Still-life.The best of my paintings:the hum ofa sad piano,a morning cigarette,and a graveside angel;all I ever wanted.
Note to SelfDate a librarian; they'll read you until your spine falls apart, and still love every page. They'll underline your highlights, your endless seas of profound poetry, as if they've mistaken your manatee appearance for a mermaid. They'll hang off the cliff of your chapter 15 and dive into the next page as if you're about to reveal what they've been looking for. And when they don't find it, they'll tear out your words letter by letter with a hush, asking you oh so sweetly to stay quiet. Finally, they'll bind your broken spine with tape and set you on the shelf for misplaced books until they forget you were ever there, but they won't be done with you. They'll never be done with you; even when it seems your pages, your rib cage and heart, is filled with nothing but dust.
.time will only heal yourwounds on the conditionyou'll let him prise themopen again, upon return
Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected. So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway. When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute. Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze."Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
Forbidden - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 1Forbidden - Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader~ Your P.O.V. ~Forbidden.Forbidden love stories.Those were my favorite ones ever since I was a little girl. Ever since I could remember myself. Ever since I could remember my mother reading those stories to me. Stories of forbidden loves. Stories of a princess falling for an unprivileged but nice guy. Stories of an angel falling for a demon, though still good. Stories of a human girl falling for an angel boy or the other way round.Stories of forbidden love.You may call me helplessly romantic but I just can't help it.Yes, those were and still are my favorite stories.Stories of two completely opposite people falling in love but not being able to be with each other. Of all the hardships they had to go through, all the obstacles and difficulties they had to overcome and all the pain they had to experience just so that they could be together.Together.In the end they would be together.That's how every story ended and t
Melodious  (CastielxReader)Song: River Flows in You - YirumaThat’s when I knew.The hunt was finished, it was over and done. This one ended a bit differently – Sam, Dean, Cas and you stayed to watch the remnants of the wendigo you killed burn out. It was solemn, the four of you realized that this was what you left in your wake. A trail of bodies, charred bones, smoking, putrid flesh. None of you really felt bad or sorry, however. These were monsters after all. A body count of millions on all of them.The four of you left, inevitably, but it seemed that in the time you spent at the site of the burning wendigo you had forgotten the exact path you had taken from the Impala, and you ended up straying.It wasn’t long until you found yourselves at a clearing in the forest where a house stood not marked on any map – rotting away and breaking down amongst a sea of swaying tall grass. Resourceful as you were, you couldn
Stubborn ~ DeanxReaderAll the movies? They’re wrong. It’s not as glorified as they say, and it’s a lot faster. Sudden. Less dignified. A small, disgusted smirk crossed your lips.You tried to change your thoughts, however. Make this less of a chick flick moment, those cheesy situations that Dean loathes so much, but you can’t. You just can’t banish his face from your mind. His laugh. His smile. Just him.And memories begin to flood your head.* * * *You swung the silver knife at the shifter’s head, standing protectively between it and your sister, Anya, who lay in a bloody heap on the floor.Her arm was scratched badly, and she clutched it to her chest, grimacing and trembling as she blinked up at you with wide brown eyes. Her black pleather jacket was torn and blood splattered her tight jeans. You could see a dark smear on the ground in front of her.“Damn it, Anya! Run!” you snarled at her, frantically dodging as the s
It's The Little Things (SupernaturalxReader)You felt like crap. Not only was it your time of the month, but you were also being cooked alive in the hot bunker, and everywhere ached. Stupid demons.Trying to face the day, you had got up and dressed only end up in what could solely be described as a 'weird!!!' position on the sofa- praying for it to swallow you up. You had taken all the pain meds you could, but you were still left clutching to your stomach like your insides were going to fall out and arching your back and shoulder to try and alleviate the hurt there.“What's up dumpling?” Dean called from behind as you scowl in distaste of his pet name for you. It wasn't even cute- purely for irritation purposes.“I'm fineeeee” you wailed into the pillow, earning a chortle from him as he lifted your legs and sat next to you. Sighing, you feel him begin to rub circles into your aching calfs. Yanking you head up in a almost violent motion, you focus and smile, “Just a tad achey and yanno..”
The Most Beautiful Woman (DeanxReader)You loved and cared for the Winchesters the best you could. Food would be on the table for them when they got out of the shower, and then tiredly you would trudge up the stairs, but you wouldn't even grumble. The motels were always tidy, clothes always clean and supplies replenished.But whilst the things you did for the boys made their lives easier and more pleasant, Dean loved you for you.To Dean you were the most beautiful woman he had ever regarded.He loved playing with your vibrant (h/c) hair, he loved the way you giggled at his pathetic jokes like they were actually funny, and he loved your kind nature. Dean knew you didn't love yourself, he knew you didn't see anything beautiful in the mirror and god damn that made you all the more special. He loved showing you how beautiful you were, whispering it in your ear when you were close in his arms, and watching the way you would shyly duck your head into his chest.Hunting with you was easier too, your smile would carry them
Company of Friends- Sam and Dean x ReaderWhen I die, let them judge me by my company of friendsLet them know me as the footprints that I left upon the sandLet them laugh for all the laughterLet them cry for laughter’s endBut when I die, let them judge me by my company of friendsThe Impala rushed down the road, eager to be far away from the terrible reality. A silence settled over the car like it rarely did- no music blaring from its speakers as Dean put all his focus on the road with a death grip on the wheel and Sam looked out the passenger window with a clenched jaw. In the air that rushed by, Dean swore he heard your laugh the one filled with squealed joy and ground his teeth as he fought back the tears pressing at his eyes.Never again.That laugh was gone and had taken with it the soft melodic giggles and the teasingly purred chuckles.All of it was gone.Sam suddenly let out a soft sad chuckle, the noise laced with nostalgia, and Dean responded with a low warning growl,
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