls know the real thing behind Camren because sometimes they give away things, hints, clues, to us. I don’t think it’s on purpose but they definitely couldn’t control themselves, not in a bad way of course.

What I would really like to address to everyone is that we should tone down our Camren shipping. Like what I mean is let’s not rub it to their faces. Let’s keep things on a low key because maybe they’re just uncomfortable. Respect is key guys. I definitely know that one day, they’ll come out and we will be most definitely happy for them. Let’s patiently wait for that moment. We, and them, don’t need to rush things. Camila is still 18 and Lauren is 19. They’re still young I mean guys come on. Let’s wait and let them take their time.

Please don’t take this too seriously. This is just a theory. If I have written something wrong pls correct me :3 also to have more idea, look up 'What is behind Camren’ on youtube then you’ll get my point, well part of it. Mostly the management one.

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(   ͡°   ͜ʖ   ͡° ) my kagehinaexchange  gift for code 107 !!

neighbour au, basically, where kageyama and hinata’s rooms in their separate buildings are basically an arms reach away from each other and hinata has a habit of making friends with whoever moves there each time

He thinks he must have the worst neighbour in the world after meeting Kageyama Tobio but that changes when he sees him smile for the first time

“I’m almost there. Repeat, almost there.” 

“Got it the first time you said it already, potatoman. I’m gonna head north right now; stay above their range. Meet me at Barnes’.”

“Yeah, yeah, as planned. Now ‘scuse me, I’ve got a co-pilot to catch.” 

ayyyyy aint this thing a lot brighter than the previous ones? its because my life has crashed and I dont care to hide the flaws anymore. spotlight on the mess. right at its face. 

also!!!!! I got my new laptop!!!! and drew this on it!!!!! and fucked shit up cause my brushes are all over the place and CS5 refused to be set up properly

but at least I got to draw Wiishu in a big art. in which I chose an angle that omitted her face. like the doof that I always am. 

I’m so sorry