@darkwinganimus Finally Got To Do This Embarassingly Late....

@darkwinganimus would never feel pressured, always happy about the tag!

How cute is this??

Listened to Paint it black as a cover by Claudillea :)

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

Voting for Fandom of the Year at the 2016 Fandom Awards is now on Tumblr! Reblogs + likes = votes, make sure you vote before the round closes on 7/15.

Season 1 Stiles: expresses his feelings to Lydia

Season 1 Lydia: stays with Jackson

Season 2 Stiles: hints to Lydia at how he likes her

Season 2 Lydia: tells Jackson she loves him

Season 3a: panic attack kiss

Season 3a Stiles: doesn't mention the kiss again and moves along like nothing happened

Season 3a Lydia: hooked up with random guy, doesn't mention the kiss again and Aiden tells her he knew she liked him while she smiles at him

Season 3b stiles: sleeps with Malia, barely shares screen time with Lydia except for the last couple episodes

Season 3b Lydia: hooking up with Aiden again

Season 4 Stiles: is with Malia and barely shares screen time with Lydia

Season 4 Lydia: doesn't show much attention to stiles and starts voluntarily hanging around Parrish

Season 5a stiles: still with Malia, breakup out of nowhere, focused on having killed someone

Season 5a Lydia: hanging with Parrish helping him embrace who he is while working on her own powers, sitting in eichen, shows her feelings for Parrish by touching his hand (confirmed by Jeff)

Season 5b Stiles: working on bringing the pack together again, working on Scott and his relationship, 1 episode with stiles "saving" Lydia (lol bullshit), doesn't show any romantic feelings for Lydia , tries to fight the desert wolf for Malia

Season 5b Lydia: after the rescue doesn't pay much attention to stiles, stays with Parrish the entire episode after that, shows a lot of concern for Parrish, banshee and hellhound connection

Season 5b: ends with Lydia and stiles as only friends who have shown no romantic interest in each other

Season 6a stiles: REMEMBER I LOVE YOU

Season 6a Lydia: THE KISS IS WHEN IT ALL CHANGED, I NEVER SAID IT BACK, I THINK I LOVED HIM, WHEN I KISSED YOU *cries hysterically*

Stydiots: it's a slow burn

Me: error 404 not found

would be so cool to win that *_* #Supernatural

It’s time for another Supernatural Holiday Giveaway!!!

The winner will receive: 

-1 pair Supernatural sunglasses -1 Supernatural Runes Slouch Backpack -1 pair Anti-Possession Fingerless Gloves -1 Symbol Washed Scarf -1 Team Free Will Beanie -1 Devils Trap Candle -1 copy of “The Essential Supernatural” revised book

One runner-up will receive:

-1 sheet Supernatural Temporary Tattoos

The rules are as follows:

-must be following me to enter -to enter, reblog this post -you may enter by reblogging up to 10 times - likes and extra reblogs do not count as entries but won’t count against you -no contest blogs please! -contest will end at 11:59pm EST on January 2nd, 2016 -winner will be selected by random number generator -winner and runner up will be contacted by ask; askbox must be open -if winners do not respond within 24 hours other winners will be chosen -winners must be willing to provide addresses for prizes to be shipped -I will ship anywhere!

good luck!

Friendship with sun started

(via)

Also hope it all goes well with the photosynthesis.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

This is hilarious 🤣🤣

twilight au where smeyer is inserted into the world of her self-insert: or, who killed bella swan?

that fateful day at forks high began like all days at forks high did: by being described in excruciating, slow-paced detail.

today was no exception. after having a nightmare, bella got up, greeted the vampire in the corner (she was very observant), had a human moment, ate pop-tarts, slipped on a patch of ice, & scrabbled to her truck.

but today didn’t feel like a normal day. not bc the classrooms were empty or bc posters had been pasted up around school announcing a new student. instead, bella’s observant, effervescent mind made her feel this narrative setup in her bones. it was almost as if bella had the qualities of a third-person omnipresent narrator instead of a regular teenage girl.

sure enough, as soon as she stepped into the buzzing cafeteria, mike clasped a hand around her shoulder. “hey, bella!”

as you could probably guess by now, mike was in love with bella. she was an arizona girl that liked the rain. since girls from dry places didn’t like wet places, bella was not like the other girls.

“you’re just in time,” he continued. “the new girl’s about to arrive.”

bella chewed her lip. “oh. new girl?” she just had a nightmare about a girl, so it was weird that there was a new girl, just like in the nightmare she had. it was almost like bella was narratively  set up to have the power of premonition. almost.  

after rejecting several of mike’s sexual advances w/ patience & deference (as a good woman should), her eyes caught her statuesque white vampire bf from across the cafeteria.

today, edward’s eyes were a dandelion lemon starburst honeydew mangalope yellow, her favorite color. he wore a sleeveless white button-up that complimented his white undead face.   in one hand he held a red apple which he kept with him at all times in case an allusion to christianity or greek mythology popped up.

bella bit her lip, yearning to raw dog this edwardian gentleman.

“hey edward,” she said, going for a kiss & getting rejected, “did you catch the thoughts of the new girl yet? everyone’s talking about her. i think something’s up.”

but on the other end of the table, alice flailed around with a permanent marker, scribbling on a lunch tray.

edward gazed at the apple as if it were a symbol symbolizing his crisp, sweet desire for forced symbolism. “you’ve nothing to worry about,” he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“wait a sec. alice is having a vision,” bella said, eyes narrowing. “something’s up.”

“you’re too stubborn & observant for your own good,” edward murmured, looking angrily down at the apple. “like eve observing the serpent in the garden of eden.”

“she has incredible power; i can see it,” said alice, still flailing & seeing. emmett leaned over to glimpse her work. “& her name is stephenie…meyer?”

emmett said, “anyone else feel like alice’s drawing looks like joseph smith?”

& as if on cue, she entered.

bella’s mouth dropped open. a rush of estrogen washed over her. “holy crow,” she whispered.

with her brown hair & brown eyes & brown lashes & plain-but-beautiful face, only their fashion choices separated bella from the new girl. while bella wore a t-shirt & khaki skirt, stephenie dressed less like a feminist whore with her floor-length white maxi skirt, ivory turtleneck & beige cardigan. she also didn’t wear makeup. she was not like the other girls.

“persephone,” murmured edward, golden molten butterscotch honey topaz eyes glittering.  

she was gorgeous in a heterosexual way, like how bella felt about rosalie. like, so attractive bella could cry. but only because bella was insecure about her looks, not bc bella was gay or bi or whatever haha

bella touched his white forearm. “i told you to stop calling me that.”

“not you,” murmured edward. “stephenie meyer. the angel, come to hell. she’s as beautiful as you, my love.” bella’s heart melted. he lovingly rejected her kiss.

“she’s a god,” said alice, eyes shifting. “i can see it. she controls the universe. she’s rich, mormon, & fulfills her domestic duties just as a good woman should. i’m 100% straight but stephenie meyer would be my dream girl, hands-down.”

bella’s blood froze. wasn’t bella supposed to be alice’s vaguely homoerotic girl friend??

emmett’s eyes narrowed. “anyone else think she looks weirdly like bella?” but rosalie was too busy admiring her reflection in the face of her pearlmaster 39 diamond rolex watch w/ 18ct white-gold index dial & diamond-set oyster band, edward was ruminating over his soul, alice was still flailing, & jasper was daydreaming about licking daddy jefferson davis’ boots like the spineless confederate he was, yee haw

so only bella heard. panic bubbled in her chest. “what? stephenie meyer looks nothing like me.”  

at the sound her name, stephenie’s eyes locked on the cullens’ table.

edward’s sexy pale white hard marble triple-double-diamond vampire bod crumpled to the floor.

“edward, what’s wrong?” asked alice. she was concerned about edward because he apparently had redeemable traits that made the cullens care deeply for him, it’s just not relevant to bella’s story

“oh, god,” edward moaned in a murmur. “she’s reciting the word of god.”

the ripe, juicy, succulent, voluptuous red apple had smashed to bits in his clenched fist. this symbolized edward willing to do anything & everything to destroy his temptations so long as it fell within the confines of a PG-13 storyline.

“i’ve got to marry her,” he murmured possessively.

“if i wasn’t a product of stephenie’s festering insecurities, i would say she’s as pretty as me,” snarked rosalie. “but i’m too vain & catty for that.”

bella’s knees wobbled at rosalie’s voice. visions of rosalie stepping on her neck blipped through bella’s mind, which was def a real thing that could happen bc rosalie was an absolute goddess of a vampire with heels higher than the empire state building & thighs thicker than the brooklyn bridge, heterosexually speaking

“right?? if you put bella & stephenie next to each other, the only difference would—” emmett couldn’t finish his sentence bc all the cullens sans edward had a medical condition that prevented them from saying more than 25 words per 400 pages of text; it’s very common, you can google it

“we are not the same,” said bella, her voice rising. “edward, please! we don’t dress the same, act the same—you know we aren’t the same, don’t you?!”

edward turned broodingly to bella. “do you believe in god, my love?”

“i don’t know.” all bella knew of religion was her mother’s fad diets. “i’m either a keto or a lutheran. do lutherans have gods?”

“all my life i thought i was a soulless monster,” murmured edward. “& we could get into a thematically relevant debate about what it means to have a soul, but the detailed account of your morning has made it impossible for me to make a compelling case without sacrificing important exposition, so let’s forget i brought it up after this conversation. the point is, i’ve discovered i do have a soul. & she has given it to me.”

“wh-what are you trying to say??” said bella. “what does she have that i don’t?!”

“thoughts,” murmured edward. “not her own thoughts, but—”

“all she does is recite scripture!”

“she doesn’t just recite scripture,” murmured edward. “she is scripture. my scripture.”

he cried a single tear. bella’s tear—yes!, the same one he had eaten that fateful day in the meadow. it tumbled from his chiseled white cheekbone, crashing onto the bits of smashed apple below.

“no!” the true nightmare had just begun. edward didn’t love bella!

she passed out.

october

november

december

january

these were the only months bella learned in primary school, but she listed them all to make sure she didn’t have a concussion

meanwhile, the cullens & the student body of forks orbited stephenie, praising her & quoting the bible & reassuring her that, yes, despite her hoarding an absurd amount of wealth (& giving nothing back to the indigenous ppl she wronged), she would definitely be getting into the kingdom of heaven

what if stephenie had come to replace bella? what if stephenie was bella? or what if none of this was real? what if bella had passed out in the woods again & was being carried back home by a bare-chested sam? (no doubt the rosiest scenario, but hey, a girl can dream)

&, as if on cue, the cafeteria doors burst open.

“i heard there’s a new girl in town.”    

“jake!” bella said for no other reason other than to identify jake.

jake loomed in the doorway, a hulking eight feet & fourteen inches. instead of sporting his bare rippling abs & tight jorts, he wore a rippling xxxxxl t-shirt with Mormon Boys Are My Favorite Toys printed in rainbow lettering. over that he wore a turtleneck sweater. over that he wore a pinstripe suit w/ a monogrammed lapel; in fact, it seemed that every inch of jake’s typically objectified, UNDER-EIGHTEEN body was clothed.

behind him stood the quileute teens, all scowls.

“quick!” said jacob, throwing bella a shopping bag. “put this on & follow us!”

bella dropped the bag because she was clumsy, then she tripped over the bag because she was clumsy. bella was so clumsy. then she pulled out a bowling shirt, cuffed jeans, & doc martens. meanwhile, the crowd of students grew louder, larger.

“if you want to get out of here alive, you’re going to have to dress like the disaster bisexual you are,” said jake over the growing cheers of the student body. “now!!”

“jake, i can’t, you know i’m too het for these clothes!”

“het?? ok, strong disagree,” said leah, poking her head out from behind jake’s nine-foot-five frame.

at the sound of leah’s voice, stephenie shot her a glare. she & leah were natural enemies. for reasons.

from the back of the pack sam shouted, “we can have a healthy nuanced discourse on sexual orientation after we escape smeyer—hurry!”

“steph-en-ie! steph-en-ie!” cheers & howls drowned out the wolfpack. bella slipped into her new attire & bolted out of the cafeteria.

“wait, solike, what just happened?” bella asked. she could run alongside the pack even though she lived a completely sedentary lifestyle & was just described as clumsy. “who’s the new girl & why am i pretending to be bisexual?”

“‘pretending’?” leah smirked

jake said, “it’s smeyer. she’s writing a new book.”

“smeyer?”

“if you say her full name, you summon her.” jacob’s voice dropped to a murmur. “she’s trying to destroy her world.”

“her world? you mean ours?”

“not yet.” jake shook his head. “it’s her world. we are her world. & the more she adds to it, the worse it becomes.” they burst through the side door into the gloomy afternoon. “we’ve got to take back smeyer’s canon before it’s too late.”

“wha—holy crow, she has a cannon?    what?”

“jake, c’mon,” said sam, car keys jangling in his hand, “we can talk meta later. smeyer’s going to follow us if we stick around.”

bella’s head spun. “w-well if she knows where we are, who we are—how the hell are we gonna stop her?”

whipping out a pair of shades from the folds of his monogrammed lapel, jake said, “well honey, lemme tell ya.” he slid the shades over his steely eyes. “first things first: we reclaim her characters.”

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