Let me tell you something, kid. I know that you’re sad. And I know that you think that some boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts is the answer. But he isn’t the answer. Or the savior. Or the light at the end of the tunnel. He’s just a boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. And I know that you want him to reach a hand to the floor and help you stand again, but he can’t fix you. He’s sad, too. He’s looking for the answer. And newsflash: it isn’t you. It isn’t anybody. Because people aren’t going to teach you how to wake up even when it’s hard, and how to feel life all the way to your gut without trying to throw it back up, and how to demand your own kindness. No, kid. That’s something you have to figure out for yourself.

Doctor, wherever, whenever you are — pay close attention now, ‘cause this is a postcard from the past. Do not ask how on Earth did the Tylers manage to breach the void and end up here without causing the end of the world (we don’t know that either, and the more questions we ask, the clearer it becomes they’re not so sure themselves) or why is a fairly startled Jackie staring somewhere awfully far from where she’s supposed to (this was the only photo Jack accepted, he apparently looked hot enough so yeah, there’s that) or what’s the meaning behind our little festive decorations (we think you have a pretty good idea, actually) or are the ball bearings edible (yes, says Rose, she has checked) or how do we know when is your birthday (you told us. The single-hearted you. He’s really quite obsessed with the abundant amounts of candles). Because the point is, it is your birthday and even though we have no idea which one exactly and no idea where you are or what you’re currently feeling like (we hope you’re not sad), we still want you to know there’s still a bunch of fairly crazy and potentially jeopardy-friendly humans somewhere, somewhen in the Universe who love you a lot. Happy Birthday, Doctor! 

Signed, respectively: Sarah Jane Smith (the last remnant of sanity), The King and Queen of Pete’s World and the Rest of Everything (why, not pretentious at all), the Intergalactic Princess (don’t even ask), Martha Star Jones-Smith, Mickey Mouse, Everyone’s Favourite Reindeer and, obviously, Jackie.

I finally finished. It’s not even half as good as I would like it to be, but oh well. I hope you enjoy it. And also, I’m still upset I couldn’t include Donna properly.

So I work at a burrito chain that has a rewards card for the summer. You get the card, register it online, and have four purchases in a month you get the 5th free. This older lady, probably in her 70s comes in and after ordering tells me she has a rewards card. She explains that she doesn’t have the card on her. I ask for her phone number to look it up. She says she hasn’t registered the card yet. I politely as possible tell her that without registering it I can’t look up the number and give her points for her order, but I could give her a new card and start over. She begins to go off about how she doesn’t have a computer or an email address to register the card nor does she have a phone number. Proceeds to ask for a manager, who tells her exactly what I told her about needing to register it and without the card or number she will not get anything for free. Now she’s mad and yelling about how we are an ageist company and that it needs to be fixed so people like her can use the rewards.
Honestly rewards cards aren’t something companies have to provide they are merely incentives for customers to spend money. Don’t take them for granted. There is nothing an employee can do for your old ass.

Let Me Love You

“What the fuck…” you mutter out loud to yourself. All you can focus on are those damn green eyes staring at you on your phone. You haven’t heard from him in two years. Why is he calling you? What the hell what you even say?! What.The.Fuck.

He didn’t leave a voicemail which made you relax for a second. It’s just a butt dial. Get a grip Y/N. You mumble to yourself while staring into a compact. You feel like you’re burning up. Having your face look like a friggin tomato isn’t the best look. Especially when you’re at work. Sighing you throw your Iphone in your desk and go grab a cookie from the break room. It’s gonna be a long fucking day.

Memories of Jensen keep flashing in your head. You feel like your mind is betraying you. You can’t even eat a god damn snack without being distracted. You grab a water from the fridge then head back down the hall. I should really get a small fridge for my office you think to yourself. You lazy fuck.

Jensen. Jensen. Jensen. Once that annoyingly attractive boy pops in your head, it’s hard to get him out. How did I get here? How did we get here? Shit happened. Danneel happened. Life happened.

He turned into Jensen fucking Ackles and you turned into a publicist in New York. Jay is talented and you’ve known that since day one. Would you have guessed he would still be chasing after monsters? Hell no. But that adorable bastard makes it entertaining. You on the other hand…you aren’t a big people person. Yet all you do is deal with annoying humans every day. Part of it is a defense mechanism. The other part is that you just don’t give a shit. Luckily you are good at pretending. You play your part well.

You and Jensen met over 10 years ago in LA. It was a perfect sunny day, high in the 80s with a slight breeze. You wore a tight green strapless dress with cork wedges. It brought out your tan perfectly and looked great with your beachy waves. You looked damn good. You remember every fucking detail from that day right down to the stupid weather. It’s burned in your brain. You still can’t decide if he’s the greatest love or disappoint in your life.

Realizing you should get some work done, you dive into writing a press release. Suddenly you hear your phone vibrate. Dammit. Once you look at your phone it would be over. You barely have any work ethic today to begin with. You really want to play Covet Fashion which is addicting. Stop it Y/N.

Finally giving in, you see Jensen’s name again. You immediately want to cry, puke and throw the phone at the wall all at the same time. What a fucking healthy reaction. But that’s what this man does to you. It’s nothing new yet it catches you off guard every damn time. Every possible scenario is popping in your head. Just read the damn text Y/N. But where’s the fun in that? It’s easier to freak out and wonder if you will ever get over him. Pussy.

What do you think?! Be honest :))

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ainawgsd  asked:

Hello! First I want to say thank you for this silliness. I've stumbled across SPN stuff a few times through other fandoms over the years but for whatever reason resisted until about a month ago. Now I'm playing catch up (started season 2 this week) and it's nice to have something that I can turn to without context to avoid too many spoilers. I do wonder though what season Dean turns himself part dog though? I'm really looking foward to that episode. Keep up the good work!

Well, welcome to the SPNFamily! Thanks so much for enjoying our posts! You’re right, I never considered that we are pretty much a spoiler free spn blog…that so cool! As for catching up, I know there are a lot of seasons, but I watched seasons 1-8 over my Christmas break like 4 years ago, that’s a lot of Netflix in like 2 weeks. haha, I didn’t come out of my room for a long time. xD I believe in ya. You’ll be caught up in no time. As for Dean turning himself into a dog, that happens in season 9. 

I hope you are enjoying your Monday!

Happy Hunting,


Ok, but let me highlight this little part with Lenalee… This is anime only, btw. Yes, she also destroys Goushi in the manga, but the scene BEFORE she does so only appear animated.

Honestly, she is worried with both Goushi and Timothy. But the little one gets hurt. She is confused… Then Klaud just look in her eyes… “You know what to do, Lenalee.” Without speaking. No need to, Their sync is that good.

Lena´s eyes say “Oh, no… I don´t want to do this…..” and she gets up… Cleches her teeth… “Why? Why things turned into this tragedy… Again?”

I´m sure. There´s also hatred for the Order in her face.

But she stands up, bravely… “I have no choice. He´s an enemy now, right? Then… I must protect Timothy and General Klaud. I´m really sorry…… But I don´t want to lose more allies!”

She gets this far because of her friends. Not because of the Order itself.

idfk… i havent eaten in like 11 hours lmao… i keep doing that i keep. just literally physically not taking care of myself because i feel… guilty and too occupied… i need to be working harder i still have so much tag shit to work on ive been saying i would for days and i have no… time or ability for pleasant stuff i dont know how to relax and enjoy anything even when im not doing something specific or being bothered

i have to be scared to say anything personal because people want to twist it and shit, i couldnt vent about a relationship i literally have no clue how to feel about without some asshole using to make up a stupid shitty post lying about what any of this shit has been about

im amazed i havent gotten even more “omg ur crazy and pathetic thinking ur tim” messages but lmao the pressure of a lot of strangers looking at me all the time and the awful association of jason shit really has driven a wedge between me and my connection to him which was something i cope with and feel actively good about myself with so without that ive been. more depressed and detached from everything than in a long time the last few months

but like you know. im not a person and i deserve any shit i get because i have the fucking gall to be upset that people in the fandom for something i care deeply about are fucking creeps, being creeps to actual kids, and i try to keep people aware of the creepy shit they do because vulnerable people and people with morals dont fucking want to be near them and saying that is our right

like i wouldnt give a shit about anyone saying ‘dont follow me if you follow reina’ because i do the same with them and its everyones right, i only care about that one shitty post because it claimed i was “spreading lies” by… making a post with literal links to exactly what i was claiming

i dont know its fucking exhausting and yeah congrats i feel guilty and stupid and obnoxious and i deserve all that


My friends and I nearly got into an accident and it was the cop’s fault.

So my friend and her sister picked me up from my house. We get to a side-street road that leads to the main street to get to where we’re going. This side-street has a stoplight, which is red so my friend slows to stop but doesn’t come to a full stop because the light changed to green she accelerates to go with the flow of traffic.
As we approach the light a cop, driving an average speed with no lights or sirens, completely blows the red light on our left. My friend, who was driving slower, stops and the cop does this sort of California-stop where he just rolls right passed us without really stopping and then he gave us look as if to say ‘I know I fucked up but I know you’re gonna cover my fuck up.’ We had the right-of-way, he did not have lights or sirens on at all, had my friend been going any faster (i.e. The speed limit) we would have definitely hit him.
And I kind of wish we did.
Cops where I live are the highest paid cops in the country and have the safest country to patrol compared to the national average. I would have loved to sue them and make some pretty quick money. Cops around here just turn their lights on whenever they don’t feel like waiting at a light and I guess that’s just too much of a fucking hassle now, so they’ll just blow the light and expect everyone else to watch out for them.

He’d been keeping a lonely vigil.

While things had returned to some semblance of normalcy, Anpiel had continued to pine for his friend, Azrael. They’d… been together for so long that going a few weeks without him was… a little painful. The seraph knew that wherever he was, he was fine. But… still.

He should have returned by now.

Since the incident, Anpiel had made it a habit to visit a local park a few times a day, sometimes in the middle of the night. Bringing little bits to feed the nearby birds with. Mostly pigeons. But he watched carefully, hoping that one would appear with those snow white feathers that he knew. But he also knew that Azrael would likely not look the same.

So he’d wait. Glancing up at the full moon and letting himself be bathed in its light. Breathing out a little sigh as a few hungry pigeons settled on the bench around him. Pecking happily at the little seeds he was leaving for them. 

“…Where are you.”

I’ve been thinking of doing this for a while now, but something has always come up – more often than not, it’s my laziness getting in the way, tbqh. Anyway, I’m finally doing it. This is neither a follow forever, nor an extensive list of the awesome people I just happen to follow. It’s simply a thank you to all of you – the ones who followed me when I up and changed blogs without notice, the ones who put up with all the WWE and football trash I post, the blessed ones who have seen firsthand just how much of a trash partner I am, and finally, the ones who make tumblr a pleasant experience for me. So, here’s to you.

Here’s looking at you, kid

@ophy-in-wonderland : I can’t decide whether I’m more amazed that it’s already been a year or that it’s only been a year. Most days, it feels like I’ve known you forever. Either way, happy one year. I’m eternally grateful that you wandered into my inbox and what was supposed to be a simple trash pairing of sex and blood turned into one of my favorite ships. I’m also eternally grateful for you. I think it feels like we’ve known each other for so much longer because it seems like you’ve been with me for so many major changes: the anxiety of grad school, the relief of graduation, the absolute sadness of having to leave a job I adore, the abyssmal purgatory of unemployment. Thank you for being my support. Thanks for letting me rant about the most random things and for indulging my interests even when they’re outside the realm of yours. I love you. I love your heart. You’re a remarkable person and a ridiculously talented writer. I can’t remember what it feels like not to talk to you every day, and honestly, I don’t want to. Thanks for being my person.

@bobbimorsebartons : Mimi. Mimi. You are the single sweetest person ever. I don’t know when you went from admin to close friend, but I’m definitely glad for it. I live for the hottie of the day, the kinkshaming, and the random supernaturally themed rants. You’re amazing. I love talking characters with you. The amount of work that you’ve put into @aintnograverp is beyond amazing. Thank you for providing the rpc with a safe and wonderful place. 

@valhallawrites : It’s unlikely that you’ll see this, but you deserve to be here so sue me. Evee, I love you. You were one of the first people I followed when I moved over to 1x1 all those years ago, but it wasn’t until I decided to app for Henry that we finally started talking… and wow. You’re a gem, and I’m privileged to have written with you and to still call you a friend. I hope that life is good to you and that you succeed in achieving all of your goals. You’re driven and talented and I know that one day I’ll see your name in lights. I’m rooting for you, kid. 

To my partners: I can’t believe you put up with me. You all have the patience of saints. You’re a talented lot and I’m proud to say I create with you.

@ladydeathwrites | @kalie-writes | @xspacesuperhero | @tonkinwrites | @mastani-s | @parineetiofrp | @lunaxwrites | @chasing-givenchy

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

Now, to the rest of you: maybe we’ve spoken a few times, or maybe I’ve simply sat here thinking about how lucky I am to be following such quality people. Either way, I’m grateful to you. You bring light to my dash and make being on this site a good thing, which is not always an easy task. So, thank you.

@mockingbirdwrites | @akadevildocks | @wintersvldiier | @tin-writes | @livingdeadwriter | @jonstarkgaryen | @dormcr | @stardustion | @polyrp | @jensennackels | @sonybaloney-rps | @pixiedustrps | @starjammerz | @roguesgxllery | @princeowls | @ohmacbeth | @sadserotonin | @pmbrlys | @infireandblood | @chiberish | @foxwayladies | @hailmaleficent | @harryshumjr  | @wesencouncilerrandboy | @jaifkncourtney | @edenofink | @disneysqueen | @trashbabyworld | @shackleboltrps | @thefirstarchitect | @neverlandswriter | @hooking

Special shoutout to desirpnetwork, comicsrpnet, @slowroleplayersnet, litrpnet. 

Sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone. No offense meant, I promise. I’m just trash. 

dachi-chan25  asked:

Hi~! Could we have a sequel for the Loki x Sakura featuring Thor's reaction/thoughts about his little brother's feelings???

prequel [here]!

“Felicitations, shield sister!” Thor exclaims, clapping Sakura on the shoulder.

She is the only one of the Avengers who can take such “friendly affection” without stumbling. Sakura looks up at him, eyes wary. He has never addressed her by that particular title. “I suppose you’ve heard then,” she replies, braced for…well, anything.

“Indeed,” Thor says with a nod. “It is unfortunate that I was called away for a time on my duties to the other Realms. The Man of Iron has filled me in.”

“Great,” Sakura says drily. “Not sure it’s the most accurate description of the actual events.”

Thor pauses for a moment, suddenly serious as he regards her. “Is it true that Loki courts you?”

Sakura remains silent for a moment, unsure how to respond. “So it seems,” she says.

“You do not seem pleased,” Thor says.

“Are you?” Sakura asks, glaring up at him. “Your brother has attempted several invasions and hostile takeovers of this planet. He is an enemy to the public. Do you want him to be courting me?”

“My brother has been…very misguided,” Thor says softly, ponderously. “He has been lied to about his birth and maligned by those he loved most. He…I do not agree with his actions in the least, but I know his reasons behind them and know I am at partial fault.” His blue eyes burn into her. “Am I wrong to desire his redemption?”

Sakura swallows. “But…but…” She sighs. “Telepathic alien squid? How is that romantic?”

Thor laughs from deep within his belly. “Loki has not had the honor of Midgardian training. Thankfully, he is a quick learner.”

Sakura shivers slightly as he throws an arm around her shoulder.

She gets the feeling the next few months are going to be…exciting to say the least.

anonymous asked:

Alright! Who are we asking first?-Ethos

Everyone present, of course. Alright everyone. Let’s hear your alibis!

I’ve been in the library all day. Celes came in at about 1:30, so it’s not the most stable alibi…an alibi nonetheless.

I think I was still in the lunch hall until 1:10…? Something like that…? I was talking with Maro.

Yes. I can confirm that. Kazuichi believed I wouldn’t be able to eat one of everything of the day’s menu. Naturally, I took that as a test of my abilities.

Well, Kyouko and I were walking around campus between 12:00 and 1:00. So we both have alibis.

Uh…..(How do I explain that was looking for a paddle because I was keeping my word about Leon being punished for every pick-up line I was sent…and how do I do it without sounding psychotic…?) I was in my room….




Are you gonna give me your alibi or not?

Can’t. Don’t have anyone to back it up, so there’s no point in saying where I was. Sorry if that ain’t good enough.

Okay, but quickly analyzing that scene where Wanda and Tony talk about him “locking her in her room”. Her face in the end, when he says he did it to protect her is so interesting. We forget that she can see his real self. She knows why he really did it and that he may think he was protecting her, but that is not how you protect people. Locking them up without even asking them or talking to them about it. She knows hes always had whatever he wanted and that he forgets that other people have feelings too. And you can see it all in her look. Its so sarcastically disbelieving.

Writing Meme

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @feyestwords

Where do you publish your work? 

Fanfic on ao3, poems on Tumblr.

What medium/application/etc. do you write in or with? 

I generally use Ommwriter for drafting and Word for editing, though sometimes I go with pen and paper too. I’ve accidentally (?) conditioned myself to see Word as an editing tool, so I find it distracting when tying to write the first draft, which I prefer to do quickly without looking back at what I’ve written.

Do you collaborate with others? 

I never have, but I think I’d enjoy it? I’m not sure how one does writing collaborations, but I’d definitely give it a try if someone actually wanted to collaborate with me. Let’s be real, I probably wouldn’t collaborate with myself.

How much editing do you do before you publish? 

A lot. Too much. Which is why I don’t end up posting much, or at least nothing serious. My ao3 is filled with stupid crack that I have no excuse for, but I SWEAR I have serious stuff too. I keep changing things, deleting everything I’ve written and starting all over again, and so on. It’s a bad habit. I’m trying to break it.

Do you listen to music when you write?

Sometimes. When I do listen to music, it has to be without lyrics or with lyrics that I know by heart so my brain can stop processing other words than my own writing. Sometimes I prefer silence though. 

How do you decide what to write about? 

I don’t?? I have too many ideas and too little writing stamina, but I still attempt to write ALL OF THEM. I’m a mess.

When do you write?

My inspiration hits after 4 am usually, and I HATE it because it’s inconvenient when I’m tired and I want to sleep, but I have to get up because my mind won’t shut up. 

How often do you write? 

I try to write every day, even if it’s just 100 words or so. Keyword is “try” because more often than not I fail. I’m going through a painfully unproductive period right now.

Do you take requests? Why/why not? 

Sometimes I write things for people I’m fond of because they’re awesome and I want to make them happy. But I don’t officially take requests for the simple reason that I’m garbage and can’t finish anything, ever.

Is there any genre or type of story you want to write but are hesitant to?

Lengthy multi-chapters scare the shit out of me. Because, as I’ve said before, I don’t have much writing stamina, and I’m always afraid I can’t handle them. I get tired, I lose inspiration, I lose the pace of the story. The best ideas I have always span over multiple chapters, so do you see my problem? I’m surprised I got to 38k with TGHMP, but it did take me almost an year, and I did start 2000 other fics in the mean time. So yeah, I’m hesitant to write long stories. 

Any inspirational quotes, videos, tricks, articles, etc. that help you stay motivated?

I personally find M. Kirin inspirational. I’m the worst person when it comes to motivation and advice because I literally have no idea. I write because I have to, because it’s the only thing I want to do, because I don’t know what else to do with myself.

Go to page 7 of your WIP, skip to the 7th line, and share 7 sentences.

A mute scream stumbles up his trachea and rolls past his lips, only to lose itself into the dense and shapeless mass he has become. There’s no past or present or future. Not even fear. Nothing left, only infinite absence swinging from one side of forever to the other. 

His consciousness escapes him, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, dainty and delicate and fragile. So fragile. A light film of awareness where no thoughts can ever be.

It’s from a Hannibal x The Shining crossover that I’m yet to finish. 

Thank you for tagging me, this was fun!!

I’m gonna tag (and hope I don’t annoy them with this): @jadegreenworks @you-dropped-your-forgiveness @slashyrogue @cannibalcuisine @its-dr-and-mr-lecter-graham @avegetariancannibal @yggdrastiles 

anonymous asked:

I know this may seem like a silly question, but how should one who doesn't have a binder try and be their queer male self in public without it being a problem? I am scared and I need some help.

sports bras and camis with built in bras!!! doubling up gets most people a good enough flatness that, when combined with baggy clothing, helps them pass. some sports bras are more specifically designed for compression - look for those!!

Psychopath Part 1

Summary: Sister Winchester. Sam and Dean’s sister goes to spend the evening with her boyfriend.

Warnings: Violence, abuse.

You skip down the hall with a huge smile on your face. Your boyfriend asked to take you on another date and you were excited. Things have been going great between the two of you.

“Is it okay if I go out with Austin tonight?” You ask Dean while walking in his room.

Dean looks up from his phone. “Depends. What does your boy toy have planned?”

“He’s not a boy toy.” You laugh. “We were to going to stay at his place and watch movies and chill.”

“You can watch movies here.” Dean states.

Without you and Sam breathing down our necks.” You clarify.

     You and Dean have a silent staring contest before he caves.

“Fine.” He exhales. “Be home before midnight.”

You give your brother a kiss on the check before heading out. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Don’t scratch Baby!” He calls.

     You laugh as you grab the keys off the counter.

“I’ll be back later.” You call to Sam.

“Don’t do anything stupid!” He calls back.

    You hop in the Impala and head towards your boyfriend’s house. A short time later you pull into his driveway. He meets you at the front door as you climb the steps.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles.

“Hey, Austin.” You laugh as you walk in.

      You step into the living room and see a stack of movies and boxes of pizza on the coffee table.

“I hope pizza was okay.” He grins.

“Pizza’s great.” You say while grabbing a slice.

“What do you want to watch first?” He asks while you get comfortable on the couch.

“Hmmm.” You ponder. “The Ring?”

“Why a scary movie?” He whines.

“It’s not that scary.” You state. “I’ve seen scarier things.”

      What your boyfriend doesn’t know is that you have actually seen scarier things. He doesn’t know that you and your brothers are hunters. He is completely unaware to the supernatural world around him.

“What about The Purge?” You offer.

“I’m cool with that.” He announces.

     You roll your eyes as he starts the movie. He sits down next to you and you lean over against his shoulder. Munching on pizza, you enjoy the movie and getting to spend time with your boyfriend.

    Your eyes open and see the closing credits roll across the screen.

“Did I miss it?” You mutter.

“Just the last hour.” He chuckles.

“You should have woke me up.” You say while shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Nah.” Austin smiles. “You’re cute when you’re asleep.”

“That’s a little creepy.” You laugh. “What time is it?”

“11:15.” He informs.

“Crap. I gotta go.” You explain. “I have to be back before midnight.”

“No.” He whines. “Break the rules for once.”

You lean over and give him a kiss. “I can’t unless you want my brothers breaking down your door.”

He stands up and kisses you again. “Come over Saturday then. We’ll spend the whole day together.”

“I can’t.” You repeat. “I’m going out of town with my brothers.”

He becomes angry for some reason. “Why do you always go out of town?”

You run a hand through your hair. “I can’t say, okay? I’ll be back.”

He shoves you back. “Is there something going on with you and your so called ‘brothers’?”

“What?!” You exclaim. “Dude they are my brothers. That’s sick that you would think that.”

“What do you want me to think, Y/N?” He yells. “You leave for days at a time without a word and when you come back you pretend nothing happened.”

“Because I have to!” You yell back. “I’m keeping you safe by not telling you anything.”

“LIAR!” He screams.

      His hand lashes out and connects with your face. You fall back and hit the floor. Pain explodes in your eye as you try and gather your bearings. Instinct kicks in and you kick Austin in the knee, making him collasp as well. You try and get up, but Austin grabs you foot and pulls you down. He places a knee on your chest as you struggle against him.

“Austin, stop.” You plead. “You’re hurting me.”

“Good.” He hisses. “Now you know how I feel everytime you leave.”

“My brothers are going to kill you.” You gasp.

Suddenly there is a knife against your throat. “Not if you don’t tell them. I would hate to see what would happen to that pretty throat if you said anything.”

“You’re a psychopath.” You yell as tears spill down your face.

“You’re not going to say anything are you?” He questioned.

“No.” You sob.

He kisses your forehead. “Good girl.”

     He gets off your chest and you quickly stand up. Your eye is throbbing as you hastily pull your boots on. Austin grabs your arm as you sprint to the door.

“Don’t say anything.” He warns. “I’ll make it ten times worse for you if you do.”

You nod and he places a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Come by when you get back.” He orders.

     You nod and sprint out the door to the Impala. Slamming the car door, you lock it and start the engine. You throw the car in reverse and spin tires to get out of there as fast as possible. Sobs rack through your body as you try to keep control of the car.

“Stop the car before you wreck.” A voice orders.

      You scream and hit the brakes praying that no one hit you from behind. Looking next to you, you see Gabriel in the passenger seat.

“What the hell?” You yell while trying to calm your nerves.

“Calm down.” Gabriel soothes. “You don’t need to be driving like this.”

“I’m fine.” You lie.

“That black eye says otherwise.” Lucifer chimes in from the backseat.

“How many Angels are in this car?” You snap.

“Just us.” Gabriel concludes.

“Leave me alone.” You say while wiping away the tears.

“Highly unlikely.” Lucifer smirks.

“Are you going to tell Sam and Dean?” Gabriel questions.

“God no.” You declare.

“Why not?” He asks. “That boy hit and threatened you.”

“You don’t understand.” You mutter. “He was just mad.”

“What’s gotten into you?” He snaps. “Any other guy would have been laid out in the floor dead.”

“We’ll go back and take care of him.” Lucifer offers.

“No, Luci.” You say. “He didn’t mean it. Please don’t say anything to my brothers.”

“You need to.” Gabriel insists. “Your brothers can handle that pip squeak.”

“NO.” You snap while hitting the steering wheel. “Don’t say a fucking word to my brothers.”

“Fine.” Lucifer huffs. “Tell them when you want, but if it goes too far, we’re stepping in.”

“Whatever.” You say.

     You put the car in drive and continue down the road. You feel the swelling in your eye and think of how to hide it from Sam and Dean. Stopping in front of the bunker, you wipe the rest of the tears away and check your reflection in the mirror. There was a bruise forming around your eye, but most of the flush in your cheeks was gone.

“I just have to get to my room.” You say outloud.

“Good luck.” Lucifer laughes.

“It’s 11:58.” Gabriel adds.

“Shit!” You exclaim while jumping out of the car.

     You run into the bunker and make a beeline for your room. You reach your bedroom as Dean walks around the corner.

“I’m home!” You yell before slamming your door.

Dean knocks on the door. “You okay?”

“I’m great.” You say to the door. “I’m going to bed.”

“ ‘Kay.” Dean says before walking off.

     You turn around and find a box on your bed. On top is a folded note.

Stuff and instructions to hide that black eye. Hopefully you won’t need it for long.
– Gabriel and Lucifer
P.S. Grow a pair and tell your brothers. It’s for the best.

     You can’t help but smile. Those two were like the extra brothers you never wanted, but were grateful for. You open the box and find a makeup kit with instructions. No wonder they mentioned instructions. They know that you struggle with girly things like makeup. You walk into the bathroom and change into your pajamas. Setting the box on the floor, you lock your door and hope to get some sleep.

I will have more parts to this up soon. Let me know what you think!!!


hi dan!!

one of my plants recently had a weird brown spot pop up on it and im not sure what’s happening. do you have any idea if it could be harmful to my plant, if so , how can i help it get better? (ive included photos, one with flash and one without)

thank you so much!!!


That looks like a split, caused by the plant trying to take up water when it physically can’t hold any more, thus the skin breaks open a bit. This happens due to overwatering, but the damage caused usually heals without too much of a problem. This looks to have healed properly, so I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s advisable to reduce the frequency you water the plant at though, to prevent this happening again.

Happy growing!

anonymous asked:

Could you please do Amon with lust and gluttony for the sin thing? Sorry for bothering you, I will go now!

Again, you are never a bother, please don’t ever think you are! Without you guys we would be horribly bored and I know I wouldn’t have anything to write! I don’t come up with ideas on my own very often, so I appreciate you all very much! Now on to Amon! (Thank you for requesting him…this boy needs more love. Seriously. Someone get him a proper fan club because let’s face it, those eyebrows are on point!)

Mod Haiku


Koutarou Amon


  • How they carry themselves. He looks for a calm confidence in a potential’s posture. He’s secretly a leg man. Loves himself some defined calves in tight pants/tights.
  • Surprisingly high sex-drive considering his easily flustered air. He tends to deal with his ‘issues’ in private, or he trains himself limp.(We all remember his push-ups till morning routine.) Even with an S/O he’ll be very hesitant, not wanting to come off as aggressive or pushy.
  • Hopeless romantic, yet not very good at it. Amon is our resident clutz when it comes to romance. He’s the one who’ll spend hours staring at flowers trying to think of the proper ones to buy, what they could mean, if he needs to pick up a vase as well, if they’re allergic to flowers or even enjoy them…etc. Stumbles to open doors and will stutter when trying to smooth talk. Basically this poor boy needs all the help he can get, but that’s why we love him.
  • He wants to be dominated in the bedroom. He loves the feel of leather against his flesh and wants his S/O to take control. The thought alone makes him bright as a tomato, so if it comes up its most likely the S/O to suggest it.
  • Amon’s idea of a perfect date is either a long, long walk around town/park, followed by dinner at nice place, a movie if time permits, and ending with him escorting them home. Vanilla af, but honestly, with Amon it’d be precious.


  • As far as guilty pleasures go, Amon is the one who, after a rough day, throws his favorite blanket in the dryer for a few minutes and bundles up in it on the couch to binge some TV. (If you haven’t done this before go do it right now. Fresh out of the Dryer blankets are amazing.)
  • Amon feels starved for Validation. He craves someone to assure him he’s needed, that he’s doing the best he can and that’s all he can do.
  • Various Sweets are a favorite of this Investigator.
  • Considering his training regimen, Amon is one to eat frequently and in smaller portions.