Love Letter to MyselfI love you (or me).Love Letter to Myself by HerAwesomeness13
The way you furrow your eyebrows
when a math problem makes no sense.
The way your hair never behaves during
the day, but before you go to sleep, it
rivals that of a supermodel.
The way you always try to sing along to
a Disney song in a different language
(and failing in a fit of laughter).
The way you always stand up for what
you believe is justice and how you
never forget but always forgive.
And how even though you're insecure, you
don't know that you're the most beautiful and
important girl in the room.
How you can't hold a grudge unless someone
cuts you really deep.
How you know enough lawyer jargon to last
a century, yet refuse to become a lawyer out
of the fact that you are too insecure.
And last, but not least, how you never give up
your belief--whether it is in the Doctor, Alternia,
Hetalia, or the Supernatural Creepypastas lurking,
you never give up hope that they're out there.
I Could Learn-No I Can'tIf I could, I would learn to loveI Could Learn-No I Can't by HerAwesomeness13
the sloping curve of your nose,
your almond shaped brown eyes,
your soft chocolate hair,
your freckled constellations on your face,
and your easy-going smiles.
But I can't because every time I see you,
I see the Roman nose of another, who had
round brown-black eyes,
hair that was not soft, but chocolate,
and pale skin (at least by my standards).
He didn't smile often, but when he did,
my heart leaped and it was more of a smirk anyways.
I am really sorry I can't love you, but
the truth is, I was just deceiving myself. I
physically can not love another, but why am I
writing this to you anyways.
We've seen each other about once and it was
in a Philosophy Club. Hell, I've never even spoken
to you before. I don't even know what you like.
God, I'm so weird.
We All Need a ChangeHow much longerWe All Need a Change by HerAwesomeness13
until the violence
Until the deaths
of innocent children
will be prevented?
You could say
this is a social justice poem,
but you could also say
we are nothing more than
one really weird acid trip.
I write these words not for my own merit,
but for those who have no voice
for those who scream,
who speak out against the howling wind,
but have no response...
We have been waiting for so many things-
immigration reforms, gun violence laws,
the list goes on.
But our screams echo against the cold, empty halls
of the White House; the hiding politicians make millions.
Some Nights (BTTxReader)Gilbert considered them moments of weakness. You however, adored these moments as some of the best you had shared with him. These moments only came occasionally, in the dark of night, lying in bed.wakened by nightmares, he’d blindly search you out, pulling you close, holding you tightly. You stroked his hair and kissed his tears away. Neither you nor the other 2/3s of the BTT ever mentioned it. You just silently took care of him when he needed it most.Some Nights (BTTxReader) by SecretlyaSecret
Francis had nightmares as well, but unlike Gilbert who sought human warmth when plagued by them, Francis’s nightmares drove him away. He’d quietly slide of bed and leave the room. He never came back to bed. You would have liked to think he slept in the spare room rather than on the unwelcoming couch. You had a sneaking suspicion, however, that on those nights, he did not sleep.
You knew Antonio had nightmares as well, but he never mentioned or showed signs of them. He was always smiling and laughing, even in the middle
Frilly SurprisesThis is a crackfic ((and a headcanon… maybe)). Dean x Reader hilarity, so be prepared to laugh. WARNING: THEY CAN'T TALK LIKE THE VICTORIANS DID, I'M SORRY.Frilly Surprises by goldenrainfalling
You had just finished a hunt with Sam and Dean and you were bored.
“Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam, Sammeh, Sammeh, Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, SAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEHHH!” you yelled and you see his forehead crease.
“What?” he asked in a snappish tone.
“Samuel, I be bored. What I do?” you asked, purposely not speaking right just to piss him off.
“Well, first I suggest you speak right and second go find something to do.”
“But there is nothiiiiinnnnggggggah!” you said, getting up from the dirty motel floor and flinging yourself on Sam. He pushed you off, of course, but that didn’t deter you from your mission.
“Then go find Dean to bother.”