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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

OTP Quotes Challenge

A belated celebration for reaching 5000+ followers! Here we have a list of random quotes for you to use for your OTP! You can have followers tell you numbers to draw your OTP as, or you can write stories based on your favorites, or both! Take these quotes in any direction you like for your creative use. Have fun!

  1. “Aah! That tickles!”
  2. “whAT IS THAT?!”
  3. “woah what happened while I was gone”
  4. “wait no that’s mine what are you doing”
  5. “No, I’m paying”
  6. “It’s fine, stop worrying about me”
  7. “dON’T TELL ME I CAN’T DO THAT I WILL DO THAT THING ALL I WANT”
  8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen”
  9. “just tAKE THE JACKET”
  10. “I’m so hungry I could eat a— stop looking at me like that in public”
  11. “Well, that was certainly awkward”
  12. “waIT DON’T RUN AT ME I’LL FALL”
  13. “are… are you awake? Did you fall asleep already”
  14. “great, what did you bring home this time?”
  15. “I don’t know why you don’t like this outfit on you. You look splendid.”
  16. “aaah I can’t stop blushing… No you’re not helping at all”
  17. “I can’t believe they spelled your name wrong again”
  18. “enOUGH! ENOUGH WITH YOUR PUNS”
  19. “I can’t… I can’t believe you actually remembered…”
  20. “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!”
  21. “okay, and how much money did you spend on that thing?”
  22. “I wish we could stay here forever”
  23. “who was that? oh… your cousin…”
  24. “You okay? You seem a little off today”
  25. “I’m fine
  26. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
  27. “c-can I hold your hand?..”
  28. “GIVE ME YOUR HAND”
  29. “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.”
  30. “you can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you”
  31. “You don’t need to tell me— I’ve memorized your order by now”
  32. “y-you look… you look very nice.”
  33. “did that person just take a picture of us?”
  34. “c’mon, let’s dance!”
  35. “oh mY GOD ARE THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES???”
  36. “oh, we are not letting you drive when you’re like this”
  37. “you’re a nerd. but my favorite nerd.”
  38. “why do you find those cute I hate those pictures of myself”
  39. “you’re very warm… It’s nice.”
  40. “You know what? I wasn’t even surprised by that. I’m that used to you.”
  41. “Wait, stay right there— I’ve got a song for you”
  42. “oh thank goodness… I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
  43. “You don’t have to do this if you’re scared”
  44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN”
  45. “I can’t believe you actually bought that”
  46. “that… that was a lot different than I thought it’d be”
  47. “no stop i’M HURTING FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH”
  48. “let’s pretend I didn’t see you do that”
  49. “You’re too sweet”
  50. “ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?”
Imagine your OTP:
  • Person A: I want a cat. Why won't you get me a kitten?
  • Person B: Because you're allergic to cats.
  • Person A: I want a cat. Why won't you get me a cat?
Fluffmas List

1. First Snow

2. Cooking Together

3. Christmas Shopping

4. Movie Night

5. Dancing

6. Decorating The Tree

7. Drinking Hot Cocoa

8. Ice Skating

9. Mistletoe Kisses

10. Snowball Fight

11. Party/Celebration

12. Wrapping Presents

13. Wearing Ugly Sweaters

14. Holding Hands

15. Drinking Excessively

16. Conflicting Holiday Spirits

17. Bundling Up

18. Looking At Christmas Lights

19. Meeting Santa

20. Sleigh Ride

21. Meeting The Family

22. Caroling

23. Sledding

24. Wearing Stockings

25. Christmas Cards

26. Gift Exchange

27. In Front Of The Fireplace

28. Blanket Fort

29. Christmas Cookies

30. Snowed In

31. New Years

I Can Do It

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: Angst, serious injury during a hunt, and loss of hearing…I think that’s it.

A/N: This is for @little-red-83 ’s Love Your “Flaws” Writing Challenge. My prompts are Deafness and Human by Christina Perri. I grew up with a sister that has been hearing impaired since birth but have never really experienced what it is like first hand. That being said, I hope I got what this experience is like close to accurate and if not I apologize. Many thanks to my wonderful beta, @inmysparetime0, who also submitted the gif to me quite a while ago. It’s been a long time coming, this fic has haunted me for months. It has taken me several computer crashes and three times longer than usual to get this posted using my daughter’s computer…but here it is. Hope you like it.


Dean’s words echoed in your head, “If you can’t protect yourself, then you shouldn’t be hunting.”

But that was years ago and wasn’t directed at you, but damn if it didn’t apply to you now.

You know that it wasn’t your fault that this has happened to you. It was a freak accident that no one saw coming. It was a risk every hunter took every day. You had never stopped to think of this outcome though. Death, sure. Major injury, absolutely, but not like this.

When the explosion happened the last thing you remembered was Dean yelling out for you, then darkness. When you woke up nothing but pain and silence. It was different than any silence you had ever heard before. What most people think is silence, isn’t. There are still tiny noises in the air that are so small the average person doesn’t register them. A true silence was void of all noise. That was exactly what you were experiencing now and it was terrifying.

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darkbluesky-1704  asked:

I have a story where A haven't speak to anyone in years due to a childhood trauma and B somehow manages to fall in love with A even tho they don't know anything about them. Can you help with ideas of why B fell for A???

•B keeps seeing A in public and they become curious as to who they are, but they never speak
•B claims to their friend that they could get anyone to go out with them and the friend says “okay prove it. Get…that person over there” and points to A
•B often goes to the same cafe/store and always sees A, who works there, doing jobs like moving supplies or taking inventory or cleaning and admires their work ethic
•B falls asleep in the movie theater where A works and A has to wake them up but doesn’t know how and just sort of stares at them but then B wakes up and A doesn’t know how to explain themself, and they both get really blushy
•A doesn’t smile very often but one day B sees A smile and thinks it’s the most beautiful thing ever and can’t stop thinking about it
•A and B work in the same building. B is new to the job and sees A sitting all alone at lunch so they sit with them and start talking to them even though A doesn’t respond
•B works at the library and A picks out a book that B loves and so B always gives A book suggestions every time they come in
•B thinks A looks really familiar but doesn’t know why, and can’t stop thinking about them trying to figure it out

Imagine your OTP:

Person A: Sorry I’m late, I had some stuff I had to do.

Person B: By “stuff”, she means me.

Subsistence

I think of the things I’d like to say to you when you’re standing in front of me, mere feet away.

In all honesty, I’d probably be too shy or chagrined at myself or overwhelmingly smitten by your presence to say anything at all.

But I still think up of all the craziest poetic statements I’d want to say to your face just to watch your expression change from that solemn one to that amused one to that wild one. All that change, all that dynamic combustion of emotions you feel and that I, in my own way, compelled.

I’d tell you, I want your lips tattooed to the side on my neck – here, just where the curtain of my hair courts the crook where my shoulder ends at my irresistibility begins.

I’d tell you, I want those sinewy hands on my hips, those pianist fingers digging into my flesh, that fanned stance you’d assume as if in the middle of a dance where you dip me and I cling to your deceptively muscular form. And you smile, a smooth deceptively calculating spread of victory when the surface of the table miraculously lends credence to the arch of my back.

You brought me here. You do me here. I’m at your bidding and you know it. So release that Irish wilderness all over me. Whip up a ginger storm and ravage my clover field. Unchain that ancient beast to claim my bare territory. Do unto me as the Celtic melodies do at the very depths of the crashing sea and consume me, Bill.

“I’m ready. Take me.”

My 31 Day OTP Challenge

1: First Meeting
2: Selfie
3: Ugly Christmas Sweaters
4: Easter Best
5: Picknick
6: Bathing Suit
7: Argument
8: Comfort
9: Kissing
10: 50’s Style
11: As Little Kids AU
12: Switch Clothes
13: Genderbend
14: Racebend
15: Royality
16: Cosplay
17: Slow Dance
18: Fantasy Beasts
19: Wedding day
20: W/ their Kid/Kids
21: W/ their best friend/friends
22: Boarding School
23: Favorite animal
24: Going Shopping
25: Christmas Ball
26: Medieval Style
27: Valentines Day
28: Halloween Costumes
29: Holding hands
30: Death Scene
31: Anything
Have fun! And don’t hurt your fans too much…

shipped-goldstandard  asked:

for the soulmate au #18 for maybe pbj?? :D

I need you to know that I sat here for a long-ass time trying to make this angsty just to spite you :P But alas, this prompt is too adorable and I admit defeat. 


18. The one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.


I can feel your halo, halo, halo…

Jack rolls onto his stomach and shoves his face down into the pillow with a groan as the music fades away. Maybe it’s finally over and he can get some sleep.

Remember those walls I built? Well baby they’re tumbling down.

“Crisse,” Jack mutters. Blearily, he lifts his head and checks the clock. “Ridiculous.” He rolls off the bed, his feet landing with a dull thud, and trudges over to the bathroom where he can hear the shower running.

The door’s unlocked of course, and really Jack should just say something, but he’s tired and keyed up all at once and his body is sore from their last game, so he’s feeling grumpy enough to yank the shower curtain back and snap, “Kenny! Stop singing, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Jesus!” Kent jumps and smacks his elbow on the tiles. “Ow, what the fuck Zimms? I—wait, shit. I wasn’t.”

Jack lets go of the curtain and scrubs at his face. It’s too early in the morning for this. “Quit fucking around, Kenny. I’m tired.”

“Jack, I’m not,” Kent insists, clearly exasperated—and serious, because he never uses Jack’s real name unless it’s important. “I thought that was you.”

Shit. “You—you hear it too?” Jack asks, eyes going wide. The song is still buzzing faintly in the back of his brain, its insistent rhythm battering against Jack’s concentration.

“Uh, duh. Fuck. What the fuck?” Kent shuts off the shower and shakes his head like a dog, splattering water all over Jack’s face, because he’s an asshole. He’s supposed to be Jack’s asshole. So why has this stupid ‘halo, halo’ song been playing on repeat for the past half hour?

Kent steps out of the shower and snags a towel to dry off his hair better, ignoring the way he’s dripping water all over the floor that seeps into Jack’s socks. Jack sighs and peels them off, dropping them in the corner with Kent’s clothes. He closes his eyes and tries to take a deep breath to combat the anxiety flaring in the base of his gut.

“What—what’s happening?” he whispers, grabbing at Kent’s hand wildly, willing the touch to stabilize him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Kent soothes, running his thumb over the bones of Jack’s wrist and stepping closer, tilting his face up to look Jack in the eye. He almost seems calm, but his voice is quivering just a little and Jack realizes Kent is scared too. It’s not something he thinks about often, that Kent can be afraid. “We’re—we’ll figure it out, okay? I’ve got an idea.”

Jack nods and swallows thickly.

Kent squeezes Jack’s hand and says, “Go sit in the other room okay? I wanna try something.”

“Um, okay.” Jack dutifully wanders back into the bedroom and sits down on his bed, staring at his hands and wishing they’d stop shaking. Suddenly, the halo, halo song stutters and fades to be replaced with—oh, of course.

I got my hands up, they’re playing my song—

“I hear you!” Jack shouts, scrambling off the bed and bolting into the bathroom. “I can—I still hear you.”

He’s grinning and so is Kent, once Jack skids into the room and gathers him up in a crushing hug, the momentum carrying them against the wall. Kent laughs and presses his forehead hard into Jack’s shoulder. Now that Kent’s not singing anymore, the other song fades back in as persistent as ever—though at this point it’s kind of grown on him.

“So,” Kent muffles into Jack’s shoulder, “we’re still soulmates.”

Jack drops Kent back to the ground and pulls him back in by the hips. “Yeah.”

“But—there’s some third person out there…who we can hear too?” Kent quirks his lips to the side in thought.

Jack hums and says, “Seems like it. What should we do?”

Kent shrugs, wrapping his arms around Jack’s neck and tugging him down into a quick kiss. “Dunno,” he says, “guess we just wait until we find him.”

Five years later

Jack stomps back into the Haus with a pinched expression. He had to pull his headphones out halfway through his run because his soulmate was in the mood for Beyoncé—again—and trying to listen to his own music with something else prattling in the background has always been torturous. In fact, he’s starting to feel a headache coming on just from the strain.

So it hasn’t been the best morning, but it smells like Bittle is baking in the kitchen again which is nice. Jack hadn’t gotten along with Bittle terribly well the first few months, but the frog has definitely grown on him—which might’ve had something to do with Kent telling him to ‘stop being such a fucking dick, Zimms.’ But, anyway. The point is that it’s been good, having Bittle around more.

Jack wanders into the kitchen to say hello, and finds Bittle bopping around to something on his iPod and—

Baby I can see your halo, you know you’re my saving grace.

—singing along.

Jack freezes and narrowly avoids crashing into the kitchen table, bracing his hands bodily against the edge. His heart pounds, breath hitching in sudden realization—is Bittle?—he must be—but maybe it’s just—

Jack forces himself to take a deep breath. There’s only one way to find out.

“Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through,” Jack sings softly, nearly humming the words under his breath. Bittle’s entire body jerks and then stills. “And just a sweet old song keeps Georgia on my mind.”

Bittle turns slowly, brown eyes wide and shining with disbelief, a hand up to his mouth. “Jack?” he whispers, the name rich and warm on his tongue.

Jack’s entire body shivers. Slowly, watching with a detached awe as his hands shake, he reaches for his phone and dials.

Kent answers on the second ring. “Zimms—I heard—did you—?”

Jack smiles shyly and Bittle gives a little wave. “Yeah, Kenny. I found him.”

Red’s Love your “Flaws” Writing Challenge

There is no milestone for this challenge, it’s about celebrating the uniqueness of YOU. This whole idea for this challenge is explained here .  There’s so much pressure to be perfect out there, magazines want you to be a size 2, there’s skin bleach to lighten freckles, cream to reduce scars, pills to help you lose weight etc etc. But.. “In a world where you can be anything, be yourself” (Etta Turner). Is there anything wrong with wanting to improve yourself? No, but do it for you not because you fell pressured. Be healthy, but don’t starve yourself. Know that freckles are cute and scars show how strong you are. And that there is nothing wrong with being different from what society deems normal. 

So I challenge you to pick a “flaw” from the list and write a (preferably) reader insert with the flaw being part of the character. Make a character that readers can relate to. From too many freckles too scars and everything in between. This isn’t about writing the perfect reader insert that the character of your choice would immediately fall in love with. It’s writing about a real person who has real “flaws”, one that is not perfect by society standards but still gets the guy (or girl). And most importantly, have fun with it. 

And I say “flaws” but I don’t see them as flaws. At all. I have two scars on my face, one that I have had since I was 5. And I love them. They are uniquely mine, but some people see them as ugly etc. To them, I’m flawed… marred. And yes, there have been comments about before, lots of “I’m sorry that you have a scar” and “You can get a cream for that.”. But they are not hurting me or anyone else, they are just “ugly” to most people and this is about embracing what makes you, you! 

Check out the rules and the list below the cut. Let me know if anything needs to be added or taken away from the list!! I will tweak it if anyone has any suggestions :) 

And it’s multi fandom!!! I’m not picky about the fandoms at all, I just want to have the love your “flaws” message spread through all the fandoms. 

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I Can Love You Like That

Pairing: Dean x plussize!Reader

Words: 4,472

Summary: It‘s one of your bad days, but Dean is at your side to help you through it.

Warnings: self-depreciation, talk of self-harming scars, coming out as pansexual (is that a warning?)

Author’s note: So this is my fic for @little-red-83‘s Love Your Flaws Challenge (which I’m still super hyped about, it’s an awesome idea!). I had the “flaws” “overwheight, scars and sexual orientation” (and tbh, this hit pretty close to home. I had to rewrite this three times.) and the song “I can love you like that” by John Michael Montgomery. I put the lyrics in italics and they obviously don’t belong to me. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this!

Originally posted by strengthcas

You were in love with Dean Winchester. Since the first time you had met him you knew that there wouldn’t be anybody else for you ever again. You weren’t sure what exactly made you fall for him.

Maybe it had been his ridiculously good looks, although you didn’t care about looks that much.
Maybe it had been the devotion with which he cared for his little brother, always looking out for him and trying to keep him safe.
Maybe it had been the way he hunted, focused, strong and always in control. As if hunting came to him as natural as breathing.
Maybe it had been all of that, combined with the love he hold for his friends. For the only family he had left.

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Anything But Typical

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Summary: A few days stuck in the bunker on research duty can be very boring.  Lucky for you a certain tricky angel decides to keep you company.

Word Count:  1345 words

Prompt: She’s Every Woman by Garth Brooks. ‘Flaws’ Weight issues, Irlens, being a really fucking irritating archangel (does that one count?).

A/N: This is my offering for @little-red-83 Love Your Flaws Writing Challenge. I am currently in a big Gabriel hole so here ya go.

Originally posted by spngayngels

You couldn’t believe you had been benched.  Dean Winchester was such a self-righteous asshole but you’d thought Sam would have had your back.  Instead you were relegated to research monkey.  It was no secret that you were a major geek and could wax lyrical about several fandoms in great depth, in fact give you a laptop and you could research for days but sitting in the library with actual books… that was a different story.  It was fairly easy to hide your Irlens syndrome but without your lilac tinted glasses or even your filter there was no way you could read what was on these pages. At least you were on your own so the chances of someone walking in on you were zero.  Putting your earbuds in you blasted your music, took a large sip of coffee and slipped on your glasses to begin work.  

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JOURNAL TOPICS

I’ve personally found journaling to be very advantageous to both my recovery as well as my overall psyche, and I’d suggest it to anyone. Below I’ve comprised a little list of daily journaling topics that individuals in recovery as well as others may find to be enjoyable.
1.) Write 3 things that were great about your day.
2.) Keep a daily gratitude list and jot down one thing you’re thankful for every morning.
3.) Write down one affirmation every day and repeat it to yourself (be sincere).
4.) Write about what you have learned this week (no matter how mundane it may seem).
5.) Journal about the best thing that happened to you this week (give details).
6.) Write what your biggest challenges were for the week.
7.) Journal about things you did for the first time.
8.) Write down your top three priories for the upcoming week.
9.) Make a “Positives List” and write down:
-anything you’re proud of
-positives changes you’ve experienced (in recovery or in general)
-things you like about yourself
-positive statements loved ones may use to describe you
-what makes you unique/special
-things you are good at
*Refer to this list regularly and add to it as needed*
10.) Comprise a list of negative core beliefs and then go back and reframe them all with an affirmation towards yourself.
11.) Journal about where you envision yourself to be within the next 5 years.
12.) Write a letter saying all the things you’d like to voice to someone you dislike with no intentions of sending it.
13.) Schedule a date with yourself once a month; write about all the things you’d like to do, and do them.
14.) Write an amends letter to yourself; then write a thank you letter to yourself.
15.) Keep a dream log. Write down what you dreamed the night before as soon as you wake up (include as many details as possible).
16.) List all your favorite quotes. Underneath write why you enjoy them so much and how they apply to you.

For those in recovery, you may find it beneficial to set aside 10 minutes everyday and answer these following questions:
1.) Did my recovery go as planned today?
2.) What impediments, if any, were there to my recovery?
3.) What can I do to remove these impediments next time?
I’ve also included some journaling assignments you may find to be helpful:
4.) Create a list of what is good about staying the same and what is bad about staying the same.
Then form a list of good and bad outcomes of making a change.
5.) Create a plan/schedule in advance to help you steer clear of temptations that may throw you off course.

If you can think of any additions to add to this list feel free to message them to me. I’m always open to new journaling assignments. Hopefully you all can find at least one of these suggestions to be fun and constructive. Happy journaling to you all!
PS- I’d love to read any of your entries; feel free to message them to me.

Prompt Set:

“I should’ve never married you” 

“So this is where you’ve been running off to.” 

“Just trust me, I’ve done this a million times.” 

“It’s freaking cold.” 

“There’s a remote for a reason” 

“You can’t miss work for the third time this week” 

“You have thirty seconds to explain or I’m gone.” 

Writing Challenge part 2

OKAY IT’S ON! Here’s my reply to @prettynasty

1. That’s when I realized that there was no match for him. No one could ever make me feel like he did, no matter how hard they tried.

2. She knew her calendar like the back of her hand, always prepared for everything and everyone. However nothing could have prepared her for him.

3. He was north, she was south. He was the moon, she was the sun. Their love always present, but never allowed. 

4. And as soon as he smiled that persuasive smile, she knew. 

5.  His art was excellent - there was no other word. I felt tears in my eyes, and as I studied his work further, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying, but I just couldn’t help myself.

6. She was haunted by his touch. It was like his hands were actually there, hovering over her, but never actually touching her. 

7. As he walked down that all too familiar street he felt a pang of nostalgia.

8. Autumn was named after her mothers favorite season. Her mother had always loved the changing of the leaves, and the promise of a new beginnings. So she named her only daughter after it. 

9. He awoke with a feeling of absence. He looked to his side, and sure enough his wife was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he walked to the kitchen to find her in her pyjamas and a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, with flour on her nose and a grin on her face. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to make your favorite cookies.” 

10. And there they were, at the crack of dawn, sitting on the beach. Their friendship stronger than ever, and their hearts full of love. 

11. She looked at him, trying to make her smile look less perplexed than it probably did - however failing miserably.  

12. She considered herself rich in the best sense of the word. She had all the love she could ever wish for, and her heart was full. 

13. Her feelings for him came like thieves is the night, uninvited and unwanted. However she couldn’t deny that they were now in fact present. All she could do was decide how to deal with them. 

14. She tried to act unaffected by his cruel actions, but his words felt like a dagger in her heart. He had never loved her, only pretending to care. As he walked away, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor - broken. 

15. They sat quietly on the abandoned rooftop, watching the breathtaking sunset. No words were exchanged, or needed for that matter. They had each other, and that’s all that they cared about. His hand etched closer to hers, and he finally mustered up the courage to take her hand. His hearts was beating so hard, he thought it might break out of his chest at any minute. But the moment she laced her fingers with his, he knew. He loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure that she was aware of this fact. 

16. She looked out the window of the small café, watching the heavy rain turn to a gentle drizzle. She felt content - that is until she saw him. He was standing across the road, looking straight at her. His eyes were partially covered by his now soaked hair, but she still felt his stare. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way over to the café. Her breath caught in her throat when the entrance bell rang, and he sat down across from her. He looked at her, running his hands through his wet hair. He licked his chapped lips, like he was preparing himself for the words he were about to say. “I’ve missed you”. 

17. As they walked through the mall hand in hand, he couldn’t hold back his smile. She was telling him about the bunnies that her best friend had just bought, and how she now wanted one as well. Her eyes lit up as she talked about their fluffy ears and cute little butts. He leaned down to kiss her nose, making her blush. “I love you” he said while lightly touching her cheek. She smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “Enough to buy me a bunny?”. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “Enough to buy you all the bunnies and other fluffy creatures in the world”. 

18. They lived their lives as parallel lines, always going in the same direction, but never actually touching. 

19. They were on the phone, talking like they did every night. He was singing to her, his voice like a symphony. This was the only way she could fall asleep these days. Him being so far away was hard, so falling asleep to his beautiful voice was her favorite way of pretending that he was right there beside her. 

20. She was sitting at the huge dinner table, all alone like usual. He had promised that he would come home for dinner, but once again she had been a fool for trusting him. 

21. Considering their history she really shouldn’t have trusted her, not the slightest. However she was currently in the need of a friend, and who was she to deny anyone when she was this desperate. 

22. She came home from a long day of work, hearing her favorite sound in the whole world - her sons laughter. She put down her bag and took off her shoes and jacket. She walked to the living room to see her husband and son playing on the couch. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might explode. 

23. His thumb graced her cheek, wiping away the salty tears that she couldn’t hold i any longer. He kissed them away one by one, and held her as tight as he possibly could. His touch a reminder that she would never be alone - that she would always have him. 

24. He opened the door, walking into her room. He spotted it on his way to the bathroom, and being the curious creature he was, he just couldn’t help himself.

25.  And that’s when she knew - he had forever changed her. 

Where Love comes from

Based on: “Scars To Your Beautiful” by Alessia Cara for Red’s Love your “Flaws” Writing Challenge made by the lovely @little-red-83 + imagine 1 + imagine 2 and imagine 3 form @imaginexhobbit.

Inspirational song: “Scars To Your Beautiful” by Alessia Cara.

Disclaimer: I DON’T OWN THE SONG, I DON’T OWN ANYTHING. Also, it’s not my intention to make fun of or romanticize about people with disabilities or any kind of illness, mental and/or physical. If someone feels offended by this fanfiction, I sincerely apologize: my only intent was to make EVERYONE feel included in these stories.

Warnings: body-shaming, discrimination, amputation, dirty language, depression, anxiety attacks, nightmares, mention of war, blood, amputations, self-esteem issues.

Originally posted by tlotrgifs

You walked in the market in the restored Dale, threading your way through the crowd and covering yourself with your cloak the best you could. It was a warm afternoon of early spring and the sun was shining brightly in the blue sky, but it would have been more correct to say that the weather was strangely hot, that you were hot under your woollen cloak, even though you would have never dared to take it off.

You were holding tight your empty basket in your left hand and you walked towards the greengrocer’s stand: you just had to buy a few things and that you would have immediately come back home. You didn’t like staying outside, you didn’t want to risk someone noticing you.

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