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This is from a wip that's being very very slowly written in which Clayton and Matthew return to Clayton's childhood home. You get more than one sentence because I couldn't decide which one I liked best XD

(“I’m the one that named you,” she had whispered to him, when he was a child. “Your name means ‘carried by God.’ Your pa says he chose it, but it was me.” He still regrets losing it.)

another spn snippet, because at some point ‘yknow, for all that i obsessed over spn in high school, i dont think i actually ever wrote a single word of fic for it. i wonder how well i can characterize them while i still really early in catching up’ got crossed with ‘man, cas and crowley for SURE hatefucked at some point’ so here is one of the few sfw snippets of That wip, because i love thinking abt cas’ relationship to the winchesters

Castiel blinks. “I’ve done much worse than this for the Winchesters.”

Strangely, the statement makes Crowley smile, a look of delight ripping across his face in brief. “Oh, you certainly have, haven’t you?” Crowley says amicably. Almost thoughtlessly, he reaches out to play with Castiel’s tie between his fingers, twirling it over and back. “Guess I forget, sometimes, how much more you were before they came into the playing field.” He jerks his chin up. “You’ve died – what, three times, now? Four? Not to say how many you’ve fallen from grace. How many wounds you’ve taken, how much torture you’ve endured, how many times you’ve lost your mind, the innumerable friends you’ve lost, that war they cost you – “

Castiel swats the hand away from his tie. “Get to the point.”

“ – all,” Crowley continues, as if he hadn’t heard anything, “for the Winchesters.” He looks up from under his lashes with a sly grin. “And what have they done for you in return? Nobody cares if you’re broken, Cas,” he mimics, sudden and harsh, and the sound of it doesn’t quite cover up Castiel’s sharp intake of breath. “Nobody cares about your little pissing match with Raphael. That was them, right?”

“They were hurt.”

“You sound like an abused spouse, angel.” Crowley rolls his shoulders, his neck as he fixes Castiel with the kind of look he gets when he knows, with absolute certainty, that he is right. Castiel hates that look. “They didn’t mean it. They can change. Because you love them.” Castiel doesn’t know exactly when Crowley took his tie back in hand again, but it trails up the fabric, and Castiel can feel the palm of it – unnaturally warm with the blood of hellfire – press against his chest, the place where his heart beat as a human. “And what have they done for you in return, Castiel?” he says, soft and persuasive. “Little hanky panky means nothing to you, you’ve said it. But if you were trapped, and I asked them, what do you think they’d do? Think Dean would be willing to do the bare minimum to help you out?” He cocks his head. “Have they ever even thanked you?”

She’s wrist-deep in soil when Grog gets back from the gym, and she can’t help but laugh when he comes into the backyard and she sees that his tank top is just as soaked with sweat as hers. He grins widely at her and walks back into her garden, and Keyleth feels her heart do something funny in her chest at how careful he is around her plants.

“Something edible or something pretty?” His voice is as warm as the sun that he blocks when he stands in front of her, and Keyleth laughs again and tosses her head in a futile effort to get a wayward lock of hair out of her face; Grog’s the one who starts laughing when she only succeeds at making more hair fall out of her bun.

“Shit. Uh, in answer to your question, it’s both.” Keyleth tries to blow a strand of hair off her eyelash, sighing and pulling her hands free when it doesn’t work, carelessly brushing the dirt off her fingers. She looks down at them to see how clean they are before suddenly Grog’s knees come into view, and she raises her head again to see he’s crouched in front of her, smiling widely as he reaches for her head.

“Here, I’ll fix it, and then you can tell me what’s both edible and pretty.” His hands are careful as he pulls the hair tie free, and Keyleth watches his shoulders shift while he gently gathers up all the hair that tumbles down, including the strands stuck to the sweat on her face and temples, and puts it in a high ponytail. He smiles when he’s done, his teeth bright against his dark skin, and Keyleth can’t help but lean forward to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Grog responds immediately, turns his head enough to kiss her back sweetly, one hand dropping to cradle the back of her neck, and Keyleth lets it linger for a long moment before pulling back to smile at him. Grog smiles back at her and gently squeezes her neck before letting go, voice softer than normal in the quiet of her garden.

“What was that for?” His eyes are bright, and Keyleth feels happiness bubbling up inside her as she shrugs, reaches back down into the soil for something to ground herself with.

“Just because.” It’s the only answer she has to give, but Grog just nods like he understands; he leans forward and kisses her forehead before settling back and smiling.

“Okay.” There’s no expectation in his voice, and Keyleth ducks her head for a moment, feels the breeze against her neck and spreads her fingers in the dirt, smiling to herself when Grog’s hand appears in her field of vision as he rests it lightly between hers. “So, edible and pretty, huh?” There’s a hint of laughter in his voice, and that makes Keyleth looks back up at him.

“Yes…?” She’s a little confused, but when Grog’s grin shifts into a smirk and he raises his eyebrows at her she realizes exactly what he’s about to say.

“So, you?” He winks as he says it, and Keyleth can feel her tan skin grow even darker as she flushes, but she still can’t hold back her laugh.

Molly spends a lot of time awake that night, thinking about tracing lines between the freckles scattered over Caleb's shoulders.

He couldn’t tell you where it started - the desire to copy constellations from the sky and Caleb’s eyes to skin. Invisible designs for intangible feelings. Soft touches and warm kisses to counter a hard, cold world that waited for them in the morning. Sometimes couldn’t even bother to do that.

Well, perhaps that was a small lie. He wouldn’t be able to pin down when a young, silly tiefling tumbled into their first love (as far as he knew), but he could sure look back on the day Caleb’s freckles entered his life and thereafter entrenched themselves in Molly’s life.

Disney Aesthetic: Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

To one of my other best friends who also helped me survive this month and read through my whole story to help with editing.

hellll yeah!! this is from a Frenchie POV ficlet I'm picking away at

He doesn’t know why he's so worried about witches when there’s a demon right here, living in their captain’s quarters.

Oooh, thanks friend!! 1) Name a movie that makes you feel like a kid again Hmmm. So I'm an unrepentant former horse kid, and I'll probably have to go with The Black Stallion. Something about it still feels so magical to me, and reminds me vividly of being a kiddo and wanting nothing more than to have a horse, and maybe get trapped on a deserted island so I could befriend said horse. (I mean lets be real I kind of still want this XD) It's a beautiful movie that feels a lot like nostalgia for a time when things were simpler.

11) Name your favourite sound The sound of waves crashing on a beach, the patter of rain on the roof of my tent, and the still quiet of late night in the country and watching the stars turn above you.

28) Name something that makes you feel like yourself Two things really come to mind - when I cut my own hair, and when friends call me nicknames that I enjoy. Both are lovely little validations of "here you are, in this time and space" - cutting my own hair in the way of "and you create who you are, and can shape yourself in beautiful ways unknown" and nicknames from friends in the way of "we know you, and we see you, and we love you for who you are." Old nicknames feel like a lovely reminder of shared history, and new ones feel like joyful transformation.

Thanks for the ask friend!!