Author of Stuff

I write...well stuff...fanfictions,poems, stories...etc...

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[lazita]

i swear i have reblogged this today like sooo many times, its so nice 

[zadihaj-deactivated20160624]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

[busiest]

i love this

[millielaurens]

i cant even stop watching this

[walkonmemories-deactivated20180]

such smooth

very lips

wow

[neurodivergent-crow]

reblogging for doge

[the-sweetest-poison-icing-deact]

Tfw you accidentally delete your reblog aghh

[thatshamelessyaoishipper]

Okay, so I’m about 99% sure that this was not intended by the creators but…

You know how we call Yuri on Ice “yoi” for short?

Well, yoi in Japanese (written as either 酔い or 酔) means drunkenness or the state of being drunk.

I want to say that the creators didn’t plan this but, Hell this show has meaning hidden everywhere so I can’t even tell you that it’s an overinterpretation because it might just not be.

[jimmyrichards13]

God and supernatural

So the casting crew is considering casting Jeffrey Dean Morgan(john winchester) as god, which means chuck is not god. Chuck would the angel jeremiel, who had visions and dreams of the future, he also made people review their lives. Which is why Sam and Dean reviewed the books, to see how their lives have been written.

[yaoiislove13]

This is the same exact place, the place in which this supernatural episode “playthings” was filmed is where part of fifty shades of grey was filmed not too long ago. The same exact pool house. Which mean that Grey’s parents home is the same home in which Sam and Dean stayed at and investigated. YIL13

[jimmyrichards13]

Connection between the Bible and Supernatural

So basically we all know about Cain and Abel and their story. We also know about Dean and Sam who are playing out the same story. But what about Adam? Who is he in this story? Well here’s your answer. Cain and Abel had a third brother. Seth whom not many people know about. Even though he is the grandfather of humanity. We also kinda forgot about Adam and we never really knew him. Same for Seth.  But what even more interesting is that the Winchester’s aren’t related to Cain by lineage but by being a lot of greats uncle and being the brother of Seth who is actually the blood line in which the Winchester’s come from.  Cain’s family died. Abel never was able to find love,killed. Seth had a child who fathered humanity. So yeah…that’s just my theory. By the way, Cain was the oldest, Abel the middle child and Seth the youngest. Dean the oldest, Sam the middle child and Adam the youngest. J.R.

[brotps-and-otps]

Cool, so Adam is going to be like the father of something?

[jimmyrichards13]

Yup basically Adam will be the one to live...even though he is still...in hell....spoiler alert: the hot ones die. Adam is cute though.

[jimmyrichards13]

Connection between the Bible and Supernatural

So basically we all know about Cain and Abel and their story. We also know about Dean and Sam who are playing out the same story. But what about Adam? Who is he in this story? Well here’s your answer. Cain and Abel had a third brother. Seth whom not many people know about. Even though he is the grandfather of humanity. We also kinda forgot about Adam and we never really knew him. Same for Seth.  But what even more interesting is that the Winchester’s aren’t related to Cain by lineage but by being a lot of greats uncle and being the brother of Seth who is actually the blood line in which the Winchester’s come from.  Cain’s family died. Abel never was able to find love,killed. Seth had a child who fathered humanity. So yeah…that’s just my theory. By the way, Cain was the oldest, Abel the middle child and Seth the youngest. Dean the oldest, Sam the middle child and Adam the youngest. J.R.

[jimmyrichards13]

The Pianist

I used to watch her as she played that tall, dark cherry wood grand piano, Its cords vibrated with every sound and movement, humming with her song. The hammers inside hit the cords in a graceful manner and the gold painted strings would respond back as if in a conversation with those that hit it. The piano’s lid was perched atop a small sturdy pole, notched into place. The piano weighed at least a ton in its enormity, with its three legs, giving it support, the structure of the original design had not changed in the least since it had been created. The dark cherry wood used to be darker, but even now its beautiful dark red color still shone like when it had first been created. Even now that piano sat in the same old room, decorated with pictures of Paris and women in big dresses, men wearing ties and tuxes, the regal look of men during the 1800’s. The room had four walls painted a soft pale blue with off white trim. Two of the walls were extremely long and the other two not quite the same but a bit more than most normal house walls, one of the walls had two doors leading to garden. The doors were also off white to match the trim, On one of doors was a painting of a treble cleft in the middle of its nine window like panels. The other door had one panel of glass, a flower design, etched into its very essence, sprung to life, opened and content to be there. A small dark cherry wood table adorned the corner to the right of the piano. Papers linger against the smooth, unstained top, some fallen off and gracing the light oak floor with their presence. The table was about the size of an average coffee table, but taller. Rose petals decorated the top, dark crimson red with a lighter tone of red to give it dimension and shape, a character if you will. The petals lay on a pair of silver glasses with a jeweled chain linking from one glass frame to the other, modern yet old. The glasses had a tone of blue to the frames and whenever worn these glasses had a true magic to them, a beauty and individuality. only one person ever wore them, and she hated them but knew that they were special and helped her see, helped her play and write. She hated them so. This woman who wore glasses, played the piano, built the piano from the bottom up, and created this room just for her, just for her and that cherry wood piano. The woman was about 5,3 and very high-strung in her ways,often angry and mad at herself, her heart weak and dying, depression had taken a great toll on her, as she no longer smiled nor even tried to. Her long silky golden brown hair, curled into little spirals, rolled off of her shoulder and decorated her chest and back. She would often wear a lilac colored, long sleeved shirt, one that poofed at the end of the sleeves,and had ruffles along the neck and buttoned piece, even the cuffs too. Along those ruffles was a lace like fabric, spattered with flowers. A light black skirt would be worn to give the outfit a formal yet casual look. It did not shine or even glimmer, but it had a soft look to it, and those sun touched panty-hose would make her legs look smooth, without a single blemish. The most beautiful part of her, was her face. She had lips of a smooth, pink blossom, delicate to the touch yet still dangerous. Her eyes were a bright gray-blue color, almost like a winter’s sky during a sunny day, bright and full of life, but also sorrowful and mournful. Her nose was of the finest, delicate but pointed and well shaped. Next to that were two soft cheeks of a light pink ribbon, guided along her cheekbone,and led off in the faded distant eye area. Her face was delicate and beautiful like a painting. This woman, her hands calloused and bony, with long and graceful fingers, touched each key. Her hands would moved fluidly across them;black, white and dusty. Her back would bend right, left, back, and forward in dramatical way that made her hair splay across her back like a waterfall, bouncing with every breath and click of her wrist. Her feet would step on the gold pedals directly under the belly of the piano, making the note last. Her eyes closing, her lips opened and closed as if to speak the words with which the piano could not. She spoke for the piano because she could understand it. She was a true pianist whose heart was sorrowful and confused. She was part of the piano, and the piano was part of her.