Author’s Note: This drabble is an in-Panem AU and makes reference to Hebrews 13:2.
The wind howled outside the house as Katniss threw another log on the fire. Sparks flew as the wood hit the pile, and the red embers spiraled into the darkness of the chimney. She shifted the pot that hung on the hook and heaved a heavy sigh at the paltry meal that boiled into a watery mess. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she swirled the wooden spoon in the liquid. The soup had to last them through the rest of the week, and it was barely enough for a few meals at best.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Katniss.” His voice washed over her, and she startled at the sound of his velvety tone.
“Is it?” she wondered aloud, her gaze glued to the red coals that only emitted enough heat to warm the few feet closest to the hearth.
“You have to go.” said Chuck. He sat on the couch in front
“No way, you’re not getting away that easily.” I said. I
walked over and sat down next to him, turning to face him.
“Talk to me, please.”
Chuck looked at me with watery eyes. I could see the fear
laying in them.
“Do you trust me?” asked Chuck, barely above a whisper.
“Always have.” I said. I laid my hand on top of Chuck’s, rubbing
it gently with my thumb. Chuck stared at our hands, taking a deep breath.
“Then you know why I’m about to do this.”
Chuck grabbed my face and pulled it towards his, kissing me,
giving me no time to react before letting me go.
Chuck stood up, walking out of the room, up the stairs,
leaving me alone.
“Ugh!” I yelled,
slamming the door to the motel room of the week we were staying in.
“Range?” asked a 14
year old Sam.
“You know you could
have waited for me to walk in before slamming the door.” said Dean from behind
Ignoring him, I walked
in the bathroom, slamming the door again. Sam stood up ready to come to my aid.
“Leave her.” said
Dean, knowing what had happened.
I sat on the floor against
the sink with my head in my hands.
“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” asked Blue suddenly.
“I swear Blue if one more guy makes a move on me and kisses me I’m
gonna explode.” said 16 year old me.
“Hunters can’t be in relationships. It doesn’t work, it’ll never work.
They don’t exist. It stresses me out so much. I swear the next guy who kisses me;
I’ll just run away from him.”
And I hadn’t been kissed since. I stood up quickly, wanting
to get out of there before my brain took me into a state of panic, something
Chuck knew would happen. I stood up quickly and walked out of his house, my
head fogged up from shock.
I closed the door and leaned my head against it, taking a
“Took you long enough.”
I jumped, turning around quickly. Sam stood before me.
“What are you doing here, Sam?” I asked. I pushed passed him
and walked towards my truck. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with my little
brother’s questions right now.
“What happened to ‘We’re right behind you!’” asked Sam. Sam
walked towards the passenger door, climbing in.
“Why didn’t you go with Dean?” I asked.
“We need to talk.”
Sighing, I got in the car and started it. My phone suddenly
“Alright then.” Starting the car, and we were on the way.
After about 20 minutes on the road, Sam spoke up.
“So… How long have you had visions?”
I slammed on the breaks, nearly crashing the car. That was a
question I was not expecting. I pulled over to the side of the road, getting
out of the car. Sam followed.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, pacing slightly.
“I saw you in the car, that headache. I could see it on your
face, because that’s exactly what my face used to look like.”
I stood against the truck with my head pressed against the
side. What was I supposed to do here?
“When I was in that panic room, I kept seeing visions. And
one, one of them was mom. She told me you were hiding something that you had
secrets I couldn’t even think of. What’ going on Ranger?” asked Sam, walking
towards my side of the truck.
“I can’t tell you.” I said, rubbing my temple with my hand.
“What are you talking about? Talk to me Ranger I’m your damn
“I promised Dad I wouldn’t ok?! The one promise I ever made
to Dad, ‘Don’t tell Sam and Dean.’ I’m not breaking that now.” I could feel the
tears trying to escape my eyes, but I refused to let them.
“Will you at least tell me how long the visions have been
happening?” asked Sam, the concern evident in his voice.
I sighed. Sam wasn’t gonna let me go without me telling him
“The day we first met Adam.” Sam widened his eyes, realizing
how long ago that was.
“Let’s go.” I said, getting into the car.
Dean and I sat in the hotel room. Dean sat on the bed next
to mine, loading a gun.
Sam walked in.
“Hey.” said Dean.
Sam threw something at Dean and me. We both caught it and
looked at it.
“Here. Hex bags. No way will the angels find us with those.
Demons, either, for that matter.”
“Where’d you get it?” asked Dean.
“I made it.”
“How?” I asked, not making eye contact with my little
Dean and I looked up at Sam, the silence laid heavy.
“I… I learned it from Ruby.”
Dean put his gun down and stood up.
“Speaking of. How you doing? Are you jonesing for another
hit of bitch blood or what?” asked Dean.
“I-it’s weird. Uh. Tell you the truth, I’m fine. No shake,
no fever. It’s like whoever… put me on that plane cleaned me right up.”
My mind immediately went to Chuck, still trying to figure
out how he was a part of all this.
“Yeah, I guess.” Silence lay in the room again.
“Sam.” said Dean, cutting him off.
“It’s okay.” said Dean.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I said.
“Well, that’s good. Because what can I even say? “I’m sorry”?
“I screwed up”? Doesn’t really do it justice, you know? Look, there’s nothing I
can do or say that will ever make this right-“
“So why do you keep bringing it up?!” I asked.
Dean rested his hand on my shoulder, calming me.
“Look, all I’m saying is, why do we have to put this under a
microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That’s it.”
“All right, so, say this is just any other hunt. You know?
What do we do first?” I asked.
“We’d, uh, figure out where the thing is.” said Sam.
“All right. So we just got to find… the devil.”
Nick lied in bed,
alone. He pulled his hands out from under the blankets, completely bloodstained.
Tossing the blankets back, Nick sees his beds covered in blood. He jumped out
of bed and switched on the light, finding no blood.
“All right, keep it
together. Keep it down man.” said Nick to himself.
Nick lay back down,
turning off the lights. Rolling over, a woman appeared. Nick sat up, shocked.
Sarah, someone he wasn’t expecting to see.
“It’s you, Nick. You’re
special. You’re chosen.”
Nick shook his head,
covering his eyes. When he looks back, she’s gone.
I shot up, sweat dripping from my head. I sat in the dark
motel room, the one light coming from the corner of the room. Dean sat awake in
the corner, drinking a beer.
“You alright?” asked Dean.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I said.
I lay back down in bed, trying to get any more sleep.
Dean switched the light off, walking over to my side of the
bed we shared.
“Goodnight, baby sister.” said Dean.
Dean bent down and kissed my forehead. He walked over to the
other side, laying on top of the covers. Dean fell asleep, mind shutting down
for the night.
Sam and I sat in the motel room the next morning. There was a knock on the
door. Dean and I pulled out our guns as Sam answered.
An unknown woman stood on the other side, looking like she
was about ready to explode.
“You okay, lady?” asked Sam.
“Sam… Is it really you?” asked the girl.
Sam looked back at the two of us. The girl stepped closer
and put her hand on Sam’s chest.
“And you’re so firm.”
I snorted, laughing at the strange encounter.
“Uh, do I know you?” asked Sam.
“No. But I know you. You’re Sam Winchester. And you’re-“
She looked at the two of us.
“-not what I pictured. I’m Becky.”
“I apologize in advanced.”
I blocked Chuck, not wanting to talk to him right now.
“I read all about you guys. And I’ve even written a few-“
Becky looked down and giggled.
“Anyway, Mr. Edlund told me where you were.”
Dean stood up.
“Chuck?” he asked. Sam closed the door.
“He’s got a message, but he’s being watched. Angel. Nice
change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of
“Right. Just, um… what’s the message?” I asked.
“He had a vision. “The Michael sword is on earth. The angels
lost it.” said Becky.
“The Michael sword?” asked Dean.
“Becky, does he know where it is?” I asked.
“In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs.”
“Forty-two dogs?” asked Dean.
“Are… you sure you got that right?” asked Sam.
“It doesn’t make sense, but that’s what he said.” said
Becky. She stepped closer to Sam.
“I memorized every word” Becky touched Sam’s chest. “For
“Um, Becky, c-uh, can you… quit touching me?”
I laughed slightly, crossing my arms as I leant against the
“She’s a character, sorry for dropping her on you.” said Chuck, pushing
through my blocking.
Imagine Negan comforting you after you lose your older brother.
(Hope I go this request right and you all like it :3 It’s a super sad imagine guys…but at least Negan is there with you…gif not mine/Found them on google/Credit to the original owner.)
When the men came back from the run, you noticed them walk in with more than just supplies. They had a body with them.
As you walked over to them, they all turned to look at you and you felt your stomach turn.
You got closer and closer and immediately recognized it. It was your older brother’s. Your body froze and your eyes couldn’t turn away from the sight of your dead brother.
Negan walked towards you and grabbed your shoulders, looking at you with concern and slightly watery eyes.
He cupped your face and was talking but you didn’t seem to understand or hear him. Your eyes were stuck on your brother’s lifeless body and you just didn’t know how to feel.
Your brother had passed, he was lifeless and he wasn’t coming back. Everyone started to get closer to comfort you and some rubbed your back but you just didn’t knew how to feel.
Tears weren’t coming out, you couldn’t form any words and it seemed the world had just stopped.
You saw the men starting to get shovels and picking your brother’s body. They made their way outside and instinctively you followed, leaving the people comforting you behind.
They tried to hold you back but you pushed them away and walked outside.
It was a cold day and snow was falling but you didn’t felt any of it. You didn’t care and could only look upon your friends as they dig a place for your brother to rest.
You walked closer and kneel near your older brother. You looked at him closely, trying to remember his features when he was alive but just couldn’t seem to get it right.
As you stared at him for a while, the men had later finished digging the hole and asked you the permission to pick up the body in order to lay it to rest.
You could only give them a nod and as they laid the body you could’t turn away from them shoveling the snow on him and realized it was a true goodbye.
The dirt and snow was covering him completely and the men were heading back inside for the evening. They past by you and suggested you to go back inside but you simply shook your head and got closer to your brother’s grave.
They tried to convince to get back inside to get warm but as you looked at them they understood your grief and had no choice but to leave you.
You stayed alone for quite a while, sitting on your knees looking at the snow falling down over your brother’s grave.
Staring at it, made you remember all the good memories you had together.
From your childhood to your adulthood, your older brother was always there for you. He had made fun of you, scared you, played mean pranks, put the blame on you for his troubles, made you laugh and most importantly loved and protected you just as any older brother.
You remembered when the outbreak had started and how fast it had took your family members, one by one. Leaving you only with your older brother to care for and him to care for you.
No matter what he always had your back and made sure you were safe and well fed. He always cheered you up and tried to make everything he could better for you.
But here you were and you couldn’t say you had kept him safe just as he had. He was now gone and you were left alone.
Thinking of all of it started to truly get to you and tears started to form.
Negan had watched you from the window and noticed how sad and desperate you were.
Since he had met you, he knew how much your brother meant to you and how much you meant to him. He remembered when he took you for his wife and how your brother wasn’t shy about objecting to it and defying him. He admire him for that and couldn’t deny he liked him because of that.
Seeing you sitting near his grave without a coat and covered in snow made it even more unbearable for him to just keep watching.
He walked to your room to get a thick blanket and made his way outside towards you.
Despite your silence, he knew you were crying and it only tore him apart even more. He wanted you to be happy and couldn’t help but blame himself for your brother’s death.
As he got closer, he kneel close to you and delicately brushed away the snow from your shoulders. He wrapped you in the blanket to keep you warm and could only pull you closely to him and hold you.
Stroking your hair, he whispered to you. “Y/N…i’m sorry…this is all my fault…I shouldn’t have sent them out …i’m sorry…I really am…”
You heard the strain in his voice and felt his chest suddenly raising and going down fast, you knew what it was, he was choking on his tears.
You felt his arms around you holding you tighter and he started to kiss your hair and forehead for comfort.
“I’m really sorry…I know how much he meant to you…How much you cared for each other…and I…and I just took him away from you for a stupid run! This is my fault…i’m sorry…I-I promise…from now on i’ll make it up to you no matter what…i’ll protect you from anyone trying to harm you and keep you safe by my side…never again will I let something like this happen…I promise…”
Hearing the tone of his voice and feeling his warmth, you started to feel your tears form even more and blurring your vision.
You buried your face into his chest and closed your eyes. Clinging to him tightly, you it all out with him and for the first time he heard you sobbing.
* …riding through the storm aiming for the sun beams dimly seen beyond the dark clouds of grey misting & thrashing about in their own way;
a watery welcome to the travelers traversing byways we know as highways sighing, defying the urge to decry or lash out at God for lacing the skies in such a manner, but no matter - this is only an occasion to be endured;
assured by the best of tech & telemetry melding to provide an assurance of a safe and satisfying sojourn to a place of learning some 500 miles away & return - crusing in the confort and sounds in an SUV with snacks galore & coffee for me, piloting a course with 200 horses at the ready;
to enter the realm of the undone, the third of four steps to matriculation & celebration of the eldest on her journey to the stars - or just her particular sun - beaming…
Hey, its been a while. I’ve been having nostalgic feelings about the past- including our friendship. So I thought about updating a little bit and explaining what happened after that time. I’ll try to make it short.
2013- I was surprised with your quick, long reply after my message that attempted to explain why I was angry. I didn’t read it properly. I was simply angry that the message didn’t have the words ‘i’m sorry’, which made me angry and cry. I blocked you on every social media with my watery eyes.
2014- Your sister messaged me to ask whats up. I replied as if nothing happened between us, and the message kept going until I told her I was going to Europe for study abroad. That summer study abroad started, and I won’t lie to you- it was tough. Lets say I had issues with my dorm. Sometimes, I wished we were still besties so that I had someone to Skype with, but on the other side i’m glad the tough times made me forget about you and how you hurt me.
2015-…study abroad and tough times continued, but luckily it ended well. I ended my study abroad doing lots of traveling. In Paris I imagined how you would enjoy the art museums. In Venice I remembered how you dream of visiting Venice. I also recovered my confidence and self-esteem after all you said that hurt me.
This is just one of the many ‘letters’ I write from my mind. Just thought it would be great to let it out.
lowest point of my life so far: was just now watching armageddon 1998 for the first time and it being absolutely terrible in every way but just having it on for shits and giggles while doing other stuff. except the ending scene with the music made me tear up. like legit. i dont even know why it was a fucking dumb film. it was just the MUSIC I GOT A BIT WATERY I DIDNT ACTUALLY CRY AT ARMAGEDDON 1998 GET OFF MY ASS OK SHUT UP
Life isn’t meant to exist in a narrow color spectrum of perpetual happiness. That’s a movie. It’s not reality. Experience all your vivid, fiery, watery emotions. Give yourself permission to be full bodied. You’re peeling. Revealing. It’s a messy, magnificent process.
Today I woke up feeling terrible, the worst I have been in a long time due to my own self degradation and health issues. Pain was constant and unrelenting as I tried to go through my day. I had to stop 2 hours after waking up because the pain was so bad and so constant I couldn’t do or eat anything in fear of throwing up. I tried unsuccessfully to sleep for a couple of hours and, frustrated to the point of watery eyes, I went on my phone and texted a friends of mine named Noah with the words “Cheer me up please” with no context.
In a matter of ten seconds he kept sending response after response of gifs telling me to smile and keep my head up followed by edits from my favorite shows and I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
At school he had dropped off the face of the earth one day and nobody could contact him for months. He was one of the closest friends I had and we haven’t spoken face to face for almost a year. And yet he dropped whatever he was doing at the moment to comfort me in my time of need. This means so much to me that he was still there for me to cheer me up even though he didn’t know or ask about what happened
Expressing how much gratitude I have into words is almost impossible but I tried.
“Remember sadness is always temporary. This, too, shall pass,“
Naturally playful, Alolan Growlithes love watery and muddy places. Their fur is much more resistant to water and mud than normal growlithes, and their hair tufts have grown out to cover their eyes, blocking mud that might hit their face.
Unfortunately, Alolan Growlithes are known to have a wet dog smell most of the time. On the bright side, their love for water and mud makes them great companions for Mudbray and Mudsdale!
When it comes to spoilers, comments, hints and slips ups made by cast members, I think the best approach would be to take it with an ocean load of salt. It would not be the first time audiences have been purposely mislead or out right lied to in order to keep films surprises secret till the films released.
Besides, the wee tidbits of information we’re getting, if not misleading or false, could be interpreted as meaning anything, and no matter how unbiased we try to be we’re most likely gonna end up being biased in favor of our favorites theories/pairing/head canons ect.
So if you ever do worry about a spoilers meaning the end for your fan theory on whats going to happen in the next film, just remember there’s a high chance of it either being Obi-Wan style misleading or just a flat out lie, a wild goose chase to lull the audience into a false sense of security so they can pull out a shocking twist in the film.
words; 11.7k (this is a fic i wrote like 4 months ago, never got around 2 it posting lol)
genre; mostly the fluffs, first kiss n stuff like that :-) i guess there is some suggestive stuff but its quite light.
synopsis; wonwoo is the strangely quiet boy that sits in the back of class and would rather be reading than listening to the lessons. his appearance is also quite questionable, with dark rings under his eyes and disheveled hair.
he’s earned the nickname, insomnia, and you’re curious to discover if the quiet boy matches what everyone seems to call him.
There is nothing but silence, a still unsettling silence that sticks to every corner of the room as watery streaks of moonlight bathe the boards of oakwood. A clock sits on the bedside table, the black numbers being highlighted by the bright blue that lays behind them. At this time, the world is quiet, the only sound being the blood rushing through your ears or the steady heart beat thumping in your chest.
A bed is placed snuggly into the corner of the room, a thick comforter lying neatly over the old mattress that carries the stains of spilt coffee and tea. Nothing is out of place, all the clothes are folded with precision and tucked away inside the dresser, every book on the shelf has its spine turned out, each series perfectly aligned with the next. It might even look as if no one ever stayed inside the room for it was always too clean and organized, or maybe whoever slept there had too much time on their hands.
Just as the digits on the clock struck 3am sharp, the door handle slowly swiveled and a figure emerged from the hallway, a tall glass of water curled in its fingers. After sitting down on the mattress and taking a very long sip of its beverage, the figure shifted to the centre of the bed and crossed its arms over its knees, back slouching and tufts of ash coloured hair falling carelessly over its eyes.
Noise. Why was it always so noisy?
The hallways acted like a speaker, amplifying every little clink or clank down the long corridors until it faded away. Only a few more weeks left of school, only a few more weeks left of angsty students who were constantly slamming their lockers and scuffing their shoes, only a few more weeks of fed up teachers who couldn’t even bother to yell at their class because they knew it was worthless.
You could hardly wait to get away from it all and finally be able to isolate yourself back into silence, sweet, sweet silence. After navigating your way through the morning crowd of zombies that moved slower than molasses, you set your heap of books down and pushed in your earbuds. You liked being alone in class, before the lights were turned on and curtains were tugged open. You could just slouch at your desk and let your foot tap against the tiles while listening to something you actually wanted to hear and not the brainless conversations of the people around you.
Then the door was opening, and a streak of yellow light washed over the floor for a few seconds before disappearing. Another student was here, though he hardly looked like a student. His frame was tall and lean, prominent collar bones resting under his milky skin tone while messy ash tinted hair almost covered his eyes.
Yes his eyes, they were dark, very dark, like someone dropped a splash of black food colouring into his irises. Discoloured circles lay under his lash line, like the result of someone who hadn’t slept in weeks while his attire consisted of a loose long sleeved white shirt and dark grey sweatpants tucked into worn out sneakers. His name was Wonwoo, but everyone called him Insomnia because that’s exactly how he looked. Like someone who couldn’t sleep.
Wonwoo stared blankly across the empty classroom as he readjusted the books swept under his arm, his hollow gaze sweeping right over you like you weren’t even there. Suddenly the bell began to ring and before you knew it, the zombies were flooding into the class, their voices still drowsy from the morning atmosphere as they plopped down lifelessly into their seats. Everyone was sitting except for Wonwoo, he just stood there with his usual blank stare, his back slightly slouched while he remained like a statue.
“Wake up Insomnia and take a seat already.” Someone called from the back of the class, but Wonwoo didn’t take a seat until Mrs. Kang the English teacher walked in, her heels clicking against the tiles while she pushed up the glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. She patted his should while slipping past him to get to her desk and it wasn’t until then that he finally moved, his eyes flickering slightly before finding an empty desk near the back. Wonwoo was just as fascinating as he was strange, and one day you wanted to have a real conversation with him just to see what was going on inside his head.
pisces is taken away, far away, as their fingers hit the keys or grip the pen, awash with watery creative invigoration, saturating and sensual. neptune is a planet of mist, like you could fall right through it, it’s sometimes like how the pisces seems of vapor and non substance, a ghost walking through walls. the discovery of neptune was clouded with confusion, to this day there is an international dispute about who exactly found the planet
Evidence of paper marbling has been found around the world,
dating back to the 12th century. Artist Garip Ay has continued this
tradition—which is called ebru in his
native Turkish—by creating this portrait of Vincent van Gogh. The technique
relies on preventing the water-based black background and the paint placed on top
of it from mixing. The background is made with water, a black dye, and some carrageenan,
which is a gelling agent that makes the paint easier to move and shape. Garip
Ay mixed the paint with a solution containing bile taken from cows’ livers,
called ox gall. The bile salts in the ox gall work as surfactants, reducing the
surface tension between droplets within the paint and allowing the color to
spread across the watery black background without sinking down into it. Once
complete, Garip Ay transferred the image by laying a piece of paper on the liquid’s
I made cornmeal-parmesan crackers and they are aaaawesome. (Yes. It appears I have “discovered” cornmeal.) Also they are gluten free!
Cornmeal Parmesan Crackers 1 cup cornmeal (I used yellow) ¼ cup shredded parmesan cheese 1 Tbsp garlic powder (or to taste, or mashed garlic, whatever) 2 Tbsp butter, cut into bits 2-3 cups boiling water Cooking spray or other grease for pans
Sift cornmeal into bowl, then add parmesan cheese, garlic, and butter. Don’t bother stirring, you don’t need to mix it yet and it’ll just get messy.
Add about half of the boiling water and whisk to mix; keep adding water, bit by bit, until the batter is very runny (the original recipe said “watery mashed potatoes” but I think “a little thicker than waffle batter” is probably more accurate). I had to add about 2 ¼ cups of water. Make sure the mixture is very well combined.
Heat oven to 375F. Grease two cookie sheets and drop batter by spoonfuls onto the pans. Slam pans against the counter a few times to make the batter spread. You can also shake them back and forth (but noooooot up and down!). You want the batter very thin on the pan and reasonably even, but if they’re a bit thicker in the middle it’s not a big deal.
Bake for 20 minutes (you can bake one on the middle rack and one on the bottom rack, I did) and then check; if they aren’t yet brown on the edges, bake another 5-7 minutes.
Remove and try lifting the crackers off the pans; if they don’t come up easily, bake a little longer. Cool on a wire rack.