fic: Yin and Yang

title: yin and yang

genre: fluff/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

warnings: swearing | word count: 1500

description: a sunset beach walk after phil’s thirtieth birthday brings talk of things to come and decisions they figure they need to discuss. plus there’s this metaphor about the sunset.

yin and yang; light and dark, day and night - two opposites that are made to be together.

“I think you’d be a sunrise,” Phil says.

Dan quirks an eyebrow and prompts him to elaborate. “I’m all gloom and darkness, I’m definitely a three am sky.”

Phil frowns. “Maybe, but you’d be scattered with stars. And you’d be five in the morning, not three, the sun would be just about ready to rise. There is some light in you, Dan.”

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I love Liam because he is an impulsive idealist, because he makes mistakes, because he sometimes drives her mad.
I love Liam because he will say and do anything to show he loves her without saying he loves her.
I love Liam because they don’t have to see eye to eye to care about each other. They can argue, it’s fine.
I love Liam for flooding her email with vids, writing down a long list of “what we’ll do when we move in together” and sending it to her by mistake.
I love Liam for his friendship with Jaal and for always trying to unite people of different races and cultures.
I love Liam because his hair is so precious and he is outstandingly sexy.

And I love Liam because he deserves more love.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… And when I got it, it turned to dust in my hands. And that taught me you can’t have anything… Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam, skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it, but when we do, the sunbeam moves on to something else and you’ve got the inconsequential part. The glitter that made you want it is gone.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Beautiful and Damned”
Taking My Life Away Part 19 ~end~

Originally posted by chrisstmaself

Originally posted by drama---llama

Summary: Reader gets a job in a new city forcing her to leave her best friend behind. Or not.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1832

A/N: This is it! It’s super cheesy and I really hope I didn’t disappoint anybody! I wanted this to be an even 20 parts, so if anybody wants like, and epilogue about the future I’ll write one if I get enough feedback. Again, thank you everybody for reading!! If you ever wanna be tagged in anything else that I write please let me know!!

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Imagine Roleplaying With Andy

Originally posted by recandpark

Let’s Do Something

Requested By sugar-rae99

Summary: Andy comes to rescue you after a very dull day at work for a little roleplaying fun.

Warnings: None.

A/N: So I’m not particularly proud of this one, but its not the worst I’ve ever done. I feel like I could’ve added more, so if you aren’t satisfied with this, you can always request a longer one or a part 2! (The reason for this is probably my lack of sleep and terrible anxiety, but as I proof read it, it doesn’t seem too bad)

You were actually yawning in the middle of the day, the time you were usually the most hyper. There was literally nothing to do and nowhere to go. Leslie was off somewhere, April was in her usual “don’t bother me” mood, Ron was locked in his office with a gun, and you really didn’t notice Jerry sitting at his desk half-asleep.
You heard a strange rolling in the hallway and perked up, a smile growing on your face. “Y/n!” Andy called, skating into the big room, flipping over the desk and standing quickly up, smiling at you.
You laughed, making your way over to him. “Just the person I wanted to see. What’re you doing here?”
He tried to suppress his smile, holding out an upside-down fake badge. “Burt Macklin. FBI.  We have a case!”

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Retrograde (7/?)

A/N: HEY. Happy New Year to you all, you bunch of wonderful, beautiful people! I’ve reached 4.2k followers and I am still amazed by that! Also, I have begun a new chaptered fic called The Anatomy of You and Me which you can find here (shameless plug) and yep, that’s about it. HERE’S CHAPTER 7. (P.S. The reactions to the chapter 6 cliff-hanger were golden!) 

Title: Retrograde 

Genre: Romance/Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Swearing. 

Description: Dan is involved in an accident that leads to major consequences…he wakes up with amnesia. The good news, he still remembers Phil. The bad news? He thinks it’s 2009, that he’s only 18 years old and that Phil Lester is just the YouTuber he obsesses over behind his laptop screen who doesn’t know he exists. Together, they help Dan rediscover who he’s become and watch him fall in love with Phil all over again.

Word Count: 2500 

Chapter One. Previous Chapter. Next Chapter


Chapter Seven: If You Wait.

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Imagine Spending Valentine’s Day With Your Brother Dean

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine w/ Dean and a sister reader (age: 13) where its Valentine’s Day and they kinda just spend time together and just really appreciate each other. ALOT of fluff also :). Thank you and I love your blog❤️❤️ - @anarahma

Author’s Note: Thank you! I changed it a little bit, but I hope you still like it! Did anyone go to any Valentine’s Dances growing up? I don’t even think my schools had them or maybe they did and I just hated after school activities a lot. – Haley xx

It was Valentine’s Day and this year your school decided a Valentine’s Day Dance would put everyone into that lovey dovey spirit, but for you, it did nothing. You had no interest into going to a dance with a date, you were thirteen years old, and also, a Winchester.

Even if you were a lot young than your brothers (ten and six years, respectfully), love still didn’t come your way because the Winchester’s have bad luck with it. There’s also no way in hell Dean and Sam would let you go out with a boy to a dance, even if it was for a bunch of middle schoolers.

You sighed and flopped down on the motel bed. “What’s up, kid?” Dean asked, from across the room.

“When do we move again?” you asked, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why?” You heard the chair scrape back and Dean’s heavy boots hit the floor.

“Because I’m done with the stupid school. I hate it. Tonight’s the Valentine’s Dance and I rather hunt a million vamps than go.”

You felt the bed dip with Dean’s weight and you looked over at him. “Why do you care so much about a dance?”

“I don’t!” you exclaimed and Dean laughed. “There’s no point. I can’t even dance and no boy asked me anyways…”

“So, if a boy did ask, you would go?” Dean asked.

Your face got real hot and you pulled yourself off the bed. “No!”

Dean rolled his eyes and laughed again. Dean stood up and walked to the small kitchenette area where an even smaller radio sat on the counter. Dean grabbed it and switched it on, tuning to a classic rock station and keeping the volume low. “Alright, come here,” he said, walking in the middle of the room.

You sighed and did what he said. Dean placed one of your hands onto his shoulder, while he wrapped his around your waist.

“I don’t want to dance with you,” you mumbled.

“I don’t give a shit,” Dean said. “I would make you dance with Sam since your so damn tall, but he won’t be back tonight. If you can’t dance, I’ll teach you.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is dumb.” His free hand held yours and you two started slowly twirling around the motel floor. You all danced for a few songs. Dean dipped you and everything was fine, until he did it again and he dropped you.

“See,” Dean said, helping you up. “That’s why you don’t go to dances.”

“So you drop me on the floor instead of someone else?” you asked.

“Exactly,” Dean winked.

“Whatever, you big loser, but thanks for dancing with me. Next year I can smoke everyone else.”

“As long as I can scare the boy who is taking you, I don’t care,” Dean said. He grabbed his keys from the table. “Let’s finish the Valentine’s Brother Dance with some food.”

Lost (Pietro Maximoff Imagine)

Originally posted by pietromcximoff

“(Y/L/N)! Rogers! Report to the main room immediately!” Nick Fury’s voice came over the intercom in the Avengers Tower, causing you to jump straight out of your skin as you dropped the book you were reading.

Sure, you were a trained fighter and a damn good one, too, but that didn’t mean you had to give up everything you loved and enjoyed. So, more often than not, all the other Avengers typically found you with your nose buried in a book, no matter where you were.

As you reached down to pick it up, you felt a breeze and then suddenly, there was a hand grabbing your book and picking it up for you. You took a startled step back and looked up to see a certain silver-haired speedster standing there with your book in his hands.

“I think you dropped something,” the young man flashed his bright smile at you, causing you to flush bright pink and take the book from his outstretched hand.

“Thank you, Pietro,” you said quietly, before nodding once at him in thanks and heading off quickly towards the elevator to go down to the main room as you were instructed only moments ago, your face a bright red color.

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Frequency & The Law of Vibration

In the year 1905, Albert Einstein proved that we can break matter down into smaller components and that, when we do, we move beyond the material realm and into a realm in which everything is energy.

This is the Law of Vibration, a law of nature that states that ‘nothing rests; everything moves; every-thing vibrates.’ The lower the vibration, the slower the vibration; the higher the vibration the faster the vibration.

The difference between the manifestations of the physical, mental, emo-tional and spiritual result simply from different levels of vibrating energy, or frequencies. So, while the feelings of fear, grief and despair vibrate at a very low frequency, the feelings of love, joy and gratitude vibrate much quicker.

The most common unit of measure for frequency is the Hertz, which is one vibrational cycle per second. So a frequency of 460 Hz means that there are 460 cycles of vibration occurring every single second.

“All the physical matters are composed of vibration.”
-Dr. Max Planck

At the very leading edge of biophysics today, scientists are recognizing that the molecules in our bodies are actually controlled by these frequencies.  In 1974, Dr. Colin W.F. McClare, Ph.D, an Oxford University Bio-Physicist, discovered that frequencies of vibrating energy are roughly one-hundred times more efficient in relaying information within a biological system than physical signals, such as hormones, neurotransmitters and other growth factors.

Although most frequencies exist outside of our normal range of perception, all can be perceived as both colors and sounds. There are seven colors in a rainbow and seven notes in the musical scale. So the color blue is also heard as the musical key of D, which vibrates at 587 Hz.

But what is most interesting is that, if a frequency is vibrating fast enough, it’s emitted as a color of Light.

If we wanted to convert sound to Light, we would simply raise its frequency forty octaves. This results in a vibration in the trillions of cycles per second. So, if a pianist could press a key way above the eighty-eight keys that exist on a piano, that key would produce Light. They could create a chord of Light in the same way they can create a chord of sound. And it would be seen as colors of Light because it would be moving at the speed of Light.

The philosophical and scientific basis for this Law of Vibration can be found in quantum physics and in Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. Energy is related to matter and the speed of Light. This is Einstein’s famous E = mc2 equation.

When two frequencies are brought together, the lower will always rise to meet the higher. This is the principle of resonance. So, when a piano is tuned, a tuning fork is struck, and then brought close to the piano string that carries that same musical tone. The string then raises its vibration automatically and attunes itself to the same rate at which the fork is vibrating.

I will raise him up at the last day. I John 6:40

Using this principal of resonance, we can actually increase the speed at which the molecules in our bodies vibrate, through our thoughts of love, joy and gratitude. When atoms slow down, third dimensional matter is created; when they speed up, the higher dimensions of consciousness can be reached. And the higher our consciousness is raised, the closer to Spirit we become.

”In the beginning was the Word,” the vibration of sound.

By: Vicky Anderson

And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it - but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

mockingbirdie  asked:

Bucky Prompt: Sam attempting... to take Bucky flying.

Title: Flying Lessons
Rating: G
Summary: You come down because that makes going back up even better. 

It became evident, fairly early on, that Sam and Steve didn’t have the means to keep Bucky safe – and keep others safe from him – at Sam’s house in DC. He needed more attention, more monitoring, and somewhere a little more…enclosed, at least at first. 

Steve didn’t feel right about it anyway; Sam had already helped more than anyone had a right to ask, and even if he said he liked it, that he was happy to do it, it didn’t sit right with Steve.

“Tony Stark’s given me a place,” Steve said one morning, before Bucky was awake, looking shamefacedly at his coffee. “The Tower has security, it has access to…to doctors and things…” he trailed off, embarrassed. “It’s not that I’m not grateful. But we know this isn’t working.”

“Nah, that’s fine. So when do we move?” Sam asked, and he saw Steve blink back confusion, and then tears of gratitude. Steve was still not used to having allies again. Sam was just – better with Bucky, more patient, more deliberate. He said he had more emotional distance, which was true, and teased Steve that he was just plain better than him, which he thought unhappily that Steve sometimes believed. 

“It’s easier for me, we haven’t got a history,” Sam said one time, when they were discussing it. “Besides, you know I have like…years of training in dealing with trauma, right? No offense, I don’t think they offered courses in therapeutic counseling in the middle of Nazi Germany." 

Sam took Bucky to the Tower the next week, and Steve followed behind with a moving van full of the remains of his apartment and all of Sam’s. They settled in easily enough, though Bucky stopped sleeping through the night again while he adjusted, and Steve kept getting lost in Manhattan. 

Sam loved the Tower, particularly because New York was a little less hostile to superheroes than DC was just then, and also because he could launch a lot easier from the top of the Tower than he could from his old backyard. He went flying three or four times a week, testing new models Stark tweaked for him, getting back in condition, drawing tourists and curious locals who wanted to see the Falcon, hero of the Battle of the Potomac. 

One morning, after showing off for a group of schoolkids on a field trip, he landed on the deck of Stark Tower to find Bucky sitting on the railing. He stopped, retracting the wings a little, and said, "Hey man,” carefully.

Bucky shot him a look. “I just wanted to see. I’m not going to jump.”

“Wouldn’t blame you if you were thinking about it,” Sam said. Bucky frowned. “We all hit valleys sometimes.”

“Maybe.” Bucky looked back at his wings, hovering half-open. “Did I ever say sorry? For throwing you off the Carrier?”

“Wasn’t you. Don’t need an apology,” Sam said. 

“Sure.” Bucky turned back to look out at the city. “Nice view, at least." 

"I got a better one,” Sam said. And then, thoughtfully, “Want to see?”

Bucky shook his head. 

“Are you sure? I’m Pararescue, you know, carrying people with this on is kinda what I do. Did. Do,” Sam decided. “I’ve carried Steve, pretty sure he’s heavier than you.”

Bucky eyed the wings again. “Why would you do that?”

Sam laughed. “I was gonna fly some more anyway. You look like you could use a little shift in perspective. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Why do you do any of it?”

Sam considered it. “The flying?”

Bucky shook his head, gesturing to himself with his steel arm. “All of it.”

“Well, I like Steve,” Sam said. “And seeing you hurting hurts him. I like you, what little I get to see underneath right now.”

Bucky grimaced.

“And I like looking after people. I couldn’t do it alone when I got home after my last tour. I owe a lotta folks for the good place I’m in. If it makes me happy to pay it forward, I don’t need another reason. Happiness is an ongoing project, you know, it’s not an endgame, but it’s a legitimate excuse to do what you want. You can want to be happy, Bucky." 

Bucky looked back out over the city, then climbed off the railing. "How do we do it?" 

"Here. I got a harness,” Sam said, unhooking some straps from his left thigh and settling them across Bucky’s chest, around his shoulders and hips. He stood behind Bucky, undid some straps on his ankles, and ran loops around Bucky’s, then straightened and hooked the back of the harness to his. “Just be careful when we land, let me do the driving, your feet are tied to mine. Move when I move while we’re in the air. Okay?”

Bucky nodded, but his body was rigid. 

“Still time to back out, do it another time,” Sam said. 

“No, I want to see.”

“Relax,” Sam said in his ear. “It won’t hurt. Match my breathing. I won’t let you fall." 

Bucky’s shoulders dropped, and Sam said, "Okay, here we go,” and launched straight up, using the thrusters to get some height before snapping the wings fully open and catching the warm updrafts between buildings. 

Below him, he felt Bucky catch his breath. They climbed on the updraft until the air grew cold and thin, and Sam leveled out. From here practically half the island was visible, all the roofs and alleys, people and cars on the ground. 

“You like it?” he yelled, over the wind. 

“Why would you ever come down?” Bucky yelled back. 

“Makes going back up better,” Sam told him, and fell into a roll. Bucky tucked his legs up with Sam’s, curved his body in like he’d been doing it for years, and let them tumble until Sam caught them, level with about the 90th floor of the tower. They zipped past Steve, standing at the window with his mouth agape, and made for Central Park.

“You’re a natural,” Sam said. “Come on, let’s go buzz a hot dog cart,” and for the first time since they’d found him, he heard Bucky laugh. 

And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it - but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Beautiful and the Damned

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I love my life.

I love where I live, I love my family, I love my friends, I love my clothes, I love my body, my hair, my makeup, my natural face, my bed, my shoes, my room, the stars, the air, the trees, the ocean, my car, the dolphins, my bike….. I just feel so grateful for everything in my life right now. Yeah I have a lot of awesome opportunities and crazy abnormal things to be thankful for right now but I’m just generally feeling so much gratitude. I’m so happy to be alive!!!
What a beautiful week this has been. I’ve had the opportunity to go to the beach every day which is something I used to do when we first moved to Southern California. I’ve been so busy the past year I forgot what it feels like to spend that much time by the ocean. Spending time in nature definitely brings me back down to earth.
But lately I just feel like everything’s coming together, including my attitude and my positivity. I used to think being positive 30% of the time was enough but when things are hard you gotta just be angry. Now I’m seeing that when things are hard, that’s the MOST important time to be positive! When else should you be positive!? Yeah I still get upset or annoyed when we hit a speed bump but I finally realized that IN those hard moments, that’s when it matters most to pull it together and have faith that things are gonna work out and get better.
Idk lately I’ve just been wearing lots of dresses with no makeup and going barefoot and I kinda feel like a hippie minus the drugs haha. I just feel like there’s no problem big enough to ruin your life! Nothing ruins your life unless you let it but most of the time we’re just blowing things out of proportion. Like we see things as life-threatening, comfort-threatening or balance-threatening when they aren’t even thaaat big of a deal.
There’s this beautiful side of life that I see whenever I put less into my appearance and more into praying, spending time outdoors, keeping a positive mindset and being around people I love. LIFE IS FULL OF WONDERFUL THINGS :) music, fruit, sunshine, friendship, family, water, trees, plants, animals, bike rides, watching people play music, warm breezes, sand, green grass after it rains, clean sheets, hugs, flowers, baths, swimming pools, sunsets, constellations, fun nights with people you adore, strong marriages, cozy pajamas, summer vacations, holidays, cute smiles, good harmonies, getting tan in the summer……… Gosh so many great things in this lifetime. Don’t go through your day without appreciating them! They’re all around you!
Hope you guys have a wonderful, meaningful weekend. Open your heart to all God and life have to offer and you’ll be amazed at what you find! :)


“Sometimes I bite my lips and close my eyes just to pretend it’s you.”

It all started with one tender kiss.

Solana knew that August was infamous with the ladies for his lips and all the sexy tricks he could do with his tongue. She just never thought it’d be her on the receiving end. Even with the sense of surprise still settling in her core, she didn’t stop him from tugging off her boy shorts on her thick body and nibbling on her inner thighs. Emotions were running high in competition with her raging hormones and rising libido. He easily worked his way up to her full breasts, slipping her camisole tank top over her head to expose hardened nipples that were sensitive to the touch.

She took her last bit of will power to muffle her moans. They were almost impossible to control when her body was experiencing such immense pleasure. She inhaled his intoxicating scent of musk fused cologne while he gave his attention to her cocoa toned neck and her fingers rushed to tangle in the short brown curls on his head.

Once Solana moved her legs to lock around August’s torso, she felt just how hard he could get through his boxer briefs. The thought of something so large pushing through a virgin opening left her on edge, but curiosity kept her along for the journey into new territory.

She was ready.

Ready to shed her innocence in exchange for sexual freedom.

The succulent kisses stopped and August stood at the foot of the king sized bed to trade his underwear for a Magnum. Solana could hear her heart beat rapidly while she watched the movements of her lover. The display of his smooth caramel complexion would urge anyone to dip an apple in his face. His detailed body tattoos wrapped around lean muscle, but the real head turner was the package between his legs. It was thicker while hard and seemed to out-measure a foot long ruler.

She felt her pussy throb when she locked eyes with August. A sense of magnetism made her drop the thoughts of apprehension that swirled around in her mind.He had her under his mesmerizing spell.

“You comfortable baby?” the question rolled off his tongue with his noticeable NOLA accent.

She was so happy he had foregone his usual childish nickname for her. Despite her second of gratefulness, she closed her eyes briefly and took a short breath before nodding in agreement. Words wouldn’t suffice for this moment. It was too special.

The bed dipped from his added weight and he slipped two fingers inside of her before withdrawing them to lick the wet glaze from her arousal. She shivered from the sexy gesture, thinking of how much she wanted to enjoy the act.

“Hmmm, wanna taste?”

Before Solana could respond, August pulled in her plump bottom lip to suck while she licked over his top. While she remained distracted, he moved her legs farther apart and slipped himself inside of her with ease. They both gasped in unison from the sudden connection. He filled her up and filled her out nicely.

“I promise you’re gonna love this,” August whispered in Solana’s ear.

The lick he gave her earlobe and the thrust stretching her walls made her moan through the initial discomfort before a pleasurable rhythm balanced out. Every time he cranked his hips to roll inside her and hit her spot she would arch her back from the sensation. Her hands instantly grabbed onto his backside for the ride. She wanted to keep him in that position forever. The passion of his strokes made her feel loved in unexplainable ways. Ways that no one could ever amount to. Her trust lied in the palms of his hands.

“Baby,” Solana moaned, feeling a fire burn within her. “Please don’t stop.”

August groaned in the crook of her neck while quickening his pace. There was no intention to break when so much sex filled the air. He was balls deep—slipping in and pulling out to tease her insides and drive her crazy. Never had she known such a feeling. Just the way her body reacted made her feel out of control. The heat of their bodies colliding created an echo as her bed rocked in place. An unbearable build-up made her body tense as his dick swelled just a little more from the approaching climax. She wailed as her toes curled and…

The obnoxious ringtone blaring from her iPhone on her nightstand made her body shoot up in bed. She was panting like she’d just ran laps around a track, a glisten coating her forehead and a hand over her heart from the thought of what almost happened.

Except it didn’t, she calmed at the thought. Yet she really wished it did. At least until the end.

“What the fuck?” she questioned herself aloud.

To assure herself of reality, Solana turned on the lamp beside her bed and looked around suspiciously. There weren’t any signs of her best friend. None of his clothes hung around nor did his scent pervade the air. She felt her body—her favorite pink camisole tank top still snug around her breast while her boy shorts were moist to the touch. The dream felt so surreal.

But it was all a disappointment because it would never actually happen. Not between two people that defied the typical definition of best friends. Fifteen years of the rawest form of loyalty would do the trick.

In an attempt to regroup, Solana darted from her bed to her kitchen for a bottle of water before settling between her duvet again. She checked her call log and noticed that August had been trying to reach her. The irony was just too much to handle at the late hour.


Solana was still embarrassed about what took place in her king sized bed. The thought of trying to shake it off was almost impossible when he was sitting right in front of her in the living flesh.

August had practically begged Solana to come to lunch with him since they would be leaving for college soon. She was against the idea at first. How could she be in the same atmosphere with him? All she could think about was how her lips would tingle if he would just place them on top of hers. Solana knew her fairytale dreaming was inappropriate and deceitful but the thought was impeccable and somewhat felt right.

“SOLANA ROWE!” she blinked her brown eyes a few dozen times as her awareness of reality set back in. She stared at him as he gazed back, waiting for her to tell him what she thought about the apartment that they would be living in together.

She wanted to tell him she hated the joint and she changed her mind about the living conditions for college, but she couldn’t just turn her back on him.

“I love it August. When do we move in again?” he shook his head as he licked over his plump lips to rid them of the honey mustard sauce left behind from his French fries.

He took a gulp of his Sprite before answering her question.

“First off, you know I hate that shit when you ignore me ma. Stop doin’ it. Secondly we move in a couple of days. You packed all your shit right?”

August knew Solana was the queen of procrastination so he had to question her just to make sure that they’d be leaving on time like he scheduled.

August was a perfectionist. 

When he wanted something done, it was going to get done regardless of who and what was in the way. If Solana hadn’t packed yet he would make it his business to go over her house tonight to start packing for her.

“Solana tell me you started packing at least man.” she hadn’t but she wouldn’t dare to tell him that. She just simply took her bottom lip in between her teeth as she began playing on her iPhone.

August knew the answer so he just sighed and nodded his head. He placed forty dollars on the table as he began telling Solana that they had business to handle. She was so damn hard headed but that was August’s best friend.

He had grown to love her flaws and her as well.

anonymous asked:

hey! What's your opinion on the sterek fandom as of right now? Like, I feel it is dying quickly. Don't you miss 2012/2013? I feel deeply sad when I see fanartist/editors/writers leaving the fandom and moving on... It feels like in a year from now there will be almost no one left...

Well, I only came into the Teen Wolf fandom in 2014 (because @weasley-detectives apparently hates me and wanted to take away what little social life I had), so I don’t really know what the good old days were like. I know people are moving on but that’s okay, you know? Because Sterek is eternal and it will never die. There will always be people around to flail and enthuse with you. There will always be people making beautiful stuff for it, even if not quite as much. It may not be what it once was but it will always be here, proud and strong. (We are a stubborn bunch, after all. LOOK AT ALL THE POLLS WE STILL WIN.) For me, the Sterek fandom isn’t about how many people are left in it, but having so many wonderful and awesome people to love it with you. This fandom wouldn’t mean half as much to me without you guys to love it with me. We’ll be okay, nonnie, because we all love these two stupid broken boys that showed up one day to ruin our lives. It will always be part of us- wow, could I sound any more High school Musical?- even when we do move on to different things. 

I, for one, don’t plan on moving on any time soon, if that makes you feel any better. I have eighteen Sterek mugs in my house, alright? I have problems. I tried clawing my way to the top of the Sterek hole I fell into and gave up a long time ago.  

We’ll always be here, nonnie. Don’t worry your pretty Sterek head about it <3

Originally posted by ohteenwolves

Thinking about what I’ll do when we move to L.A., as far as work goes. I’ll be writing most of the time, doing freelance work and finishing up my novel, but I’ll need to work, also. I just can’t stay home all day without going crazy and everyone knows how iffy freelancing is so I’d like to have a steady paycheck, even if it’s a part time check.

But what can I do? I’ve spent the last 17 years in a civil service job, most of it in a sort of customer service capacity. I don’t ever want to do that again. Before that, I managed a restaurant/waited tables. Before that I ran the circulation desk at the community college library (haha remember when I was in college and going to study library science but then life happened and I left with just 18 credits left on my BA? LOL at life). 

Anyway, I have no idea what I’d do. Work in a record store for minimum wage? See if there’s an actual bookstore somewhere in the area? I’d rather do something creative but I don’t have the resume to back that up. 

I have a while to think about this, but it’s on my mind now. I’m going to be making a career change.  What do I do besides writing? How can I possibly make it as a creative in LA when LA is bursting already with creatives? 

Maybe I’ll just become a dog sitter. 

And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it - but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned