Steven inhales deeply, attempting to make sense of what he’s seeing. He shakes his head slowly and presses the “lock” button, but he cannot press lock on his emotions. A single tear lands on his iPhone screen and
I’m selfish. I’ll take the love you offer me and leave you nothing in return. I’ll tear you apart just to see if I can, only to put you back together with stitches and glue. Don’t come to me looking for love; don’t expect me to make you happy; don’t wish for a forever by my side. Come to me in ruins, and I will leave you a little more beautifully broken.
Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I’m sure you understand. Still, I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities. I should have killed you long ago.
All I ask is one thing, and I’m asking this particularly of young people: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism, for the record, it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.
The classic “when you meet your soulmate you see color” au, but with a twist. Because what if meeting them isn’t enough - what if you need to realise that they’re your soulmate for it to take effect?
Stiles is in third grade when he falls in love with Lydia Martin. And he knows it’s love, he really does, because when she briefly meets his eye across the playground one innocuous Tuesday the world around him blossoms into color.
He sees the shade of her hair for the first time, not quite orange, not quite red (strawberry blonde, he would settle on later, after encountering both colors separately) and the green of her eyes, as bright as the grass beneath her blue shoes. Stiles looks at Lydia and sees color, and it is beautiful.
Scott frowns when he tells him, like he doesn’t understand. “What do you mean you see color? Aren’t we too young for that?”
Stiles waves off his concerns and goes back to rifling through the classroom crayon supply, which suddenly holds a whole new world of possibilities. Some of them are still in black and white, and some are just sort of shades of grey, but some are vibrant colors and Stiles knows that’s more than most of the other kids can see so he’s happy.
He picks out the ones that look closest to Lydia’s colors and sketches a rough drawing of her. He’s not the best artist, but just seeing the colors on the page makes his heart race.
He catches her just before the end of the day. “Lydia!” he calls as she neatly tucks her pencils into their case. He can see that she’s got a red one and a blue one, and another color he can’t think of the name of, and he wonders if she sees them too.
She blinks up at him as he skids to a stop in front of her desk. “Yes?”
“I drew this for you.”
She takes the drawing and he waits with baited breath for her response. She glances over it before rolling her green eyes back to Stiles’ face. “What is it?”
“It’s… uh…” Now that he’s here in front of her, admitting that he’d drawn her seems like a creepy thing to do. He can see Scott wincing sympathetically across the room. Stiles finally settles on, “It’s in color. Don’t you see?”
Lydia scowls. “No, I don’t see.”
His heart drops, because this is not how the stories go. In the stories, when you meet your soulmate your whole world suddenly changes, and you start to see color. Because they’re your soulmate, they see color too. You look at each other, and you see color, and it’s beautiful. That’s what happened with Stiles’ parents, that’s what happens in all the stories of true love Stiles has ever heard.
But Stiles sees color, and Lydia doesn’t.
This doesn’t make sense.
Stiles is very lost when he asks, “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t.” Lydia eyes him warily, glancing from the drawing to his face and back again. “Why, do you?”
“Uh… I… um…”
When he doesn’t give her a straight answer, she pins him under a very scrutinising stare. For a second Stiles swears that she’s seeing it too, that she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but then she silently pushes the paper back towards him.
Stiles feels like he might cry. “Keep it,” he says quietly. “I drew it for you.”
He turns to head back to Scott before she can reply, and his friend offers him a consolatory pat on the back.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Stiles shrugs. “Eh. At least I can see color now.”
Scott nods. “And at least she kept the drawing.”
Stiles spins so fast he almost falls over. He turns just in time to see Lydia tucking the paper into her bag behind her pencil case. Both are pink.
Stiles grins. It might take a little bit longer, but he knows that one day Lydia is going to look at him and see something more than grey.
Untitled by twofriesshortofhomicide (Dean and reader text back and forth, leading to phone sex and then real sex) ((Are we sensing that Allie found a new blog this week and read thru the entire master list at once?? Sorry. I actually held back because there are several more that I wanted to post. Go check out the master list tho.)
Quiet by ilostmyshoe-79 (Reader has to be quiet for Sam since Dean is asleep the next bed over. I somewhat recently decided that the whole having-sex-while-someone-else-is-in-the-room-asleep thing kind of eeks me out, but I wanted to have at least a little bit of Sam smut on the list this week. )
I’ve had to resort to drastic measures because Jess ripped my heart out and stomped on it, then proceeded to defecate on its pulverized remains with Wish You Were Here. I was lured in with the promise of smut (there’s definitely smut) but my body was not ready for the feels. Oh, and then she went and wrote a prequel, which was also a meat grinder for the feels. From now on, smut timeout is where smut writers will be sent when they are bad- aka when I don’t get my way and I’m pouting about it. Let’s hope I don’t have to use it most Hump days, JESS.
Alright, that’s it for this week. Until next Wednesday, Happy Humping!!!
To no surprise, studyblr is absolutely full of handwriting to be envious of. There is no shortage of note-taking photos which look like an angel wrote them. Whilst your handwriting is a part of who you are and there is no shame in having wonderfully messy writing, sometimes you just fancy a change. With this technique I’ve managed to adjust my handwriting in a short space of time. I cannot guarantee this will work for everyone, but hopefully it will be of use! Here is my step-by-step guide to improving your writing:
Figure out what you want - what part of your writing do you want to change? Are you wanting to learn how to write more cursive or just make your writing more legible? Do you need to write faster or smaller? Write a random paragraph out and see what you like or don’t like about it. That way you can figure out what you need to change.
Pick a pen - find a pen that you love to write with it! Different pens can influence your writing so try out as many as you can. There is ballpoint, gel pen, fineliner, rollerball, etc! My favourites are Muji Gel Pens and the Pilot G2.
Find inspiration - as I said studyblr is full of inspiring handwriting and beautiful bullet journals. Find a few of your faves and save them. Same with Pinterest! Search around for some examples and save them.
Make a cheatsheet - once you’ve picked and downloaded the font you want to make your handwriting like, you can make a cheatsheet. By this I mean opening a word/pages document and typing uppercase and lowercase letters, words and numbers in your chosen font. Pick a size that you think will be easy for you to write on, probably 12pt+. Then print! An example of the one I made is here.
Start writing - after you’ve printed start writing over the words. By tracing over the letters you’ll eventually retain yourself to write that way more naturally. Take it slow and be sure to properly trace the letters. This might take a while and some hard work but when it works it will be worth it. Try printing your cheatsheet 3 or 4 times and going over them all. Once you feel you’ve got the hang off it try copying without the font underneath and see how similar it is.
Persistence - changing your writing is undoubtedly going to take time so don’t be disheartened if you don’t get it quickly. It is also important to remember that being able to recreate your desired handwriting exactly can be tricky and might not be totally possible. However practicing should help your normal handwriting adapt to have some of the features that the writing you want has.
I did this over the past few days and have managed to improve my cursive style writing. You can see my normal writing vs the writing style I learnt in 2ish days. I hope this helps! I’m happy to email ready done font cheatsheets if you’d like one, just message me. If you are practicing using these tips, I’d love to see. Tag me on here or Instagram! :~)
When people complain that they can’t find the fanfic they want to read in a fandom, that everything out there is just smut and it sickens them that we write what we do, it makes me want to write a bunch of smut and slather it all over the internet with unrepentant joy.
No one is here to write you the story you want to read. You are not entitled to magically find to the story you want to read on the first try, something crafted with devotion and purpose by someone you don’t know using their limited time, tremendous effort, carpal tunnel, and tears, just because you want it to be there. Our interests are not required to dovetail with yours. We don’t do what we do for your benefit. We do what we like.