written in the bones

do me a favor. take a look at your life; now get a pen or pencil and paper and write down the names of the most important people in your life. now make a list of all the things you love; from hot coffee to the smell of his cologne or her perfume as you lean in to hug him/her. do you see your name on either one of those lists? you should be the most important person in your life because at 2am when you’re breaking down, you’re all you’ve got. your name should be the first thing written on the list of things you love because you are bones that are made of stardust give you structure, your eyes, the colors of oceans and galaxies and planets, let you see the world and all its beauty, your mouth, with its perfect shape allows you to express your creative ideas and opinions, and your skin that shines in the sunlight allows you to not only touch another person’s skin, but to touch their souls.

Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.

North Stars though, they are. By chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost.

And you will love them. God, you will love them as they are because they are yours. They exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. They were written in some far off past life.

There is no force that is more than they are.

You are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. Nothing would dare to be.

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lit meme: 1/8 otps  —  will herondale and tessa gray, the infernal devices by cassandra clare

“Tess, Tess, Tessa.
Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.
Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.
I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.
And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.
You are not the last dream of my soul.
You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.
With hope at least,
Will Herondale”

Don’t Engage (Part 2)

Title:  Don’t Engage (Part 2)

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1666

Warnings: explicit language, drinking, jealous!Dean, possessive!Dean, angry sex, rough sex, you-belong-to-me sex, unprotected sex,

Author’s Notes: Don’t Engage (Part 1) was written for @jessica-bones-winchester Dating Dean Writing Challenge. Part two was inspired by the tags on this post from @rizlow1.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

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Thanks, Charlie

Word Count: 1184

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @jessica-bones-winchester ‘s Dating Dean Challenge. My prompts were Wearing only one of his plaid shirts to bed  and Nights cuddled together watching DVD’s. 

This is yet another crapfest of epic proportions which I feel the need to apologize for. I had plans for this when I signed up but I lost ‘em and ran out of time and forgot how to write if I even ever knew how in the first place and this is what came out of it. 

Thanks to @bringmesomepie56 for the beta. 


Reader’s POV

“We should’ve gone with Sam.” I sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around myself. “He could use the backup.”

“No can do, sweetheart. Sam has Garth for backup.” Dean sat down on the couch next to me with his arms full of snacks and drinks. “You heard the doctor. You’re lucky you didn’t break your back in that last hunt. No hunting for you for awhile.” He opened up the snacks and laid everything out on the coffee table he’d set up in the living area for me then leaned back, opening his arms up and motioning for me to lay against him. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, crawling between his legs and wrapping my arms around him, resting against his chest.

“Technically, he never said no hunting.” I reminded Dean who scoffed.

“Semantics, Y/N.” Dean growled. “He said no strenuous activity. If we told him you were a hunter, you’d be in the psych ward. We all would be.”

“Fine.” I sighed in exasperation. “What movies did you pick?”

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Soulmates aren’t rare, they aren’t, you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives.

North Stars though, they are. By chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home. Someone who is home. And knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost.And you will love them. God, you will love them as they are because they are yours. They exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. They were written in some far off past life.There is no force that is more than they are.You are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. Nothing would dare to be.

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Tess, Tess, Tessa.

Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

With hope at least,
Will Herondale

↳ for @not-santaswift from your Wessa Net Secret Santa!

do me a favor. take a look at your life; now get a pen or pencil and paper and write down the names of the most important people in your life. now make a list of all the things you love; from hot coffee to the smell of his cologne or her perfume as you lean in to hug him/her. do you see your name on either one of those lists? you should be the most important person in your life because at 2am when you’re breaking down, you’re all you’ve got. your name should be the first thing written on the list of things you love because you’re bones that are made of stardust give you structure, your eyes, the colors of oceans and galaxies and planets, let you see the world and all it’s beauty, your mouth, with its perfect shape allows you to express your creative ideas and opinions, and your skin that shines in the sunlight allows you to not only touch another person’s skin, but to touch their souls.
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soulmates aren’t rare. they aren’t. you’ll meet a thousand soulmates, just as you’ll live a thousand lives. north stars, though, they are. by chance you’ll meet someone who encompass the way home, someone who is home, and knowing them is like being found with never knowing you were lost. and you will love them. god, you will love them as they are because they are yours. they exist beneath your skin, in your veins, to your bones. they were written in some far off past life. there is no force that is more than they are. you are born half in love with them, and to have them, to be theirs, is like nothing else. nothing would dare to be.

written in the books

summary: ladybug is forced to reveal herself when her miraculous runs out of time


Chat Noir loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It’s carved in the bones of his body and written in the books–he loves her. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her; if his book was veering the path he wanted it to follow, he should have been in love with Ladybug.

And yet, here he was. Sacrificing his ass to find Marinette.

“Mari?” he calls out. The flames are loud and crackling in his ear, the smoke is drifting into his lungs, but there is no way in hell he is leaving Marinette in a burning building to die. No fucking way.

“Chat! Get out of here,” Ladybug screams, her voice immersing with the flames. He can barely hear her, but her firm eyes are enough to convey the message. “Marinette is fine. I swear.”

“You saw her?”

“Yes,” she says with so much confidence he believes her. He’d believe anything Ladybug tells him. He may not quite love her like he used to (although there is always a special place in his heart just for her), she’s his confidant, his 2AM, his go-to. She’s his girl, his man, his everything in-between. Partners. Best friends, even. His faith and trust in her was beyond his own comprehension sometimes. Ladybug nods at the child in her arms and carefully places him in Chat’s. “Take him out of here, okay? He needs oxygen. I’m going to scope around for anymore civilians, and I’ll be out in a jiff.”

He coughs when smoke swirls into his lungs, wincing in the heat of the fire. “Aye aye, Captain. You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ve got luck on my side,” she smirks faintly and, before he has time to take count, disappears into the smoke.

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The Bait

This was written for @jessica-bones-winchester ‘s Dating Dean Writing Challenge. The prompt was ‘dressing up as an anime character for his birthday.’ And I have to admit, I really enjoyed this one…. 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,157

Smut. There is smut. Reader dresses as Sailor Mars (from Sailor Moon) for Dean’s birthday. Yeah. (Did I mention there’s smut?)

Also the Sailor Mars fan art is by Leandro Franci on Deviant Art  http://lenadrofranci.deviantart.com/art/Sailor-Mars-201214685

You smile to yourself, smoothing your hands over the costume hidden in the trunk in the corner of your room. This plan will either kill you by breaking your heart, or – well, it may kill you either way, but there are worse ways to die.

Because if – if – Dean is actually hiding his attraction to you, like you suspect, he won’t be able to resist the bait. If not – well, then, you’ve humiliated yourself to the point of no return, and you’ll have to leave. But the truth is, it has come to that. Either you let him know how you feel, and hopefully find out that he feels the same, or you’ll have to leave anyway. Because it’s been tearing you apart.

The Winchester boys have been a part of your life for some time now. You’ve shared hunts, laughter, victory and defeat with them. You’ve joined Sam in making fun of Dean’s love of Asian cartoon porn.

And that’s why, in that trunk, lies the centerpiece of your little plan of seduction.

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Legion

I watched the premiere of this from FX tonight. If you’re unfamiliar with the material, Legion is an extremely powerful mutant from the Marvel X-Men universe—a mutant who is also mentally ill. He first appeared in The New Mutants and was created by Chris Claremont and Bill Sienkiewicz. The cast includes Dan Stevens, Aubrey Plaza, Rachel Keller, Jean Smart, and Bill Irwin. The show was created by, executive produced, and written by Noah Hawley, who also worked on Fargo, Bones, and The Unusuals among other things. One of the best things about the show is the music!

It’s in-bloody-credible. I can’t wait for more. Find this.

“… while bone allowed the complexification of the animal phylum to which we, as vertebrates, belong, it never forgot its mineral origins: it is the living material that most easily petrifies, that most readily crosses the threshold back into the world of rocks. for that reason, much of the geological record is written with fossil bone…“

- manuel de landa, a thousand years of nonlinear history

Imagine: Bones finding out that you suffer from kidney stones, the hard way.

Pairing: Bones x reader

A/N: This was written for my girl @castielohcastiel and those stupid kidney stones and I thought she deserved a fic! 

Warnings: kidney stones pain, fluff, protective!bones, bones feels, language

Tags will be down below! 


From the moment you woke up for your shift and you felt that uncomfortable feeling in your back and side, you knew there could only be one possible conclusion. Damn kidney stones. You threw head back on your pillow wishing in the back of your mind that it was your day off today, so the pain could go away on its own and you would pass a kidney stone. 

You had to get up eventually or you would be late to work which is not what you wanted by any stretch of the imagination. You quickly threw on your uniform and skipped out on breakfast and headed straight down to the Med Bay. You hoped it would be a quiet and peaceful day, and that you could hide from everyone in your office. 

Though, it was just the opposite when you got down in the Med Bay, it was crazy busy with only more patients coming in by the passing minute. You let out a deep sigh and got to a station and started accepting patients. After things slow down everyone in the Med Bay was able to meet up and catch their breath. 

Your pain did not subside at all, you actually thought it was progressively getting worse. Leonard was able to see you for the first time, and he didn’t think you looked too hot. You were slightly bent over and you were holding onto your side.  He came up behind you and asked if you could talk in his office. You nodded your head yes and you followed him in there and he closed the door behind you and you asked if there was a problem. 

He proceeded to ask you if you were alright and added quickly that there wasn’t any problem it’s just that he doesn’t like how you’re looking. He thought you looked paler than usual. He was going all doctor on you. He even asked you when you’re last menstrual cycle last was, thinking it could be that.  

Before you could say anything your legs fell beneath you and you almost fell to the floor. Luckily Bones caught you in time and made you sit down. “If you say you are fine so help me Y/N. There is obviously something wrong with you so get talking.” Bones said kneeling down in front of where you sat. 

You let out a sigh and you pointed to your right side. “I think I am passing a kidney stone.” You muttered as another spasm of pain was seeping through your lower back and into your side, causing you to moan and groan. Bones raised an eye brow and asked that it was definitely kidney stones? 

You nodded your head yes and added that you suffered them since you were a teenager. Bones shook his head annoyed and then he stood up. “My God woman! I thought we got rid of kidney stones decades ago!” Bones exclaimed frustrated knowing there was not he could do for you when it came to that. 

“Well, one thing is for damn sure. You are not lifting another finger until you pass that damn stone.” Bones said, pacing his office back and forth, and he brought his hand up to his lips, when he’s nervous or stressed. “I would feel better if you had you down here with me, so I can ensure you’re resting.” Bones said rubbing the tips of his fingertips together. 

You let out a little groan in pain, you were completely leaned over in your seat. “Let’s find you a bed.” Bones said shooting his head down at you.You shook your head at first. Bones raised one eyebrow and then you pointed at a the nearby trash can laying around. Bones handed that to you, and you gagged once and then started to throw up. 

Bones held any hair that was in your face and rubbed circles in your back and told you to get it all up. You stopped after a little while and Bones asked if you were good and you gave him a half reassuring nod. 

 Bones helped you up and the pain must have been too much for you because you were hit with another dizzy spell and nearly fainted into Leonard’s arms. “Dammit!” Bones cursed to himself sweeping his hands underneath his legs. He carried you out of his office and right over to the closet bed. 

 Bones laid you down on the bed and quickly went to work and quickly stuck a hypo in your before you could full react. You started to sit up a little bit and Bones handed you a glass of water and coaxed you to drink some. You handed the glass back to him and you started to lay down when you felt the affects of the hypo. 

 But before you went out you thanked Bones for taking care of you. “This is the least I can do. I just wish I didn’t find out this way, darling.” Bones said after checking your levels and sending Kirk a quick message, clearing you from all types of duties for the day. 

“I really appreciate all that you do for me, Leo.” You said trying to suppress a yawn. “Get some rest, Y/N. You’re gonna need it.” Bones stroking strands of your hair behind of ear. “Okay. I love you, Lee.” You mumbled, shutting your eyes. “Love you too, cupcake.” Leonard said leaning in and pecking a kiss on your forehead. 

The End! 

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When working with teeny, tiny bones, the worst thing imaginable is losing track of which jaw belongs with which skull. For this reason, a specimen number is written on every bone possible. This means a lot of incredibly delicate work for some of UMMZ’s volunteers, who use a steady hand, a very thin pen, and some excellent penmanship to keep every bone sorted properly.

This Tawny Owl (Strix aluco) must have been difficult to label. Just look at those skull sections! Some of the surfaces aren’t much wider than a needle.

Photo credit: Mary Margaret Ferraro

Tess, Tess, Tessa.

Was there ever a more beautiful sound than your name? To speak it aloud makes my heart ring like a bell. Strange to imagine that, isn’t it – a heart ringing – but when you touch me that is what it is like: as if my heart is ringing in my chest and the sound shivers down my veins and splinters my bones with joy.

Why have I written these words in this book? Because of you. You taught me to love this book where I had scorned it. When I read it for the second time, with an open mind and heart, I felt the most complete despair and envy of Sydney Carton. Yes, Sydney, for even if he had no hope that the woman he loved would love him, at least he could tell her of his love. At least he could do something to prove his passion, even if that thing was to die.

I would have chosen death for a chance to tell you the truth, Tessa, if I could have been assured that death would be my own. And that is why I envied Sydney, for he was free.

And now at last I am free, and I can finally tell you, without fear of danger to you, all that I feel in my heart.

You are not the last dream of my soul.

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

With hope at least,
Will Herondale

—  Will Herondale’s letter to Tessa Gray via Clockwork Prince