#it should already be in your calander

[shmowder]

I'm in such a Valentine's Day mood despite it being so far away so here's this

Daniil

Claims he doesn't care for frivolous events, too busy for it. Definitely doesn't have it marked on his office calander or anything. You're just imagining things.

He already picked a gift months in advance. Stopping at the window of a store when an item on display caught his eyes, how you were the first person which came to his mind. The jingle of the bell announcing the shopdoor opening as he stepped inside, swallowing the steep price of this purchase, asking for it to be gift wrapped, safekeeping it inside a locked drawer in his desk.

Quietly leaving it atop your bedside table just before he leaves for work, a letter neatly tucked beside it with his initials at the bottom.

-

Vlad the younger

Everyone likes flowers. It's statically plausible that a bouquet would get him into your good graces. Or should he risk it with a more personalised gift that may backfire?

Like everything else in his life, he weighs the cons and pros of every gift with the same meticulousness as one would dealing in the stocks market. He doesn't mean to come off as detached from the whole romantic aspect, Vlad just happens to see its value through a different perspective. It's a special day for sure, but not for the reason most people assume so.

It's a test of trust, of devotion, and showing the other where your priorities lay. An investment of love, plain and simple, it just happened to come with a pink dresscode and a red heart theme. But at its core, it is still an opportunity that he'll shamelessly take advantage of. All is fair in love and war. Now, which gift would reap him the best benefits when it comes to sowing his affection into your heart?

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Asmodeus' trip to the human world

(Takes place in the same universe as the Tired Dad!Lucifer AU, so there are things in here that will be disproven by canon. For now we just roll with it)

All the devil kings were in their late teens, so Lucifer had a bit less to worry about. They were able to take care of their countries without Lucifer calling them every hour to make sure they don't start a war. Lucifer had a tiring day at the hospital, as always, and he layed down on the bed exhausted. Gamigin (who was Morax's substitute since Morax got way too injured trying to save another demon) went up to Lucifer with a bunch of papers in his hands. He was a bit nervous since it was the first time Gamigin was directly asked by Lucifer to be his assistent.

Gamigin: Your Majesty Lucifer, today is an important day in Hell. Have you gotten his majesty Asmodeus a gift for his birthday?

Lucifer glared at him confused and tired. He groaned and got up from his bed to check the calander

Lucifer: I made you my assistent because I thought you were an inteligent creature inspite of your dragonic origins. Do you seriously think I would forget one of my... business partner's date of birth? Do you even know who I am?! Look! Asmodeus' birthday is on the 5th of November! And today is... the... 5th...

Lucifer stared at the calendar for a few minutes, unmoving. Gamigin was worried that Lucifer got psychic damage from the revalation, so he stroked Lucifer's sholder. Lucifer turned to him and glared at the intern assistent.

Lucifer: If you value your life even a smidge, you won't speak of this incident for the rest of your meaningless existence.

Gamigin nodded and Lucifer sighed pacing in his office. Lucifer grabbed his phone and called Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: Lucifer, you never call me, what happened?

Lucifer: ...happy birthday

Asmodeus: Hahaha did you really call me just to wish me a happy birthday?

Lucifer: yes, you should be grateful, you and Belphegor are the only ones who's I have marked on my calendar.

Asmodeus: I feel honored, Luci

Lucifer: Never call me that again

Asmodeus: You know, I actually wanted to call you as well. There's something only you can do, and I think it's selfish not to share, especially since you don't use that power that often.

Lucifer: I'm never giving you or Beelzebub any more drugs.

Asmodeus: No no, not that, Beelzebub has a new plug. I was talking about your ability to go to the human world. I wanna go meet some hot human bitches and twinks. Get my dick wet a tad.

Lucifer: No. Never. No demons in the human world.

Asmodeus: Oh come on, it's my birthday! How come you can go on Earth and gowk at some human ass, but when I want to do it, it's illegal?

Lucifer: Don't you dare bring Catalina into this!

As Gamigin heard the two argue on the phone, he tapped Lucifer sholder.

Lucifer: What?!

Gamigin: How about you go visit his majesty Asmodeus at his palace and have a talk there? It would be more democratic.

Lucifer: ...Gamigin, this is an absolutist monarchy, there is no democracy, you do what I tell you to do.

Asmodeus: Wait... Gamigin? My man, where have you been? I haven't seen you since that one orgy in december. We should totally meet one of these days.

Lucifer: You two know eachother? Doesn't matter. Asmodeus, make sure your wearing clothes. I'm teleporting in your apartment in negative five minutes.

Gamigin had already drawn Asmodeus' pentagram on the floor that transported Lucifer and him to the lust kings office. It was dark with red LED lights illuminating the borderline sex dungeon. Asmodeus was wearing a thong and nothing else. There were a few demons having a messy orgy in one of the corners, a lady in a full latex suit domminating a tied up woman in another and three buff men stripping. Lucifer had grown used to Asmodeus' prefrences when it came to assistents, but Gamigin, even as a fully grown demon, still felt flustered by the lewd displays.

Asmodeus: Welcome back to Abbanon, Lucifer!

Lucifer: Why in your office? Do they not have rooms?

Lucifer cringed when he stepped in a sticky white liquid that looked more like a puddle than anything.

Asmodeus: If they're at home, I can't watch them. I have great multi-attention skills. Fucking your assistents as a king is abuse of power, but making them fuck eachother in front of you isn't.

Lucifer: It still is.

Asmodeus: Not in Abbanon, it isn't.

Gamigin: Does Abbanon have laws?

Asmodeus: People over 18 aren't allowed to have sex with people under 18, but people under 18 can fuck eachother if they want. If you fuck a corpse or an animal, wear a condom so you won't get a nasty infection (Paradise Lost stopped taking in petiants from Abbanon that got injured due to sex, fuck you Lucifer for that one). We don't kink shame and we don't force people into sex... we drug them into being ok with it.

Lucifer: I don't care about your degenarate country's laws, I want to destow opon you a present of your choosing.

Before Asmodeus could even ask for human world access, Lucifer denied it.

Asmodeus: What do you have against me in particular? I mean, you're nice to Belphegor and Leviathan, but the moment I ask something of you, you turn your nose away?

Lucifer: I like Leviathan and Belphegor because they don't ask for anything. You were a very demanding child to raise and I hold nothing but contempt for you and Beelzebub. You two are so gross and unsanitary all the time, before I stopped admiting your succubi in the emergiancy room, it was filled with just yeast infections, UTIs, STDs, mutilation, anal bleeding. It didn't help that during all the operations to cure them, they were constantly moaning. You know I have to restrain one of my best healers cause he gets horny and aggressive swiftly, I don't want your obsecene incubi making it harder for him.

Asmodeus: You, Lucifer, act all high and mighty just because you were the first. But the same God that made you, made me as well. Lust is as much a part of nature as any virtue. One would think you knew that from how you were with Catalina.

Lucifer: That has nothing to do with you.

Asmodeus: Just let me finish, jeez. You learned something from your encounter with her, with humanity. If you want me to change, maybe you should let me experience the wider world, not just the one we made for ourselves down here. Please, let me do this. Trust me, one month in the human world and I'll come back a changed person. I promise you... and unlike you, I cannot lie.

Lucifer stared at Asmodeus' desprate face when he heard that. He sighed and remembered that he acted the same when he was Asmodeus' age. He walks closer to Asmodeus, glaring him down. When he's right next to him, he puts a hand over his sholder ackwardly before taking it back and murmurs.

Lucifer: One month. No more, no less.

Asmodeus: One month. And then I'll just do it myself like wiith the drugs.

Lucifer: And this is why you can't have nice things. Also, you owe me big time for this one.

Asmodeus: Got it!

Once Lucifer left, Asmodeus was extatic and deeply kissed one of the male strippers. He needed to take his excitment out somehow.

[the-mspfa-200-favourites-project]

TOWERTRAPPED

As the notes section of the first page of this comic says, “it’s about a fan species!” Which…we haven’t had before, not counting Fortuna because that’s not really a Sburbventure, have we?

This one has a very good, strong, atmospheric start, with a planet that apparently a species left behind. But don’t you worry, once we teleport over to our main protagonist, it’s the same old formulaic sburbventure we all know and tolerate! What I’m saying is, I don’t really like the writing style? I don’t think I’ve ever brought up writing style, but like…where’s the pizzaz in things? Where’s the moxy? Where’s the fun times? Why should I care about this character in particular? That’s all the things that you should be asking yourself when you’re writing a SBURBVENTURE.

Okay, also, as previous mentioned in Fortuna, I don’t…really like worldbuilding in Sci Fi for alien species? Like, in this fanadventure, they basically just. Give you this entire long rant about how the time system on the planet works, and how the Calander works, and all that. Which might be fascinating to some, but personally, I think these details would be saved for later on in the comic, after I’ve been given a reason to care about this world and might want to learn more. Like, when the alien worldbuilding comes around in Homestuck, we’ve already been introduced to like, our core cast of characters and been given a reason to care about them, AND we’ve been introduced to the idea there already ARE aliens. If you are going to worldbuild, it’s going to take a lot to make a convincing, easily understandable story, and I will have more to say about how to properly make worldbuilding a part of your story later on when we get to THE TAPESTRY (my beloved). But that’s all I have to say about this fanadventure, quite honestly.

[ravens-inquisition]

SESSION 5

V. Log Entry MCDLXII - Fated Festivities & Mournful Hearts

A tattered journal withered by the elements bearing several etchings ranging from fingerprints, signatures and childish drawings on its cover. The markings are evidently made by other people's contribution. One cannot but admire how the journal has survived the test of time.

"If we cannot find delight inspite of our misery then we are already defeated by it."

Madam Kyra has graced us with sincere hospitality, inviting us to share in the joy of celebration. She bears much resemblance of my past in responsibility, thrust upon the mantle of leadership at a young age. With all uplifted hearts beating within the camp, she has shown to be far greater than I at her age.

Violet and Pike's absence was of concern. To what grim undertakings the former relished I can only place faith in the latter's sense of duty to watch over her.

Frank's mind appear a darken cloud in desperate need of parting. I would but compel the heavens to break to soothe his ever militant downpour in exchange for joyous sunlight. Omen and Caland hastened such endeavour, convincing Frank to lay down his vigilance with disguises of their own. Perhaps such theatric display eased the man into a celebratory mood.

Little sister, forgive me for having lacked the power that could have granted you ever more breath in this world. For a sight of beating hearts dancing and singing such as this would have delighted you with no end.

The moonlit night graced a memory forever cherished when a Vistana lady invited myself to a dance. Hesitancy was my gesture. Insistence was hers.

I but wonder for a brief moment if I could ever again trust in Caland, Omen, and Frank. For they did not save me from her pursuit. Perhaps I should count my blessings that this was not life or death.

Dancing was never my forté, yet her enchanting presence coaxed skill I never knew I had. In unison was our hearts ignited, in passion was our feet in harmony, in endearing affection was my heart captivated.

So is the fate of all waning moons, to end after the crescendo of the night. Exhaustion overtook me as the embers of our dance flickered away.

Anabelle was the name of the enchanting beauty, and a cloak of intricate folktales inscribed was her gift. Her last parting words was forever a remembrance that whosoever I shall dance with in the future, she herself will remain ever more gifted. After countless years of dancing with death, I am forever grateful for having danced with life.

Caland's peerless skills could hurl a thunderbolt, for how else could one ever evoke such energy within the crowd. In ceaseless attempt he goaded Frank's inner vigour. In open arms do we find ourselves in the embrace of such warmth. To our resident bard do we owe our musical comforts tonight.

Omen's persistence was admirable beyond any doubt. No amount of pain or agony could have stayed his hand from inviting Sergei to a dance. While formality remained Omen's canvas, Sergei's whimsical paint coloured such with brushes of informality.

Frank's agitation seeped throughout the theatric vein of the night. I overheard Kyra's reading placed greater doubt in the man. To balance such annoyance, Frank leveraged skill to illustrate his worth. Despite Omen's prior reluctance, Frank silenced such doubts. For he left many pictures in frames within the hearts of those huddled in tears that night.

--

Omen was ever a barren drought absent of rain, yet a night such as this caused much downpour. A tale of his own mother's sacrifice weighing in sustaining life-- reminded me much of your teachings and scriptures, Master of Scales. For a man of silence could evoke such solemn contemplation within the hearts of many.

Violet and Pike's presence returned in beckoning shadows. Bathed in crimson was Violet's attire mirroring much of her unceasing grim smile, absent of conscience to weigh down the curve of her lips. Blood… Upon her lips. A sight not unfamiliar by these eyes. What madness lies behind the corpse maker?

Pike's ever stoic mannerism is one I would place trust on. Entreating the culture of our hosts, I brought him unto a semblance of understanding that to grace bloodshed and death unto their camp is to defile their way of life. Pike initiative could rival the rising tides, for he immediately covered Violet's presence with his imposing physique. Caland's arcane ways struck my thoughts and I beseeched his aid discreetly. One that proved fruitful with his return onto the fire.

Omen's abrupt departure from the festivities concerned me. Following his steps led me to a path of understanding the assassin deeply. There was a bridge of mutual ground awaiting to be travelled as he inquired about rumours of cannibalism.

Ol' Broken Hand, I am reminded of your sacrifice. The cruelty of you casting the dilemma upon a younger man unfit to even stand. What feverish thoughts gripped you with such intensity? You did not even grace us with honoring you a peaceful death. No… You forced us to endure pain of consuming a beloved brethren. Alive. Yet breathing. As strands of your flesh ripped apart… To elevate pain and agony above all else. Even now I hear your howls of euphoric rapture praising that name again and again… Loviatar. Loviatar. Loviatar.

--

… But I digress. Omen revealed much of his hardships. Desperation and starvation were not strangers etched in his past. For the misplaced blame towards Sergei was less to do with the man but more of what he represented. Yet leveraged in the balance was affection for the man. Omen professed otherwise and whilst perhaps he speaks true, there is much uncertainty and reluctance reflected behind those eyes. Yet above all we confided truths meant to be concealed from the prying gaze of the world. He… longed for home. For one who has never possessed such, I share in such sentimentality. I do not know what this home looks like for Omen, but nothing would make me prouder than to witness it firsthand once its within his grasp.

My thoughts stretch to Pike whose sudden acts to kneel in the past towards nobility unfamiliar even to him compelled my disapproval. But perhaps Omen's words of all of us being lost harboured truths. Pike longed for purpose in life and when presented with such he lunged at the opportunity. How could I ever disapprove of a man looking for home? There is much I've yet gleaned in the lives of others. Violet with her unending obsession with death, Frank a former toymaker exchanging creation for destruction, Caland a man of freedom bound to knightly oaths.

How am I suppose to elevate and lead humanity if I've never been a part of it? I stand a fool ill-equipped to save my brethren if I cannot offer a future nor purpose beyond the breaking of our chains. Perhaps if all of this is over and I am able to count myself amongst Strahd's court-- I may learn from a man of vision.

--

Breaking free of habits can present itself to be a greater challenge than chains. I found myself making the rounds ensuring all was safe no different than when I was still amongst my enslaved brethren. Caland's exhaustion is without equal and he yet speaks in his slumber, "To see the sun another day". Frank insisted on being left by himself in his own tent, but a man alone in chambers of his own thoughts would find no end to his sleep after a night such as this, at best I could only offer the warmth of a bottle to ease his journey to the realm of dreams.

Directing Sergei towards Omen was a pragmatic decision, such display of healing prowess earlier may ease Omen's wounds throughout the night. But I cannot feign that it was my only intent.

Violet's surprisingly docile when she has feasted upon a meal suiting her diet, though I find it distressing that she sleeps with her eyes open. She has much to explain tomorrow but for tonight I opted not to disturb her.

Pike remains ever vigilant with weighted armor and I knew more than anyone that I would not be able to persuade him to rest similarly to the rest of us. At best I offered words of reassurance and hope for him to one day be beyond a simple sentinel and count himself amongst those he tenderly guards.

It dawned upon me that I have been bereft of sleep, and now exhaustion beckons me to dreams. I shall acquit myself of this journal for the night.

"Keep the fire of life burning."

[awellboiledicicle]

I also keep imagining the like. Family traditions on top of cultural traditions influencing what gifts they give their partner.

Like the more rural people are very focused on the whole "providing evidence that I can help provide for us and shelter us" thing. People from the big cities are probably more about flaunting their wealth and status that could be yours.

So Nai'o and Kenyatta, for example would have approached courting from wildly different levels and Nai'o just has a bunch of nice things in his room that he swears Auni to secrecy about. Kenyatta has obtained more veggies than Nai'o should probably have given away. Eshe knows and is mortified. Kenli thinks its sweet.

Jel probably has seven layers of "if I don't give gifts that reflect my family I'm not worthy of bringing someone into it". Likewise he's well aware a lot of practical skills outside crafting garments are beyond him.

Hassain has a calander once he processes that he's feeling these things again. And that the feelings might be returned. Theres furs, theres dried fish and fresh forage. Theres bags of seeds and whittled combs and a good skinning knife. He even buckles down and forges a cooking knife for them. He goes through ten versions before he's happy with it. Each gift is given at different times of day, on specific days, leading up to Courting Season proper. This is complicated if he's courting a human, because dragon knows where they're at most the time. But every gift the other person accepts makes him anxious they won't take the next entirely because he's dangerously happy they took the previous.

Tish has been working on a intricately carved bedroom set for the last 5 years. In preparation for whenever/if ever she wants to be with someone. There are fancy inlays on the wardrobe and scrollwork on the headboard. He bedside table has a depressed notch sized for a lantern so you dont knock it over when reading by candle light. Theres a chest of drawers with secret compartments for jewlery.

Hodari would be a year behind when he realizes he wants this. Because he'd have to emotionally process his feelings about his late wife and make sure his daughter was okay with a new addition vs someone just keeping him company. But then its robustly practical gifts. Ore and tools and the odd gemstone that he thinks they'll like. Its not a glamorous life he can offer but it could be a happy one.

Reth has about five panic attacks about it. Because getting involved with him is already a dicey proposition, let alone being serious enough to start Courting officially over it. Sure he can flirt and have flings, but that's not settling down levels. That's not "I'm trying myself to you forever" level. Not to mention traditionally he should be making them things. Furniture and utensils and decorations for a home he's promising them. And he's well aware hes shit at traditional things. Hes also deeply convinced he cant just give food because he already gives them food. But he cant afford to buy other gifts and short of begging Tish for help he can't make something... what ends up happening is he shows up with flowers and asks if that can be enough, if you'll take him.

Jina is mortified. Not because she doesn't want a relationship-- she does, very badly by the time she considers Courting Season at all--but because she's on a research expedition. She literally has nothing on her to give. This stress ends up resulting in Hekla sending dozens of humans on scavenger hunts to get her things. Because Hekla doesnt lime Jina stressed. Jina is promptly scandalized to hell and back.

I imagine poly situations are similar to an extent-- the goal is to at least befriend/get along with the other partner(s) of your initial interest. A fully fluid polycule situation vs a hinge is preferred for social cohesion but it's up to the situation.

The pins are essentially "we're committed and care for one another". Going steady v engagement, I'd imagine. I havent gotten to the pin talk in game yet so I'm spitballing.

Thoughts

Me: (taking a break at work)

My brain: What if the majiri have mating seasons. It's just another cycle thing about them.

Me: why

My brain: imagine the weeks beforehand are customarily for courting and anything outside of that is considered just kinda flirting. But if someone gives you stuff in that time it's basically saying "I very much want to be serious about this". And the actual season is mostly understood to be for weddings, spending time together, and trying to have kids if you want them.

Me: I have been zoned out for five mins pls I have paperwork

My brain: I imagine Hassain would have like five layers of traditional gifts to give. Hesitantly, because being serious is scary after... well. Reth meanwhile is pretty sure giving food wont cut it, because he always gives food. He's begging Jel and Tish to help him. Jel meanwhile is convinced that if he doesnt make a good enough house outfit his prospective partner will leave in disgust. Tish has spent three months on a bedroom set. There's carvings on all the wood. Hodari wouldn't want to admit to himself that he's been squirreling away an array of gemstones; he wants to give them to someone special but its Complicated.

Me: pls I need to scan

My brain: no, only fanfic plotting

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

Word of the day {4}

Oneshot summary: You’re left alone with Cas when Sam and Dean leaves the bunker for a case. Meanwhile you don’t only learn that Cas has hidden an injury since the last hunt, you also learn quite a few things about angels and their wings.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot

Word count; 4.4k

Warnings; suggestive themes, wing!kink, teasing,

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

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"Hey Y/N!" You heard Dean shout your name and you raised your head from the computer.

"Yeah?" As soon as your gaze flickered from the screen. You saw the boys stand at the entrance of the library.

"We're going out for a quick salt and burn", the older Winchester informed you.

"And you didn't invite me?" You saw how Sams eyebrows raised and how he started to form an apology. And as he excused himself and his brother by arguing it 'was just a short trip', you couldn't hold yourself from chuckling and waving your hand for him to stop. "I'm just messing with you. In fact, I think it's good for your brotherhood doing cases on your own".

"I would rather have you with me. You don't snore in the car", Dean muttered as he turned around, patting Sam's chest in the movement before he started heading for the exit. The brunette didn't look after his brother. Instead, he simply rolled his eyes and tilted his head backwards.

"It was only one time", he called back.

"One time that repeats itself?" Was the hunter's response, continuing to walk out. After releasing a heavy sigh, Sam looked at you.

"Are you sure you rather want to spend time with Cas than prince charming over there?" He pointed discreetly over his shoulder, hope lacing his voice.

"Sorry, I'll take the angel duty today", you laughed while shaking your head. You saw him shrug before beginning to say something.

"You should know..."

"Sammy!" Dean's voice rang out again, to which the brunette couldn't but sigh again.

"I'm coming", he answered before waving goodbye to you. You waved back even though he didn't see the gesture when he turned around and walked out of the room.

The bunker became eerily quiet once the Winchesters left, although you didn't mind it. You sat in the library, browsing for cases that were more than salt and burns, which all of you maybe could head out on when the two of them returned. Sadly though, besides the one Sam and Dean already went on, there wasn't much hope in finding anything else. Disappointed, you therefore pushed yourself out of the seat, heading to get something to drink.

While the journey wasn't far from the library to the kitchen, it seemed you got caught in your own head as you didn't notice the angel sitting at the kitchen table. Not until you turned towards the fridge, seeing something in the peripheral, did you realise you hadn't been alone in the kitchen.

"Oh", you spun towards the dark-haired angel already looking at you. "Hi Cas, I didn't think see you there". He smiled and nodded his head in a greeting back. Although, you didn't note the strain as he did it. Instead, you turned around again, opening the fridge and reached for a water bottle.

Not until you had grasped one of them in your grasp and had closed the fridge did you face Cas once again. However, instead of joining him by the table, you decided to simply lean against the countertop.

Whilst taking a swig of the water, you met his blue eyes, though, only for a fraction of a second before he averted his gaze. And it was whilst he kept staring down onto the table you started to feel like something was not right.

"Cas?" One of your eyebrows raised as you tried, and failed, to get his attention. Something was indeed wrong.

Simultaneously as you pushed away from the countertop, you also abandoned your bottle on top of it. And, even if Cas didn't look up, he must have seen you move towards him as he shuffled to sit a bit straighter in his seat. This time you did, however, notice the strain when he moved.

There was a particular stiffness when he now sat with his back straighter than you'd ever seen. Neither did he move, not even the tiniest shift that was usual to anything alive. But these weren't the only things you started to notice.

Usually, Cas kept his clothes and himself in as pristine condition as possible. Now, his clothes seemed to have been lazily thrown somewhere and later put on again. Seeing how wrinkles littered his dress shirt as well as trenchcoat. The state of his hair wasn't better. It was ruffled as if he'd run his hand's through it one too many times.

"Is something wrong?" Upon asking this while sitting down opposite him, you caught how Cas continuously clenched and unclenched his jaw. "I know you can be this awkward around others, but it was a long time since I was one of those", you half-joked, trying to get a reaction out of him. When only your chuckle was heard, you stopped, furrowing your eyebrows at him. Even times he was stressed, he greeted you with a gentle smile, so you only assumed one thing.

"Castiel", his full name made his head shoot up and his gaze to meet yours. "Are you angry at me?"

"No", he gruffly answered.

"Even though you say so, your tone doesn't imply the same thing", you bit back a smile as confusion made his eyebrows draw together. He adverted his gaze once more, but this time it was followed by a deep breath.

"I'm not angry with you, Y/N", his voice supported what he said this time. "It...". He continued, but as soon as his gaze found yours, he stopped.

"What?" You urged him to continue.

"It just hurts". Never do you think you'd shot up from your sea as quickly as you'd done and, in seconds, stood before Cas. You wanted to turn his face side to side to find the injury he was talking about. But right before your hand settled on his cheek, you froze in your movement. 

You didn't know where he was hurt, so you could possibly just make it worse. That was why you settled on looking over him. 

"It is not that important", the angel's voice was soft and his blue eyes gentle as he stared at you while you looked him over. Although the reserved facade could've fooled many, you remarked the tick which entered his jaw when he moved his body to face you.

"It isn't nothing, Cas, I can see that much", when he began standing up, you backed away to give him room. Although conflicted about doing so, seeing the grimace twist his face upon his action. "Please, tell me".

Your angel friend relented and purely that he didn't try to convince you any further spoke volumes of the pain he must be in. "On the last hunt", he began, but you zoned out as soon as those words left him.

The last hunt all of you guys had been on, including Cas, was over a week ago. He hadn't looked to be in pain, but the thought of him being hurt for over a week...

The angel said your name, noticing how your eyes got that faraway look in the. However, you were completely unaware of how your angel friend tried gaining your attention as you continued to scan him for the injury he hadn't shown.

"Y/N!" You stilled, not upon his raised voice but when Cas caught your face between his hands, urging you to concentrate on his face only. And you did when a forced inhale sounded from him. Almost as if the effort of bringing your attention to him by moving was too much. That was why you didn't know whether or not your heart jumped a beat because of this. Or the way his gaze intensely locked with yours.

"It... it's", he began, voice wavering before he closed his eyes and continued. "It's my wings", he opened his eyes again once he said it, witnessing how your eyes grew wide while your mouth opened and closed to find anything to say.

"Oh", the meek sound of your voice made Cas smile, though it was a brief one, and let go of you. "I-I...". You fumbled over your words while taking a step back. You'd never gotten to see his wings, only a glimpse on a hunt a year ago. You won't forget it, the way the shadow of his wings unfolded behind him.

"I-If you want, I can help", while you'd tried mustering up enough courage to ask, Cas had walked, something which looked more like limping, to the entrance of the kitchen. However, you were surprised by how fast he turned around when hearing your voice. Although as soon he did, a pained expression dawned on his face. Running forwards to the angel now leaning heavily on the doorframe, you heard him question you.

"Are you sure?" You felt his gaze on you while placing his arm over your shoulders.

"Of course I am, although I would've preferred if you came and personally asked", you looked up at him, smiling when seeing his baffled expression. "Come one, better get you to your room before you collapse on me", you murmured while turning around, slowly enough for him to follow.

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Why did God make angels so heavy? Even though you knew Cas didn't lean all his weight on you, the further you walked down the bunkers too long corridors at the moment, the more he did. You almost would say it was by sheer luck you nudged open his door with your foot and got him to sit down on the edge of his bed.

"How are you doing?" You didn't know if angels could get sick, most likely not, but with how white his face went, you began doubting the fact.

"I'm fine", pursing your lips, you squatted down in front of him, hand coming to rest on his knee. It made him open his eyes and look down at you.

"What do you want me to do?" You questioned, watching how he took a few deep breaths before once more forcing himself to stand up. Even though supporting him with a hand on his front and another one on his arms. You knew you would do little to catch his fall if he couldn't keep himself upright. That was why you didn't understand why he forced himself to do stand once more.

Not until he gave you a nod to say he could fend for himself, which you doubted but listened to anyway, and instructed you what to do, did you start to piece things together.

"Firstly, close your eyes". Unsurely you nodded, lifting your hand to cover them as Cas had said, however halting when you saw what happened next. He shrugged off his trenchcoat with great effort, tossing it over the chair not far away. Afterwards, he undid the button on his suit jacket and not until he had taken that off as well did his eyes find yours.

"If you're going to get naked, I need a warning". Wide-eyed, you looked at how the angel's tie hung loosely around his neck while the dress-shirt clung to his body as the only layer shielding his skin from your view. A gentle blush covered his cheeks as he shifted the grip on the blazer, changing it from one hand to the other. The move made your eyes flicker down to it and then back to his eyes.

"It's only the top. It makes it less uncomfortable", Cas said bashfully. While nodding, his blazer and tie joined the coat. However, you couldn't pull your eyes away when his fingers expertly opened the buttons on his shirt one after one. When half of his chest was visible, he looked up again, most definitely feeling your eyes still being on him. You noticed his eyebrows raising when he caught you, a smile beginning to play on his lips. "If you don't want to hurt your eyes when I unravel my wings, I suggest you close them".

Wings. Right, just focus on the wings and nothing else. You thought to yourself as you heard but now didn't see him shuffle this time around. Then it became quiet, but it wasn't the silence that suddenly dawned that threw you of, but the light.

Despite your eyes being closed, you raised a hand to cover them when a blinding white beam burned your eyelids. It suddenly felt like the room became warmer, though not an uncomfortable heat. Nevertheless, before you could distinguish what the added temperatures actually felt like, they were gone. Even the light faded. Still, you didn't dare open your eyes, not knowing whether you should if your angel friend hadn't said anything.

But no second light show seemed to take place, concerning the go-ahead you waited for came not soon after.

"You can open them now", you trusted Cas's soft voice and carefully opened your eyes. One last time you repeated the 'don't look at anything but his wings' mantra. But it wasn't hard to accomplish once you saw them.

A gasp escaped you when your eyes settled upon them, almost greedily observing them in. You don't know if you were surprised by their colour or not, but seeing how your first thought when imagining angel wings were 'white', most probably from how books portrayed them, you were surprised when seeing they were black. However, it wasn't an unpleasant surprise. Seeing how they shone in all different kinds of colours, almost as if someone had dipped them in oil and depending on where the light hit, a different hue rippled over them.

"Cas...". Astonishment made you unable to finish the sentence, as you kept watching how his wings moved with every shift he did. It wasn't until you noticed how they began folding behind his back, you met his gaze. "Please don't, they're breathtaking", when you said it, he stopped the movement.

Unsure if he would back away, you tried taking a step closer to test the waters. But once you noticed he didn't distance himself from you, you slowly walked up to him.

Up close, his wings nearly towered over you. Even so, you didn't feel intimidated, only in awe.

"Can I touch them?" It sounded like a plea, but witnessing the marvellous things his wings was you couldn't muster your voice any higher.

"Yes", you didn't need any further affirmation, as you believed he would have said something more if so was the case.

As you reached out, your eyebrows raised the moment your fingers brushed his wings. They were soft, much softer than you would've thought. Still, they weren't delicate. You could feel the giant cord of muscle tensing beneath the feathers and down. And upon feeling how his wings trembled somewhat as he held them up, you remembered you weren't here to simply view his wings.

Quelling your urge to delve your hand farther into the feathers, you retracted your hands, even took a step back to not give in to the temptation.

"Why do they hurt?" Albeit seeing the struggle, now not only in his body but wings as well, you couldn't spot anything that seemed out of order when looking at them. Hence the question.

"After the last hunt, they got damaged, but I was only able to tend to the inside", you nodded, eyes flickering to the joint where his appendages bent and which made them tilt slightly forwards, almost as if you would see the backside. As you did this, you didn't notice how Cas studied you. "You don't need to do this".

Your gaze fell to meet his, noticing the worry swimming in them. "Neither can I watch you be in pain, so tell me what I should do?" A relieved look spread on his face and you held his gaze while he backed towards his bed. Not until he climbed up and sat with his back to you did he advert it. But even if your eye contact had been broken. You saw the pain in his face as he unfolded his wings.

"You need to correct the stray ones while everything that looks abnormal needs to be discarded", upon his voice, you moved to stand directly behind him. That was when you understood why he was in so much pain. His wings touched both sides of the room and in-between the span, you saw crooked feathers, even broken ones.

Albeit your hands raised to correct one, you hesitated. "Cas, I'm afraid to hurt you", at his chuckle, your eyes flittered to the back of his head.

"You won't", and that was what made you begin.

But even if you started to fiddle with the feathers, you were unsure what you really were doing. Although when you found a large crooked one and corrected it, you heard a sigh escape the angel. You perked up at the sound, knowing that you'd done something right.

To not lose yourself and simply stand there and touch his wings without offering him the help you had, you moved to the edge of his left side wing. You found that if you almost petted the outermost layer of his wings, you could find those awry ones not visible to the eye. There weren't many, however, so swiftly you moved downwards.

"The big ones are called primaries", Cas's voice startled you while you'd bent down to correct one of those big feathers. However, as you realised he wanted to explain the anatomy of his wings, you couldn't help but smile.

And that was how it started. While you worked your way closer to the roots, he described every part you were working with. Alulas, primary coverts, primaries, marginal coverts, secondary coverts, secondaries.

You'd decided to come back to the area at his shoulder blades later, as they neither needed as much maintenance nor would take as much time, so now you worked with his right wing.

Seeing how he already had told you what the feathers were named. This time around, Cas sat in silence, seemingly enjoying your touch by how his wings not simply hung in the air but started to push against your hands.

Thanks to the silence, you now also heard the nearly unnoticeable sounds Cas made when you carded your fingers through his wings. You enjoyed not only hearing his pained grunts disappear but also that the otherwise reserved angel relaxed enough for those relieved noises to escape him.

Knowing what you looked for this time, the process went faster. Swiftly you once again stood behind Cas's back. You watched the smaller feathers, which slowly turned to down, feeling a smile creep on your lips. Looking more fragile, you petted them instead of combing through them. But as soon as your hand touched them, Cas took a sharp intake of breath.

"Tertiaries", he breathed out slowly and you couldn't but swallow hard at his voice. It had become... lower, but you simply presumed it was because he was more relaxed and in less pain.

Continuing to move them gently, you couldn't stop your fingers from roaming from the small feathers to the down closest to where they connected to his shoulder blades. Savouring the soft sensation under your fingers, you gave away to the urge you earlier had, sinking your fingers into the feathers. Though the action made a whimper escape Cas, something you raised an eyebrow to.

"Scapulars", his voice sounded even more strained now and he squirmed in his seat as you continued. However, it was not of the uncomfortable sort, at least not when comparing it to his earlier writhing in pain.

You hadn't noticed how your eyes trailed from watching your hand embedded in his wing to his muscular shoulders and back. Although you soon would. Concerning you hadn't paid attention to what you were doing.

By accident, you'd angled your fingers downwards, so it was more your nails that scraped along the base of his wings rather than the pad of your fingers. Before you registered what sound had left Cas, you thought you'd hurt him. Thus, your hands left him. However, when you replayed his reaction in your mind, you realised that injuring him had been the thing the furthest away from what you'd done to him. Thus it hadn't been a yelp or anything like that which had left him. The angel had moaned.

You felt your body heat up at the realisation, only then noticing that his wings also seemed as if they'd become warmer. Not only that, they did something you hadn't witnessed until now. They ruffled, almost as if to make them seem bigger while they thrust themselves against your palms hanging in the air.

You swallowed, feeling how that heat in your body didn't ease up. The number of times that Cas unknowingly had made your body feel like it was on fire were almost embarrassingly many to name. You'd never acted at the feeling which had grown into something more than just being attracted to him. However, you felt that now when Cas hadn't said anything about what had happened, or he currently was doing, it was now or never situation.

Fuck it, you thought. It wasn't as if you could interpret this all wrong and possibly made things awkward with your angel friend. Your confidence faltered for a second upon debating if it was worth it or not. But, it seemed your body had already decided for you, concerning how your hands embedded themselves even further into his wings.

Starting to trail a similar pattern on each side, you slowly worked your way through his wings and down towards their base. You felt your lips quirk upwards when noticing goosebumps spread on his skin.

Seeing him react like this, arching into your touch, goosebumps covering him as shivers seemingly straightened his spine, all while soft sighs left constantly, you couldn't stop yourself when you leaned forwards.

"Feeling better, Castiel?" You were almost thankful your concentrated on how breathy your voice had sounded and not on what your next, rather daring move would be.

Thankfully, Cas played right into your hand as he, directly before he answered, took a deep breath.

"Yes!" The very same second the first lullaby had formed on his lips, you'd slipped your fingers deeper and let your nails scratch against the skin on the base of his wings. His answer became a prolonged moan, the sound going straight throughout your whole body like a shiver. By now, you didn't know who was more affected, you or him, as short breaths puffed from him while you held your breath.

He sat still for a moment, but when he began turning around, you took a step back, suddenly very unsure of the situation you created. Although the sight that met you was something causing you to bite your lip.

Sweat lingered on his forehead, making it shiny, his lips red from chewing on them and his pupils were blown wide. Deep breaths seemed to be the only thing controlling him as he stared at you.

"Y/N...". Your name coming from his lip like a prayer made your lips part but with no intention of saying anything. "Please", Cas sounded desperate, so when he extended his hand for you to take, you couldn't resist.

He tugged you closer, prompting you to stand in between his legs. You swallowed upon having the angel stare up at you as he did, though your sensations didn't stop there. When he let go of your hand and placed both of his hands on either side of your hip. A shiver travelled down your spine from feeling the near scorching temperature.

"I need you to know", his gravelly voice made the hair on your arms stand. "This is something significant for angels...". He turned his head away and even at this moment, you noticed a blush spreading over his cheeks once again. You were unable to not tilt your head as a smile spread on your lips.

Thus, you hooked a finger under his chin, moving it, so he looked up at you once more. "I'm listening", Cas blinked one time before continuing.

"We usually don't let someone touch our wings, u-unless we want to take them as mates". You'd never heard him like this before, voice so shaky and breaths so deep.

It went up for you why he'd reacted as he did earlier. Why he'd been so surprised when you asked to help, his stunned expression when you mentioned you would've liked him to ask you in the first place and all the times he made sure this was ok. By the gods, you had practically asked an angel of the lord to be your mate without even knowing it.

"I understand if you regret it now...". Cas trailed off, but you couldn't but cradled the hair on the base of his neck, twirling a few strands as you answered him.

"I don't regret anything", you started to ghost your fingers down his neck, your goal set as you kept gazing at him. "Otherwise, I wouldn't do this". You silently thanked him for curling his wings closer, seeing how you now could let letting your hands move to their centre, feathers parting as they dragged your fingers down. A long and low groan resonated from his chest as he closed his eyes and let his head fall forwards, pressing it against your stomach. As the sounds faded together with your movements, you heard him choking out incoherent syllables of Enochian.

You believed your legs finally gave out when the angel looked up at you, but before you could fall to the floor, Cas pulled you close to him. Though it didn't stop there. Instead of now looking down at the angel, you looked up at him whilst feeling a softness under you.

Somehow he'd placed you further up on the bed while changing positions.

Laying under the angel, who held himself slightly above you, you for the first time didn't only admire his wings, but him as well. Your eyes dragged down his chest, closely followed by your hand. A groan left him, a sound you desired to hear again. So you let your nails mark his skin the further you went.

From one second to another, whatever restrains Cas had on himself disappeared as he rolled his hips against you. It elicited a gasp from you upon feeling the not so hidden bulge. For the first time, you saw a cocky smile spread on his lips as he leaned closer, curling his wings around you.

You couldn't but close your eyes at the sensation, his feathers feeling like silk caressing your bare arms. It made you squirm around, whimpers escaping until his hand found your cheek and made you still.

"It's time I repay the favour".

[lizzy-williams]

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

📖Warnings: talk about sex but no actual sex (yet lmao), a/b/o, poly

📖Masterlist

📖A/N: They make me swoon, omg. (It’s a lil short, sorry lol)

The alphas knew what they were signing up for when they decided to try and make things work.

MJ was aware of heats, but hers was more of a rut, rather than a heat.

Peter was aware of what heats were, but didn’t even know that nesting was as important as it was. And once MJ told him that it was coming up for their omega, that man ZOOMED to the internet, researching anything and everything that would help.

MJ 100% would have a calander marked off, indicating your heat.

Which lead you here. It was a day before your heat would hit, and MJ was already over at your apartment, bringing as many blankets and shirts as she could fit in her laundry basket. (All scented of course)

Of course you were in heaven, glad that you had more items that smelled like one of your alphas.

Soon enough, your bed was made perfectly, just the way you liked it, MJ watching you work.

“You’re adorable when your so focused,”

As soon as Peter walked through the door, you smiled, seeing that he brought some clothes of his as well, including a hoodie that you were plotting to steal for weeks.

Peter, looking into it, also knew that in heat, you needed to be taken care of, which included eating and drinking along with... other things.

“Why don’t you go strip and get into bed, I have to talk to Peter, okay?” MJ rubbed your back while you nodded, trotting back to your room and gently closing the door.

“Pete. I think you know what’s gonna happen, and you have to promise you’ll be gentle. She’s never had a heat with mates before.” MJ explained, Peter nodding.

He knew how important this was. Because this would be the time they would claim you officially. A bite mark was the ultimate claim, and the two alphas knew they needed to do it of they wanted you to be completely and wholly theirs.

And by the whines that were now being heard from the other side of your bedroom door was the precise indication that you were now in pre-heat.

As they opened your door, their pupils spread, looking at you as you squirmed in your bed, but their presence was already calming you as you looked at them.

You were in nothing but a bra and panties, and the two alphas thought that maybe they should strip as well.

As soon as they stripped, they went and waited for your approval to enter the nest, knowing that nests were special to an omega.

When you gave the okay, their arms immediately wrapped around you, Peter purring as you scented him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the scent calming down the ache resting in your core.

You did the same to MJ before laying down, the comfort of blankets and pillows making you slip into a deep slumber, knowing that you needed the rest before tomorrow’s events

Peter and MJ looked at you as you began to sleep, ready for what was to come in the following days. And though there was no plan of impregnating thanks to the fact that it was on the pill, it wouldn’t stop Pete from cumming inside you.

Peter paused to look at his girls. He loved them both dearly, having a strong bond with both. They were almost like a tag team it came to you.

“She’s perfect,” MJ sighed, smiling as her eyes traced over the features of your face, running a thumb over your lip.

“She is,” Peter agreed, “she’s ours.”

You were their pride and joy. The only thing that they could truly call theirs besides each other.

And they would make that official. And they couldn’t wait for tomorrow

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[windforestsso]

I wish we had the option to redo main quest races/challenges, I'd KILL to kick that monster mfs ass in pandora again

(I have tried answering this two times already but Tumblr keep deleting it... Third time the charm I hope)

I dont know how common it is for games to allow you to replay single quests. I know Sly 3 and, I think, PS4 Sly Cooper collection had that feature. But other than that I dont think its a very common feature.

SSO have been around for some years and players will forget whats happend after awhile. So we do need something to remind us what we have been doing.

What I been thinking of was that maybe when you walk into your home stable, there is a diary on the table where mc has written down short descriptions of what happend in some chain quests. And there is this ‘remember’ button where you could replay the quests. The sceen would have bit of white in the corners to show its a memory and that you wont be given any rewards or XP from playing.

And so we could replay to remind us what happend when and/or replay favorite quests.

But I don’t know how long it will take to write a ‘diary’ and do a feature that allow us to replay quest would be. They started doing the characer info in the journal that kinda work as a diary but its not even half done, it’s missing many characters that are important to the story. Writing what happend in every quests would probably take some time. So maybe skipping the diary entries and just have the ‘remember’ feature would be better? But I dont always want to replay quests, I just want to remember what infomation we learn in the quests.

As we cant have mutible characters on our accounts they should have something that give us the ability to replay missions. When you’re done with everything its pretty boring just waiting around and some players probably quit because of it.

But that said, SSE maybe is preparing so we can have multible characters on one account? I mean, the christmas calander was in game this year. If they also fix so when you buy star coins you instead get a code that you have to type into the game instead of the site, they do that then it means our one character isnt tied to our e-mail and having multible characters on the same account isnt impossible anymore. And so we could replay SSO

[futurewriter2000]

You’re a mean one - pt. 1

A/N: Well this took an unexpected turn lmao. But I kinda like it, even though I don’t know how to continue it. Should I?

PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader

XX

It all happened so sudden. You just realized, like a flick of a switch it all became clearer. 

You were just too good. 

It sounded a bit ego-centric but you felt it. You’ve tried so hard for so long to please other people, to make them happy by being the best version of yourself but in the end, you were just naive. You were good and naive and that cost you. 

It cost you so much. It cost you your feelings- your feelings that were so used to being hurt and disappointed over and over again like they were a railroad. 

So this was it. This were you. This is you not trying anymore. 

The holidays were over and you came back to your room, placing your trunk on the bed and opening it. 

The other girls didn’t even notice you and that hurt you. But you unpacked and pretended that nothing can ever touch you anymore. 

Rule #1: Focus on yourself, not others.

 With that you smiled, put your walkman on and started cleaning your room. You organised your desk, put your books where you wanted them to be, pulled out your new calander 1978. No magic. Just plain traditional cleaning. 

You smiled as you finished, feeling accomplished already. 

This was your last year. Your last, final year of Hogwarts. You are going to make it count. 

You turned around with a smile, the music blasting in your ears when you saw four people looking up at you. You pulled down your headphones and turned off your walkman. 

“Well, finally.” said Marlene, rolling her eyes and expecting some sort of an answer from you but you just kept looking at the four of them sprawled on one bed. “Not a hi. Not a how are you.” she kept saying but you only simpered.

“Hi.” you said and looking at all four of them. 

James and Lily didn’t even bother to say it back, they were too busy giggling and whispering to each other. They both made you uncomfortable if you were honest with yourself. You didn’t mind them being together but they were just the annoying type of couple. The always touchy touchy, giggly giggly type of one. Sirius didn’t bother to say hi as well, only kept looking at Marlene, asking her something when she leaned back to him and started to ignore you completely. 

So with a shrug you turned on your walkman and put your headphones on. It  was with a swift of your arm that you reached out for your coat and made your way to the door when you noticed Sirius’ eyes curiously on yours. He said something to which you couldn’t hear, so just before you left through the door, you pulled down your headphones and asked. “What?”

“Are you listening to Fleetwood Mac?” he asked, watching you with surprise.

“Yes.” you smirked and just left through the door. 

---

Again. Headphones were on and you were in the Great Hall, having tea for breakfast and looking at your Arithmancy homework. 

The others were on the other side of the table and there was one specific pair of grey eyes on you. They observed as your one foot was on the bench, your right hand hugging it and flicking the pencil between your fingers. 

He closely observed your fingers. Three slow taps and two quick ones, then he observed your lips that slightly moved. He mirrored them, singing along to the same song you did. 

“What are you doing?” Marlene asked him as she saw him staring at you. “Is Sirius crushing on (y/n)?” she teased and he scoffed. 

“Yeah, sure Marls. Like I don’t have more important things to do then to crush on your pathetic roomate.” 

“She’s not pathetic.” Alice said, smiling at you. “She’s really nice and since New Years she’s exceeding in all her classes, which I cannot say for your sorry arse.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and leaned back, taking a last glance at you and mumbling to himself. “The Steve Miller Band.” 

“What?” Marlene asked and Sirius shot his head up. 

“Nothing.” he smiled, then looked back at you. “Didn’t she used to always be here- like sitting with us, talk a lot.” 

“Yeah.” Marlene smiled. “She’s actually pretty funny once you get to know her. Quite a joker.” she looked at you as well. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her that she started avoiding us.” 

But the answer to that was easy. You just didn’t want to be with people who constantly ignored you, talked over you, made fun of you... You didn’t want to be around those people who kept making fun of who you were. 

That was why the next time you had class with them you sat next to Remus. He, unlike the others, was always nice to you as well. The two of you started talking  and laughing. It was until the the same four came into the room and started staring at the two of you. 

“What’s funny?” Sirius immediately asked. 

You and Remus both looked at eachother and stopped laughing. “Nothing.” you said. 

“That’s not nothing, sweetheart.” he leaned and kept looking at you. 

“Yeah. But I’m just Marlene’s pathetic roomate, so why would you care in the first place, sweetheart?” you kept your face expression flat and see him grow a bit red under his eyes. 

Turning away from him, you looked back at Remus and continued your conversation.

--- 

The next he saw you, he was in the library with Remus. He was sitting on the other edge of the table, staring at you from a far and trying to figure out but he couldn’t. He tried to figure out the tap of your fingers or the move of your lips but the words were just so disformed. 

“What is she listening to?” he narrowed his eyes meanwhile Remus slowly looked up from his book, looking at Sirius and then at who he was looking- you. 

“Thinking of a way to start a conversation to appologise?” he asked and looked back on the book.

“More like the first one than the second one.” he kept trying to figure out. 

“Maybe she’s listening to Parni Valjak.” Remus said, barely pronouncing it. 

“Parni what?” he looked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“She said she went to Bosnia and Herzegovina during the holidays, where her step-dad comes from and that there was their concert to which she went to. She said she loved it.” Remus said than looked up at Sirius then at you. 

Now they were both looking at you as you rocked your head forward and back, moving your lips more fiercly. Sirius felt himself smile.

“She’s actually cute.” he heard himself say outloud than quickly shot his head to Remus who was already grinning. “If you tell anybody, you won’t live another day.” 

“Tell what?” Remus grinned, forcing his head deeper in the book. 

---

It was not a great day. Not in the slightest that was why you were in no mood to talk to anybody. Not that you much did these days but these kind of days cost you the most. 

“(y/l/n)!” a shout came from a far but you just turned around the corner and didn’t want to wait. 

You quickly reached into your bag and pulled out your walkman, putting your headphones on but before you could turn on the Walkman, you crashed into someone. 

Your headphones fell from your head around your neck, an arm wrapped around your waist, holding you on your feet and all of a sudden he was there and you were there with him, close.

“Nice try.” he smirked. 

Moving away, you fixed the strap of your bag and just moved past him. 

“Oi!” he shouted after you. “You can’t just walk away!” 

“Fucking watch me.” you mumbled to yourself and turned around the corner, again, crashing into someone. That same one. “Can you fucking stop that!?” 

“If you tell me why you’re ignoring me?” he kept grinning. 

“Cuz I don’t want to fucking talk to you!” you snapped and tried to walk away but he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you back. You stopped and ripped your arm from his grip. “Fucking leave me alone you creep!” 

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m just trying to be nice!” 

“No!” you shouted back. “You had your chances of being nice to me but you blew every single one of them but since I am treating you with the same disrespect you treated me, everything is wrong. Well, this is you!” You opened your arms and slammed them against your body, turning away and storming up to your room. 

---

Since then he avoided you as well. He didn’t want to hear about you nor see you until he got himself into trouble and was waiting to walk in McGonagall’s office.

“But professor that’s unfair!” he heard a shout from the other side of the door, a far familliar shout. 

‘Who knew she could get into detention?’ - he thought, smirking. ‘Hope she gets Filch for detention.’ 

“I have told you multiple times before Miss (y/l/n). You cannot-”

“I have to!”

“Sit down, Miss (Y/l/n)!” 

“How can you not understand! You’re supposed to understand! They need me!” 

Sirius smirk turned into a curious frown and he listened carefully.

“Professor, please. I would only miss a few classes and I could ask my friends for notes. It wouldn’t change anything.”

“Your attendance is needed and you wouldn’t be focused on your work. You’d-” 

“It’s just until they-”

“I SAID NO!” Sirius felt himself jump at the sharp tone of professor McGonagall. “You’re only duty is school and that is what Dumbledore and I agree on!” 

“Not if I drop out.” you opened the door and stormed out, McGonagall shouting after you.

“Miss (y/l/n)!” she repeated over and over, sighing when you were out sight. 

Sirius was standing up and looking between you and McGonagall. “I’ll promise I’ll come back.” he told McGonagall and running after you. 

He stormed into your room and quickly throwing the trunk under your hands. “The hell you are dropping out!” he shouted and sat on the trunk. 

“This is none of your busniness, Black!” you said and started getting your clothes from your warderobe and onto the bed. “Now give me back my trunk!”

“You’re not thinking straight! You know you’re not!”

“I’m thinking perfectly clear! NOW GET OFF MY BLOODY TRUNK!” 

“No.” he crossed his arms over his body. 

You stood quiet for a while. “I’ll wrestle you.”

“I’d like to see you t-” 

You jumped on him, knocking him off your trunk and quickly trying to get off him but he pulled you back and you fell on him once again. 

“You’re a mean one.” he smiled as his hands kept trying ot take a hold of yours but they kept trying to push away. “Mr. Grinch.” he sang and to you, in that moment, was funny so as much as you tried to get out, you started laughing. 

When your arms lost strength, he took a hold of you firmly and kept you locked in his arms. “Finally, she laughs again.” he smiled.

“You’re such a prick.” you laughed, trying to get out but he was still holding you, tightly, strongly and smelling so goddamn good. As much as you enjoyed being in his arms, you tried to force yourself into thinking otherwise. “Now let me go.”

“Nope.” 

“Black.” you warned.

“What are you gonna do? Wrestle me? We both know how that ended.” he chuckled and you sighed.

“Please...Sirius.” 

He sighed as well. “You can’t just drop out, (y/n). Not when you are months away from graduation.”

“You don’t-”

“Understand? Times I heard this line-” he took a deep breath in. “Just a few more months. Than you can do whatever you want but we both know that would be the biggest mistake.”

“But my family needs me.”

“And how does dropping out of school help them?” he asked and you grew quiet. “Exactly.” he said and there was silence again.

He held you in his arms as tight as he did before. He stared at the ceiling meanwhile you were pressed against his chest and for that moment, everything was peaceful. You just wanted to melt into him but then again, you were just pathetic to him and that changed everything.

“Can you let me go now?” 

“Nope.” 

“Why not?”

“Cuz you’re still mad at me.” 

“I’m not.” you replied. He looked down into your eyes as you looked up at his and he smiled. 

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not.”

“It’s because of the whole pathetic roomate thing, right?” 

“Just let me go.” you tried to wiggle yourself out but he was just too strong.

“I never meant that.” 

“Sure.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Can you not use the name thing on me? It becomes annoying really fast.”

“You become annoying really fast.”

“You’re the most stubborn person I have met.”

“Just let me go.”

“Make me.” he closed his eyes and smirked.

And then you got a sudden idea to which you were never much daunting to do. But you wanted to do it, like a crave or desire. 

Your hands went to his hips and slowly made their way under his shirt. His eyes opened themselves wide and before he could find the ability to speak, you spoke first. “Like this.” you looked up at him longingly, your cold fingertips touching his bare skin on his hips, feeling goosebumps underneath. He was looking down on you confused but not quite against it, so as you felt his arms weakening you moved closer where your nose touched his, your cold hands on his bare chest and gently scratching him. You leaned down so your lips were almost touching his, you could feel his heartbeat under your palms and as much as you wanted to, to every single bone that wanted for you to taste him, you pushed yourself away and stood up, grinning at him. 

He was still in a daze when he saw you walking to your night stand. It took him a while to gather his thoughts but in the end, he didn’t want any other thoughts than the one that was in his mind since your hands touched his skin. 

So as you took your wand from the nightstand, he was standing close behind you. He took a hold of your hand and turned you around in a flash, pushing you on his chest and kissing you passionately. His tongue slipped into your mouth and his teeth clashed hard against yours. You tasted perfect to him so when he pulled away, biting your lower lip in the proces, he slid his hand on your lower back and pushed you closer. “Feel this, sweetheart.” he glanced down and so did you. He was hard and that has made you grow more hot than you have ever felt. “This is what I’m going to do to you. I’m gonna make you ache for me.” he kissed you again, fiery, pushing you on the bed and leading those kisses further away from your lips...

[xmalereader]

Javier Pena x Male Reader

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Dysfunctional ; || ONE ||

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Summary: Javiers neighbor is a young twenty-one year old who’s been living in Columbia for a couple of years now, but he’s different from everyone else. He acts normal and friendly around others but behind closed doors he’s sick and slowly losing his mind.

Warnings: Language, Mafia, frontotemporal dementia, memory loss, panic attacks, episodes, gang member, angst, crossover, slow burn, slight fluff.

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“Happy birthday.” A small wrapped up package is tossed to him from across the dining table. Y/n catches it before it could hit the ground from his clumsiness. “What is it?” He stared at the small wrapped up box and smiles shyly, shaking it a little.

“It’s your gift so open it and find out.” Said the anonymous voice. Y/n laughs and began to unwrap the gift.

He was surrounded by family, his old time folks that he was raised with. The family was mainly full of brothers and only one sister, the youngest being the baby but once y/n was taken in by them he became a part of that family. He hadn’t taken their family name yet since she wasn’t ready for something like that. “Your slow.” The youngest teased as y/n glared at him. “For your information I like taking my time.” He snaps back, fully unwrapping the gift in front of him. He lifts up the small lid and his eyes widen. He takes out the black shiny lighter and chuckled, “a lighter?” He questions with a raised brow.

“Oí, be grateful that you received something.”

Y/n laughs. “Tommy you own your own bar, a betting shop, half of the town respects your family and the only thing that you could get me was a lighter?” He states out. “You saying you hate my gift?” The older man asks with a frown.

Y/n shakes his head. “I was only teasing, Tommy. I really like it.” He held up the lighter in his hand and opens it to see the flame light up. He stared at the flame in wonder, his lips curling up into a smile. The others stood around him with smiles on their faces as well, after taking in y/n they’ve noticed that he’s been the only person who was able to lighten up their day or mood and they were happy to have him around.

“Your gonna be a part of the family soon, y/n. You ready to take in the Shelby name?” Tommy asks as he placed a cigarette between his lips. Y/n looks up from the flame and closed the lighter, hearing it snap closed. “Tommy...” he bites his lip and glanced at the other brothers. “I’ve been living here for four almost five years, do you really think it’s okay for me to take your family name?”

“Of course it is!” Arthur shouts out and laughs. “Y/n, you’ve been loyal and you’ve kept Finn out of trouble.”

“Hey—“

“You deserve this.” Said Tommy as he cuts in.

Y/n opens his mouth to give his answer.

“Y/n.” He hears Arthur say as he turns to face him. “What—?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n!”

“Y/n!!”

A loud banging jolts him awake, gasping for air as he pants. He was sweatying and lying on the floor by his bed, he doesn’t remember anything from yesterday.

Groaning in pain he slowly sits up and rubs his temples, the banging sound suddenly gets louder. He froze In spot as he listens to someone banging on his front door. “Y/n?!” He hears javi shout out his name, in worry he stumbled up to his feet and walks out of his room. Heading towards his front door, “coming, I’m coming.” He mumbled out quietly knowing that javi couldn’t hear him. He unlocks the door and prys it open.

Javier was standing in front of him with a concerned look. “What?” Y/n tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“What? What do you mean by, what?” Javier was pissed, the look on his face sort of gave it away. He’s seen him like this multiple times so he wasn’t surprised to see him this pissed off. “You disappeared for hours, no, days.” He steps forward and invades y/n’s personal space.

“Wait what? How long was I gone for?” He suddenly blurts out as Javier rubs his face in frustration. “It’s been two days, y/n. At first I thought you wanted to be alone but by the second day your damn parrot was screaming.”

Y/n looks down, he’s been out for two days? That’s doesn’t right, right? He couldn’t have been out for two days. It felt like a few hours for him. He couldn’t remember anything from the past two days, what was it that he was doing?

“—You wouldn’t answer your door and I was this close to actually kicking it down—“

Y/n is pulled out of his thoughts by javiers rambling. “Slow down javi.” He says and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “I’m fine, I was just busy and kept myself locked inside.” That was a lie of course but he couldn’t have Javi worrying about him all the time.

“No your not, it’s not the first time that you’ve done this before. Last time you nearly passed out in the market and then after that—“

“Wait, market? Are you...are you spying on me?” Y/n asks as he glared up at javi who froze in spot once he noticed his own spoken words. “Well—“

“I can’t believe you.” He whispered out, his grip was tight on the door handle as he steps forward. “Can’t you just see that I need time on my own?! That being locked up for a few days doesn’t mean that I’m dying or getting kidnapped!!” His voice suddenly gets louder as he yells at Javier. His mood was quickly changing, his sickness was taking affect and he couldn’t control it.

“For the love of god, and now your spying on me?! I’m not one of your whores that you should worry about Javier!! So leave me the fuck alone!” He slams the door on Javi and locks it, ignoring his protests as he walks over to Fenrirs cage and lets the bird out. He makes sure to feed it and add some more water before he heads to his room and slams his door.

A sudden anger was rising, causing him to throw his things around the room. He grabs his books and throws them against walls, papers and pens are tossed around as he lets out his anger. In less then a few minutes he finally calms down, taking everything in he finally realizes the mess that he has caused. He gasped at his own mess and covered his own face with his hands.

“Javi.” He gasps out and rushed out of his bedroom, he trips over his own things, stumbling as he tried to regain his posture. He runs out of his apartment and rushed down the stairs and too the second floor, it takes him awhile to reach javiers apartment door. He stands in front of it for a few minutes, not knowing what to say or if Javi would forgive him for the things he said to him that he didnt mean.

Finally getting the courage he lifts a hand up and balls it into a fist, knocking against his door as he lowered down his arm and waits. On the other side he hear movement and randomly begins to panic, debating if he should just turn around and run back to his apartment or face Javier and get it over with.

Hearing the door unlock he looks up to see Javier, he was growing at him and leans against the door frame with crossed arms. “Here to keep yelling at me?” He asks, his glare not lightening up at he stared down y/n.

Y/n bites his lip and looks down, distracting himself by fidgeting.

“I’m sorry, I know that you won’t easily accept my apology beause I did say some rude things and I know that you worry about me and I’m sorry about my outburst. I just—“ He sighs deeply and shakes his head. “I’m losing my mind Javi and I’m scared, I’m slowly pushing people away without noticing and my walls are suddenly coming back up and I—“ he was slowly hyperventilating at this point but tries to keep himself distracted for a little longer. “I’m sorry.” He repeats himself and takes a few steps back, turning around and leaving before Javier can say anything.

He skips steps as he goes up the stairs, entering his apartment once again he closes the door behind him and makes sure that its locked. He leans against the door in silence and lets the moment pass by before he pushes himself off and heads to his room to clean it up. Picking up the mess that he has created from his sudden anger.

He’s already put everything away. He was hanging up his calander and noticed a circled date.

“Doctors appointment.” He whispered to himself and remembers that he has to visit his doctor, looking over his shoulder he sees his bottle of pills sitting on his desk top. He was suppose to have finished them before his appointment but from the looks of it he hasn’t taken any in the last couple of months. He hated taking them, he knows that they are suppose to help him but he refuses to take anymore.

Once his calander is hung up he takes the pills and walks towards the bathroom where he empties the bottle out, the pills falling inside the toilet bowl as he flushed it all away and throws away the bottle into the small trash can that he had. Satisfied with his own work he heads back to continue with his cleaning.

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Its been a week since his little outburst with Javier.

The two haven’t spoken to each other and neither had the gut to approach each other. Javier would stay stuck in work, keeping himlsef buried in investigations and trying to catch Escobar. While y/n remained at home with his parrot, drawing out small memories before he would forget about them. He was also at the hospital, meeting up with his doctor. He was sitting in one of the chairs as the doctor sat opposite of him, holding some papers with results of his medical history and different medications that he’s taken.

Hearing the papers flip as the doctor scans through them, the room was silent before the doctor lets out a deep sigh and turns to y/n.

“Have you been taking your medication?”

“those disgusting pills?” He grits out.

The doctor nods in response, getting a quiet ‘no’ from the other male.

“Y/n you were suppose to be taking the pills frequently, they help with your health—“

“Oh please, they don’t help at all. I’m already losing my mind so what’s the point in even taking them? So that I can waste my money even more?” Y/n spits out in anger, sitting up in his seat as he glared at the doctor who has already grown used to his change of attitudes. The doctor frowns and sets down the results, “Y/n.”

He gets y/n’s attention and sighs deeply. “you do know that you only have a few months to live, right? The pills are suppose to help ease the disease but since you don’t plan on taking them anymore, do you know what your going to do for the next few months?”

Y/n’s mood lightens up a little as he leans his head back against his seat as he stared at the ceiling and began to tell the doctor his plans. “I’ve Been living in Colombia for the past couple of years, before I was diagnosed.” He whispered out. “If I only have a few month to live then might as well and spend it with my family—“ he sits up straight and smiles at the doctor. “I’ll be moving back to London, where the rest of family is. Waiting for me.”

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Y/n stood in the middle of his apartment.

He listens closely as he hears Javiers door open and close with a loud bang, he was either coming back from work or leaving back to work. He still hasn’t had the courage to approach him, he was nervous on what Javier would say to him. They have been friends for a longtime and he was still afraid to approach the man sometimes, Even though he nearly stabbed him the first time they met.

Y/n sits on his couch and held out his sketchbook, writing down his plans for the next couple of months. For the next two months he was going to stay in Colombia and try to spend them with Javier if they can ever fix their friendship, after that he’ll spend the last four months back in London with the Shelby family. He also wants to pick a date to let fenrir fly free, ever since he found him abandon in the forest he couldn’t help but take him in and raise him himself.

He was going onto have to let him go too and say his final goodbyes before it was too late.

Y/n spends the next few days deciding on what to throw away and what to keep before he moved out. He was sitting on the floor with a trash bag next to his side, tossing useless things away that he didnt need anymore. Fenrir was propped up on his shoulder when a sudden knock was heard. Y/n titls his head and stands up, “I’m not really expecting anyone, am I?” He asks the parrot as he answers they door.

Javier stands on the other side, he gave y/n a glance and goes back to avoiding his eyes. “Listen—“

“Stubborn asshole.” Y/n blurts out and laughs a little. He didnt need to listen to Javi’s stupid excuses or apologizes. This was all y/n’s fault and he was the one pushing Javier away.

Javier chuckles softly at y/n’s words. “I am also sorry, I know that you sometimes need your privacy and time alone and I thought that giving you some space—“

“Would help me?”

Javi nods.

Y/n’s lips twitch into a smile, sighing as he pushed the door wider. He walks forward and wraps his arms around Javier as he pulls him into a hug.

“you really are an idiot.” He muffled against his shoulder and sighs, feeling Javi wrap his own arms around his waist. “I wanted time on my own but two weeks is way to long for me.” He earns a chuckle from Javier as the two slowly pull away. “I missed you.”

“I did too, I missed your snarky ass and your food too.”

Y/n gasps out dramatically. “Excuse me, you’re only using me for my cooking?”

“Yep.” Javier smirks down at him as he enters Y/n’s apartment without needing permission. The other rolls his eyes and closed his door, following him into the kitchen. “I don’t have much food around.” He tells him, he gave Javier a small glance before returning back to his cleaning, he picks up the trash bag and hangs it on a door knob where he could easily dump stuff inside without having to hold the bag open.

Javier was able to find someone of y/n’s favootre snacks, munching away as he turns to y/n. “You throwing stuff out?” He asks.

Y/n hesitated as he tosses away some old stuff that he wouldn’t be needing. “Spring cleaning.” He mumbled out, knowing that it was a lie. He couldn’t have Javi know that he was dying, he didn’t even know about his disease! He couldn’t let him know since he was already afraid of losing one of his only friends. He couldn’t tell javi that he was losing his mind and this emotions were going crazy and that he was slowly forgetting him. He just couldn’t do that to him, maybe it’s best that he finishes these two months here and then moves back to London with his family.

“Spring cleaning?” Javier laughs out as he approached him and decides to help him out. Holding the bag open for him as he stuff down some things into the bag. Y/n smiles softly, “Okays it’s not really spring cleaning.” He admits. Once the trash bag is full he ties it up and sighs in defeat. “I’m moving back to London.”

Javier turns to face y/n. “London, why?” He frowns at him. His lips forming a thin line as he pressed them together.

Y/n bends down to pick up the rest of his things. “I still have two months to stay here but I’ve got a friend—brother actually, he’s...he’s dying and he’s only got a few months left so I’m gonna move back with my family to be with him before he passes away.” He explains to Javier, he reasons sounded believable since it was actually him who was dying and not his brother.

“You’ve told me about London before, you said that it brought bad memories.” Said Javier. He was sitting down this time as he watched y/n move around the apartment with Fenrir following close.

“It does and it always will but they are my family Javi, I haven’t seen them in years and I deserve to see them.” Y/n placed some books on the coffee table. “I still have two months with you, unless your still pissed?”

Javier rubs his neck with a small groan and looks up to see y/n giving him the puppy eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.” He grumbled out as y/n laughs happily. “Come on javi, it’s two months that we have left before I leave. And believe me I’m gonna miss you.”

He watched Javier nod at him in understanding, he knows that Javi doesn’t handle emotions well from others so he doesn’t force him to do anything. He simply smiled at him and got back to work.

He was really going to miss javi, being his friend for the past years were precious moments of his. He made sure to keep everything written down as he read his own writing late at night, remembering the small moments that they had together. He remembers the night he actually fell in love with Javier and he knows that he shouldn’t since he wasn’t going to be around anymore but he just couldn’t help it. He wishes that he can tell Javier how he felt about him but what was the point? He only had a few months to live and he couldn’t break javiers heart, not like this.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Todays The End

Supernatural has reached it’s end today, tonight 7/8pm cst, will be a look back over the years. 8/9pm cst, is the episode Carry On. It’s on my DVR, because today was a rough ass day already. Had been to a funeral for my grandma who passed last Friday.

So, needless to say, I’m exhausted. I’m done for the day.

I’m gonna be watching a shit ton of YouTube, happy episodes of Supernatural that cure my depression. I’ll be on here reading, I don’t have anything new to post. I should get back to editing Down the Rabbit Hole some time soon...but the motivation, it just isn’t there right now.

Episode Baby does cure my depression really well.

I’ll still be writing, posting after the show’s long gone. I need a way to cope, and keep the boys alive in memory. I’ll be seeing you guys around on here.

I have a master list, if you want to check out what I got. Hello, 180 followers. I’m pretty spontaneous, just a little forewarning. I’ll see ya’ll later.

Side note, I saw a post on Supernatural’s facebook page, Jared’s new show Walker premieres January 21st. They don’t have a time yet, but there’s the date. Mark your calanders!

[ace-angel-judas]

Yoongi would never cheat ✊🏻✊🏻 no matter the au ✊🏻✊🏻

“We’ve sent more requests, it’s just a matter of if he replies,” Grace explained, “Believe me, divorces aren’t easy,” 

“I should have taken your advice and signed a pre-nup,” Estelle replied groggily, “If only this godly flu would leave,” 

“Yoongi has Soyeon for the weekend, doesn’t he?” Grace asked. 

“Yes,” Estelle nodded, “So I’m going to take this time to sleep all weekend and eat chicken soup,” 

Grace chuckled at her comment as she turned back to the fridge. She stopped for a moment, looking at the calander and narrowing her eyes. 

“Ellie..,” Grace stated, “When was your period due?” 

She glanced up and raised her eyebrows, “What?” 

“Estelle, your period was due a month ago,” 

Standing up, Estelle walked over to the calander and stared at it. There was a red circle at the beginning of the month, meanwhile, it was already the end of the month. Her throat went dry and she covered her mouth. 

“Oh no..,” Estelle whispered. 

“This divorce just got a lot more complicated..,” Grace whispered, “He’ll accuse you-” 

“It’s Yoongi’s...,” Estelle whispered, “We... I might have had a moment of weakness..,” 

Grace groaned, “Oh for fucksake, I thought Arabella was bad!” 

“I didn’t get pregnant from my sugar daddy!” Estelle gasped, “Atleast Yoongi and I were married!” 

[bad-at-bullet-journaling]

Beginner’s Tips for Bullet Journaling…based on my own mistakes.

Hello, and welcome to Bad at Bullet Journaling, the blog where our bullet journals are less than perfect, but then again, so is life. Today, I have some beginners tips for those looking to start their own bullet journals…all based on mistakes that I’ve made in my own bullet journaling history. A quick note before we get started, this is not meant to serve as a step by step guide for making a bullet journal from scratch, for that I’d reccommend looking at the official bullet journal website or at this blog post about starting one if you want a quicker overview. This post is more of a guide to spotting a few pitfalls I myself have experienced, and suggestions for avoiding them. With all that said, let’s get started!

Tip 1: Numbering your pages

One of the most important aspects of a bullet journal is that the pages are numbered and that all of your spreads are recorded in an index section at the front of the journal. My first ever bullet journal was designed with this method in mind, and while the journal didn’t come with pages already numbered, it did come with a pre-made index section. 

Now, as you may notice, my index is mostly blank. I filled it out for about the first 30 pages, and then nothing. Why? Well, because my journal was most likely the same as yours, it didn’t come numbered. So I had to number it manually. And the way I decided to do this was very extra.

“Hey!” thought 2017 me. “Wouldn’t it be cool to have the page numbers alternate between four colors?” No. No it would not. Do NOT make page numbering a super complicated process, and do not break it up into chunks (ie, number some of it now and the rest of it later). The reason my index in this journal stopped at page 28 is I stopped numbering at page thirty, thinking “I’ll number more when I get that deep into the book.” Do not fall into that trap. You will not remember to do it, and you will subsequently stop using your index, which when used correctly is incredibly helpful. Spend your first minutes with your new bullet journal with netflix or youtube on in the background, take a pen, and number every. single. page. All in one go. It’ll be tedious, but you’ll get it over with all at once, and have a journal that is completely numbered and ready for use, like my current journal. 

And if you already know that this is not a task that you’ll be suited to, then do a little extra searching and buy an already numbered journal. You’ll thank me later! 

Tip 2: Give your spreads enough room to grow

Most logs that you’re going to have be ongoing will take up two pages (or one spread in your journal). Unless you know for sure that a log will only take a single page, plan to use at least two if not more, otherwise later you’ll have to remake a spread elsewhere in your journal. Such as my current Daily Thoughts and Meal Planning logs, both of which really should have had at least an entire spread to themselves, but the Daily Thoughts especially needed more space, as you can see, one week’s worth of use filled up an entire page!

Tip 3: It’s okay if you don’t use all the pages you see on the blogs

One of the trickiest things to do when starting a bullet journal can be deciding what pages and spreads you’re going to use. It’s easy to get lost in mommy blogs and instagram accounts highlighting perfect journals with pages that have so much decoration that they seem barey functional. And if that’s the way you wanna rock your journal, then go for it! But the ultimate purpose of a bullet journal is that it is a planner that is fully customizable to YOUR needs, and if there’s something you see a lot of people doing but you don’t think would be very helpful to you? You don’t need to put it in. 

For example, in my current bullet journal, I do not have any hand drawn calendar pages. For me, the task of creating them in a way that made them functional for me was so time consuming and contained so many micro-irritations that I would often give up after a few months, again thinking to myself “I’ll make the later months when I need them.” Needless to say, I did not. Now, I use both my bullet journal and a store bought planner that has monthly calander pages as well as weekly/daily to do pages. Typically the point of a bullet journal is to have all your information in one easy to transport book, but for me, I couldn’t keep up with making all the daily pages and monthly calendars in advance, I needed something where the work was done for me. The result of this is I do not keep a monthly log in my bullet journal, as there is already something similar in my store bought planner. I also nearly immediately abandoned keeping a future log in my previous bullet journals, and while I am going to attempt to keep one again in this journal, I am giving myself permission to not stress about using it if it doesn’t work for me. 

Because at the end of the day, that’s what bullet journals are for. Finding systems that work for YOU, and if the way that you do it doesn’t match up to the official instructions or the way everyone else is doing it, that’s okay. Happy journaling! 

-Taylor <3

[taliahvause]

730 Days? | Self Paragraph

DAY ONE

“How was your journey here? Did the escorting staff treat you good?” There was supposed to be some kind of empathy in the tone of the Officer, but they had been on shift since 7am and it was now almost 10pm. Vause just nodded, she understood what it was like to be tired. She felt exhausted herself. After spending hours crammed in what can only be described as a mobile metal casket travelling from Manhatten to the federal prison on the edge of the state line, all she wanted was to knock out. To forget she was even back in this shit hole. “Sign here, here, and here. Then we’ll get you in to the nurse, get you some clothes and down to the wing--” 

“She knows the drill.” Another, older Officer pitched in, making Vause look up from the paperwork. 

“How are you not retired yet, Hunt?” 

“Yoga. Keeps the mind, body, and soul young, Vause. You should give it a try.”. 

She scoffed, rolled her eyes and then scribbled her name on the last dotted line. She saw the doctor. Traded in her stuff for orange. Then glanced around the reception area, the one she won’t see again for 2 years. 24 months. 730 days... It was only 730 days. 

DAY SEVEN

Honey Brown. 1h. 6 s, 2 c. 23a. The note was stuffed in her pocket from the laundry workers and Vause sat down on her bed, holding it with both hands and staring at the writing. It had been seven days, seven days of those ringing fucking alarms, of torches shining through the glass waking her up every other goddamn hour. Just one hit, just to sleep for a night properly. She looked up and across at the picture on the wall. The one of her wife and her jaw tensed as she crushed the piece of paper in her fist. Then she glanced at the calander. 723 days. 

DAY THIRTY ONE

“Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m not moving!” Vause protested, shaking her head as she backed into the corner of her cell. “You can’t move me onto B wing, that’s Brooklyn fucking territory, you KNOW what they’ll do to a Harlem girl, come on!” She yelled as the Officer’s, padded up in full riot gear spilled into her cell. “Fine!” Vause pushed her sleeves up. “You want a fucking fight, assholes? Let’s go!” She screamed, running at the shield and rolling over the top of it, kicking one guard in the face and headbutting another as she landed between all of them. Fists flew, connecting with whatever they could until there was a winding thud in her back and all the air was forced out of her lungs as she was sandwiched up against the wall by the shielded screw. 

“Take her down to the fucking block.”.

The bang of the cell door closing was the start of the silence, of a seven day stretch with nothing but a metal bed frame, a shitty pillow and these four walls. 699 days.

DAY FIFTY THREE 

The segregation was tough, but it was over and it did its job. She didn’t get moved to B, instead she went to F wing with the rest of the Harlem lot. She’d made a few connections, a few... Friends... Though, she didn’t trust anyone. She knew from past experience that this place was a dog eat dog world. Everyone was out for themselves. The moment you get in someone’s way, or you become a burden to them you become nothing. “Eh, Vause, you’re on the visitation list you know,” one of those tender connections strolled into her cell. 

“What? No I’m not, it’s too far out for my wife to come. Don’t fuck with me man, I’ll roll your head off,” she threatened loosely with a suck of her lips and a shake of her head. 

“Nah, nah, man, you on there, go check it-- thousand sticks, V.” That was a bit of saying around the wind. Thousand sticks, meaning an a thousand cigarette bet. Vause’s eyebrow raised and, with a heavy sigh, she rolled off the top bunk, throwing the rubber band ball back up onto it and walked out the cell to the notice board. 

“Well shit...” For the first time in fifty three days, Vause smiled. This created quite the rally of cheers from her ‘friends’, who jokingly pushed her around a little in front of the board. “Fuck off everyone,” she groaned though the little smile on her face made it hard to take it seriously. 

Later that day, walking through those doors and seeing her wife’s face for the first time in months, despite it being through bulletproof glass, her heart skipped a beat. Then it sunk, though she hid that part because this was hard enough already. But, 677 days seemed like a lifetime. 

DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN 

Her head hung over the letter. She noticed the little things in it that weren’t words. The way some of the letters were uncharacteristically slanted. The few red droplets at the bottom of the letter. It was the first of two birthday letters she was going to recieve in these cold four walls, and she could tell Riley had been drinking when she wrote it. Vause gasped for a breath of air when she realized she hadn’t taken one in a while as a few of her tears joined those small red marks at the bottom of the page. “I’m sorry...” She whispers as her knees come up into her chest and she hugs the letter into her chest, falling back against the wall. 623 days...

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE

“What do you mean ‘what is this’?! I ain’t ever seen that shit in my life!” Vause argued, hands in the air as the searching Officers stood before her asking where she had got the mobile phone from that they had just found in her pillow. “Unlock it, I won’t know any of the contacts in there. It’s not mine.” She wasn’t even lying, but of course they didn’t believe that. 

“What so someone just put a mobile phone into your pillow?” 

“There’s weirder fucking shit happening in this shithole!” Vause snapped back as she felt her breathing get heavier and heavier with anger as she thought about who the fuck had set her up. Was it the women that had tried to bring her into the drug ring that she turned down? Was it one of the women who wanted her to be their prison wife that she’d told to go fuck a cactus? Was it a fucking Officer? 

“You know phone finds mean two weeks in the block, Vause.” 

“IT’S NOT MINE! I CAN’T GO TO THE FUCKING BLOCK. C’MON, DANIELS, YOU KNOW I ADMIT TO SHIT WHEN I GET CAUGHT-- THIS AIN’T MINE! I HAVE A VISIT ON FRIDAY, IT’S MY ANNIVERSARY, I’M NOT MISSING IT!” She punched the wall, and instantly regretted doing that as she felt her knuckles crack. “FUCK!” One of the Officers grabbed onto her arm and she instantly tensed up and pushed him away from her. “FUCK. OFF. Don’t fucking grab me! I’ll fucking walk!” She spat, looking between them both before kicking the chair across the room causing it to smash and break against the far wall before storming out of the cell. Anything that wasn’t bolted to the ground on route from her cell to the segregation block was kicked or thrown in rage. “WHOEVER SET ME UP, I’M HAVING YOUR FUCKING HEADS!” She yelled out as she was escorted off the wing and down the stairs.

Once again, the heavy cell door slammed shut and once again she was left with nothing but the knowledge that there was only 441 days left... Only.

DAY TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE

She had fallen onto her knees in front of the steel door, hands balled into fists pressing against the cold metal. Her cheeks were lined with streams of tears, head hanging as she thought about Riley sat in the visitation booth waiting for her. She had been screaming for them to let her out, to let her go, that she’d do anything, for the past four hours. The visit session would have been well over by now. It was their anniversary, the first one they’d not seen each other one and she felt like someone was ripping her heart out. Her body violently shook as she thought about who the fuck planted that phone, her nails digging into her palms and drawing blood. She couldn’t even write to Riley to tell her not to come. She couldn’t even warn her... What if it was an asshole Officer up there? What did they tell her?

I’m sorry... I’m sorry... 

437 days.

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

Vause was still shaking as she stood in the shower and watched the water mix with the blood that washed off from her knuckles. She focused on controlling her breathing, her teeth gritted together as she scrubbed the marks and evidence off her body. It had taken her no more than three days out of confinement to figure out who had planted the phone in her cell, and under the cover of most of the wing being out on the yard, she had paid them a visit and left them in a ball on their cells floor with a bloody face and a few cracked ribs. If it wasn’t for the one person she actually trusted being on lookout and seeing her start to loose control, and so intervening and pulling her away, she probably would have killed her. She made her miss her anniversary. She was lucky to still be alive. Vause stepped out of the shower, dried off, and pulled her clothes back on before wrapping her knuckles in toilet paper and then putting gloves on. Luckily, the prison was fucking freezing and it was the middle of October. It wasn’t exactly suspect to be walking around in a coat and gloves; in fact it was more suspect to not be. She wondered whether the guards knew anyway, whether they supported what she did, because she was never so much as questioned about what happened to that woman... Perhaps her luck was turning. It was about time. 415 days...

DAY FOUR HUNDRED

“Congrats, Vause. You’re going up a level, pack your stuff, you’re shipping out to inner state,” the Officer switched her light on and Vause initally groaned before registering what he had said, bolting up on the bed. 

“Wait-- I’m going back to the city?” 

“Yep. Good behaviour lessened your security level, you get to move on and we get a bigger asshole in to take your spot. They don’t know how easy they got it in state,” he rolled his eyes as he threw a few bags onto her bed. “C’mon, transport goes in an hour... Unless you’d stay, of course.”

“Yeah, fuck that,” Vause scoffed, throwing the covers back and jumping straight up onto her feet. “I’ll be ready in ten-- wait, my wife is--”

“Already told you’ve moved. Ten it is. Better get packing.”. 

She was going back to the city. Closer to her wife. Less restrictions. No glass between them at visits... Vause smiled. 330 days wasn’t sounding so bad... And they weren’t, until...

DAY SIX HUNDRED AND TEN

Leaving surgery behind... Switching to therapy... Moving away from the city. Vause’s head was spinning as she paced around her cell, going over everything they had spoken about in the visit. It was something that they had joked about before; running away from NYC the moment she was released, going and hiding away from the world and becoming one with nature. But, when Riley said she had given up her position at the hosptial... When she said she was going to switch to therapy. It just didn’t seem like Vause was in on the full story. She could tell Riley was drinking more than just a nightcap these days, but she didn’t exactly have a leg to stand on in speaking out against it. She was in fucking prison... Everything just seemed so-- out of control. Everything felt like-- she was in the eye of a hurricane. Then a note slid underneath her door. Cocoa puff bowl. 20stick. 2-12. Her breath caught in the back of her throat. That would make her stop pacing. Stop overthinking this. She was almost out, anyway, right? She was almost done. There was only... 120 days.

DAY SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO

She must have been convincing when she had spoken about Riley moving down to their new town before she was released, because the blonde eventually got on board with it. Vause had come to terms with it all over the past few months, she realised that New York was her home but now it was the place where she would end up either incarcerated for the rest of her life; or dead. They had to get away from the Apple. Clearly, they both needed a fresh start, and if Riley could get away from the city before she could? Vause knew she wasn’t happy here anymore, in New York. Of course, she wanted her to stay so she could keep getting the regular visits but it wasn’t worth it... Vause didn’t want to let go of her today, and she didn’t until the final warning from the Officers. “I love you... Stay safe for me, I’ll stay out of trouble for you, baby...” She wasn’t supposed to, but Vause kissed her wife before reluctantly letting go, hands going in the air as she looked to the Officer with a little smirk. She walked backwards out of the visit hall, eyes staying softly on her wife, taking in every last detail of her features as if it was the first time she was looking at her; or the last... Well, it was the last time for a while. Vause blew Riley a kiss with a smile before finally turning around. It was going to be okay... There was only 78 days left. 2 and a half months. It was going to be okay. 78 days.

DAY SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE 

“Release day, Vause! Up and at em!” The sudden light made her pupils dilate and the early morning hours and breeze from the door made the statement even more confusing that it already was. She wasn’t due out yet. There was still more time to go. She blinked her vision into focus and saw that it was one of the asshole Officers and she groaned, rolling her eyes and falling back onto her bed. 

“That’s not fucking funny, Georgeman,” she muttered.

“What do you mean funny? You’re getting out, here--” he threw the clipboard at her which made her groan, sigh and sit up. She was going to lose her shit with this guy one of these days. Asshole. Vause pushed on her glasses and froze for a second. He wasn’t fucking around. There was her name, her prison number, and in big red letters RELEASE. 

“Well fuck-- that-- came around quick...” Vause swallowed, playing along, just waiting for the sike to come but then he threw the bags into the room and continued down the corridor to unlock the next release. She scrambled up to her feet and stuck her head out, half expecting him again to be stood out there laughing. But, he wasn’t, he was carrying on with his job... She was-- well, fuck, she was getting out early.

61 days early. 

That was 5 days ago. 

TODAY

Now she was down in Santa Ysabel, she was back with her wife. But it was strange... She still felt like she should be counting down the days. She still heard the sound of boots patrolling and torches switching on and off when she closed her eyes. She was still listening out for alarms. Everyone that passed her on the street a little too close almost got pushed back onto their ass. She had to control herself though. This wasn’t prison anymore. She was free. This was her home now... Riley was her home. It didn’t matter where they were. But, it was hard to readjust... And she couldn’t fucking sleep. Maybe she’ll sleep better in 56 days... When she was supposed to be out... Maybe she’ll stop dreaming about feds kicking down their front door and dragging her away from her wife again then... She can’t lose her again. She won’t.

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Wearing her skintight stealth suit, Cinder Fall breaks into team RWBY’s room to dig up some info. But halfway through searching the dormroom to door opens revealing a startled and confused Ruby, asking her while she is and what she is doing in her room. In a panic Cinder says that she is here for Ruby, that she is Ruby’s birthday present and that she can do whatever she wants to Cinder. Cinder internally screams as Ruby’s huge Futa cock hardens, lifting up her school skirt.

Cinder was currently infiltrating her most concerning enemies room. Ruby and her team had been quiet the thorn in her side so she needed to find something that can make them go away. Wearing her black stealth suit and mask she was currently bent over under Weiss’s bed only to find chew toys and dog treats under it. “Oh for fucks sake’s.” She said before the door opened and she paused to slowly turn her head as her amber eyes met with Ruby’s silver ones. “Um.....” She tried to think of something, anything, then she saw a calander with RUBY’S B-DAY and had a plan.

“Um... who are you and why are you under Weiss’s bed?” Ruby asked as she crossed her arms trying not to be scared. She was weaponless after all. Cinder stood up and leaned against the bed.

“Oh well.. Ruby... I’m.. in here for you.” Cinder said calmly as she put her plan into motion. “I’m your birthday present and you can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the day.” She would hate it but it was better than just say something else that would get Ruby suspicious. And judging by the blush on the Rose’s cheeks she was thinking of something naughy. She thought she could take it, that is until she saw it flop out from under Ruby’s skirt and panties, her eyes went wide at the massive cock that was hardened and ready between the Rose’s legs. “U-um actually. I think i should get myself read-Y!”

Cinder yelped as she was suddenly pushed down onto the bed and felt her pants being pulled down by the Rose who already stared to eat her out. Squirming to use her semblance ruby thrusted her hips so her cock went under her shirt and between Cinders breasts as she pushed her ass up higher and licked her Pussy more. The feeling of he nice soft orbs around her cock was heavenly as the birthday girl was tonguing at the fall maidens slot, pushing her tongue into her pussy and moving it around contently enjoying Cinders taste before she pulled off and pushed Cinder against the bed again.

“Ah!” She panted and cried out as her body was pleasures and pleased with pre cum smeared onto her breasts under her vest. Looking up at Ruby and trying to glare at her, the Rose simply got on top of her and pushed her coco between her breasts after tearing her vest and bra off before pushing the thick tip into her mouth making Cinders eyes widen as Ruby began thrusting. “GRK! GAHK! GEK!” She gagged on the cock as Ruby’s crotch touched Cinders nose and her balls smacked against her chin as saliva and throat slime coated the roses member. It was also a more sloppy blowjob due to in experience between both parties, Ruby never having sex before and Cinder never taking a cock this big before. Her throat was being stretched and bulged by the member as Ruby’s messy and rough thrusts caused Cinder to gag on it, as her masked eyes began to roll up, her lower body squirming and kicking until she heard ruby moan louder. “AHH~! Oooh~! Cumming!” She wailed out in pleasure before she came and shot her load down Cinders throat.

She coughed and sputtered as she was forced to swallow the large load of cum. Once she finished swallowing it Ruby panted as she moved aside and felt the skirt Ruby had left on her get moved aside and before she could say any thing Ruby’s big hard futa cock pushed into her tight pussy. “AHHHH! FUCK~!” Finder screamed out as Ruby moved her hands around her chest to grope the fall maidens chest as she began thrusting immediately. Wet smacks were heard throughout the room as Ruby mewled and moaned each time she thrusted into Cinders stretched out cunt. Her balls smacked against the raven haired girls clit as she moved to sit back and moved Cinder on her cock harder as the fall maiden tried to move off, but Ruby’s arms held hers against her body in the hug and her legs were starting to lose their feel with each strong thrust the rose sent. ‘Think of something cinder! Think of something! You won’t become this Cur’s fuck toy!’ She tried to think but her cheeks were dusted pink as she began moaning herself when Ruby activated her semblance. By then it was game over for her as Ruby’s hips turned into a blur as her cock pounded her tight cunt with extreme speed. Cinders amber eyes rolled up as her breasts and ass bounced from each hard thrust, her ass smacking against Ruby’s hips as her breasts bounced wildly.

“Nnngh~ Best birthday present ever! Thank you Cinder~!” Ruby said as she felt the amber eyed girl cum on her cock, judging from how tight it suddenly got and how wet her cock and balls got when she felt Cinder cum. She thrusted into her a few more times rapidly before moaning out and hitting herself into the fall maidens slit. Groaning as she hugged Cinder especially close before she came, shooting her hot thick seed into her, potent and warm as it filled up the Fall maiden. Ruby panted deeply while leaning against Cinders back, not noticing the blank eyed stare the girl had as she slumped down unconscious from both her orgasm and the extreme pleasure Ruby’s cock have her. Said Rose pumped a few more loads into Cinder and then slowly pulled out before hotdogging her cock between Conders asscheeks and moved her hips a bit more before she shot her last few loads onto the girls smooth back. Letting her slump forward onto the bed, her ass in the air Ruby smiled and stood up looking at Cinders form. “I can’t wait to do so much more of this Cinder! Hold up I’ll got clean up you stay right there.” Ruby said good to her bathroom.

Cinder looked around and moved her arm shakingly to her cunt, it spewed out some of the Rose’s seed. ‘I-It’s not... a safe day...’ she thought. ‘I-I can still escape.... and regroup with...’ Cineer paused when she realized she couldn’t move. Her legs laid limp and the raven haired girl tried desperately but it seems her legs were both asleep and exhausted from the fucking to move. ‘Are you kidding me?!’ She thought before the sound of a door opened and Ruby slowly came over holding a blue pill.

“Yang said to use this with someone special. And well. Heh this is really special to me. Thanks Cinder I’ll be sure to treat you well!” Ruby said as she ate it and soon her cock grew hard as a rock and cinders eyes dilated as she noticed it grew a few inches bigger with her balls getting a bit fuller too. Nothing crazy but bigger than before. ‘Oh shit.’ Went through her mind as Ruby slowly went behind her. ‘Y-Your strong cinder you can get through thi-‘ Then Ruby pushed in. “AHHHH~!”

A loud lewd moan echoed through the dorms as the Rose was having fun with her would be intruder. Meanwhile Yang was busy tyimg up Emerald and Neo smirking. “Well you two will make fine gifts for Ruby. Now to-“ she and the two struggling girls heard the loud lewd moan coming from her dorms and Yang smirked. “Huh... guess ruby had a guest.... still though I forgot her birthday gift so you to will do.” Yang said picking up both girls and taking them to their leader and new owner. A thought went through their heads as Yang carried them towards her dorm. ‘She can’t be that big right?’

They both had shocked eyes as they were soon proved wrong as Ruby thrusted into Cinders tight snatch doggystyle panting as a bulge was clearly seen on her abdomen. The fall maiden letting out loud lewd moans and barely coherent words, begging her new owner to continue. Both Emerald and Neo paled ar the size of the Rose’s cock. They wouldn’t last an hour.

[wings-of-indigo]

So, Waitress is closing and Why I am Happy about that: An Exceedingly long essay Rant about Broadway

Look. Nobody's gonna read this, most likely, but it's 2 in the morning and my brain's been obsessing over Broadway (more than usual, anyway) since communing with my people at intensive this week. So, in the interest of getting some sleep before 8 hrs of dance and shitty high notes tomorrow, here goes.

I love classic, high-school-and-community standard musicals. I love new and experimental musicals. I love Disney film-to-stage musicals. I love institution musicals like Chorus Line, Cats, and Wicked; I even have a soft spot for Phantom. I am eagerly anticipating West Side Story next Christmas (seriously, I have a calander).

BUT.

As I said to one of my fellow dancers during post-class stretch (after noting his insane flexibilty and making yet another resolution to stretch more) I am Sick to GoDAMnEd DEATH of revivals, franchise adaptions, and restagings taking up the Broadway and greater theater markets.

I get why it's happening; I do. Musical theater, even shows that never make it out of Regional productions (Be More Chill, btw, I'm so proud of you bby :'-D ) are REALLY FREAKING EXPENSIVE, not just to stage, but also to develop. Broadway productions nowadays regularly go upwards of TENS OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS in costs.

Those costs are more and more frequently being met through funding by large groups of wealthy investors, who can expect basically little to no return on that investment. Only a select few shows that make it to the Great White Way do well enough to turn a profit (let alone the kinds of numbers that Hamilton, DEH, and Wicked continue to make), and more and more shows are closing in defict or once they break even. (Coincidentally, this is probably why we're seeing more and more straight plays on Broadway, especially in limited engagements. They're quicker, cheaper, and still have the same level of prestige.)

It makes sense then to assume that a show linked to an already successful property has a better chance of reaching that break-even mark, or perhaps generating a small return, than a more original idea. It's a surer bet, and we've seen it a lot these past few seasons. Anastasia, Beetlejuice, Pretty Woman, Moulin Rouge, Mean Girls... we get it. We promise. Investors want some security in an extremely and notoriously insecure market before they're willing to lay out the dough.

I get it. Everybody gets it.

And, to be fair, some of those shows are and continue to be GOOD. Tony nominees and award winners, even. But here's the problem: it's boring.

And not because I know how Act 2 ends without getting spoilers on tumblr. Unless they're younger than ten, the population of Broadway-and-musicals fans generally has a good handle on where a show's relevant plotlines are going. It's really not the wanting to know the end that keeps your butt in your overpriced red velvet seat and your eyes on the stage. It's the score, the words, occasionally the choreography, and most importantly the magicians on, off, and backstage bringing those things to life in a new and interesting way.

The antithesis of this, then, is having to watch slavish recreation of iconic scenes, lines, and characters from iconic films, presented Onstage! (TM), now with Bonus Songs! for your reconsumption. (Yes, Pretty Woman, I'm looking at you.)

Hey, I love Pretty Woman the Movie, slightly dodgy messages about feminity aside. I love it as a movie, and I really don't need to watch the knock off version of it, even if it comes in a shiny Broadway package.

Anastasia, and Beetlejuice, on the other hand, work extrodinarily well as musicals because they are NOT carbon copies of the original, somehow miraculously transplanted onto the stage.

Ironically, musicals based on original ideas are actually some of the most successful and well reviewed recent productions. Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, Come From Away, and Hadestown this season are all original works, and well, look at them. (Fishy, huh? Coincidence, I think the fuck not.)

Recently I got to see The Prom on Broadway, the day after I saw Pretty Woman. The contrast between shows and my enjoyment of them was well defined. I couldn't look away from The Prom, despite many of the major story beats being as obvious as our Cheeto-in-Chief's spray tan. I and the entire rest of the theater were completely engaged by what was going on onstage, both comedically and dramatically. At Pretty Woman, I found myself checking the Playbill to see how many songs were left for me to make it through and anxiously comparing the size of my thighs to the dancers onstage to pass the time (ah, pre pro Body Issues, welcome back! We all thought you'd retired!)

Three guesses which show I'd choose to see again.

When I read that Waitress was closing, the first thing I did was panic and start marking pre January weekends where I would both be free and possibly have disposable income (I've never gotten to see the show, and frankly I would like too). My second reaction was, yes, to mourn the closure of a wonderful show, but it was mixed with hopeful anticipation. Waitress had a good long time in the sun, and just like a well lived life, eventually it must and should end. It's better, in my humble student opinion, to live with memories and cast albums (and regional productions) than the stodgy life of a show that's jealously clung to its Broadway berth through the tourist-and-date-night trade (*cough*Phantom*cough*). It's sort of like your 40 something mother taking selfies in booty shorts in an effort to prove she's still 'hip' and in her twenties. Cringe.

Ephemera is the nature of live performance, and probably part of its allure. And just like in the natural world, old things have to end so that new things can become. Waitress closing is a vital part of this cycle.

Broadway has a limited number of theaters. That's a hard and absolute fact. Maybe a quarter of them are effectively taken off the market for new shows by productions apparently cursed with immortality. Waitress has just opened up another spot both physically and creatively for a new project- hopefully something we haven't seen before- and I hope to God, Satan, and Sondheim that it doesn't get filled with another franchise spinoff, celebrity jukebox musical, or -Lin Miranda forbid - yet another revival.

Why the revival hate, though? Aren't revivals an major way to revisit the landmark and important musicals of the past and bring them to a new audience?

Well, yes. They are, especially when they're staged and presented with the emphasis on letting the music and words speak for themselves and giving the actors leeway to work with the material, without the typical levels of Broadway Extra (TM) and creative meddling from the producers. (The recent Lincoln Center staging of A Chorus Line is a good example of the stripped down style I'm talking about.) But even if they have their place, once again, revivals (while valuable and cool and all that) are Something We've Already Seen.

Let's take Newsies for example. A show with a huge fan base (mostly teen, mostly girls) who I frequently see wishing for a revival.

Now, I am a raging Newsies fan. Newsies is the show that got me started on attempting to make a profession out of dance and theater. I can sing both the OBC and Live albums back to front. I may or may not have had embarrassing crushes on certain cast and characters that I will take to my grave (I'll never tell and you'll never know, mwahhaha). So, do I love and worship ever iteration of this show? Yes. Do I wish I had been able to see either the Natl Tour or Broadway productions? Hell yes, with all my heart. Do I wish the Gatelli choreography was in any way accessible for me to learn? More than I want Broadway tickets to cost less than my soul, kidney, and hypothetical but unlikely first born combined.

But do I want a Broadway revival? Hell FUCKING No.

It's over, it's done, and it lives on in reinterpretation in regional and junior productions. Good. That, to be quite honest, is where it should belong.

It doesn't need to be rehashed on the biggest stages, and to be frank, neither do most of the ultra popular revivals that have been happening. (Yes, Ali Stoker is awesome and deserves the world, but Broadway does not need Oklahoma. If you need to see it that bad, go find a high school production somewhere. I recommend the midwest.) Broadway does not need 1776 (even though I am looking forward to it). Broadway does not need a Sweeney Todd revival (even though I want one like I want ice cream after suffering through jazz class in an un-air-conditioned studio on a 90 degree afternoon with no breeze. Seriously, I might be making sacrifices at my altar to this cause in the back of my closet).

Broadway needs musicals that are at least nominally original, and if not, come from something obscure enough (Kinky Boots, Waitress, Newsies) that they can make their own way. Barring that, investors, writers, and directors, please have the courage and decency to take established content in a new direction. Please, I'm begging you. I'd honestly-and-truly much rather sit through something that didn't try to shove the better version of itself down my throat even as it bored and annoyed me to tears. If I'm going to pay $80+ to sit through two hours of something terrible (and less engaging than my dancer body image issues) at least let me get my money's worth in unique horribleness.