And on Thursdays we're teddy bear doctors
I'm 24 and internet is my mother, my brother and my lover.

I live for my TV shows and believe that there's no such thing as too much homosexual undertones.

One day I'll be the one responsible for all your slashy feels, since I'm gonna be a screenwriter.
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u ok doctor who fandom


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im not in a healthy emotional state

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Jensen, Misha, and interview interruptions

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originally mareluna3001

«  No one cared who I was until I put on the mask. »
« I cared. »

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originally thelegendends


“Come back here. We can talk about this.” he stood in the threshold of his apartment, yelling after a brown haired boy who was storming off towards the stairs. He slammed the door shut and began pacing back and forth in the small four-foot area between his door and couch.

They never fought, at least not about anything important. Sometimes they would argue over what movie to see, Logan would those, or what music to listen to, Hunter would win these. When it came down to it, the worst fight they had gotten into had something to do with a hat that they had both been photographed in on accident. They both agreed to get rid of it, but Hunter still had it tucked into the back of his closet, not because he wanted to wear it, but because it reminded him of Logan.

Hunter landed one swift hard kick to the door, then another, and another. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, crying.


It was cold that night, it had snowed a good couple of inches earlier that day, but due to the amount of foot traffic it had all melted. Snow was one of the few things he hated about New York, and that night he longed for New Years in L.A. at his parent’s house.

Instead of being settled into a comfy couch watching Dick Clark’s Rocking New Year’s Eve and making fun of the people with his friends, he was in Time Square, surrounded by masses of people. The man next to him was wearing an outdated pair of 2010 glasses, (didn’t he know it was going to be 2012?), and was shouting loud cheers at the camera every time it got close to him.

He tried to move through the crowd, but in the four hours he’d been trying to get out of the crowd he’d moved a total of 30 feet and had yet to get to a clear sidewalk. He could see the crowd was thinner a couple of feet away, and tried to make his way past the cheering drunk guy to his left.

Ten minutes later he stumbled out of the throngs of people trying to push their way foreword and into a relatively deserted side street. There were a couple of teenagers loitering around, they were obviously acting as though nothing there was interesting to them but they were still there, so Hunter could only reason that was because they were interested enough to want to be there. There were a couple of tourists checking maps to make sure they were in the right place, and a pair of girls in skirts and heels who looked like they should have been going to TOUCH over on West 52nd.

A boy was running down the street, pulling on a jacket. He wasn’t looking where he was going, but instead his eyes were fixed on the tall buildings that loomed above the people. He weaved in between the few people that were there, but slowed down when he reached Hunter. It seemed as though this was the first time that he had noticed the large crowd of people in front of him. He pulled out his cell phone, checked the illuminated screen and then proceeded to turn on his heels and walked off. Hunter followed him.

“Leaving already?” he asked the boy, keeping pace with him, “You just got here, besides it’s only a few minutes until midnight.”

“No…” the boy responded, side-eyeing the blonde.

“Well, it looks like you’re going the wrong way. Party’s back there.” Hunter said, motioning over his shoulder towards the way they’d just come. The boy stopped mid-stride and turned to face him, he took one long look at him and then shrugged.

“You don’t look like you’re planning on murdering me.” He said non-chalantly, almost as if it was part of his normal everyday conversation, “I’m looking for my friend’s party. I was supposed to be able to find them before the ball drops, but that looks like it’s not going to happen.” Hunter looked down at his watch ‘11:55’ was illuminated, he looked back up at the boy and sighed.

“Where is it?” He asked. The brunette handed over his phone, hunter read the message and laughed a little, “You’re only about a street away. I can help you get there, if you want.” The boy took back his phone and then nodded. Hunter made his way back up the street to use a cut-through he knew all too well.

“So, what do I call you?” He asked the brunette who was attempting to keep up with his long strides.

“Logan… you call me Logan.” He said, pulling on a knit hat, “What about you?”

“Hunter.” He responded, turning down an alley. He could tell that Logan wasn’t used to New York, he was far too nervous and didn’t know the layout of any of the streets. He kept close to Hunter, if he didn’t know any better he would say that Logan was holding on to the back of his coat as they walked through the alley. When they emerged on the other side, Logan once again diverted his attention to the sky.

“We’ve got two minutes…. what are you looking at?” Hunter asked, also looking up at the buildings above them. He noticed a large yellow balloon tied to an open window, the word ‘LOGAN’ on it in large block letters. He could see multiple people through the open window. “Looks like you found it.”

Logan looked away from the window and grabbed Hunter’s wrist and looked at the watch. 30 seconds. He’d never make it up there in time, he knew that much. Hunter pulled his hand gently away from the boy.

“Sorry I couldn’t get you here any faster.” He said.

“It’s fine.” Logan said with a small shrug. The chants from the countdown rang loud and clear from the square.

3. Logan and Hunter stood there both looking up at the party that was taking place a few feet above their head. 2. He could’ve been halfway home by now if he hadn’t decided to talk to Logan. Why did he talk to Logan? 1. He felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and he turned to wish Logan a happy New Year, but before he knew what was happening he was being kissed. It wasn’t a gentle, tentative kiss or even a slightly shy kiss, and for a second, he did nothing. He just tried to figure out who this boy was, but then it didn’t matter and he let himself kiss him back. And as fast as it had happened, it was over. 

A blonde boy was hanging out the window, red solo cup in hand, shouting down at Logan about how he “totally missed it” and Logan was telling him that he would be there in a second to hear all about how Jane McGomery made out with her brother on accident. Hunter backed a couple steps back down the alley before Logan turned his attention back to him. There was a good ten feet between them now. Logan gave him a small, shy smile.

“Happy New Year, Hunter.” He said. Then he turned on his heels and headed over to the fire escape that would take him to his friends.

The next morning Hunter found a business card tucked into his coat pocket. It was Logan’s, of course. He rubbed his thumb over the slightly raised letters and wondered why he’d let a stranger kiss him.


A small knock on the door caused his head to pop up. He stared at the door for a few moments; there was another soft knock. He pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the door. He pulled it open a few inches and peered out at the person standing in the hallway.

“You know you have a peep hole, right?” Logan asked, staring intently at Hunter’s shirt.

“It’s dangerous to just open your door to anyone.”

“Well, you don’t look like you’re planning on murdering me. So, I think I’m safe.” Hunter said with a small smile. He pushed open the door and leaned against the frame. Logan bit his bottom lip and looked down at his feet. Hunter shook his head at the boy, and reached out and grabbed his hand. “Get in here.” He tugged lightly on Logan’s hand.

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originally miilesluna

Revelations starts in 1511, Leonardo Da Vinci died in 1519, wh-what if it shows him die in the game?









Then no, no, no. Will they show us how Altaïr, Ezio and Leonardo die?

Ubisoft, have mercy. ;A;

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