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I don't know if anyone has really realized that I've been gone. But I have been. I was submitted to a mental health behavioral unit - a nice word for a place someone goes when theyre suicida. it's taken a lot to even log into my account, see the people I left behind, see the family I made and just forgot about for a time. but... I'm better. except, my account is no longer going to be in use. instead, if any of you are still interested - or even care anymore, I won't blame you if you dont, you can follow me on @nyctophilia_malefic on insta. Because I realized a lot of shit during my time in my unit and...I don't want to have an account on here for now. My account stopped me from realizing I actually needed help, and not just needing people to listen. I was sick - I still am - but it's getting better. I just wanted to let everyone here that still cares know... I'm alive. I'm here. I'm safe. But I'm leaving. Thank you all for being there when I needed you 💜

#Sucidal #trigger #warning

When you fall in love

its the need to be around that person all the time.

its loving their laugh and needing and loving

to hear their voice.

its doing what you can to make them talk, or laugh,

or just smile slightly.

its having them on your mind constantly.

its thinking about them even when you don’t think you are.

its having all your problems just disappear for even a second when they speak, because you feel like everything is better with them.

its your heart fluttering when you see them, or you get a message from them.

its wanting to talk to them no matter what because their voice is calming to you.

its having them on your mind all the time, and whether or not you mean to,

its having them in the best light. its trying your best to make them happy,

letting them rant, being there for them.

its doing everything you can to see them smile even a bit because it makes

your heart flutter, your mind go blank,

and your stomach twist in a good way.

#Not spn #My writing #Tumblr writing #One shot

He knew he made the wrong choice.

The moment the words, “In short, the two people who love you most in this world,” fell from his best friends mouth.

He realized then. All the running around, finding cases, caring for each other, and the sullen looks they’d share when no one else was looking.

All of a sudden, everything made sense. His face fell and his hand went lack in Mary’s. All this time, with the tea and the lingering touches...

He knew he made the wrong choice when his stomach fell and he heart stuttered.

This is the moment, after everything they’d been through, that he realizes he’s made the wrong choice, and a huge mistake.

#Sherlock #Not spn #My writing #Tumblr writing #One shot

The way your name falls from his lips

and when he tells you

that it’s not forever

you push down the pain and

breath out that

you don’t care because you’d rather

have him breath your name out in small gasps

than not have him say it at all

because you’re already in love

for the past four years

so even if it hurts you

you’ll take the risk

#My writing #Tumblr writing #One shot

The closet. That dark thing in your room where you throw all your clothes and curtains and things you just feel you don’t need anymore. The thing is, those aren’t alone in there. The thing in there, you don’t see it. The thing in there, you don’t feel it.

But it sees you. It watches you. It knows you better than you know yourself.

You won’t ever see it. The thing you do see, is the shadow of itself. It doesn’t have a name - for it would have to be seen to be named. It has no face, no body, no arms, no legs. It is a shadow is what it really is.

You can look for it’s face, go ahead, try it. You can watch it as it watches you, your eyes flickering over it’s non-existent body, trying to find something human about it.

You won’t.

Don’t look at it for too long. It’ll take your breath if you do. If you stare at it, you’ll slowly stop breathing, your heart will race, your eyes will widen, your body will lean forward towards it.

Don’t look for too long. It’s the only warning you will get. One and only. You have one chance to look away in time if you try and search it.

The closet. It’s where it hides with the things you don’t need, the things you’ve hidden, the bones you don’t want people to see.

You’ve had your warning.

Don’t look at it for too long.

Don’t open the closet.

Don’t ask to see it.

Now, well, now that you’ve had your warnings, my dear little thing, close your eyes and fall asleep. It only comes out then, little thing, so believe me when I say you won’t have to see it.

Now sleep.

#creepy writing #My writing #Tumblr writing #Stay-inside-the-salt-ring #One shot

In all the deaths, and all the things he’d gone through, this was worse. He’d gone through things people couldn’t even think of. He’d been taken over by a god, pushed from his throne, traveled through time, killed many people, lost those he’d cared about.

But this was worse. Sitting around this fire, the peach in his hand, pain ripped through his body. Not physical, no. Although it was so thorough it could’ve been.

The man he’d loved - who he’d lived a life with when they went back in time, who he’d given up a throne for, who he’d seen in so many different, who he’d seen live through even a blade in his body - was dead.

The fire was warm on his skin when the peach rolled from his palm, crackling slightly in the flames as they licked it. His eyes filled with tears, and he gasped in a deep shuddering breath.

#The magicians #My writing #One shot #Tumblr writing

⥷•⭃

I remember his eyes were blue. I had thought that they were the colour of the sea. Or crystal. His hair had been a dirty blonde. I remember he had a Pompadour haircut - I remember because my best friend had one also. He had been tall. Taller than me by at least four feet.

I remember his shirt had been a green. Nephritis green. I thought he’d looked good in the shirt. I remember his pants had been black. Or possibly grey. I shouldn’t have thought anything about him. I shouldn’t remember his shirt colour. I shouldn’t remember his pants. But I remember how he asked me my name.

I said it was Cassiopeia Neoma. Cassiopeia means vain. Neoma means new moon. In all, my name means the vain new moon. He thought it was unique. He thought a lot of things about me were unique. He told me he liked the way my name sounded when I said it. He told me he liked my shirt. He said he liked the way I took my coffee. I should have told someone about what he said.

I remember him talking. I must have been too interested in the tone of his voice than the words. I remember how his fingers felt on my lower back. I remember how it felt possessive. He guided me out of the café like that. People must have thought he was my older brother. They must have thought that his smile was too warm and knowing for just meeting me. If they would have asked, I wouldn’t have agreed. I didn’t see it. I hadn’t realized how familiar he seemed. It was wrong.

He was too warm, and too understanding, and it made me feel too safe. I remember him telling me that he wanted to show me a new café near the one we were already at. I had agreed, telling him that I had nowhere else to be. I shouldn’t have told him I had nowhere to be. I should’ve said that I had a friend waiting on me. He was nice and he was confident and I had found it attractive.

It was a mistake to tell him that I had no one waiting for me. I hadn’t learned anything from knowing other women went missing. I should’ve known from the way his eyes had lit up from those words. He gained more confidence after I said it. He’d said that he wanted to take a shortcut to the café - he wanted to show me a canal first. I had followed him. I never got to see the water canal. I remember his hand covering my mouth. I remember the muffled scream that came from me. I remember how I elbowed his stomach, earning a grunt from him. I remember it didn’t help at all. He was strong, and he was bigger than me, and I had already made myself vulnerable. I hadn’t thought about it.

There were a lot of things that were wrong about when he first talked to me. None of them hit me until later. I didn’t even think about them when his hand was over my mouth and nose, cutting off my breathing. When something like that happens, you don’t think about what went wrong. Fight or flight kicks in. I tried to fight. Then I tried to get away. Neither worked.

I remember how he murmured my name into my hair. I remember the black spots that came into my vision. He was strong. His hand fit almost completely over my mouth and nose. His arm had been wrapped around my waist, hugging me close to him. The last thing I thought of before it actually went black was wrong.

I remember thinking that his eyes were blue.

#My writing #Cassiopeia #Tumblr writing #Short story

He isn't sure when the song comes on. Hell, he isn't paying enough attention to even realize that the radio is even on before the lyrics process in his mind, and his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

No I don't believe you, when you say don't come around here no more

He can feel his throat close up, and his chest constrict. He has to pull over then, the tires of the car spitting up dust around him. But he doesn't turn it off. He just sits there and listens, his body tense and waiting and just there.

I won't remind you, you said we wouldn't be apart

It's just a song, he reminds himself. God dammit it's just some stupid song playing on some damned radio station that he should reach forward and change so he won't have to hear this. Because now it's like everything was doing it's best to remind him, hey Winchester, you fucked it up, good job.

It's just a song. Nothing more than a song.

No I don't believe you, when you say you don't need me anymore

He didn't need Dean, hell he didn't want Dean. He had left and he had taken every part of Dean within the last years with him. He'd taken Dean's entire soul when he walked out the door, his fingers grasped around it like a lifeline.

So don't pretend to, not love me at all

There was so much Dean could say. There was so much he could do to fix it. He leaned forward, resting his head against the steering-wheel, his eyes burning from the tears threatening to spill.

It's like one of those bad dreams, when you can't wake up

He'd ruined it. He'd ruined it all. He'd let Cas turn and walk out the door and for some damned reason he hadn't rushed forward and taken Cas' hand, or his arm, or grabbed for his trench coat. He hadn't done a thing but watch the angel walk out.

It's like the way we fight, the times I've cried

He wants to stop it, he wants it back to normal. Hell, he wants Cas to fucking talk non-stop about how the bees need help because the humans aren't treating them right, or how the polar bears needs to be protected, or how he was gonna bring a damn cat home one day.

We come too close, and every night, the passion's there

When he speaks, his voice comes out low and raw, and he can already hear the emotions underlying them. He already knows when that name comes from his mouth he's going to try and fix this. He's going to try and show Cas he cares. He's going to pull Cas flush against him when the angel appears and hold him. He's going to listen to his problems about his powers.

So don't pretend to, not love me at all, 'Cause I don't believe you

"Cas....I need you."

#My writing #spn #Destiel #Dean winchester #Castiel #tumblr writing #AO3 account #Stayinsidewiththeangels

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Omega Sex Headcanons

• Contrary to popular belief, Omegas actually enjoy sexy times with their partners a lot. Omegas love sex

• Omegas are the most receptive dynamic and enjoy receiving sexual attention

• They crave sex just as much as Alphas but rarely admit it

• Omegas have the longest and most intense orgasms

• Pain mixed with pleasure

• Omegas are generally submissive in the bedroom and enjoy to have their Alpha (or partner) be the one in charge

• No one submits better than an Omega. It drives an Alpha crazy

• “You are gonna be a good girl and let me have you wherever I please, my sweet Omega”

• The touch of an Alpha alone can make an Omega highly responsive and ready to follow their every wish

• Omegas may look shy and timid; however, they can be extremely kinky (with the right partner)

• Let’s just say that knotting is not fancied only by Alphas. No one takes a knot better than an Omega

• “Take my knot like the good Omega you are”

• Omegas will never admit it right away, especially to strangers, but they like getting roughed up. Dominate them

• They might not be the one to suggest experimentation in the bedroom, but will definitely try anything to make their partner happy

• Omegas are the dynamic that is most focused on pleasing their partner and giving in to their deepest desires

• Lots of breathtaking lingerie and accessories such as garters, chokers, handcuffs

• Omegas look good with and without clothes. Expect lots of effort from them. Both inside and outside of the bedroom

• The most preferred position among Omegas is doggystyle, deeper and rougher

• Alpha/Daddy kink

• Choking kink

• Size kink

• Slight bondage

• No one can resist the feminine allure and the sweet Omega scent

• Delicious slick everywhere

• Omegas generally have sex either with their mate or with a trusted partner to avoid complications

• Claiming generally occurs during sex

• Omegas do not want to be bred constantly. Use protection, unless trying to get pups!

• Omegas cannot give consent during heats. The matter needs to be settled beforehand

• Let’s be honest, intimate moments with an Omega are an intense experience and masculine partners consider Omegas the goddesses of sex 💕

omegaverse-seeker

Random Alpha Headcanons

Since this week was Alpha week, technically, I decided to come out of my trenches and actually write up some headcanons. These will all seriously be random and if I reuse someone’s or my own, call me out so I can link and tag. I am but a fool.

Not sure if I had already done random Alpha headcanons before, but I’m doing them now and we are going to have fun damn it.

The jacuzzi tub was made by an Alpha who wanted to fit in a tub.

Alphas are thought to always run hot, but in actuality their body temperature goes only a bit higher when their bonded mate is feeling cold.

Alpha/Alpha have a stronger physical bond than anything else in comparison to other pairing bonded couples.

Alphas gossip a lot, more than any other dynamic.

When it comes down to becoming feral, Alphas are the ones who are the quickest to become feral and also the easiest to calm down.

Although they are the strongest dynamic, their strength is only during protecting their mates or themselves and never for anything petty.

Alphas aren’t as stoic and angry as people think that they care.

There are more Alpha dancers than other dynamics. They are taller, more nimble on their feet, and strong.

^ Same goes for models, there are more Alpha models than other dynamics.

Alphas cannot get pregnant.

Alphas get just as much time off as their counterparts for ruts and paternity(/maternity) leave.

They tend to scare more easily than the other two dynamics. This is because they are ready to protect as well as big scaredy cats

They are the hairiest dynamic. This is because they are always trying to keep their partners warm.

Alpha/Alpha are physically passionate lovers.

You’d see more Alpha cops or EMTs than you would see firefighters and/or doctors.

A lot of Alphas actually have cats.

The biggest hobby that Alphas have is puzzling.

Holy fuck tag your nsfw images please

I thought I did tag. My bad

writinginthesecrettrees

(I kinda think Jared doesn't know about the cameras) OH.MY.GOD. I'm in //love// with the idea that Jared has NO clue about the cameras, and Jensen plans to keep them a secret until he catches his (petulant) little puppy breaking the rules again. Touching himself even though his Dom had given him explicit instructions not to that day. (1/2)

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i cant be the only one who craves the feeling of reading dystopian novels and wanting to be a part of it but now it doesn’t feel the same and you feel like you’re looking for a piece of yourself that doesn’t exist anymore :)

raindancedanii

Sam lost his virginity to Dean in the backseat of the Impala, you can't change my mind

castyel

I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand. - Benjamin Alire Sáenz

bijoharvelle

Sam’s driving when they stop somewhere along the stateline between West and Virginia.

“What are we doing here?” Jack asks, but his words are content, like whatever the answer is will be fine.

“Everyone out,” is all Sam says in response.

And they all pile out and Sam, wordless, sits on the hood of the Impala and tilts his head up. And…yeah. Okay. Because the mountains, and the trees, and the stars swirling above. It’s enough of a reason for a pit-stop.

Cas wanders a little further out into the field that casts out on the side of the road. It’s just dusk, so there are still colors in the sky, brilliant pinks and oranges and purple. Dean moves to stand next to him – it’s nice to do that without pretending to have something to say, making up some reason for the closeness. It’s nice to just lean into Cas’s space.

Cas turns and gives him a smile and Dean returns it, as easy as breathing. The angel is still learning relationship and public displays of affection, so when he slides his first two fingers into Dean’s front pocket, Dean doesn’t say anything. Maybe that would be their version of holding hands or something.

Dean huffs an amused sound, almost a laugh, and slings his arm up, over Cas’s shoulders. “Pretty nice, huh?” he says, lifting his chin to indicate the spread of the horizon, the mountains, the trees. Or maybe just the whole of the night, the road-trip. The empty road with no destination before them. The two of them standing in an empty field to the side of Route 19.

Dean’s thumb is caught up against the shoulder seam of Cas’s coat, under the flap of the collar. He’s letting it run side-to-side and you could probably call it a caress, if you were writing that kind of story.

Dean has his eyes just tilting to Cas, so he doesn’t miss the smile when it comes. Watching Cas smile is still something close to religious ecstasy, Dean thinks. He can still remember, memory caught in amber, sitting on a park bench in October and thinking it odd that an angel smiled, that he made an angel smile.

Anyway, Cas is looking out at the sky or the stars or the mountains or the trees and he smiles and he nods. “Yes.”

Dean hears the click and wind of Eileen’s camera, but he ignores it. Maybe is happy to hear it. He’d like a relic of this moment.

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dmsilvisart

This is beautiful!

#destiel