this is my friend arielle

after 12.23

(yes, more angst. i love to suffer.)

He’s seeing him again. Everywhere. 

Back when he was fresh from Purgatory he couldn’t be sure that what he was seeing was even real, but he knows now that this is not. 

Well, except that it is, in a way. Shimmering blue light in the distance, not grace but something else entirely. Real as the far-off twinkle of the stars, beautiful and unreachable in all the same ways. He stares for a very long time into the burning center of wisping shapes, cold and familiar. The heavy expression fixed on the face is endlessly unnerving, like the eyes see right through Dean and into the fabric of the world behind him. Dean always ends up turning his eyes down in shame. Out of grief that he’ll never get to move past.

He bundles himself up in jackets like he had when he was young and just as scared and alone as he feels right now. Swimming in them because of all the weight he’s lost. Not on purpose, it just… happened that way. The joints in his hands stick and crack when he cleans his guns. He takes up smoking again just to get some warmth back in his chest.

We could make this go away, Sam tries to tell him. Dean won’t have it. The chill in his bones is a comfort, and he’ll fight to keep it even if it ends up freezing him from the inside out.

Them in the passenger seat again together. The Impala’s chassis doesn’t balance out the way that it does when there’s two people in there, leaning on the turns and squealing in the wheels, but he can still pretend. He hangs an elbow out the open window and taps his cigarette out onto the oil-slick asphalt. He keeps his eyes straight ahead when they pull up to a red light. He shivers and fights the urge to turn his head, stare into dead eyes.

Dean tried to talk, the first few times. But there’s just not enough of him left to dredge up an answer, Sam thinks, not even the affectionate syllable of a name. There’s not much they can do about that, but Dean loses sleep over it anyway.

It’s Dean’s curse to be haunted by what he wants and loves. Ghosts, sometimes, they’re not tied to things. They’re tied to the people that hold too tightly to them.

Bath (Shawn Mendes)

Hello, here’s the new imagine!  Thank you for requesting this! Sorry for posting slowly, just dealing with some serious crap x

Request:  Can you please do something where like you’re in gymnastics and you hurt you foot. Not bad but like you twist it. So Shawn freaks out and takes you to the hospital and they say nothing’s wrong. And when you get home Shawn like spoils you w/ a bath and it’s just fluff. PLEASE BTW ILY

Hope you liked it x

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I breathed a sigh of relief as I landed on my feet after practicing a part of my floor routine. I relax when there’s just ariel left (a cartwheel with no hands) and I shouldn’t have done that. They say don’t get too comfortable doing sports. I gasp when I lose my coordination and quickly close my eyes waiting for the ground to meet my body. I scream out in pain and cover my face when I feel twisting ankle. “Y/N!” I hear my coach yell. I lay on back in excruciating pain. I see my coach running to me with paramedics behind. I take a deep breath before trying to put weight on it and falling back down. Another sharp cry leaves my mouth. Paramedics quickly carried me to the locker room.

“Y/N!” you turn around to see Shawn rushing to you. “Are you okay?” Shawn asks panicking while other gymnasts snickers. “I’m okay” I nod my head while whipping tears from my cheeks. “But you screamed and cried!” Shawn talks concerned “Don’t worry Sha…” “YOU HAD ONE JOB Y/N! AND SERIOUSLY ARIEL?” my best friend interrupts Shawn stepping through the door. Also a gymnast. Everyone starts to laugh except for Shawn, who looks really lost and confused. “Why are you all laughing?” Shawn looks at everyone confused. “Because baby it happens all the time. Just this time it hurt a little more” I say smiling before pressing our lips together.


“Okay Y/N. It’s just a twisted ankle. You can go home” doctor tells me and helps me to get up. Quickly I feel Shawn’s arms wrapping around my waist. “You sure you okay?” Shawn asks concerned while walking me to his car. “Yes” I roll my eyes playfully.


“Don’t move, Y/N” Shawn tells me before quickly disappearing. “What are you doing?” I yell laughing. “You’re going to have a hot bath!” He yells from the bathroom. “You’re a dork!” “But you love me!” “Sadly I do” I say to myself “I heard that!”


I stand not moving while waiting for Shawn to leave so I could remove my clothes. “What?” he asks looking at me. I raise my eyebrows. “Go away. I need to take my clothes off” “I’ve seen you naked before” Shawn laughs “And you won’t be able to get into the bath without my help” He smirks. I groan but do what he wants me to do. I slowly stripped my clothes off, letting them fall beneath my feet “Don’t look at me like that, Mendes” I chuckle. Shawn takes his clothes off and gets in the water. “Come” he reaches for my hands. Before helping me to get in. “It’s hot” I squeak when my feet touched the hot water. I sat between Shawn’s legs and let the water embrace my naked body. I look around to see scented candles lighted up. “How the hell did you do this in a few minutes?” I ask turning my face to his. “Magic” Shawn smirks leaving wet kisses on my jaw and neck. I smirk taking a handful of bubbles before blowing them to Shawn’s face. “Y/N!” he yells laughing before splashing water onto me. I let my muscles relax and rested the back of my head in the crook of Shawn’s neck. The room went quiet, the only noises was both of our heavy breathing.

Layin’ out the gear for this summer’s Oregon backpacking trip. So incredibly pumped.

This is when I’m me. When I’m planning and prepping and hiking and climbing and dreaming of the outdoors and all the creativity and strength it inspires. 

Go outside, folks~

people are so wonderful. it is very easy to get annoyed with anyone for any number of reasons, but it is also easy to see their little details and quirks and things that make you smile inside and be like “UGHHH i love that and holy butts how are they so wonderful???”. and when you know their stories, it is much easier to understand why they are the way they are. everyone has a story and reasons why they act the way they do.

I think about the people I absolutely love and what is so wonderful about them. for my friend Maggie, its her questions. she knows her friends and asks about their lives and cares about their answers. for my friend Ariel, its her thoughtfulness and wisdom. she sends letters and remembers details that I forgot I’d even told her. my husband Zach is steady and sure and discerning, and is very good at reading people. Heather has the most caring and generous heart, and always finds the good in people. Titus inspires adventure in the hearts of anyone he meets and is such a quirky caring human. Julie is so honest and kind and understanding of people’s different situations. Jeremiah is wise and has a clear mind and sees the bigger picture. Dallas is such a hard worker, and thinks before she speaks. she says things that carry truth and weight. I want to be more like my friends in these little ways. I also want to be better at caring for people in the way they need to be cared for, and that can look differently for many different people. but everyone, and I mean everyone, wants to be wanted. everyone wants to be understood and wants someone to want to know them. 

so be that person. be interested in details, ask questions that matter, do little things to show you care. ask someone to hangout even if you think it might be awkward. bring someone coffee when you know they’re having a tough time. if you like someone’s hair, say it. give compliments out like candy. learn details of your friends’ stories. find the worst parts about them and love them anyway. find the best parts about them and let them know what that goodness means to you. care. its just a simple thing but it can mean so so much. people remember when you care.

Didn’t intend to make this a series–but based on a gag response to a friend’s post where I drew Moana with a side shave and ear gauge, my friend Kaitlin Francis suggested I draw Ariel from “The Little Mermaid” with a shark fin Mohawk and lip ring. Seemed like something I could do…

anonymous asked:

Hi, great agender post! Love ur blog. Anyways, at some point in the agender post you mentioned 'no pronouns' as pronouns and I'm just wondering how that would work? Would you refer to the person as just their name?? (Not invalidating it of course! Just wondering.) thanks in advance!

Gosh, thanks so much !! And yeah, there are some people who don’t want to be referred to with pronouns, where you just refer to them by name or restructure sentences to avoid pronouns altogether !!

For example, instead of: “Hey, where’s Ariel? I thought they said they’d be here by 2?”

You might say: “Hey, where’s Ariel? I thought Ariel said Ariel would be here by 2?”

Or, instead of: “Hey, this is my friend Ariel, have I introduced you to them yet? You have a lot in common with them, I think you’ll get along well.”

You might say: “Hey, this is my friend Ariel, have the two of you met yet? You have a lot in common with each other, I think you’ll get along well.”

I hope that helps !!

Mod Wesley