Pretty sure that was her hat too

The Things She Carried

Part 8. In His Reality

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2100+

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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 2 (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Their first day at the resort is a rollercoaster. There’s ups and downs but they come out of it wobbly but happy. Katya makes friends, some she wants, some she doesn’t. But no matter what happens shes happy to end the night with Trixie.

A/N: I’m sorry this is late but I thought I’d finished it, reread it and hated it so it’s had some work done. I hope you enjoy it. Did somebody say 1/3 smut? Because that is factually accurate.

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Once Upon a Dream

in which Annabeth was dared to kiss a blue-eyed stranger just when the fireworks start

Words: 2,142

Warnings: None.

               She’s going to regret this.

               Annabeth is so going to regret this.

               She’s in Disneyland with her friends, it’s night time, the fireworks are just about to start, and she did the stupid mistake of telling Piper that she’s always wanted to kiss someone in Disneyland with fireworks and Cinderella’s castle in the background.

               So now Piper dared her to do exactly that – kiss someone just when the fireworks start. And if there’s one thing Annabeth hates even more than doing dares, it’s backing out of them.

               To make matters worse, Piper gets to choose which guy Annabeth gets to ask (and kiss). It’s not that Piper has bad taste in men – it’s just that Piper, well. She’s Piper.

               She is so going to regret this.

               “Piper, I –“

               “I know you’re not backing out of this, Annabeth. I know you. Right, Jason? Annabeth won’t be backing out of this. Right?” Piper turned to her boyfriend, smiling sweetly enough to scare him.

               “Uh, yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, trying to avoid Annabeth’s glare. “Annabeth doesn’t back down.” He shoots her an apologetic look before looking away once more.

               “What’s happening here?” Leo walks up next to Annabeth with a curious glimmer in his eye, licking a Mickey-shaped popsicle.

               “Annabeth dreams of kissing someone in Disneyland and we’re going to help her fulfill that.” Piper beams, practically jumping up and down out of excitement. She starts to sings Once Upon a Dream, which Annabeth doesn’t really deem appropriate for the situation.

               “Well, you can always kiss me, Annabeth.” He spreads his arms wide open, smiling brightly and wagging his eyebrows up and down, his popsicle melting and dripping to the floor.

               Before Annabeth can even think of where to hit him – stomach or groin – Piper butts in. “She’ll only be kissing a stranger, Leo, and besides – I already know who it’ll be.”

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anonymous asked:

17 bunnyribbit w/ efi and the three omnic characters please

Hoo boy that’s a lot of characters! But this prompt is really cute so I’m gonna do it!

17. Gardening

Efi was perched on Orisa’s shoulders as D.Va and Lúcio gave the grand tour of the Watchpoint.

“So this is the launch tower,” said Lúcio, gesturing upward, “We don’t use it all that often, but there’s a really great view from the maintenance platforms.”

“I still can’t believe Winston won’t let me launch my MEKA into the stratosphere,” said D.Va, putting her hands on her hips. She turned on her heel to face Orisa and Efi, “Welp! That’s about it for the tour! As you can see the Watchpoint’s totally safe!”

Efi smiled, “See Orisa? Totally safe!” but Orisa’s photoreceptors narrowed skeptically.

“My neural mapping indicates that there is a section of the watchpoint that has not been covered in this tour,” she said, folding her arms.

D.Va and Lúcio exchanged glances, “Well… we just gave you the tour we got when we first got here,” said Lúcio, “It should have covered everything.”

“Not everything,” said Orisa, turning around and walking off with Efi protesting atop her shoulders.

“Orisa, you can’t just walk away, that’s rude!” Efi folded her arms and pouted.

“Your safety is my primary concern,” said Orisa, “We must investigate this area to be sure that this Watchpoint is indeed safe.”

Lúcio and D.Va quickly followed after Orisa and Efi as they headed off around the main hangar of the watchpoint to a fenced-off area. One area of the fence however, was flattened.

“Huh,” said D.Va as Orisa walked over the flattened point in the fence. She stepped over the flattened chain-link as well and took a few steps into a heavily grassy and overgrown sunlit area that received a nice breeze off the sea despite being further inland than most of the watchpoint. There was a small fence lining what must have been a garden at some point, with rusted and oxidized solar panels and a dilapidated greenhouse. Lining the area were several overgrown citrus trees, their branches groaning with fruit.

Lúcio whistled behind D.Va. “Man, Winston’s been holding out on us.”

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #113: Your Young Men Shall Slay Visions!

July, 1973

So. I guess Vision is super dead this time.

And he was killed by young men. There was no need to take him down. I said, young men. Pick that synthezoid off the ground.

Gotta give Englehart this, he sure knows how to change one word in a bible verse to make it into a title for a comic book.

Anyways, Wanda is going to Avenge him. And then she can date Lil’ Vision.

Just a heads up, this is kind of a weird issue. Not incomprehensible. Just eyebrow raising.

We start off before Vision is super dead. The Avengers are repairing the Statue of Liberty after Gog tore it up in Astonishing Tales #18. I guess Damage Control doesn’t exist yet.

Its good to see the Avengers uncausing some property damage for a change. And just look at Vision and Cap recapitating Liberty.

Not that they’re actually good statue repairers. The torch hand falls off and falls toward Scarlet Witch but Vision flies down to intercept it and lets it break across his back.

Guess Liberty is a southpaw now.

He also leaves Cap holding the entire crown but I guess Cap has super-strength or something now.

In the heat of the moment and grateful that nothing bad happened to anyone that wasn’t a statue, Wanda and Vision start making out.

This happens to be in public where everyone can see. And it causes a bit of a to-do.

Although what causes more of one is that Cap loses his grip on the crown and Iron Man barely catches it before it smashes into the ground. All while Wanda and Vision continue to make out, oblivious of the outside world or the people that almost died.

Ah, young love!

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Tumblr People are Amazing

Okay so today at school I was sitting in the hallway between classes and this girl comes walking down the hall all confident and pretty.  She was wearing this dress with all kinds of spangled colors and designs on it.  So obviously, every person in the hall—including me—was looking at her.

All except for this little bookworm with her nose deep in a Harry Potter book.  I could tell that this girl had a Tumblr, too.  She had a TARDIS necklace and a hat that had Death the Kid’s Sanzu lines on it.  So immediately I felt a connection to said bookworm.

So pretty girl is walking down the hall and suddenly she takes notice of the bookworm because she’s the one person that isn’t looking at her.  She walks straight up to the bookworm and says “Hey!”

The bookworm looks up and says “What?”

Pretty girl is silent for a moment, then says “Don’t you like my dress?”

Bookworm says “Yeah, sure.”  You can tell that she really wants to get back to her book.

Pretty girl says “Then why didn’t you look at it?”

At this point I was beginning to think that Pretty girl was a huge b, but then the bookworm says “Why do you want everyone to look at you?”

And Pretty girl says “So I can feel good, duh.”

Bookworm says “So the only way for you to feel good is for you to put yourself at the center of attention?”

Pretty girl goes silent for a second, then says “Yeah. Are there any other ways?”

At this point I’m thinking oh my gosh, this poor girl.  She must feel terrible about herself every single day.

But then the bookworm looks her straight in the eye for the first time and says “I’d feel better living in the background of Harry Potter than being the center of attention here.”  And then she gathers her stuff and walks away; Pretty girl is left standing there watching her walk away.  And in that moment I knew that Pretty girl was going to go home and read the Harry Potter books.

anonymous asked:

Now that you've told us you have wild drunken stories, would you tell us one please? Or maybe incorporate it into an imagine with some of the skelebros? That would be pretty cool

One of my favorite drunken nights was when I went out for drinks with my friend, and we met his aunt/his aunt’s friend.  We ended up at some little hole in the wall bar where it was so packed, that we had to pile on a deck outside.  A dude wearing sunglasses at night came over and started trying to talk to me, but I was too distracted asking “Why the hell are you wearing those at night?  Can you see?  There’s no sun.  Are you high, and you’re trying to hide how red your eyes are?”  And then my friend’s aunt comes over, and she throws her arm around the dude because she’s pretttyyy drunk and starts questioning him about the sunglasses, too.  Then she decides she wants to wear them and throws her arm around me.  

“I wish my boyfriend was here,” she says, sighing loudly.  

My friend comes over and claims that her boyfriend is not an attractive man.  

“Yeah, okay, so he’s bald.. he’s short.. he’s fat.. Fine.  But he has a HUGE DICK!”  She holds out her arms to give me an idea of the inhumanly-possible size of said dick.

“A big dong, you say?” I chime, and my friend starts shaking his head, trying to get me to stop from encouraging her.

“BIG DONG KONG!” she shouts as loud as she can, while my friend desperately tries to shush his aunt.  

“BIG DONG SCHLONG!” I yell back, and the two of us high-five.  This is the first conversation I’ve ever had with this 50-year-old woman, but we’re instantly best friends in that moment.  

We leave and go to a honky tonk–like right out of one of those movies about the South, where people are wearing cowboy hats and drinking and dancing that I thought were a myth.  My friend and I are the youngest people there by nearly thirty years.  All the older women LOVE him; he’s dancing with them and grinding on them, and they’re ARGUING over who gets to dance with him next.  It’s crazy.  I end up buying JAEGER BOMBS (yes, you have to shout it as loud as you can when you order it, in the douchiest voice possible) with the aunt, and we start knocking them back.  I dance for entirely too long, and at the time, I think I’m just the best dancer ever, but I’m pretty sure I was just kicking my legs out and flailing around in a circle.  I end up with a cowboy hat at some point during the night.

The aunt and her friend join me on the dance floor, and we order more shots.  In fact, I’m feeling so wonderful that I order shots FOR THE ENTIRE BAR.   I guess I’ve just secretly always wanted to shout “A ROUND OF SHOTS FOR EVERYONE, ON ME!” at the top of my lungs, who knows.  

It’s closing time, and my friend (the designated driver in this situation), takes his aunt and her friend home, but we all go into the apartment.  Her boyfriend is inside, and she throws herself against him, but ends up in the floor because she’s just too drunk.

I decide to shake his hand and introduce myself.


Nailed it.  The aunt writhes on the floor, but points toward me to say, “PREACH IT!”

This little man doesn’t know what to say.  "Big Dong Kong, I heard all about it.  Like a kick-stand, AMIRITE?“  I pat the bewildered man on the shoulder and move past him to head toward the bathroom.  However, I stop short and turn back toward my friend, standing on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.  

(Which probably means I yelled it.)

“I don’t want to use their toilet because what if his dick is SO MASSIVE that it touched the seat??”

My other favorite story I’ll incorporate into an imagine.

You were already drunk off a pitcher of margaritas and free birthday tequila shots from the Mexican restaurant down the street by the time you reach your hotel’s bar, flanked by your best friend.  You’re wearing a giant, gaudy pin on your shirt that reads “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” because 1) it really is your birthday and 2) it guarantees that you and your friend will drink for free all night.  

When you sit down on a bar stool, two skeleton monsters automatically sit next to you and start chatting.  One of them, with red eyes and a fluffy jacket, has a smirk on his face as his eyelights travel your body.  He’s been nice enough so far, so when he gets ready to leave, he says, “i’m going to a strip club.  would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been to a strip club!” you blurt, seeming excited over the idea… until your survival instincts kick in.  "WAIT, I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!“

”…what?“ he asks, his smirk beginning to fade.

"THIS IS WHERE I’LL EITHER END UP SOME SORT OF SEX SLAVE OR MURDERED AND CHOPPED UP IN YOUR TRUNK!”  At this point, the bartender is doubled over laughing.  You have no volume control.  

“what–?  no, sweetheart, i just–”  He stumbles over the words, completely caught off-guard.

“NOPE, NO WAY, I’M NOT DYING TONIGHT SIR!”  You keep drinking your drink.  "Thanks for paying for my drink, though.“  Well, at least you still have manners, even if you’re slurring.

Red shrugs, holding his hands up.  "sounds like you’ve been watching too many horror movies, dollface.  welp, if you change your mind, i’m in room two-oh-”

“I do NOT sleep with MURDERERS!”


“Serial killers are a definite NO for me!”  

“ok, ok.  happy birthday,” he mutters, slowly getting off the stool to leave.  As soon as he does, a skeleton wearing an orange hoodie takes his place.

“good to know you have standards.”  He flicks his wrist at the bar tender.  "her next drink is on me.“

You’re eyeing the giant ass jar of cocktail olives instead of paying him any attention.  "I really want an olive in my drink…”

“but.. you’re drinking something fruity, right?”

You nod.  "Sex on the beach.“

"yeaaahh, olives don’t go with that.”

You start frowning, still staring down those olives.  "Who says it has to be like that?  I want olives in it.“

"you can’t drink it with olives.  it would be terrible.”

“Yes, I can!”

“fine, if you can, i’ll buy you another drink.”

You look to the bartender, and she shrugs and pulls out the jar of giant olives. “Just dump them in,” you say, and she absolutely FILLS UP YOUR GLASS with olives.  And dammit, you eat every single one of them.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing it.”

And then you don’t remember anything else.

*The rest of that story includes blacking out after the olives, and then I wake up in the hotel room, in a completely different set of clothes (apparently, I filled the ice bucket up with water and then poured it over my head), with my head on the toilet seat (vomit everywhere), tears on my face, and my phone in my hand.  Apparently, I’d been having a nightmare about the two men shoving me in their trunk, and then I called my S/O and whispered “I’m so scared, please come get me” over and over into the phone.  He said that gave him nightmares, and he had to call my friend to make sure that I was all right. 

It was years before I drank again.  

Trailer Thoughts on Thor: Ragnorak

Okay. Can we all just stop for a second and admire the Thor: Ragnorak Teaser Trailer that was released yesterday?

I love Loki. I’m pretty sure everyone in the world does, too, but if any of you guys know me at all, you would know I’ve been obsessing over Tom Hiddleston for about three years. I thought it went away over the summer, but apparently not. The feeling of giddy excitement of just seeing him on screen is undeniably still there. It didn’t matter if he appeared for a total of three seconds in the trailer, I gushed when I saw him.

Back to the actual trailer, it was awesome. Cate Blanchett looks absolutely epic in her outfit and the helmet-hat-thing. She looked even more amazing when she obliterated Mjolnir. That was a great shot. You know what else was a great shot? The head turning shot when the music really kicked in. I don’t know why, but that one second of footage along with perfectly timed music just makes me so happy. 

Thor’s hair is probably the most talked about thing about this other than maybe the Hulk appearing in this movie. He looks hot with anything. That’s absolutely undeniable, but I want a dramatic scene mourning for the loss of his hair. It’s supposed to have a lot comedic elements to it, right? Then I want a Thor whining and moaning about how they cut all his hair off. I’m just saying, it seems like Thor is the type of guy who values his appearance very much, so it would be logical for him to care about his hair just as much as we do. 

This movie looks like so much fun. I want it now.

it’s a Somva Christmas fic

This fic was written for and inspired by my friend’s super cute drawings 

wait a sec she took a line from this for her comic omg

♪ …neomuneomu meotjeo nuni nuni busheo

sumeul mot shwigesseo tteollineungeol

Gee Gee— ♪


Interrupting the overly peppy K-pop was D.Va’s widely grinning face complete with the usual pink Doritos suddenly filling the entirety of her webcam.

“Aaand jilgohun Christmas bonoseyo ! Welcome to my super special Christmas stream!” As if to prove her festive spirit, the streamer moved her head back far enough to reveal a red headband adorned with reindeer antlers. The thousands of viewers who had been exchanging festive greetings took notice and began commenting on the headgear.

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Confession Room (Part 8)

(Part 9)

You were successful in faking your sickness, saying you needed time off of training because you were nauseous from something you probably ate. The manager in charge didn’t ask anything further, seeing that it was rare for you to miss days anyways. As long as it wasn’t anything major, she didn’t force you into a checkup.

Technically, you were sick, just not physically. You were emotionally drained and it showed in your expressions ever since the incident a couple days ago. You rarely ate any big meals since you lost most of your appetite. The dorm was your safe haven and your bedroom was your comfort. For most of the time off, you just stayed in bed and the girls knew not to bother you when you’re unwell. It was the sense game between females.

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An Other Side of the War (Part 1)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Originally posted by portqasdrouge

~ Before year fourth ~

Loud and cheerful noise surronds you as you walked up to the Top Box, already filled with people. Your father introduced you to everyone there – Cornelius Fudge, some foreign minister, a family of full of gingers and two of their friends, including Harry Potter himself. And last, the Malfoy family.

„Lucius, my dear friend!” – your dad greet him. „She’s my daugther, Y/N. Y/N, he’s Lucius Malfoy, his wife Narcissa, and their son, Draco. I assume you’re going to be the same year at Hogwarts.” – you let out a fake smile at them, knowing that your parents’ friends never was a best sorf of people. 

„So you was at the Durmstrang, wasn’t you? Finest wizarding school, I say.” – Mr. Malfoy said in a low voice while you sat down, then your mother spoke. „Draco, are you in the Slytherin House, aren’t you? I’m sure you can make good friends with Y/N and maybe help her out a little around the school.” 

„Why are you so sure I’m going to be in Slytherin?” – you said a little bit offened. After three years at Durmstrang you were pretty sure you’ll be there, but the thought that maybe the hat sort you an other house amused you, thought of your parents reaction.

 „Whatch your mouth now!” – your father muttered with clenched teeth and angry eyes.

Draco turned around to you. „You really went to the Durmstrang? Nice. My father wanted to sent me there too, but my mother wasn’t very happy about it. Why you left it?” – the pale boy asked with a clear curiosity in his voice; probably he was in the same view as his father. Before you can answered him, the match started. You didn’t really fancy the idea of telling him the truth anyway. You hated Durmstrang. Many ways it was everything what your parents were; dark and narrow-minded. It took you to three years of whining to convince them to let you go to the Hogwarts. 

After the Cup and the celebrations both ended, you went to bed, but you couldn’t avoid your parents’ suspicious behaviour. Still, you went to bed and since you were really tired, you fell asleep quickly. A few hours of sleep, and you woke up to the noises, but this time it wasn’t cheerful. It was fear. You wanted to go out from the tent, but you couldn’t; there was some protective charm around it that doesn’t let you. You tired to disarm it, but after a few attempt you realized it’s hopeless. Listening the screams was soul breaker, so you paced around the room for Godric knows how long, when your parents came back with a clear fright on their face. 

„WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” – you shouted, but they didn’t explaing anything. You packed your things fast, then disapparate from the place.
In the next morning, you get some answer for your questions. Not from your parents, but the Daily Prophet. When you saw the Dark Mark and read the article about the Death Eaters, you were sure about your parents whereabouts last night. You were so furious, but you decided it’s better to not speak them about it. Even if in your mind you shouting and them, you knew it’s a hopeless case; in your father’s eyes you were a huge dissapointment already because of your views. Now you only hoped you’ll find better people at Hogwarts. 

~ Year Fourth ~

The rest of the summer passed quickly, and find yourself at Hogwarts. It was truly amazing; you always dreamed about studying here. 

After the hat sorting the first years, a strict looking professor announced you. As you walked to the Sorting Hat, everything fell silence; you felt eyes on you. The professor put the hat on your head, and you heard immeadiatly its voice. 

„Hmmm that’s hard you see, a mind that already got some influence. There’s a lot of bravery and talent, and also great ambitions, oooh yes. Better be… SLYTHERIN!” Well, you wasn’t surprised at all, altought a little bit dissapointed; you really hoped that you could annoy your father with this. Draco Malfoy spotted you and made you an empty seat, so you could sat down next to him. Not the best company, but at least you know somebody. 

„I knew you’re going to be a slytherin.” – he said with a smirk, it seemed he’s always smirk. 

„Yeah, I guess you have to be my guide now.” Even if he seemed too arrogant to you already, you couldn’t help noticing how charming was he. The pale face with the almost white hair and grey eyes amazed you, and as far as you could see, the other girls was in this opinion too.

„With pleasure.” – he answered. Dumbledore told that this year ther’ll be the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts. Everybody looked happy and surprised, but you already knew that. After the feast started, Draco introduced you some of his friends who sat around him. 

„Everyone, she’s Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” – Of course he started with the last name, you thought. He told a few names, mostly last names - at least the important ones. You saw that some girls looked at you with jealousy in their eyes. No wonder why, girls clearly liked Draco, but now he only shows some interest towards to you.

During the next month you felt Hogwarts is your home more than the Durmstrang ever was. Despite of the rumour, Slytherin wasn’t a bad house at all. Although they were cautious and seemed unfriendly, for their own housemates and friends everybody was loyal and as much as normal then every other student. Having a Malfoy in your side helped you a lot; everybody liked you immediately, also, you could tell who liked you for real and who just pretend it. 

You spent most of your free time with Draco and his friends, but sometimes you couldn’t get enough energy for Crabbe and Goyle. You’ve made good friends with Daphne and Pansy, even if you could see a hint of jealousy in her face every time when you were close with Draco. 

For that matter, you started to like him more each day. Yes, he was a git, and in a lot of point you couldn’t agree with him, but there was a big challenge in him, and you could tell that he was on the same opinion. When he had an argument with somebody, he always had to have the last word, but with you, often let you to end the discussion.

At the end of October, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived. You knew you probably won’t see any of your friends – they were all under seventeen. And still, you were excited to see people from there. 

You all waited at the courtyard. The Beauxbatons arrive was remarkable indeed, with their great carriage and large horses, not to mention the huge headmistress. After they went into the school (they were shivering), everybody waited for the Durmstrang’s students. Most of people gazed the sky, thought they were going to arrive a same way than the french. 

„Look at the lake.” – you whispered in Draco’s ear. 

„Why? I don’t see anything.” 

„Just watch.” – you said, and after a few minutes, you heard a loud noise. Everybody stared the Black Lake now, and you all saw a mast. Then, slowly, a ship rose out from the water. Suddenly, you felt nostalgic when you saw the boat, the students in deep-red furry cloak, and the headmaster, Igor Karkaroff. Though, you don’t really miss him. 

As you went back down to the Great Hall and sat down, you were happy to see that the Durmstrang’ students chose the Slytherin table to sit. Viktor Krum sat down nearby to you, next to Draco. They were chatting, but you saw Krum looking at you. 

„You look familiar to me.” 

„Yeah, I went Durmstrang. I started at Hogwarts just this year. Everything’s fine at the north?” – you asked with a smile.

„Vell, nothing unusual. I bet you love this place. The castle look comfortable, and much bigger than ve have.” – he said gently. Despite of his grumpy face, Viktor was a nice person. 

„Yes, I love it here.” Your gaze wandered, looking for familiar faces. You recognized a lot of them, and then you saw somebody who stared at you – a tall, muscled boy with black hair and deep blue eyes; Dmitrij. You smiled at each other as your gaze met; probably Draco immediately noticed too, because he asked you. 

„Who’s that?” – you smirked as you heard the jealousy in his voice. 

„A friend.” Well, not really. You spoke a few times, but your relationship was mostly a silent flirting. 

The feast started, and you saw with pleasure that there were a lot of international food too. When a few girls in pale blue robes crossed the hall most of the boys looked at them. Including Draco, who smirked and cocked an eyebrow while staring at them with Crabbe and Goyle, muttered something that you couldn’t hear. You rolled your eyes and it catched Draco’s focus.

„Are you jealous, love?”  That you were, thinking this was the first time Draco looked at somebody with more interest than you since the start of the term. 

„I don’t think I have a reason to be.” You said simply before started to eating again, but the corner of your eye you could see, the smirk got bigger on the pale boy’s face. You impressed him every day, no doubt about it. 

Peter Quill Imagine

Based off this x

Originally posted by mancandycomedy

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

“Great job, moron!” Rocket hollered at me. “All you had to do was seduce that ass, go to his room and we could get our information! But you had to ruin it!”

The group had asked me to help them trick some alien that they, mainly Rocket and Drax, believed he had information about a mission. But I had tried too hard at flirting and made him leave me at the bar alone.

“You had one simple task! What the hell is wrong with you? You could have shown some skin or something-”

I clenched my hands into fists. “Excuse me for not being more attractive!” I raged.

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My Guardian Angel | Castiel x Reader Imagine

Wow… My blog has been dead for so long!!!

Yeah, I haven’t been getting any asks lately and it’s pretty hard to keep up when it feels like nobody reads these anymore. That or nobody cares to leave an ask…

SO PLEASE… Do it for the children…

This was stupid… I didn’t even want to go to a bar… It was way too loud and I just wanted to watch Star Trek or something…

“Kate, do we really have to do this?” My party girl roommate giggled as we approached the bar.

“Of course! All you do is sit around the house reading and watching your television shows! It’s time for you to get out there!” I liked Kate, sure, but she was a real pain in the ass sometimes…

I rolled my eyes, “I do more than that”

“Like what?” She put her hands on her hips.

“I play on my Xbox One. That reminds me! I have this mission I need to complete… Bye Kate!” I tried to turn around but she grabbed the uncomfortable dress she shoved me into that showed off my cleavage a bit too much.

She flicked back her long, curly brown hair back and slung a shoulder around me, “Not on my watch, Y/N! I’m going to get you hooked up tonight if my life depends on it”

“Please don’t…” I begged, but we had already arrived at the club.

Kate strolled into the night club, the bouncer clearly aware of who she was, and I realized that my suspicions were proven true. Even the music choice was terrible.

“Now! Let’s take a looksee at the menu for tonight…” Her eyes scanned the men in the bar like a predator, “If you have an idea of who you want then just give me a call. I’ll go get us some drinks”

I hastily shuffled into the booth we had been assigned and seemingly crumpled in on myself like a piece of paper. I pulled out my phone and tried scrolling pinterest for some funny marvel pictures when someone just had to talk to me.

“Umm… Hello?” I jerked upward and my first thought was…

‘Wow he has really blue eyes…’

“Hi…” I muttered quietly. The man had dark, tousled hair and a stubble around his jaw, above anything he looked like an attractive tax accountant.

“My friend over there… He has insisted that I come talk to you. I can leave if you want…” No way. This is my chance! If I pretend like I getting on with him then maybe Kate will let me go home. After all, she stole my key to the apartment…

I waved my arms rapidly, “N-No! No. It’s okay! You can sit”

He sighed before stiffly pulling into the chair next to me, “So… You don’t want to be here either?”

He nodded, “It’s very uncomfortable, yes”

I held out my hand, “My name is Y/N L/N. What’s yours?”

After a second he carefully took my hand and shook it as if I were made of glass, “Castiel…”

“Castiel… That’s an amazing name” The ravenette liked my compliment, I could tell.

Suddenly, a memory came to mind, “Are you… Named after the angel? Castiel?”

I thought I saw a small upturn of his lips, like I had said some kind of inside joke, “You could say that, yes”

“That’s kinda funny… Castiel is always the angel that I pray to…” The man in front of me had a strange look in his eyes. A look that said he already knew.

I tried to clear my head, “So yeah! Really cool. Meanwhile I’m pretty sure my parents chose my name from drawing out of a hat” Kate chose this moment to walk back over to our table.

“Woah, Y/N! I thought you’d be hopeless but you’ve already got yourself a date with a guy like this” She smirked, bringing the glass of whisky up to her lips.

I shook my head rapidly, “No way! We’re just talking!”

“Ugh… Talking? Geez, what am I going to do with you…?” Her eyes had fallen on Castiel’s friend who had been watching us with a smirk. He looked handsome enough but he… looked a bit too confident for my tastes.

“Hey buddy, is that your friend?” Kate asked, looking him up and down.

Castiel nodded, “Yes… His name is Dean-“

“Perfect! Alright Y/N you can have your keys back” She pulled the key from her breast pocket and tossed it to me, “For your own benefit I’ll insist we head over to his place, kay?” I had gotten used to her antics at this point, but I still couldn’t believe how easily she moved around here.

“Excuse me, Y/N. I have to go speak with my friend” Castiel said urgently, moving over to his green-eyed companion who was already making bedroom eyes at my roommate.

Apparently I looked like fresh meat because not two seconds after Castiel left I was greeted by another guy.

But dammit I’m starting to think that Castiel’s kindness was a minority in this place…

“Hey there girl, can I buy you a drink?” A ginger guy asked, sitting himself in Castiel’s seat.

I shook my head, “Thank you but I don’t drink…”

“Aw come on! You look like you could handle it!” My eyes viciously scanned for Castiel but he had walked outside with Dean and Kate was nowhere to be seen.

He pulled me up out of the chair and started walking over to the exit, “It’s alright. If you don’t like the bar we don’t have to be in the bar”

At first I had wanted to leave the night club but right now I wanted nothing more than to run back to my seat and wait for Castiel to get back. But the man’s grip on me tightened and I’m pretty sure he wasn’t letting go.

He pulled me into the alleyway an almost instantly shoved me against the wall, leaving a cut on the bottom of my neck. I yelped in pain but he grabbed my hands before I could retreat. I could taste the disgusting alcohol on his breath when he leaned in closer to my lips.

“C’mon babe, let’s try and have some fun…” He forced his lips on mine and I was instantly terrified. I was scared that if I pushed him off he might try to do something worse…

‘God… Castiel… Please! Help me!’

Suddenly the man was yanked away from me and thrown to the ground in a howl of pain. Standing above him was Castiel, who practically had a blazing fury trapped inside his eyes. He coiled his fist around his dirty shirt and held him against the wall, “What do you think you were doing…?” His voice so menacing that the man against the wall was shaking with fear.

“I-I’m sorry! I swear I won’t touch your girl again! Please don’t hurt me!” Castiel’s unoccupied hand clenched into a fist and brought itself upon his face, leaving him with a bruised cheek.

Once the man fell to the cold floor Castiel kicked him once more for good measure before walking back over to me.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” His monotone voice was now spiked with worry as he scanned my features.

His hand accidentally brushed against my neck which sent a stinging pain shooting through my nerves. His face darkened with anger as he turned around to beat the man senseless.

I grabbed his shoulder and held him back, “No! No… Please. I’m okay”

“But he hurt you…” I shook my head, clenching the wound with my hand to try and stem the trickle of steady blood that leaked out of the crack.

“It’s… just a scratch” The blue eyed man shook his head.

“No, I’ll help you” He bunched his middle and index fingers together and pressed them against my forehead.

The pain instantly vanished and when I ran my fingers over where I had been cut I couldn’t find the wound anywhere.

“You… Who are you?” He smiled softly.

“My name is Castiel. And I’m an angel of the lord”

How’d ya like it? Was it good? Was it bad? 

Also please give me asks…:(

Ashe is out. 

today I have my commencement, then a reception with one of my departments (if I…didn’t rsvp too late…) then a NAP then dinner at a real nice place. *_*

Graduation went pretty well even if my hat blew away while I was walking up and someone had to rescue it. And apparently, some latecomers walked right in front of my mom while I was walking and so she missed it and was apoplectic with rage. I was texting my family from the field like “please make sure mama doesn’t get arrested”. Apparently, the people who stood in front of her were snotty about it, and mama is generally very nice!! Unless she is mad, haha. In the end I think she just stress knitted a lot, though.

I think I slept all of a half hour last night (idk why) so I’m lookin’ forward to that nap.

“There are no ‘juicy details” //I.L.//

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“There are no ‘juicy details”

Pairing(s): Isaac x Hale!Reader, Pack x Hale!Reader

Requested?: Yes

Request: Dec. Spec. I’m 5'9", with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. Could you please do one with Isaac and watching Christmas movies, singing Christmas carols at school in November, stuff like that? - @minigranger

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You know when I was younger I used to hate Olga because we really only saw her from Helga’s perspective, and ofcourse, someone who’s seen with such a horrible point of veiw can’t usually help but to be seen horribly, but I think more than anything now I just feel sorry for her, she didn’t grow up in a different home from Helga, her parents were the same, the difference is that Bob and Miriam don’t expect anything from Helga so they don’t care much about her (or rather, don’t care much about how they act around her) where as with Olga they had very, smotheringly high expectations for her, yes they gave her attention, but that isn’t always a good thing, they gave Olga the WRONG kind of attention, the pressuring kind, just seeing Bob’s reaction anytime Olga did something less than perfect (not winning ONE trophy or ONE spelling contest and coming in second, despite all the things she DID win for example) shows that Olga most likely learned very young that the only way to get any approval or attention from her parents was to be as perfect as she could be, and happy all the time too apparently, so Olga molded to follow the example they were setting: perfection is the only way to be good, where as Helga is, unconciously, following the example in front of her too: don’t care about anyone or anything and yelling always proves your point, I’m sure whenever Olga did poorly at something, unbeknownst to Helga who was likely too young to remember (or rather, wasn’t around at the time, both before she was born and when she wasn’t home) she likely was given the same negative attention that Helga recieves now, onto what really made me think of all this, Olga really, genuienly does love Helga I think, I think she sees Helga as a clean slate of sorts, the one person in her life who doesn’t expect anything of her, yet Helga hates her and she doesn’t know why so she keeps modeling the behaviour of a “perfect” sister that she sees in media or in school, they have a pretty big age gap, atleast ten years, since Helga mentions “every year” she comes home from college and Helga is only nine, at the youngest Olga has to be I’d think nineteen but she’s more likely 22 or so, that means that when Helga was four, around the time of her earliet memories, Olga was already in high school and about to graduate, not leaving much time for them to connect at all, or for Helga to ever really witness any failures Olga may have had, additionally, we’ve seen that Helga suffers from pretty bad emotional issues, I’m sure Olga does too, but unlike Helga who expresses this with anger, Olga presents us with depression and most likely some type of anxiety, thus why she can be bawling at the drop of a hat, and why she’s so easily swayed (alot of people with anxiety tend to follow whatever they’re asked for fear of upsetting someone they deem important) and I really wish we could have had just one episode where Olga’s perspective was seen, atleast for a few minutes


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Word Count: 700

Trigger warning: mild discription of panic brought on by a fear of clowns.

Request: Imagine the BAU having a Halloween party. Spencer not knowing of your phobia comes in dressed as a clown causing you to freak out and leaving him to really make it up to you later that night. 

Notes: Not really sure I like this one…but I wanted to get it out tonight. And I didn’t know if the requester wanted the relationship to be romantic or not, so I left it pretty vague.

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lily luna potter headcanons (inspired by @glitternoah love u!!)

( james. ) || ( albus. ) 

  • so lily is a hufflepuff
  • literally fuck cursed child sorry she’s a hufflepuff through and through
  • she absolutely adores teddy with all her heart
  • and it’s one of the reasons she asks the sorting hat to put her in hufflepuff
  • because teddy was too and he was so great
  • he’s always making sure she’s happy and playing with her when james and albus said they’re too old for it and tells her funny stories and changes his nose shape to make her laugh when she’s upset
  • so yeah she looks up to teddy and she’s never wanted to be like anyone when she grows up, but teddy’s a pretty good start
  • of course, she also holds the traits to be a puff as well
  • she’s a bundle of sunshine, a glowing candle in times of darkness
  • but she’s not like her mother in that respect, who burns with everything she has, burns with a passion that builds up and flares
  • her fire is warm, igniting a light in everyone around her
  • and she has a smile that could only make you grin back, infectious and comforting at the same time
  • but it’s not just her optimistic nature
  • no, she has an eye for outcasts, for spares, for the ones who often just sink into the background
  • it’s this reason that she gets on with both brothers so well
  • because whilst james is her guardian, the overprotective one, and she loves him, she does
  • it’s albus who is suffocated by his own insecurities and she catches on to that quickly
  • people missed that sometimes, especially when he was younger, but she gets it and goes out of her way to make him feel better
  • it makes sense, i suppose, that the two potter boys are on different ends of the extreme, and lily only straddles the middle
  • james and albus share this: an overwhelming insecurity at times that makes them act the worst way — the older, a whirlwind of chaos, the younger, suffering so quietly until he becomes nothing
  • but lily gets insecure too
  • she does this with it: she does not use it to prove nor bury herself
  • no, she decides she wants to use it for good
  • she wants to use it to help people, because potters are supposed to be oh-so-great and she thinks, so is everyone else, we just have to show them
  • and she’s observant, she’s careful, she watches people and interacts with them accordingly
  • but this is the thing about such good people: they always have a fatal flaw
  • lily’s is her incredibly short temper, inherited from her mother, yours truly
  • and it’s not even just that, it’s unpredictable
  • it’s like a ticking timebomb except you can rarely see it
  • one minute she is as lovely as ever, the next moment you’ll be running away with several hexes thrown your way
  • but i digress
  • she gets to hogwarts, sorted into hufflepuff because she wants to, and the teachers all adore her
  • because she’s calmer than the hurricane that is james, and she’s clever enough
  • not top of the class, but she’s good enough and she works hard for her marks
  • charms is her best subject
  • the silencing charm is her favourite spell (she has to shut her family up somehow)
  • when she’s given the prefect badge in her fifth year, it is not because of her grades (average E in most subjects)
  • but because she’s a people person, because she sees younger ones who need help and actually does something about it, because she listens
  • she’s in a shit load of extra curricular, including frog choir, charms club, and feminist society (victoire weasley left it rose in charge after she left, and lily, being one of the very youngest of their generation, ended up heading it in her seventh year)
  • she does her best to never worry about her future, and it’s only in her sixth year when she’s picking her NEWT subjects does she decide that a healer sounds pretty kickass to be
  • and she’s a hufflepuff for merlin’s sake, she works her ass off to make sure her grades are up to par
  • leaving hogwarts, she immediately gets an internship at st mungos 
  • and she works there for several years in the spell damage ward, and though not directly part of the staff for the janus thickey ward, she uses her own free time and will to volunteer there as well
  • the spell damage ward is actually where she remeets a ravenclaw in the year above her by the name of amelia liu
  • they go out to a cafe and amelia kisses her with the taste of slightly bitter coffee in contrast to lily’s sweet 
  • amelia becomes a steady figure in her life, a comforting presence and makes lily’s stomach do funny things every time she looks at her
  • when the potters meet her, harry says she looks rather familiar and amerlia smiles, says he knew her mother in school
  • “i did?” he questions, baffled. “who’s your mother?”
  • “cho liu,” amelia answers, and lily swears there’s something special in her grin. “well, chang back then.”
  • ginny laughs so hard she needs to excuse herself from the dinner table
  • after three years, give or take a few, ther’s a researcher job being offered and with the encouragement of her girlfriend she decides to apply
  • she gets it and finds that she actually quite enjoys it, staying on for many years
  • amelia is a ministry official, part of the department of magical sports and games, but she and lily start to develop a side project
  • it’s to bring more awareness to mental illnesses, which lily didn’t realise the wizarding world had been neglecting until she starts to notice several of her cousins with mental illnesses that they didnt quite know how to handle
  • she gets her entire family backing her on it
  • and it takes a fuck load of work because nearly the entire wizarding world won’t take them seriously
  • but lily’s got a long term girlfriend to hold hands with who also has the same strong conscious that is telling them they need to help people
  • and it’s time she used her potter name to do some good anyway