who's afraid to be alone

what kind of people turn me on? (mars through the signs)

mars in aries: fiery, spontaneous people who aren’t afraid of becoming a
hurricane in their self-expression. people who will pull me out of inertia
and rock my world
mars in taurus: steady, sensuous people who take their time& suck the pleasure out of every moment. people who will calm me down with both their voice and their silence
mars in gemini: people buzzing with nervous energy, thirsty for information and
for stimulation. people who will challenge my mental patterns&keep me entertained for hours with their conversation
mars in cancer: introverted people with a rich inner world. people who will
make me feel noticed& cared for and who will challenge my assumptions about
human emotions and subjectivity
mars in leo: kings& queens who shine on their stage of choice with sustained
creative power. people who will give it their all to make me feel appreciated
& loved
mars in virgo: the quiet ones who sit in the shadows& dissect everything they see with knife-sharp diligence and wit. people who see me as I truly am& who anchor me down to earth with their practicality
mars in libra: people who understand and respect the careful order of the universe& its many perspectives. people who will inspire me to socialize, love& create beauty
mars in scorpio: all-or-nothing people, passionate and ruthless in their demeanour. people who will awaken my deepest impulses and scars& who will help me transform them
mars in sagittarius: high-spirited people, adventurers who see the best in the
world. people who will pull me out of my comfort zone& help me grow through new experiences
mars in capricorn: ambitious, level-headed people who work their way up to the top, from where they can have a clear vision of how the world is like. people who will support me in my projects& love me for good
mars in aquarius: quirky, intellectual fruitcakes who aren’t afraid to be themselves even if they stand alone. people who challenge my need to conform& sublimate my experience into higher meanings
mars in pisces: dreamers& martyrs who soak in the emotional undercurrents of the world. people who will shatter my illusions about reality& pull me into their own

For the lesbians who have just lost all hope of ever coming out, of ever getting a girlfriend, of ever feeling safe. For the lesbians who are seeing their hopes for a happy future dwindle away. For the lesbians who are rushing to try to find a boyfriend to try to pass as straight, for the lesbians who no longer feel safe dressing and presenting the way they want to.

For the bi girls with girlfriends who are terrified about their relationships, for the bi girls with boyfriends who feel isolated, for the bi girls with datemates who don’t know where to go after this. For the out bi girls and the closeted bi girls and the bi girls in between.

For the pan girls who have never dated a girl and are afraid they’ll never be able to, for the pan girls who feel silenced and invisible and alone and afraid, for the pan girls who can’t process what’s happening.

For the sapphic woc who are in physical danger, for the Muslim sapphic woc who wear the hijab and for the Muslim sapphic woc who don’t. For the undocument sapphic woc, for their families, for their loved ones. For the black sapphics who protest and for the black sapphics who don’t. For the sapphic woc whose names are mispronounced by white Americans, for the sapphic woc who don’t speak very good English or any English at all. For the sapphic woc with immigrant parents who are worried about deportation, who are worried about hate crimes, who haven’t slept since the election was called.

You are so valuable and important and loved. You matter so much, and there are so many people who won’t stop fighting for you. You deserve so much better than this. You are worth so much more than this country can give you. It’s okay to feel sad and defeated, but please don’t feel worthless. It isn’t over and there will be so many others who will stand with you for every step from here. You are not alone, and you are so important.


OC art from the stream. Some more art of Yolette and now introducing the “Shadow Cat”!

Bonus below (=ↀωↀ=)✧

Don’t be afraid of letting go of people who are toxic to you, or who aren’t reciprocating your effort. Don’t be so afraid of being alone that you keep friends and spouses around that are no good for you. Have that love and friendship for and with yourself. When you do, you have no problem cutting those off who don’t give you the effort, love and worth you deserve. There’s nothing wrong with being by yourself; when you get rid of negativity, something even better and positive comes in its place. You deserve better.

5 a.m. Thoughts

Someone who’s going to hold my hand in the car and outdo my goofy dancing. Someone who’s going to let me pick on them, giving it back twice as bad. Someone who will come over at 1am when I’m too afraid to sleep alone. Someone who won’t mind sitting up at 5am when I’m physically sick from my anxiety and nightmares. Someone who understands that I have horrible days but that they make my good days that much better. Someone who kisses me at every comma in my sentences. Someone who will wrap me up when I lean into them, in the middle of the bar or in the middle of the kitchen. Someone who traces their fingers along my back and answers my hundreds of questions. Someone who listens to me ramble on about politics and things that make me feel one way or another. Someone who remembers my favorite flower and song and weather. Someone who doesn’t make me question how they feel. Someone who wants me, through & through.
That’s the girl I want.


Requested: can you do one where shawn has a mental breakdown and you have to calm him down

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

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“Y/n,” You hear Andrew’s voice shouting from the front of the bus. You don’t know why he’s yelling, but he sounds frantic.

You tell your sister, “I have to go. I’ll call you back later.” And you hang up the phone before even giving her a chance to say goodbye as you slide out of your bunk. You’re currently on tour with Shawn because he had asked you to come along, but you miss your family just like he misses his when he’s gone. Whenever Shawn’s busy working, you often take that time to call or FaceTime your family or friends back home. Shawn is currently doing his meet and greet, so you had decided to stay on the bus to talk to your sister over the phone.

As soon as your toes touch the ground, Andrew appears at the end of the hall. “Y/n, there you are!” He practically screams, which slightly startles you because you’re not very far from him, so you don’t really understand why he’s shouting so loudly. “Come with me,” He says, turning around and practically running out of the bus. You’re confused, but decide to not ask any questions as you rush after him.

“Shawn’s freaking out. I think everything’s just been too much lately.” Andrew tells you, while practically jogging into the venue.

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anonymous asked:

can you destroy my INNER demons please ;-;

I’m afraid the only one who can slay your inner demons is you alone. Take it from me, as long as you stay positive and strong you will overcome them! I believe in you! Rip and tear those negative thoughts until your mind is clear and you are happy! You have my support.

Stranger (Draco x Reader)

a draco x reader where after the war she gets an arranged marriage but he dies leaving her to take care of the kids. Then when she is dropping her children off at the platform she sees Draco again and she gets really sad because he is with Astoria and she remembered the promise they made to marry each other when they were a couple but had to end it when she got the arranged marriage. This sounds kind of confusing but you can modify it if you’d like.


“I’m going to marry you one day.” Draco muttered as you two sat in the slytherin common room.

You smiled, “Oh really?”

He smirked, “Definitely.”

“And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

Draco paused before draping his arm over your shoulder, and you instinctively sunk in.

Draco just smiled, “Call it a feeling.”


With each sob that escaped your lips you could feel your heart tear more and more.

“You’re breaking up with me?” Draco’s voice was shaking.

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even breathe. Everything was spinning, spinning out of control. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, your future wasn’t supposed to be like this. Your future was supposed to be him, Draco.

“Why?” And with one simple question he suddenly wasn’t Draco anymore, he was just a teenage boy who was afraid of being alone and even more afraid of how his chest felt when he thought about not having you anymore.

You didn’t tell him, because you knew he’d want to fight it, but however much this hurt you didn’t want to let down your family. So if that meant marrying this stranger, so be it.

No you didn’t explain, instead you brokenly whispered to him, “I’m sorry.” Before turning and walking away.

You didn’t turn around, not when he sobbed, or begged, or cursed, no matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much it broke you.


The question hung in the air like a death sentence.

You glanced to the side, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a boy. A boy that made your chest hurt, a boy that you hadn’t spoke to for a year, but everyday was spent missing him.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Draco.

You could feel the no on the tip of your tounge, you could feel it just as well as two words you desperately didn’t want to say.

“I do.”

Everyday you could see Draco’s heartbroken face in the crowd, just like how everyday you could hear the no reverberate around your head and create that bitter-sweet melody you had come to know so well.

I dont

It was so easy to say, but so hard to forget.


You could feel your heart ache as you watched your husband being lowered into the ground. You could feel your son squeeze your hand, and you looked down.

“I miss Daddy.” He sobbed.

You loved your husband, not in the way a wife should, but you still did love him.

“Me too.” You whispered.

And you did, you really did.


“I’m nervous.”

You and your son stood on the train platform, you were going to miss him.

You smiled softly, “Don’t worry, that’s normal, I was nervous my first day too. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

The trains doors opened and he awkwardly shoved his oversized bag through the doors, with your help, and shuffled inside.

“You better write to me everyday!” You called.

He just rolled his eyes, “Mom…I can’t write to you everyday!”

You smiled, “Alright, every other day then.”

“Goodbye mom!” He yelled, not wanting to finish the conversation.


You watched the train until it dissapeared. You knew your son, you knew he was going to love hogwarts. He was just like you, and some of your fondest memories were from back then.

You turned your head to side as you had felt the sharp gaze of someone on you cheek for the longest time now. Then suddenly you saw, him. Someone you hadn’t really thought about in years.

You saw Draco Malfoy, and he still sped up your heart

The two of you held your gaze, the moment felt like a held breath, if you exhaled the whole world would come crashing around you two.

You lightly smiled, you sadly smiled, because your heart was still broken by how you two left things, so was his.

He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something, like he was going to call out, but suddenly a woman gripped his hand from behind and he turned around. You immediately understood, the woman was his wife.

You quickly turned on your heel and left, maybe it was just the mere fact of seeing him again after so long…

But you felt like if he had kneeled down and proposed right then and there, you’d still say yes.

“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away …. and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast …. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frig then them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a format that is not your won and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust …. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.” - Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet


So I’ve been obsessing thinking. Midoriya Izuku is this quirkless kid in a world full of people who do have quirks, and he is bullied because of that because he’s that type of shounen protagonist: the lonely underdog™ with hidden qualities

He’s all alone. Because 80% of the world has quirks and he just doesn’t.

But hold on.

20% of the world population don’t have quirks. That’s actually a whole fucking lot. That’s one fifth of humanity. One person out of five. In a school class of twenty people, statistically there should be four kids without quirks.

So obviously canon must’ve messed up the numbers a bit or the number refers to a global estimate and the percentage in Japan is just a whole lot lower, I mean, they do have all those crazy heroes and hero school and whatnot.

But imagine, what if.

What if Bakugo is just yelling about how Izuku is worthless because he’s quirkless and some kid goes, “Oh hey, you’re one of us?”

And suddenly, Izuku is adopted by this group. Has people to sit with at lunch, the upperclassmen help with homework because you gotta stick together when you don’t have superpowers and four out of five people around you do, and you’re young so adults will just go ‘kids will be kids’ and teachers will overlook it because come on, that wasn’t bullying, that boy/girl has an amazing quirk and is probably going to be a famous hero in the future.

So just imagine. Bullies suddenly have a much harder time because Quirkless kids walk in groups, and bullies tend to pick fights on loners with no one who stands up for them. Of course Bakugo still tries, but hey, look - Yamamoto-kun’s dad teaches judo and Bakugo is on the floor so fucking fast with this guy sitting on him you can’t believe it. Helpless without Quirks indeed.

So Bakugo learns to not attack physically and just runs his mouth but. Every time he tries, he gets steam-rolled with a lecture by Maria-chan, whose mom is high up in the police and who is not afraid to use that because again, they may not be alone but life without a Quirk still is fucking hard.

And eventually Bakugo just stops, it’s not worth the effort and maybe, just maybe, being Quirkless doesn’t make someone as useless as he thought because he just never seems to win against them and after years of this he’s running out of excuses as for why that might be.

And Izuku somehow doesn’t look weak anymore. He can stand straight because he knows he isn’t lesser, because every time he says something to that extent he gets the “Quirkless people can do anything they put their mind to”-talk - these kids are passionate, okay?

And eventually he tells them he wants to be a hero even though he’s got no Quirk and instead of laughing at him they say, huh. That’s cool. You know what, it’d be really great to have a pro-hero representing the Quirkless folks. So they throw together a plan. Yamamoto’s dad’s got a dojo. Fumio’s dad has a law practice. Emiko’s mum is a secretary in a hero agency, Terada-san’s aunt works at a newspaper. And so on and so forth. Every skill Izuku might need, they find a teacher for. And there’s a bunch of nerds that are into robotics and whatnot, so they make support items that Izuku can use to compensate for his lack of superpower. Somebody who knows somebody builds him a veritable suit of armour.

And these kids, they have families, and after while everybody knows about this kid with the big dream who’s doing his best, and look how adorable and sincere he is. How he never gives up. So they give him pats on the backs and tell him they support him, at the market someone this old lady always give him an apple for free, he gets a discount at the supermarket.

His mom is super happy, and she’s friends with all his friends moms and dads and they exchange advice and gossip about their Quirkless tips.

So when the Sludge Villain comes, All Might saves Izuku as per canon, but Izuku doesn’t cling to his leg in desperation because he knows he’s going to be a hero. So that Sludge Villain never escapes since All Might isn’t distracted.

(Izuku still gets that autograph because come on.)

So Izuku still has ten months after that and he and his folks clean up the beach as a group because nobody’s going to let this cinnamon roll train alone, he’s got this stupid tendency to overdo it. And obviously someone twitters about it and they get a facebook page and all, and Izuku gets a huge online following (the before/after pictures of shirtless Izuku cause much jaw-dropping, also the one where he drags a car and carries a fridge because holy hell, this kid doesn’t have ) and he gets message from supporters and some even say, “I hope we go to U.A. together”. And there are so many messages from Quirkless folks, both kids and adults, whom Izuku inspires to follow their dreams.

(All Might himself is a Midoriya fan, actually.)

Some guys make ‘Support Midoriya 2K30’ shirts (or whatever year BnHA takes place in). #IzukuForUA trends on twitter.

Also there are a lot of BakuIzu shippers because those two now have lots of spars. It’s the only way Bakugo can get a fight with Izuku, and since they have special nicknames for each other and whatnot… well we all know how shippers are. Honestly, even Izuku’s friends can’t make sense of their relationship. They’ve sort of adopted Bakugo, too, he’s like this really murderous puppy and teasing him is hilarious.

So they go to the entrance exams and everybody already knows them. Uraraka tells Izuku how much watching him inspires her, Iida shakes Izuku’s hand, Kirishima chats up Bakugo, and on and on it goes. Back home there are public viewing with entire restaurants full of people wearing fan-T-shirts, twitter goes crazy.

And Izuku goes into that exam, and he knows everything about robots, knows all their weak points and how their AIs work. Any equipment is allowed so he has EMP weapons and he’s super-mobile thanks to learning Parkour. He’s good.

So many people burst into tears when he saves Uraraka with some crazy stunt, swinging in with a grappling hook gun à la spiderman.

And then a week later he posts his results and that HE GOT IN, and he’s even in the top ten with his rescue points. He makes the news, actual pro-heroes congratulate him and there are parties all over the country.

Because to them Midoriya Izuku already is a hero.

A tale of two books…Outlander and Cold Mountain

This week marks 18 years since I completed treatment for non-hodgkin’s lymphoma. On May 11, 1999, I received the last of 30 radiation treatments, following several months of chemotherapy and 2 surgeries. In the fall of ’98, while in graduate school, I had symptoms I kept trying to explain away with excuses such as “every student is exhausted,” “it’s the altitude” (I was living in New Mexico), “I’ve developed an allergy,” and my most common excuse “I’m just depressed” (my Mom died 5 months before the onset of my symptoms). But lo and behold, the day of reckoning arrived, actually moved in like a severe thunderstorm, and I could no longer ignore how I felt. After an initial evaluation in Albuquerque, but before having a definitive diagnosis, I returned home to Kentucky when it seemed my situation was quite serious. Into the hospital I went for what was supposed to be an outpatient biopsy. The best laid plans of surgeons and patients do not always turn out as hoped. During the procedure to biopsy the mass in my chest, two very serious complications occurred and I wound up in the place I always said I never wanted to work - the surgical intensive care unit. A week later, after falling victim to the “more than 7 tubes” rule, ie if a person has more than 7 tubes inserted in their body they are usually quite ill, I was moved from the ICU to the cancer floor. If I was previously in denial about my diagnosis, moving to the “cancer floor” hastened my reluctant acceptance that I did indeed have an illness that fit under the cancer umbrella.

The only book I brought into the hospital with me was Cold Mountain. I had about 50 pages to read at the time of my intended 23 hour admission. Rarely does someone in the ICU have the energy or inclination to read - and for the first time in my life, I found myself having no interest in reading. Nor did I want anyone to read to me. But after getting settled in my room on the cancer floor, I finally did have a small spark of desire to read. I finished Cold Mountain with some trepidation - a part of me wanted there to be a beautiful happy ending, while the part of me that was accepting the seriousness of my illness wanted only sadness and heartache for the protagonists. At this point, I was still compartmentalizing my life. I had great clinical interest in non-hodgkin’s lymphoma, but I was approaching it from the perspective of being the health care provider rather than being the person who was now living with a disease that could lead to my death. Even my belief in the light of eternity, even my faith, provided little comfort or consolation. I found myself re-reading the sad parts of Cold Mountain. Others have suffered too, I reminded myself, and they have gone on living.

One of my sisters went to our local public library and asked for a recommendation of a novel,  historical fiction. The librarian recommended Outlander. I rolled my eyes when she came into my room with such a massive book - I did not yet have the energy to get myself out of bed - how was I going to hold a book that seemed to weigh ten pounds?  After propping the book up on pillows, I started reading and I kept going. The book was so engrossing that I read late into the night, much to the dismay of my nurses and family member or friend who were with me for the night. Initially I was afraid to be alone at night, but after I got caught up in the story, I told everyone to go home in the evening, so eager was I to read, actually to devour, Outlander.

So began my connection with the story that weaves the lives of Claire and Jamie together in a beautiful tapestry of love, sadness, joy, pain, separation, reunion…I have learned much from their story, and now with the TV series, the learning continues in new and varied ways. Grateful for the many designs of Providence active in my life, I have a lovely new circle of friends now - all of you. I celebrate the friendships formed here and look forward to new ways that the story of Claire and Jamie will inform and shape various aspects of our lives and world views. My greatest hope is for all of us to celebrate life and find things which engender gratitude in our hearts, even as there is pain and disappointment. Thanks, friends, for being here! No one else but all of us together would understand, dare I say even could understand, our connection with the Outlander saga. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you have a personal headcanon on what kind of MC would suit each character best personality wise ^^

I do have some ideas! These are just my thoughts and interpretations, reading it over again, I feel like I’ve missed things so I might come back to add to them later but for now, I’m satisfied!


  • Somebody who pays attention to him but doesn’t spoil him too much.
  • Somebody who loves him and stays with him and never betrays him.
  • Somebody fun and up for anything but not anybody who takes risks, he wants them to treasure themselves.
  • He just needs somebody who makes him feel like he’s needed, like he’s loved.
  • Someone upbeat and cheerful yet empathic would be a good match for him I believe!


  • Somebody who understands what he’s going through, someone who is able to understand him.
  • Somebody caring and pays attention to him and his habits.
  • Somebody who is a good listener.
  • Somebody who makes his heart pound and makes him weak at the knees.
  • Somebody who lets him compliment them to death.
  • Somebody who accepts all of him.
  • Somebody who is mature on the outside (big sister sort of feel) but when they’re alone with Yoosung, they become childish.


  • Somebody sensible but also pretty active and energetic.
  • Someone who gets Jaehee up and moving y'know.
  • Somebody mature but also gets a bit childish at times so Jaehee can have a bit more excitement.
  • Somebody (just like Zen) who helps Jaehee tAKE CARE OF HERSELF BETTER (burn the convenience store bento)
  • Somebody who is understanding and a good listener but also a bit talkative themselves.

Jumin: (I’ve thought about this one a lot)

  • Somebody who is a bit quiet and knows their ‘boundaries’.
  • Somebody who stands up for what they want and won’t let anybody hinder them.
  • They need to agree with Jumin sometimes.
  • But other times, a bit of head-to-head combat isn’t bad!
  • So basically, somebody who knows limits but is strong and not afraid of what others think.
  • Jumin would love to be the dominant one in the relationship, somebody who makes him feel like this is great.


  • Somebody dorky and goes along with everything he does.
  • Somebody who isn’t afraid of some adventure.
  • Somebody who isn’t too nosy but does get a bit nosy when Seven tries to keep worries he would be better off sharing.
  • Somebody who is understanding and always by his side.
  • Somebody who will never leave him or misunderstand him.
  • Somebody who limits his diet consisting of chips and dr pepper
  • Somebody who doesn’t mind if he likes his brother more than them


  • Somebody serene and very smiley.
  • Somebody who is able to go along with V’s whims.
  • Somebody who talks a lot.
  • Somebody who is able to poke the secrets out of him.
  • Somebody who he can rely on and share burden with.
  • Somebody who can assure V that they’ll always be there and never leave him alone in the dark.


  • Somebody who isn’t afraid of a little glare here and there.
  • Somebody who is able to entice the ‘puppy’ out of the 'guard dog’.
  • Somebody he feels he can trust.
  • Somebody who is 100% truthful and would never tell a lie.
  • Somebody he can let his guard around.
  • Somebody who is lively and energetic.
  • Somebody who is pretty stubborn (as in the sense that they can get Saeran out of his moods and get him to do something important like eat or tend to his injuries)
  • Somebody loving and nurturing, mother-like can be used to explain it but not too much.



Request: hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3 

warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.

gif cred @lovemusiclifexx


They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.

“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.

He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.

“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.

“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.

“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.

She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.

Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”

“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.

“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.

“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.

“Stiles,” she warned.

“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.

“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”

His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”

Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would. 

“Enlighten me,” she smiled.

“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”

He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.

“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.

“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.

She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.

“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.

“What?” he said again.

“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”

“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.

“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.

“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”

“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.

Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.

“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.

“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.

“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”

“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.

“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.

“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”

“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.

“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.

“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.


“Like I give great cuddles.”

“From practicing with your pillow?”

“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”

“From practicing on your hand?”

“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”

“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”

Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”

They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.

His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”

“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.

He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.

“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.

“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.

“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.

“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”

For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.

She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”

The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy,  the lights were blurring.

“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.

“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”

“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.

“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.

“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.

“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.

It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.

“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.

Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.

“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.

“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.

“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.

Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.

“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.

“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.

“I really tried,” she laughed.

He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.

“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.

“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?” 

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” his cheeks warmed.

“More than maybe,” she decided.

My boyfriend went on a rant about how feminism is stupid

So I sent him this:

I’m really happy you are who you are. Men scare me so badly. I’m afraid to be alone. I’m afraid of being outside when it starts to get dark. I’m afraid to be near a secluded area alone. When I see a van next to my car, I hold my keys in my hand like a knife and get ready to use my mace. All because of men. You say feminism is stupid and in some areas you’re right. But American rape culture exists and you don’t see it because you’re a man. We don’t always get paid less, but so what? I get paid less because I’m a woman. Because Billy is sexist. Not all men are bad. Maybe even most men are good. But every girl some time in her life has been sexually hurt by a man, verbally or physically. Women jump through hoops to avoid being hurt by men. To the point were girls are told not to wear shorts in front of her fucking FATHER because it’s not fair to him. He shouldn’t be looking at her like that. Boys walk around in boxers so it’s not about modesty either. I grew up afraid that my own father would attack me to the point we’re if my mom left me home alone with him I cried uncontrollably until she got back. I begged her not to leave me. Boys get off rape charges because they have a future in something and the girl spends the rest of her life being told she asked for it. She should have just enjoyed it. So I’m a fucking feminist. IM a feminist. Don’t you dare tell me I’m privileged, or making a bigger deal out of it than what it is. Don’t tell me feminism is stupid. You aren’t like most men. And you may not think most men are like that, you haven’t seen them from my side of the fence.

The last one blooming, Chapter 6

TITLE: The last one blooming


AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.


I decided to do a little flashback chapter showing a bit of Loki’s past. Of what happened when he found out that he was adopted… 

Loki had always thought that Odin favoured Thor over him, because he was the first born. So when Thor was announced to be the new king of Asgard, it came as no surprise to him. But Loki had a plan to put a halt to Thor’s big day.

Just delay it a little…

The coronation had started, but was swiftly interrupted by a break in down at the weapons vault. It was frost giants. Someone had shown them the way into Asgard, but they had been dealt with by the destroyer very swiftly.

Thor was furious, wanted to teach them a lesson. Odin deemed Thor foolish and not ready to be King yet. While Thor ranted and raved, Loki took a little trip to Jotunheim himself.

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