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I am actually crying.

I just read the newest chapter of Fairy Tail and I legit am so overwhelmed with the the feels that I am crying. I don’t know what set it off, but seeing everyone and how they grew in the one year they had been separated, how everyone was just talking as if they had only been on an extended job, and how every guild member truly does depends on their Lucy-glue to bring them back together… I just kinda lost it. I can get emotional sometimes, but holy cow… The Fairy Tail fandom and guild… You guys are a big part of me now. And even if it sounds crazy well maybe it actually is crazy to really cry over a chapter of a fictional story with fictional characters… I don’t feel crazy. I don’t feel like this is a bad thing. Hopefully I am not the only one who feels emotionally exhausted, relieved, and repaired now. OH and BTW… HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!

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J: The box isn’t coming back up. How long do you think we can last?
N: No one’s said that. Let’s not jump into any conclusions.

Accio Love
  • Accio Love
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Accio Love - Ministry of Magic

Lyrics changed to be Dramione:

Accio Lust

He smirks when she’s not looking
She daydreams when he is not there

It won’t be long ’till they discover that
Draco and Hermione have sexual tension

He looks at her, she looks at him
And they start to feel the fire within

While Harry is fighting He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
They try out some brand-new bondage games

Someday you’ll read
(Maybe in The Daily Prophet)
‘Bout Draco and Hermione
(Behind the Whomping Willow)
The Death Eaters can try to fight
(But you know that Draco’d save her)
And they’d go riding into the night
(On Draco’s new Firebolt)

They’d go riding into the night

He smirks when she’s not looking
She daydreams when he’s not there

It won’t be long ’till they discover that
Draco and Hermione have sexual tension

If Hermione knew the Patronus Charm
The conjured incarnation would be Him

Voldermort is sound; he cannot die
When she’s in danger Draco yells, “Crucio”

Crucio

Someday you’ll read
(Maybe in The Daily Prophet)
'Bout Draco and Hermione
(Behind the Whomping Willow)
The Death Eaters can try to fight
(But you know that Draco’d save her)
And they’d go riding into the night
(On Draco’s new Firebolt)

They’d go riding into the night

He smirks when she’s not looking
She daydreams when he’s not there

It won’t be long ’till they discover that
Draco and Hermione have sexual tension

And they’d go riding into the night
And they’d go riding into the night

“I don’t have a middle name.”

Dean’s got Cas set up with half a dozen job applications at the library’s table, partly because he thinks working would do him good while they’re laying low for the summer, partly because Cas seems to adjust better when he has a concrete task. “Do you need one?” he asks, looking up from Sam’s computer.

“I feel that it would assist my… assimilation,” he says, shuffling a few pages awkwardly, the pen twitching in his fingers. “I used your last name for mine, I hope- I hope that’s alright-”

“Well, yeah,” Dean says, smiling. “Come on, Cas, you’re practically a Winchester.” The once-angel’s blue eyes train on him, and Dean immediately regrets it the same way he always immediately regrets sincerity. To cover, he adds, “But, uh, middle name?”

“Right,” says Cas. “I thought about using yours but it felt like stealing.”

Dean laughs. “Yeah, no. You’d be Cas Sam. Sounds weird.”

“Then what?”

“Why don’t you just pick your own middle name?” Dean suggests, leaning back in the wooden chair, air sifting through the room and making the application papers flutter across the tabletop. “Like, use a character from one of your cartoons that you like.”

“Castiel Wile E. Coyote Winchester.”

“No, you can’t pick your own middle name.” Pursing his lips, Dean thinks for awhile while Cas taps the pen against the paper. Finally, with a hitched grin- “What about Tiberius?”

“Tiberius?”

“Yeah, like… it’s from a- a TV show,” he sighs, shoulders sinking as Castiel’s expression shifts into that brooding look.

“I like it,” Cas announces finally, like he’s been rolling the name around in his head. “Castiel Tiberius Winchester,” he says, and Dean shouldn’t love the way his own last name plays across Cas’s lips so much but he does.

“Alright,” he smiles. “Now keep workin’ on those.”