#I miss you auntie

[youchangedmedestiel]

The tenth chapter of my first long AU fic is now posted on AO3.

Read the 10th chapter here!

I’ve never done that before and for the ambiance I thought about which one could be played (I have 4 songs for now). I’m thinking about doing this on Spotify, even though I don’t really use Spotify, so if you have any advice I’ll take those willingly.

Summary: THEN: Dean got closer to Cas and Cas was the one who initiated the thing. So, it's a win. Charlie asked him if he was in love with Cas.

NOW: Dean and love is a complicated thing. He is not used to say that word concerning people, but he loves pies though. He might be heading that way for Cas too.

The tags: Alternate Universe ; Summer Vacation ; Summer Love ; Feelings ; Pining ; Pining Dean Winchester ; Possibly Unrequited Love ; Fluff ; Light Angst ; Dean Winchester Has Self-Esteem Issues ; Beach Holidays ; Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester Friendship ; POV Dean Winchester ; Other Additional Tags to Be Added ; Attempt at Humor ; Alternate Universe - summer holidays ; Poker : Football | Soccer ; Humour ; but like dean's humour ; well kind of mine since I'm writing it so don't judge please : Self-Esteem Issues ; Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel ; Dean Winchester Has Feelings For Castiel ; Jealous Dean Winchester ; Dean Winchester Dreams about Castiel ; Texting ; Trampolines ; Thunder and Lightning

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No teen farewell is complete without embarrassment.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[lady-phasma]

I know I don't owe anyone an explanation, but I felt like I wanted to let folks know if you were waiting on a post or a fic or an answer to an ask that I am working on my mental health and battling through some depression and can't write at the moment.

Things are looking up and gradually getting better, so maybe there's more writing/gif making in the near future. I am currently hyperfixating on interview with the vampire and reading Vampire Chronicles books that I have never read before starting with Prince Lestat. (I've never read the last three.)

[merakiui]

fwb scara........ modern college au,,, the two of you are paired up for the semester project, so at first you're only meeting for the sake of the coursework. scara would rather do it alone but, seeing as that's not an option, he deigns to trudge through this project with you in the best way he can. despite how bitter and annoying he can be at times, he is quite intelligent. he's just an ass about it. T_T he gripes and groans, but he (begrudgingly) pulls his weight.

you and scara aren't very academically compatible. where he prefers to work alone and without distraction, you procrastinate and party, claiming that these things help "boost your morale." you think scara doesn't have many friends here, but in his mind he's not going to uni to make friends. he's here to get his degree and graduate. yet somehow, for some strange reason, scara (who normally never budges and has no reason to budge for a classmate he hardly knows) allows you to talk him into going to a party.

there has to be some sort of post-nut clarity but for the aftermath of a grueling study session. there's no way he was so exhausted from working on the project that he willingly agreed to accompany you to this upcoming party. orz he must be losing his mind.

and he is because he hooks up with you at that party.

scara can't even blame it on liquid courage. neither can you, even if the both of you were just a little buzzed. perhaps it was the atmosphere? perhaps it was stress? he thinks so because, oddly enough, he feels so peaceful after the fact. as if all it took was a round of sex to momentarily numb the troubles brought on by a group project. weirdly, he doesn't regret it.

scara can't do love. even though he may occasionally contemplate how wonderful it must be, it's a troublesome thing. to love would mean to trust. to be vulnerable. to be open and honest. and not just with himself and his own feelings, but with another person as well. things scara is so unaccustomed to doing and being. but this... this is good. this is just physical. no pesky emotional attachments like love. just lust. just sex. he can do that. besides, once this project is over and the two of you go your separate ways, you'll never have any reasons to continue to meet up. this arrangement might be over by then. who can really say?

but you're both in agreement. managing the stress of this project by having sex... genius. it's great because he doesn't have to commit to anything or open any wounds. none of this means anything. he can fuck stress, annoyance, sadness, and more away. <3

so then why, months into the arrangement and on the cusp of finals, is he feeling much more than he intended? why does he feel so annoyed when you go out to parties without him or when you bring that irritating guy (ajax) along? why does he, who claimed that this was only ever loveless and physical, want it to be more than that? in spite of everything, scara hopes for the one thing he fears.

and he's not used to it.

[armorguard]

(yo! BELOBOG SWEEP. also auntie gonna auntie~)

"Bronya!"

Serval strolls into the Supreme Guardian's office with a smile and wave, her striking clothing and makeup a stark contrast to the solemn politicians and Architects huddled around their stacks of paperwork.

Her sudden appearance stirs up a storm of glances and whispers, many curiously pondering her relation to the Landaus, why she continued to let her engineering talents languish for that "noisy" music, or her boldness in being so casual with the Lady Guardian.

But Serval was used to gossip (heck, she was itching to know some of the drama around here herself!), and she's known Little Bronya since the girl was too small to even see over the Guardian's desk. How could she not treat her like family?

She takes in the sight of Bronya behind said desk, and briefly sees the shadow of another woman there.

...Family.

Serval thought that about the previous guardian too, once.

"Not working yourself to death, are you? I'd warn about gray hairs, but," She chuckles, giving Bronya's perfectly curled ringlets a pointed look. "Well."

Bronya flinches when she hears her name called from across the room, the treble all sorts of vibrating and electric. The Qlipoth Fort does not usually go a decibel above the din of pens scratching paper and drawers being slid open and shut, and a long night meant she had grown rather sensitive to sounds. But a glance through tall stacks of permits and notarized documents shows her that, well, her visitor can't help but make some noise.

She rises from her chair—apparently for the first time in a long time, given how it makes her quietly groan—and approaches Serval with a weary, but sincere, smile. The opportunity for them to meet is rare, especially with the Supreme Guardian's work keeping her in a state of chronic unavailability, and so Bronya revels in the sight of her. The workers that scurry about the fort do not share in her enthusiasm, but they must understand: family is family, and Serval is just about the closest thing Bronya has left.

"Serval! Please, don't trouble yourself too much," Bronya reassures, flicking a glance back at her cluttered desk, "this is just about the average amount of paperwork we have to process in a given day. It won't kill anyone here." And certainly not me, she almost adds, but she feels that the ever-intellectual Serval already knew that.

At the older woman's comment, she almost giggles—this was exactly the type of remark that amuses her—before quickly stifling it with a cough. Though she will gladly take the time to speak with Serval, it would still not do for her to be so openly boisterous. Not during work hours, when noise was lethal. 

"...Anyways." she says awkwardly, "Was there anything you needed, or did you just want to say hello?"

Not that Bronya minded a visit but… Serval probably already knew that.

[ranger-kellyn]

team star's boss battle music is actually so fucking good???? hello??????

[stabbyfoxandrew]

also, i forgot to order a bday cake for my cat and her bday is on thursday and :((

[girlivealwaysbean]

my best friend's MOTHER called me to scold me about being depressed and self isolating lol what has life even come to

[bunny-n3zuk0]

Yume!! First off, hi!! It’s been so longggg 😭

I miss you girl! Come talk to me if you need wanna 🩷

Second off, did you ever have to run a mile for a class? Just asking because some of my irl non-American friends didn’t know that lmao

No, I don’t think so.

I hate running, my right hip starts to hurt if I run too much.

Ok- story time with auntie Yume; In elementary, my p.e teacher would make the whole class run/jog around the gym for a certain time and you were allowed to walk, but you had to run/jog and one day she asked why i wasn’t running and I told her it was because my hip hurt because I ran too much and she told me my hip was hurting because I wasn’t running enough. Excuse me? What kind of logic is that? I know damn well my hip was hurting because I ran too much. On a side note, when I run my hip hasn’t recently started to hurt after i run for a while.

[fraylin]

Struggling with fictive identity feels doubly worse when the body is under the weather.

As if my identity problems were not already often agonizing to the point of physicality, now I have to deal with feeling even less like a human being and more like a person-shaped mass of malaise?

Setting down the burden of being Aidel Rayarvol-Spillbaum, of this new identity I have tried to build (much less of being in any way connected to my source) feels less like I am shedding a heavy baggage and more like I am shedding the weight of body parts.

Although...I suppose, out of the entire system, only I would word things in such a melodramatic manner as that, to say nothing of the fact that I am really the only one of us who fusses about capitalizing the initial letters of sentences in informal communications.

All the same, what a lousy birthday.

[marymekpop]

⟢ highlight of the hour: my perfect stranger [7/16] ⟣

priceless

[blujayonthewing]

the problem with my (honorary) niblings is that their parents have all landed solidly on calling me 'auntie jay', and I don't like it, but I can't even course correct because 'aunt jay' doesn't have good flow so I also don't like that

[lumpofcohle]

*nervous laughter* hoo boy, it's 7am and i'm not sleepy yet and that usually only happens when i either get moderna or have covid

[robotpussy]

that was my first funeral. and i cried. alot