and i hope it turns out right

“A Mermaid Tale” Supernatural One Shot

Title: A Mermaid Tale

Author: Lana (pineapplegirl123)

Original Imagine Link: Imagine Sam and Dean finding out a witch turned you into a mermaid when they find you sitting unhappily in the bathtub.

Word Count: 825

Warnings: none


“Dean! Sam!” I yelled from the bathroom, hoping I was loud enough for them to hear my call.

It was the end of a busy, stressful day and I was just trying to relax. A nice, warm bath usually helped calm me. However, this was not my idea of relaxing.

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Dragon Wife

Hello, hi, hello there. So, I haven’t written anything in a while, and @tizniz​ wanted me to remedy that. So, she gave me the sentence “I need 347 oreos right now, or else we’re all going to die” to write off of lol. And this is a funny little drabble that came out of it. I hope it makes ya smile. Cos I was giggling like a mad woman writing it.

“I need 347 oreos right now, or else we’re all going to die.”

Joe slowly turned his gaze from the screen to her, “That’s slightly dramatic.”

Y/N scoffed. “You think that’s dramatic? Talk to my uterus. She’s an A-List drama queen if I ever saw one.”

“You’ve seen your own uterus?”

“Shut up, Joseph.”

“Okay.” He snapped his head back to his laptop, lips tight to keep from laughing.


Joe jumped at the sudden noise from the living room as he strolled in, head in his phone. Y/N was slumped over the back of the couch, feet planted wide on the floor on either side of her.

“Wha-… What are you doing?”


“You’re not an extra in The Walking Dead. Use your words.”

“I want murder,” her voice muffled by the cushions.

“Not those words.”

“You know, I really do appreciate you taking care of me today,” she mumbled into the crook of Joe’s shoulder, arm slung across his middle.  

“Of course,” he snuggled up closer to her, nose buried in her hair. “Feeling any better?”


“Cramps gone?”


“Still want to bathe in the blood of your enemies?”


“Good. Glad to see you’re back to normal.”


“No problem.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, dragon lady.”

Silence fell between the two, long enough for Joe to start drifting. And then, Y/N gasped. He jolted awake again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Imagine instead of bleeding once every month, I breathed fire. Imagine I turned into a dragon.”

“Oh my god.”

“It would be so cool.”

“Nope.” He rolled over.

“And I’d collect treasure.”

“For fucks sake.”

“And shiny stones.”

He groaned into his pillow.

“It’d be great.”

“I beg to differ,” he turned back towards her. “I already feel like a dragon handler 12 weeks out of the year. Let’s not make it full time.”

“But, Joe.”

“No.” He threw his arm over his face.


Whaaaaat?” He whined back.

“I’d also be able to FLY.”

Silence again. He slowly lifted his arm from his face, staring at her.

“Who needs a private jet when you have a DRAGON WIFE?”

He blinked at her.

“That’s the coolest and most terrifying thing I’ve ever imagined.”

“I have big dreams.”

“You’d have bigger if you actually went to sleep.”

She huffed and pouted, snuggling into the duvet. “Rude.”

A soft smile spread across his face, “You’re adorable.”

“No. I’m a dragon.”

“You’re a cute dragon.”

“How very dare you.”

Joe laughed sharply, wrapping his arm around Y/N tightly, laying a quick kiss on her forehead. “Go to sleep, love.”

After a second or two of grumbling, she let out a long yawn, before snuggling back into him.


There was never a dull moment with his dragon wife. That was for certain.

anonymous asked:

i have an idea about these rival assassins (m vs f). both orphans, or so they thought. turns out the boy is the rightful heir to the throne and assumed dead after the current dictator and his court killed the guy's family. the leader of the assassins guild works with the dictator; knows the female assassin is better than the rightful king so pits them against each other despite his sexist ways. the rightful king goes into hiding. eventually they usurp bad guy by killing. how do i fill in blanks?

Woah, this sounds amazing! Just so we’re on the same page, do you mean that the girl is hired by the assassin guild to kill off the remaining member of the family, so he has no threat of a next heir? I’m going with that! I don’t even think you have all that many blanks, but plot twists might be something you could consider?We love a good old plot twist! So I had a few ideas if you’re interested, otherwise just scrap them, I don’t mind!:

  • Have the girl fall in love with the heir and not have the heart to kill him. Leading to many complications and her lying to the king to protect the boy…
  • Have the boy poison her or knock her out, capturing her for interrogation on finding her in his house on multiple occasions.
  • Have the dictator fall ill, requesting that the girl kills the heir immediately, but she fails to do so in time and is cursed/tortured/etc until they find the heir and kill him. He finds her first and releases her.
  • The girl being distantly related to the heir and can’t bring herself to kill him.
  • Have the girl find the heir already dead and a note declaring that the person who would read it next would be dead. It appears the roles are now reversed and she’s the one running.
  • Have one of the heirs family members protect him from the assassin. He has no clue that they’re related, but totally loses his shit when he finds out.
  • Have the girl find out that she’s related to the dictator and is also entitled to a place on the throne if she lives long enough. She shares her knowledge with no one…

So you asked about filling gaps and I don’t really see what gaps you’ll need to fill :). I’m assuming you’ll have some sort of chase and capture that is directed by the girl? I also love that you chose for the assassin to be a girl- I love a badass female protagonist! Also think about other characters to incorporate. Think about family members, friends, distant relatives, people whom she may create alliances and whom he will become archenemies with- vice versus. 

I can’t see any huge or obvious parts that you might need to fill out or add, but if you have a draft that you want some help on, be sure to message me :)

Good luck! It’ll be great, lots of love from Yasmine xox

(Reguest: Hi! Can you please write an imagine with Daryl where some guy start to flirt with the reader and Daryl gets jealous and tell him to stay away from her? Thank youuu)

Hi, thank you for sending in a request!! I Hope this turned out alright, enjoy!

Warning: jealous Daryl, swearing

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, admiring how your tight black dress hugged all the right places of your body. Your hair was down, something that felt unusual as you always had it tied up in case you came into contact with a walker. You smiled to yourself and made your way downstairs, ready to head to the party that Deanna was throwing.
“You look gorgeous” Daryl murmured as you walked down the stairs, he couldn’t take his eyes off you; it made you feel confident.

“Thanks” you blushed and linked your arm through his. You both made your way to the party.
Once inside you were greeted by Deanna who thanked both you and Daryl for attending the party, spencer then came from behind her and handed you both a shot of tequila.
You moved through the crowd of people, saying hello to the rest of the group and introducing yourselves to some of the Alexandrians.

“What you drinking?” Daryl asked you.

“Just a beer” you replied.

He nodded and disappeared through the crowd of people to get your drinks. As soon as you turned to find someone from your group a man approached you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met” he said, taking your hand and kissing it. “My name is Derek” he said with a smile.

“I’m (Y/n)” you replied, smiling at his kind gesture.

“So you’re with Rick?”

“Since the beginning” you said

“Ah okay. you’re really pretty by the way” he said, eyeing up your body. He bit his lip and you blushed.

“Aw, thank you” you replied, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“No seriously, you’re stunning” He placed a hand on your cheek and licked his lips.

“Hey, I got our drinks” Daryl said, eyeing up the guy who was talking to you.

“Daryl, this is Derek” you said

“Hey man, nice to meet you” Derek stuck his hand out to Daryl who didn’t take it.

“Well, I guess ill see you later” Derek looked at you and smiled, then he nodded to Daryl and walked off.

“You need to get better at being nice” you laughed as Daryl handed you your drink

“I saw the way he was looking at you, touching your hand ‘n shit” he growled.

“Oh come on, just have some fun” you said, taking his free hand and pulling him to dance.

A few hours had passed and you felt a little tipsy.

“I think its time to get you to bed” Daryl said as you could barely keep your eyes open.

“Okay okay, lets go” you said.

Daryl kept his arm behind your back while you said goodbye to everyone and headed back to your house. Once inside you threw your heels on the floor.

“You wanna stay the night?” you ask

“Sure. Just give me a minute, I think I left something at the party” he replied, moving towards the door.

“Alright, ill be waiting for you” you winked at him before walking upstairs.

Daryl laughed to himself, he knew you’d probably be asleep by the time he got back. He shut the door and went back to the party to find Derek.

His eyes searched the room full of people until they landed on the man who was flirting with you.

“Hey, Daryl right?” Derek asked as Daryl approached him

“Yeah that’s right. Do ya mind helping me get (Y/n) back home, she drank a bit too much” He lied.

“Of course” Derek said, and followed Daryl out the house.

“Wait- where is she?” Derek turned to Daryl and was greeted with a punch. He shouted out in pain and gripped  his nose, blood starting to flow.
Daryl grabbed the guy by his collar and shoved him up against the wall, their faces nearly touching.

“If I ever see you flirting with my girl again, ill give you more than just a nose bleed” He growled. “You stay away from her, ya hear?” Daryl shouted.

“I get it man, take it easy” he said, holding his hands up.

Daryl let go of him and stalked off back to your house, he quickly wiped the blood off his knuckles with his handkerchief before going inside.
He quietly walked into your room to see you fast asleep under the covers. He smiled to himself and kicked his shoes off. He got under the covers and moved next to you. You stirred from your sleep and lazily opened your eyes.

“Find what you wanted?” you asked

“Yeah” he replied, his voice low.

You nodded and nuzzled your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. He felt warm and him stroking your back quickly sent you back to sleep. The only thing Daryl had to worry about now was helping you with your hangover tomorrow.

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wow such struggle much pain no but seriously it’s supposed to be that headcanon where Remus tries to find a cure for his affliction and surprisingly there is one person willing to help him and not trying to poison Severus at the same time :)

I just realized why it’s called “The Final Problem”!!

Okay, so this post is a result of all of the things that have popped up on my dash in the last day and a half - disappointment, bitterness, tin-hatting, and denial. I’ve participated in a bit of each, but what makes me hesitant to give up right now is that the whole of s4, and especially TFP, just felt off somehow. It felt fake. But a thought popped into my head today, and suddenly everything makes sense, so I wanted to share it with you. (If I turn out to be wrong, sorry for getting your hopes up; if not, this will truly be television history.)

Why is this episode titled The Final Problem, if it has nothing to do with Reichenbach (like in ACD’s canon) or burning the heart out of Sherlock (like in BBC canon)? It’s titled that because it serves the same function as ACD’s Final Problem.

Think about it: ACD wrote The Final Problem in 1893 for the sole purpose of killing off Sherlock Holmes, so that he could stop writing about the detective. The backlash against this was so great that he was eventually pressured by his fans into bringing back Holmes in 1901 with The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Mofftiss love the Canon so much that this is totally something they would want to replicate. Because of their enthusiasm, though, there’s no way that anyone would believe them if they suddenly decided to stop at series 4. They have an international reputation, with critics and fans. Everybody loves how well-made Sherlock is. So the only way that they could suddenly surprise people and cause a backlash would be if it suddenly stopped being good.


If you think about it, they never leave us hanging like this. Aside from the cliffhanger at the end of TGG, Mofftiss has never ended a series with an overwhelming feeling of unresolved plot holes or unanswered questions. Did TRF end with John standing devastated by Sherlock’s grave? No, it panned to a shot of Sherlock smiling quietly, to reassure us that he was alive. Did HLV end with the plane flying away, a bittersweet ending to haunt us through the hiatus? No, the credits got interrupted by Moriarty’s message, promising us a return to the Sherlock/John dynamic that we love. To contrast, series 4 has left us with more confusion than ever before… so that must mean that they’re not done yet.

There are so many loose ends in this series. So many things that just don’t make sense. There’s even concrete proof that the inconsistencies were at least partially intentional; even if the weird glowing skull wasn’t there, entire scenes are repeated with different dialogue.

So much points to at least part of this series being fake, and then The Final Problem came out of nowhere and just felt so off. But what if that’s the point? They’ve been going on and on about a rug-pull for ages; what if it isn’t just that they’re adapting the romance that was in ACD’s stories, but that they’re paying a homage to Doyle by repeating historical events.

TRF was an adaptation of The Final Problem’s story, but not of its context; we all knew that Sherlock would survive, and sure enough, he didn’t even stay “dead” through the end of the episode. So now, we have the REAL adaptation of The Final Problem: the installment that is designed to confuse you, disappoint you, and make you feel like BBC Sherlock has reached its end.

But they wouldn’t be so cruel as to make us wait - only for a week. They don’t want to turn into villains, and these days we have so much available media and so many other Holmes adaptations that their fans would simply get mad and then fade away, instead of protesting until they bring back the Sherlock that we love. So instead, they’ll wait a week, then give us the return of the real Sherlock Holmes.


Queerbaiting feels very out of character for Moffat and Gatiss, especially given everything they’ve said about LGBT representation and about getting the stories right. But this? This seems exactly like something they would do.

It explains their silence on social media right now. Either they’re waiting for us to cool down, they’re only now realizing what a mistake they’ve made, or else they’re waiting to respond until after s4 is done. This rug-pull is so huge that it blew right through TJLC and genuinely stunned us. Imagine how great this could be.


As @lostspecial reminded us, Moffat did mention something about a “lost special,” which could be a reference to The Lost Special by ACD, and @london2go compiled a wonderful list of hints for a fourth episode taken straight from s4 promotion.

But didn’t Mofftiss just write themselves into a corner? Not necessarily. As @jenna221b​​ points out, there is strong visual evidence that Sherlock is dreaming, and also evidence that TFP is really just a parody. EMP seems increasingly plausible, as shown by @loudest-subtext-in-tv​‘s post about how TST fits with the theory. As people have pointed out, this episode stands apart because there is no subtext beneath the surface; it stumps us because there is nothing to analyze. It’s like a deliberate dead end.

And maybe this explains why.

(Oh, and if you’re wondering where a fourth episode might fit in, read this)


This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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I’m sorry that you hurt and I’m sorry that no one can really tell how bad it is some days. You make mistakes and while it seems like you can never recover from it right now just know that it will turn out alright. In ten years you’ll be 29 and you will look back and realize how strong you were to keep going, to keep living this life. I’m sorry your heart is broken. I love you.

I imagined RGB meeting one of my ocs

titled: “meeting an other monster”

dear girl meets world,

thank you. thank you for showing us real life. thank you for going places we never thought a disney show would/ 

thank you for giving us riley, forever bright and optimistic. her love for her friends and family is inspiring.

thank you for giving us maya, and showing that being broken and damaged doesn’t make you unlovable. i hope to have her strength.

thank you for giving us lucas, the stereotypical jock who turned out to be so much more.

thank you for giving us farkle, who showed us that being quirky and smart shouldn’t make you an outcast if you find the right people. 

thank you for giving us zay, funny and happy and the type of friend and person we all hope to be. 

thank you for giving us smackle, who showed us that no disease or disorder can limit us from being outstanding. 

thank you for giving us their friendships, which showed us how important it is to surround yourself with the right people. 

thank you for bringing back cory and topanga, who meant so much to so many people, and giving us these new characters, who will always have an impact on us. 

thank you. 

New page! Yay!

Oops, it’s been a week since I don’t draw pages… I’m not satisfied with this x’D

Regardless… the story must go on!!

I have a gif for next update, but Tumblr is mean with me, so I hope it turns out right… :c

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First page [Ruins] | First page [Snowdin]

She is there now,
warm milk and lavender.
She moves at the right time
so she gets to taste your mouth.
In three nights I wrote out
your quiet and you knew
mine. We listened.
We didn’t leave.
But she is there now,
she keeps you in her hair.
She knows you better
than I have, or will.
So the quiet,
it turns to static and I crack
the boomerang heart.
She is gentle, and you are
being loved well, and my sky
is running out of purple.
I will leave before we are
cold and sour.
I hope she will stay with you,
if she can.
—  Alessia Di Cesare, I Still Love You, Though