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You are the one I get all my spn drama news from, which I really like because I have the same mindset as you about it. But it also leads to me trying to explain things to my friendgroup at times. They ask me "why the spn fandom upset" and I cobble together a basic understanding of what happened through your reblogs and posts. It's kind of hilarious.
Oh god haha, I’m so sorry (but glad you enjoy my blog!)
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Merry Christmas, @cosenangel!
Happy Holidays Suzanna! (not pictured is Derek's loft full of wayward animals that Stiles has adopted over the years)
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Hi! I've been looking for ages for a fic where sheriff stilinski become an alpha werewolf. It's the alpha-pack that turns him (I think). The part I really remember is that he's from a family where, as soon as they get turned to wolves, they become alphas. His family comes to visit to check up on him because they felt it, and knew he had never wanted to be turned. It's either sterek or steter but I can't remember. Thank you so much, you are a god send!
Hey @cosenangel! @ander-s and @teenwerewoofs found this one for you!
That BAMF Thing? Hereditary by Onlymystory
(7/7 I 14,986 I Mature I Sterek)
Look, Stiles is a BAMF. He's got google-fu like nobody's business, plus he's pretty handy with a bat. But the thing is, his badassery? Inherited. But Stiles is about to learn that everybody has secrets and Sheriff Stilinski's are a doozy.
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Honestly, your talk about Deaton gave me a huge understanding for him as a character. I might not like him, but I have now a huge respect for him and how he acts. It explained a lot. So a huge thank you!
I’m so glad!! I think it’s so important that we are able to look at characters outside the scope of our own worldviews, especially characters of other races/creeds/cultures than ourselves.
I didn’t realize until very recently that so much of fandom just didn’t get him, but I think it’s very reasonable if you don’t have the background or perspective on it! God knows I had friends threaten to jump out of moving vehicles when my dad started telling long-winded stories to us as kids 😂
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“Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!” that would be hilarious. Any ship you want, just gimme! (Love you)
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months turned to years. The tiny spark of hope that used to light up within Rey every time she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye slowly died out. She was forced to accept the fact that no matter how many time she whispered the words be with me, she would never get a reply. Ben Solo was gone, and he’d taken a part of her soul with him.
Which was why the sight of a dark-haired man sitting at her kitchen table didn’t fill her with joy but with fury. Violent, uncontrollable fury.
“Rey.” Ben dropped the spoon he’d been holding into the bowl of cereal he’d clearly stolen from her pantry and stood up. His large frame made her moderate-sized kitchen look like a room in a doll house.
“How dare you.” Rey let go of her grocery bags and charged forward. A confused frown formed on his face as he watched her approach. She had no idea how he’d thought their reunion would go, but he clearly hadn’t expected being punched in the face.
Her fist connected with his chin. He staggered backwards. She swung again, but this time he managed to catch her wrist before the punch hit his nose.
“I thought we were past this,” he said, his voice coated with exasperation and a hint of amusement.
“And I thought you were dead.” Rey tried to pull away, but his grip was like a manacle. She reached for the lightsaber dangling from her belt. Before she could reach it, her other wrist was just as stuck as the first one.
“You’re angry.”
“Of course I’m angry! You let everyone believe you were dead for three years, and then you break into my apartment and... and you ate all my cereal!” Her eyes filled with tears. His hands were warm and strong and solid, and, most importantly, real. He was there. He was back.
“I came as soon as I could,” he said softly. “I was... stuck. Somewhere. Not dead, not alive, but... somewhere in between. If it hadn’t been for your voice, I would have been trapped there forever.” He pulled her closer. “I heard you, Rey. I followed your voice, and I found my way back.”
Rey tore her wrists out of his hands and threw herself at him, once again catching him by surprise. Her lips found his. He let out a startled gasp before wrapping his arms around her, deepening the kiss, his desperation matching hers. She buried her fingers in his hair, clinging to him like her life depended on it. He was back. He was really, truly back.
She pulled back slightly, breathlessly looking up at him. Her eyes were still blurry. “I mourned you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I...”
“I know. I felt it.” His arms tightened around her. “I’m sorry it took me so long. Please, Rey... Tell me it’s not too late. Tell me you still want me to be with you.”
She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. In his dark eyes, she saw the part of herself she’d been missing for three years staring back at her. The second half of her soul. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled.
���Be with me.”
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Is it acceptable to make sushi out of magicarps? I mean, I like magicarps because they look stupid but I kinda wanna taste it.
Acceptable? Well, the word’s out on that one. You see, magikarp are extremely difficult to eat because their scales are extremely resilient, their evolutionary threshold makes them likely to evolve into gyarados before you can even try, and it’s very difficult to get much meat out of them at all. Even when you do get meat out of them, what you’ll get is so waxy that it’s practically inedible. Add all of these factors together, and what you’ll end up with is a dish that is technically acceptable to eat, if only because anyone who saw you eat it would be more impressed than offended.
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I think this every time I see your art and like, I should tell them! So here it is "I LOVE YOUR ART! IT'S SO PRETTY AND I GET SO HAPPY WHEN I SEE IT." I litteraly say it to my self every time "this is gorgeous". Hope your day and your 2020 is amazing!
This is so sweet of you. Thank you very much. It was lovely reading this and it means a lot to know other people are enjoying what I’m creating. Right back at you!
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The Study of Love (Is Not for One)
For @cosenangel
Relationship(s): Harry Hart/Eggsy, Merlin & Eggsy, Merlin & Harry, Eggsy & Roxy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Word count: 3205
Summary: Eggsy, a student at Kingsman Preparatory Academy, walked into the wrong classroom. Embarrassed, he was about to leave until he noticed the teacher, Professor Harry Hart. Now he doesn't want to leave.
Author’s notes: This is what happens when you try to write smut and remember some random concept from your brother's greek history iMovie project.
Anyway Happy Summer Secret Santa exchange, for the G.O.A.T CosenAngel
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cosenangel replied to your post “I feel like I need to protect Peter Hale. Seriously. Protect Peter...”
I'm in!
woot, anyone else in for protecting Peter Hale?
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I'd like a combo please! How about #1 "are you drunk?" And #46 "I'm a delight" (or what evs it said) in what ever fandom you want to write them! Love u ❤
For the anon, too! HopeLight.
Lightning had been leaning against the balcony railing foralmost half an hour when she heard someone approach her from behind. Shethought about turning around to face the newcomer, but decided not to. Amovement like that could—and most likely would—makeher stomach turn itself inside out.
The steps stopped right next to her. “What are you doinghere?” Hope asked. “It’s freezing.”
“It’s not that cold.” Big lie.
“You’re shivering.”
“No, I’m not.” Even bigger lie. The thin cardigan she woreover her floor-length black dress offered no protection whatsoever against the bitingNovember wind. She couldn’t go inside, though. It was one of Snow’s moreimportant political parties. Image was important to him right now—and since itwas important to him, it was also important to Serah.
When they’d asked Lightning to come, she’d decided that shecould suffer through wearing a dress and socializing with people for one night ifit made Serah happy. Then, she’d arrived at the party. The rented mansion wasjam-packed with people, and it only took a few minutes before she felt like shewas about to suffocate. That was when she found out that the party had a freebar. Terrible life choices were made.
“Leave me alone.” Herelbow slipped off the railing. She quickly straightened up, her cheeks heatingup.
“Hey.” He leaned over, his face filling her field of sight. “Light,are you drunk?”
Lightning took a step back in surprise and nearly lost herbalance. Hope quickly placed a hand on her back to stabilize her.
“No,” she said when she got the nausea under control. Shehesitated for a moment. “Maybe.” Then, “Yes.”
Hope choked back a laugh. “You should go home.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? I’ll call a cab.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” A faint wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows. “Idon’t get it.”
Mortified beyond belief, she finally said, “I can’t walkstraight.”
This time, Hope burst out laughing for real. “Are youserious? Is that why you’ve been hiding out here?”
She nodded, clenching her jaw. “I’ll sober up eventually.”
“You’ll freeze to death before that happens.”
“So be it.”
Hope shook his head, grinning. “Come on, I’ll help you. Justhold on to me.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist and firmly pulled her closebefore starting to walk. The wave of nausea hit her instantly, forcing her toburrow her nails deep into his sleeve to keep her balance.
“Stop it,” she hissed.
“You’ll thank me in the morning. “Hope continued on, andsince he was currently Lightning’s only mean of staying upright, so did she. Everystep was torture, but his arm kept her on her feet.
“Do you have a death wish?” She shook her head in an attemptto clear her vision. The action made her stomach reevaluate whether or not toevict all its content, but her eyes remained blurry. She almost tripped overthe hem of her dress but managed to keep on going, fully convinced that freezingto death on the balcony would have been a much more humane option.
“You’re a pretty annoying drunk, you know that?” Hopesighed.
She was, and she knew it. “Shut up. I’m a delight.”
He let out a short laugh. “Whatever you say.”
He got them past the balcony door and into the mansion, walkingthrough several rooms full of unsuspecting party guests. Snow and Serah wasnowhere to be seen. If Lightning had still been religious, she would havethanked some kind of deity for that.
They came to a stop as they reached the massive staircasethat would take them to the ground floor. Lightning glanced at the stairsbefore fixing her eyes on the wall. The mere thought of going down those stepsmade her knees shake.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Hope remained silent for a moment. “No, no it’s not. Isanyone watching?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good.”
Moments later, Lightning’s feet no longer touched theground. With one arm under her thighs and one supporting her back, Hope scoopedher up with ease. She automatically held on to him, staring speechlessly as hehurried down the stairs. This was wrong on so many levels.
He put her down on the ground a few seconds later. She stillcouldn’t stop staring.
“What was that?” she asked, all of a sudden acutely aware ofthe arm still encircling her waist. Her head was spinning. Probably because ofthe alcohol. Hopefully because of thealcohol.
Hope gave her a smug smile. “I got you down the stairs. You’rewelcome.”
“Yes, but you carried me.You’re can’t just… You’re not supposed to be able to do that. You’re small.”
His smile widened. “I’m not that small anymore.”
She took him in, looking at him in a way she hadn’t dared toin a very long time. No, he wasn’t small anymore. He was taller than her.Older, too. And, she had to admit, looked way too good in a suit. Shit.
“Alright, almost out.” Hope kept her steady as he led her towardthe hallway. “I’ll get us a cab, and then we’ll get you home.”
“Right.” She tried to focus on walking straight, but hermind kept going off track. No matter how much she tried not to, she couldn’tstop thinking about the hand on her waist. Things had changed, and there was nogoing back. What she’d already known deep inside for ages had now finally reachedthe surface.
Hope wasn’t a kid anymore.
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Merry Christmas, @cosenangel!
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cosenangel replied to your photoset: “And I fell in love instantly.” “That is...
OH MY GOSH YEEEEES #EXCITED
Thank you. Last night I got the casting sorted I do believe:
Clint Barton - Cecil
Bruce Banner - Carlos
Nick Fury - Steve Carlsburg
Loki - The Apache Tracker
Thor - Ted, you know the farmer
Tony - Hiram McDaniels
Natasha - The Faceless Old Woman who lives in your house
Steve - old woman josie with the angels Bucky
Phil - Earl Harlan
there are a few other castings but those are the basic ones.
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cosenangel replied to your post “Someone talk to me. I’m bored and lonely and all my friends are gone...”
*pat pat*
So it turns out that I am a sad individual who, despite all my fronting, still needs human contact and communication. :/ Tell no one of my weakness.
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💘💪🏻 You my hubby and I kinda like the idea of fighting.
💘: i wouldnt say no to a platonic marriage
We gotta see how things go in Iceland but I may hold you to this Suz :P
💪: id fight someone if they talked shit about you
Babe, no, don’t do assault.
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Another year another Winnerbäck concert with my wonderful @cosenangel. Thank you so much, it made my summer!
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cosenangel replied to your post: “I don’t really ship merhartwin anymore. Merwin, Merlahad, Harcival,...”:
I can't help but agree!!!
neat :). there is good stuff out there but I just...other ships make me much happier.
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