I still look like a fifteen year old

I think people see Jason as far too old when he died. He was fifteen. Do you know what fifteen year olds look like? Even if they’re considered “dreamboats” by their peers, they still have squishy kid faces. They still look like colts with long limbs and knobby knees. His shoulders were probably broad, but he still had to grow into them. 

My point is, Jason was a child. And by disregarding that important element, it erases much of his core characterization. It’s almost like shielding the Joker from the heinous actions he committed. He is a child killer. 

Jason is only nineteen now. That’s a year older than the legal age. This poor boy reached out for love and got broken glass shoved down his throat instead. 

Blood and rust and angry tears. These things make up Jason Todd, murdered child. 

you outshine the morning sun, my son

obligatory bit of captain cobra while cleaning out cs wips folder. obligatory hamilton reference. obligatory baby jones. i couldn’t stop myself.

Henry Mills, to be honest, was tired of the crying.

Yes, he was a fifteen-year-old who was just now experiencing the pain of a baby sibling—Roland didn’t count; the child was walking and talking completely normally by the time they met—but he was still terribly annoyed.

Liam was adorable. According to his moms, he looked like Henry himself as a baby. Henry didn’t really see it; Liam looked exactly like Killian except with hair of a lighter brown, more like his. According to Regina, Liam was a much better baby than Henry—she said it with a reminiscent smile just tinged with pain and remembrance.

But good heavens, Liam cried so much.

He spent as much time over at Regina’s as he could, but really he needed to see Emma too. So every now and then he suffered through a night or two of a screaming six pounds of young infant.

He read to the kid as much as he could, since Killian claimed that the boy sometimes actually slept a few hours at night after said story. Therefore, Henry tried to be decent and take Liam off Emma and Killian’s hands for a while so they could get a modicum of sleep. He held the kid in one arm—after Killian showing him how to not drop the wiggling child—and flipped the pages in the book.

He could have sworn that Liam preferred the tale of Charles and Leia without being told that the two were his parents.

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Wrinkles - Imagine request

Request:  Hi! Could you maybe write a deanxreader fluffy fic where dean is self conscious about something in his body and the reader comforts him,please and thank you.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned),

Word count: 1,306

Warnings: Dean’s self-consciousness.

A/N: I hope this is as fluffy as you wanted it. Also, Dean’s perfect self made it a pain in the ass to find something he could be conscious about so uh… Yeah, let roll with the age. Enjoy!

He looked at his reflection for the millionth time that morning. He wasn’t twenty anymore, and he sure as hell had more scars than he remembered.

Of course, he was still super toned and all, but his age was starting to weight and he just couldn’t help but to feel like crap about it.

“I’m a fifteen year old girl.” He mumbled as he realized he was judging his body just like girls in chick-flicks did. ‘A fifteen year old girl in the body of a grandpa’ his mind joked, making him fall back into the low self-esteem pit.

He walked closer to the mirror. Not only did he have white hairs even on his scruff, but he was also starting to get wrinkles all over his face. When did it happen? He couldn’t tell, but it had taken him by surprise that morning when he came out of the shower only to find his biggest fear coming true: He was old.

“Babe?” (Y/N) spoke as her knuckles meet the door.

“Give me a minute, sweetheart.” Dean begged as he walked away from the mirror and proceeded to put on as many layers as he could.


For the rest of the day, Dean avoided any kind of furrow, smile or any other gesture that would involve his face from getting even more crinkles. Sam and (Y/N) noticed, but decided not to ask because Dean wasn’t looking in the mood to talk.

Later, at night, Dean locked himself in the bathroom to change his clothes, which took (Y/N) by surprise for she was used to seeing Dean changing in front of her. Once again, she didn’t ask. After all, Dean needed time and then he would talk to her.

It wasn’t until (Y/N) was fast asleep that Dean slid out of bed and back to the bathroom. He was sure (Y/N) had some creams and even facemasks that helped with wrinkles, and he was more than willing to try them on even if it meant risking his manliness.

“Okay, you can do this, just keep it for thirty minutes and you’ll be free of wrinkles.” Dean whispered to himself as he applied a black goo all over his face.

While he waited, he found some old hair dye (Y/N) had once used to turn herself ashy blonde. Dean remembered how different she looked like, but he also remembered the long time that hair dye lasted.

“You can do it, you can do it.” He repeated to himself as he prepared the very last bit of hair dye in a bowl (Y/N) kept in the bathroom.

He thought he was being silent, but the mess he made by scrambling over her face creams and the smell of hair dye, woke the huntress up. She had been leaning against the bathroom’s door frame, listening closely to every move Dean made.

“Grey coverage… Forty minutes… Crap,” She heard Dean mumbled, “It’s fine, we can do this, I can do this.”

After ten minutes of complete silence, the huntress decided to open up the door; surprised that Dean hadn’t put a lock on it.

Dean wasn’t only covered in her black face mask, but he also had his hair and beard covered in blonde hair dye. What the hell had gotten onto him?

“Dean.” She called and the hunter jumped.

“(Y/N)! I uh… This isn’t what it looks like.” The huntress tilted her head as her hand reached his face, meeting with her well-known de-aging facemask. It was actually to help the skin against sun and other toxins in the air.

“This is my cream and…” She looked at the trash can, “My hair dye… What are you doing?”

Dean sighed, not being able to lie to her, not at that time of the night and definitely not while wearing her beauty products. “I went out of the shower this morning to find myself becoming old.”

“Old? Dean, you’re not even forty, what are you talking about?” She smiled tenderly.

“I have white hairs and this stupid eye crinkles and… I don’t know I…” If he weren’t using the face mask, (Y/N) would’ve been able to tell he was blushing in embarrassment.

Yes, she knew he was right. She knew every part of his body by memory, and she was aware that Dean was in fact no longer a kid. However, to her, he was just perfect.

“Dean…” She called, and he looked up at her.

“Don’t dare to tell me otherwise because I know you know I’m telling the truth.” Dean spoke rapidly. (Y/N) let out a heavy sighed and offered him a sly smile.

“You’re right, but I might as well tell you what I think.” She spoke carefully. Moments like those made talking as hard as walking on eggshells.

“I’m all ears.” Dean mumbled.

“First take that off.” She ordered softly, “The facemask won’t vanish the wrinkles and the hair dye is too different from your hair colour and uh… Everyone will notice.” Dean’s eyes widened as he turned around, leaning over to the sink and washing everything off. In the meantime, (Y/N) went back to sit in bed.

After a few minutes, Dean appeared from the bathroom and joined her under the sheets.


“So you’re old.”

“I know.” Dean sighed.

“And I’m also getting old, and Sam is getting old and Cas’ vessel is getting old and…”

“What’s your point?” Dean grumbled.

“My point is that you can’t fight nature back.” She responded, “We’re all ageing and, if you ask me, it’s a wonderful thing to age next to someone like you.”

“Old like me?” Dean chuckled.

Hot like you.” She smiled, cupping his face in one hand, “I’ve seen many men age and trust me, you are one strange example of growing old with style.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes… I’ve seen pictures of you as a kid and, trust me, you look hotter and even more manly now than you did back them.” She whispered.

“How? My eyes have wrinkles…”

“It’s a sign that, even in this life, you’ve laughed so many times you got wrinkles.” She giggled and Dean did too.

“What about the white hairs?”

“Barely noticeable considering you’re blond.” She replied.

“And the scars?”

“Battle marks.” She winked, “Some of which I patched up after being heroically saved by you.”

“Do you really mean all of this?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Dean thought it for a second, not being able to come up with a proper answer.

“I will continue to age, you know?” Dean mumbled.

“And so the rest of us.” She spoke softly.

Dean shifted closer to her, resting his head on her belly as she caressed his still damp hair.

“I love you, Dean.” She whispered after a while of silence. Dean lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She was a lot older than the first time Dean saw her. Yet, he still thought she was the most beautiful being alive; was that how she felt about him?

“I love you too.” Dean spoke, crawling up to meet his lips with hers in a soft, shy kiss.

Dean’s head fell on the pillow next to (Y/N)’s. They were face to face and her hand was travelling through his skin, tracing every line there was.

“How can you not see how handsome you are?” She whispered.

“Maybe I’m too much into your beauty.” He replied, making her giggle.

“You won’t stop being a flirt, won’t you?”

“Never in a million years.” Dean smiled.

“Even if you get even more white hairs?”

“Even then.” Dean nodded. (Y/N) cupped his cheek, stroking his skin lightly with her thumb.

“That’s my man.” And with that being said, she kissed him once more, letting that lead into a long night of slow love making and endless promises that would never be broken.


What I love about this is that Yuri’s such a fifteen year old and Viktor acts accordingly to that. Like they remind me of my interactions with my older brothers back when I was an angsty teenager, since we have more or less the same age difference as these two.

I mean, just look at how Viktor reacts in the first two pics. Kinda like Lord give me the patience to deal with this anger-filled child (I GET HE’S STILL ANGRY AT VIKTOR FOR BREAKING HIS PROMISE BUT KICKING PEOPLE AND TOUCHING SORE SPOTS IS NOT THE WAY TO DEAL WITH IT)

But then Yuri calls Viktor old and calls Yuuri an useless pig, and Viktor’s like this damn brat and let me tell you that is an angry reaction. A restrained angry reaction because adults have to be the mature ones about shit (no this is not personal experience I would never purposefully piss off my elder brothers i am offended)

But Yuri is, at the end of the day, a pretty nice kid despite his teenage anger issues. So he picks up on the weird reaction from Viktor, since he’s never reacted like that, and mentions Hasetsu. I take that as a bit of an unspoken apology for calling Yuri a pig. And Viktor just smiles all happy and in love, so what a brat my son is i love both him and my husband what a great family we are

I have so many emotions about this ep


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The summer after I finished school I set off into the mountains of North Carolina to build a log cabin, armed with a few books, and hand tools, but no experiance or skills. I set up my tent and expected it to take six weeks to build. Six months later I still hadn’t finished the chimney or started the roof. But this is what it looked like on a misty November morning a few years later. I lived here for about eight years, and owned it for about fifteen years after I built it in 1976 with local fieldstone and oak logs I cut, peeled and notched on the site, working alone with hand tools. It had no plumbing, I carried water from a nearby spring, and I heated it in winter with about half a cord of wood a week which I cut and burned in the open fireplace. Eventually I moved into Asheville and had to sell it, but it was a large part of my life, and I miss it more with each passing year.

About Ivy:

After seeing her in action, I’m actually good with where the writers have taken her. The age up still looks sloppy, but forgiveably so, and I really can understand why they did it for this specific character, it would’ve been near impossible to move a fifteen year old towards the inevitably strong and very sexual being Poison Ivy is meant to be. Also on a separate note I think it is adorable how she is still mentally young from not knowing that a thousand dollars isnt really a lot to her basic beginner makeup like yes so cute smear that green eyeshadow everywhere and call it good. Also I can appreciate that they have drawn the line very clearly in that Ivy is wearing nice dresses and that’s all, and is giving these horny creeps NOTHING, NADA, ZIP. Just some thoughts, thanks Gotham for handling this as gracefully as possible given the circumstances now let’s talk about nygmobblepot because that’s something ya need to work on a bit. 👍

anonymous asked:

you're fifteen and you still look older than me by two years. IM SIXTEEN HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE

asdfgh people always tell me i look older than i am but ?? i look like a child ?? i am a child ??? im three years old and i look it too ????

beeknee  asked:

lemony do you even know what rain is

dear diary, 
today jacques asked me if i knew what rain was. i did not know that to be part of any code, so i said i did. he whacked me in the head. why jacques? i asked. because i’ve been reading your letters to beatrice, he said, and your metaphores straight out suck. i screamed at him for having read my diary, and then locked myself in my room as i listened to my chemical romance. no one understands me. maybe someday beatrice, who is Not Like The Other Girls, will. 
- fifteen year old lemony snicket
ps. she still hasn’t responded to any of my letters but she looked at me during lunch today and that was an obvious sign she’s still working on an equally literary referential and heartfelt 300 page response. 

Penal Wanted (probably obvious since I'm on this tumblr)

Hi I’m Amanda, I’m from the USA and I’m fifteen years old. This feels like I am filling out a dating profile, lol. Anyways, I am looking for someone around the same age (15-17), Preferably a girl ( I’m just awkward when it comes to guys, tbh), from another country to send snail mail to. 

If you are still reading, some things about me:

-reading, writing, art, and being outdoors.

-I can speak english and some french, but with French I may make some mistakes now and then. (or a lot).

-I am some what introversive, but writing for me is easier, so I will put a lot into my letters, and looking for someone who will reciprocate.

-I am not very athletic if I’m honest, but I enjoy riding my bike, hiking, running, and ice skating, although I am bad at all of them.

- I am christian, which is a big part of who I am. However, I am not judgmental towards any sexuality, gender, race, or religion, despite the stereotypes. People are people.

External image

-I uploaded a picture but It isn’t showing up on my computer screen as anything but a blue question mark, hopefully it shows up for you.

-I listen to pretty much any music but heavy metal and trap, but my favorite artists right now are Ed Sheeran and the Lumineers.

-I am very interested in different people and places, and plan on traveling a lot when I get older.

-I am looking for someone who won’t be afraid to be real, and talk about more than what you would post on instagram. I am not a downer or anything, but I won’t always write like my life is perfect. If you ask how I am, and things aren’t fine, I won’t pretend they are.

-I would like to exchange emails first and get to know each other for a couple months first, just to make sure you aren’t a stalker or spammer or something. This is the internet after all…

if you are still reading after all that…

1) wow, you have a lot of patience!

2) message me on this tumblr: http://little-dreaming-cloud.tumblr.com

my insta is: @a.growing.rose if you want to check it out, I don’t really post much.

EZRI HARRIETTE DEVEREAUX is a SEVENTEEN year old member of THE KINGDOM, BUT WAS IN ALEXANDRIA SAFE ZONE she looks a lot like SABRINA CARPENTER. ( natty, 15 - but birthday is in 3 weeks, GMT, she/her

hey! my name’s Natty which is obviously a nickname but i hate my actual name so let’s just leave that out haha. i’m fifteen years old but my sixteenth birthday is coming up soon! Hollah at me amirite? oh and i live in the uk. if you wanna get to know me just lemme know. 

Here’s some stuff (n thangs) about my smol Ezri bean! This is still under construction!

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okay im seeing people getting upset over patrick’s reaction to the guy pouring a beer on him, and you guys are being ridiculous. i was there, i saw what happened. as they were coming back from the main stage from the stage they did the acoustic set on, and andy was doing his solo, i noticed patrick talking to joe backstage, and he looked upset. so then he got onstage and him and pete said what they said about that guy.
patrick’s not at fault. he had the right to be upset. it’s not like a fifteen year old girl who idolized him accidentally spilled her drink on him and apologized two thousand times and patrick still got on stage and bitched about it and made her feel like shit, no, that would be fucked up - this was some oldish dude who was there for wiz, and it wasn’t an accident, and he was being a dick on purpose and laughed about it. apparently as patrick was calling him out, the guy was laughing about it. i’m not gonna say it’s not a big deal because it is, it was actually pretty freaking awesome seeing patrick get pissed off like that tbh, but don’t say patrick handled that badly. he had reason to be upset, the guy was a dick for doing that.


(( Lol!!!! Um… how about some old high school pics? XD These were from my senior year (god, it’s been five years. :| )

I was in drama… hence the newsies gettup on the bottom left. XP ))

So remember how angsty Cap was back in the first volume of Young Avengers? Talking about Bucky and how he didn’t want there to be any more teenaged superheroes? Well I was just thinking, what if Bucky and Tommy met? Just, the quote that Tommy said after he got out of juvie (and this is a paraphrase), “they’ve been experimenting on me for months. Probing me. Trying to make me into their living weapon. Well, I am one” Like, what if he got to talk to someone who knows what that is like. Maybe Steve brings Bucky by one day, introducing him as the reason he wanted the Young Avengers to stop. And Bucky just knows. Maybe he’s seen the files on Tommy, or maybe he was there (because this is before the Winter Soldier was confirmed to be be Bucky), and maybe he just knows that look in Tommy’s eyes. And Tommy is still so young, just fifteen years old. And he still has that hope, and he still has that resilience. But he still hurts, he still needs to get all that pent up anger and scared emotions out of him. And Bucky understands.