DM: There’s Also A Door Behind You

That Pharmacist is a Fae and doing Fae things for good

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

Apollo: *twirling his hair giggling* isn’t he cute!!

Rachel:that is a war criminal

Apollo:look he has more beige flags than red ones!!! He isn’t that baaad

Rachel:those flags are brown.. from dried up blood

Apollo:he called me cute *kicking his legs*

rip Narcissus, you would have loved flexing in the mirror at the gym

btw dating sucks as a concept.

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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. 

"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out"

- The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene II

I need to know if this is true because it is amazing!!! XD

What You Want

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1578

A/N: Written for @thewhiterabbit42’s Disney Writing Challenge quote #1 from Beauty and the Beast: “I want to do something for her… but what?”/ “Well, there’s the usual things – flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep…” You’re feeling down and Castiel wants to do something special for you. Fluff.

The blue-eyed seraph sighs. It’s not any old run of the mill lungful of lament. Rather, his ribcage expands and contracts expelling a celestial force gale wind to roil the adjacent air of the bunker’s library. The atmospheric onslaught ends in an aggravated thundering grumble of a particularly naughty Enochian curse that would make the high pontiff himself the Pope blush, but which, meaning incomprehensible to present company, flushes no flesh.

Seated downwind, hair ruffled in the frustrated gust, Sam peers up from his vantage point across the table and closes the cover of the lore book propped in the nook of his lanky stacked legs. He ponders his angelic friend’s blustery expression for a split second and tentatively asks, “You say something, Cas?”

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