and the rest is history i guess

tiny, messy, lunch break sketches absolutely MUST include wonder woman rn…

I love love LOVED this look (and i want to do a more finished piece with it eventually). i can’t not go hard about costuming and the history of dress and i’m going to flail about this for a sec. Costume designer Lindy Hemming clearly knew what she was doing. This wasn’t just a “this outfit is plain and practical after those nonsense ‘fashionable’ options” it was a definite, intentional nod to WWI Women’s uniforms (and Diana is going to the front, it makes sense for her to be in something uniform-ish).

Although WWII is better known for women going to work for the first time (i.e. the iconic ‘Rosie the Riveter’) - women absolutely served in various capacities in WWI and were considered crucial to the war effort. Even though most of the women who served still did so in tradition-friendly roles of relief & aid work, WWI is notable in that it was one of the first times that women served either in an enlisted or civilian capacity in uniform. 

Here are some examples of WWI women’s uniforms to show the clear tie between these and Diana’s outfit: 

Women’s Motor Corps 1916-1918 (American) - If you look at men’s uniforms from the same time period the core design elements are basically identical, they’ve just been ‘feminized’ in the women’s versions. 

UK army recruits 1917 (check out those hats! definite link between those and Diana’s, Also the clear distinction between what’s worn by the recruits and the commander)

Women Police Service, 1916 (British) - women served in uniform at home - filling traditionally male roles while men were away (MOST women served at home, with a relatively small % actually ending up at the front). below are some women firefighters in london around the same time wearing similar uniforms (i can barely go down a ladder period, much less do so with someone over my shoulder - so badass!!!): 

The costuming design is perfect in context of the movie’s storyline, wonder woman as a property, and as a tribute to the tens of thousands of women who enlisted and volunteered during the war and it made me SO HAPPY.

*side note - while pulling together these photos I learned about the Women’s Death Battalions (no, seriously) and Holy. CRAP. apparently around 6,000 russian women were actual combatants during the war and not just aid & relief and jfc how had I never heard about this? the rest of the world is like “we guess women can be nurses and ambulance drivers, we are so progressive!!!” meanwhile russia: GETS TIRED OF WOMEN DISGUISING THEMSELVES AS MEN AND SNEAKING INTO THE ARMY. FORMS WOMEN-ONLY UNITS AND CALLS THEM ‘BATTALIONS OF DEATH’*

Queens of Mewni & Their Cheek Symbol

So, I just thought to make the list of the cheek symbols of the Queens of Mewni for my next analysis (the significance of these cheek symbols). The first column were the image of the queens, second is their cheek symbols, third is symbolism’s meaning I got from the internet, and fourth is what traits I think you needed to get that symbol in the SVTFOE universe (in short, what the symbol signifies). 

SVTFOE Card Suite Symbolism speculation:

Heart - people with this symbol are very lovable and has a distinguishing “charm” that naturally attracts people and come to her side. They prioritize their relationship with others compared to anything else and usually let their heart dictates their action (emotional). They are often found as center of the group

Spade - people with this symbol wields strong and fearsome power, even more powerful than normal and typical queens.

Diamond - people with this symbol have the tendency to take the center of command and shoulder the burden and responsibility by their selves. They dress in jewelry and finery, conducting their selves as befitting of nobility.

Club - people with this symbol have the “common” mindset. They appreciate the values that works for the greater whole of society and hates anything that could destroy the social order they are comfortable and grew up in already.

Color symbolism speculation:

Shades of purple - elegance, nobility, regal

Yellow - bright, lively

Pink - lovely, feminine, 

White - harmony, power, everything (as it is combination of all colors of light. That’s why Moon said you must give everything if you want to “dip down”)


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Spiders With Books || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x female!reader

Word Count: 1345 words

Request: can u do a peter parker/spider man imagine where the reader is a nerdy girl whos nose is always in a book and one day shes talking with her friends about spiderman and they run into each other or smth and the cute books falling thing happens and peter does everything he can to flirt with her and ask her out

No spoilers (i don’t think there are spoilers)

AN: I don’t think I proof read this very well

Originally posted by koenigreus


The bell rang to signal the next class. Everyone in ​Y/N’s class stood up and rushed to the hallways, but Y/N got up slowly, too focused with the book in her hands. She picked up the rest of her books that were on her desk, holding them against her hip and headed towards the door. She finished the page she was on before focusing on the hurdle of bodies in the hallway.

Y/N reached her locker, her friend already standing there waiting for her. “Hey Y/N. How was history?” Michelle asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “Same as usual, I guess. I finished my work early so I had time to get farther in my book.” Michelle chuckled, making Y/N give her a questionable look.

“Which one?” Her friend questioned, pointing to the set of books in Y/N’s arms.

She smiled, wiggling one of the books in her hand, with a smile on her face. She then went on and gave her a non spoiler review of the book, in case she wanted to read it. Y/N opened her locker to place her history textbook inside. “So,” Michelle started, “have you seen that video of Spider-Man on YouTube?”

Y/N raised a brow while she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple more books to carry and read through out the day, “Well, I don’t know which one you’re talking about but, I probably have.” She scoffed at herself, slamming her locker shut and moving to walk to lunch.

“Of course you have. Because you can’t have a crush on someone and NOT stalk them,even if nobody knows what they look like.” Michelle said sarcastically, watching the people in front of her bolt to their next class. Y/N lightly shoved her friend, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

Michelle stopped a few steps in front of her, “What?” She asked bluntly. The number of people in the hallway faded out, but the pair took their time to get to lunch.

“I,I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man.” Y/N scoffed trying to defend herself. Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him. He’s the only guy I ever hear you talk about, besides Pe-he who shall not be named.“she corrected herself, remembering their code name, "You’re crazy about him.”

Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But how could I not like him?” She muttered biting her lip. “I’m gathering that this is no longer about Queens’ web slinger?” Michelle questioned. Y/N looked down, nodding her head.

Y/N’s friend sighed, “If it makes you feel better, I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”

Y/N crinkled her nose in disbelief, “Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Maybe there was something on my face or my clothes looked odd to him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Michelle nodded her head, “But he was staring for a really long time. Besides I don’t think he likes her anymore though. ”

Before the conversation could continue, the two rounded a corner but, Y/N was met with the back of Peter Parker. “What are you-Oh shit,” He said as he turned around to see all of her books fall.

“I am so sorry, my friend kind of bumped into me.” He apologized emphasizing the second half of the sentence while glaring at Ned, moving to the ground to grab her books. “Oh hey guys,” Peter’s best friend Ned said to the two girls, giving them a quick wave.

“I’m gonna meet you at lunch. See ya later Y/N,” Michelle states walking away as the bell rang,“You too Peter.” She said giving him a mock solute. Unbeknownst to Y/N and Peter, Michelle gave Ned a look, silently telling him to come with her. He scratched the back of his head, “I’ll just head off with Michelle.”

Y/N moved down to the floor with Peter, to pick up her books. “I’m sorry, I’m just so clumsy.” She said, shaking her head and laughing at herself. Y/N avoided eye contact at all cost, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Peter looked up at her, pausing his actions.

“It’s cute.” Peter said boldly, shocking himself. Peter had a couple of her books in his hand while she had the others. “You have a really good taste in books.” He said, standing up from the floor and then grabbing her arm to help her up after him.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, a small smile on her face. Peter still hasn’t let go of her arm and when she looked at his hand, he immediately pulled it away. He cleared his throat, before speaking to the girl.

“M-Maybe you can give me some book suggestions sometime.” He stuttered out. She stood there with wide eyes shocked, was he trying to ask her out.

“Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll just, ummm, I’ll leave.” He cursed himself, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Peter.” Y/N grabbed his arm and he spun around.

“I do have a couple books in mind.” Y/N said with a side smile. Peter smiled widely at the girl, handing her books back to her.


Peter’s point of view

“How did that robbery go last night?” Ned asked Peter as the two walked to Peter’s locker. The two boys had lunch next period and Peter didn’t want to carry anymore heavy textbooks in his backpack anymore (despite having super strength). “It was awesome. I beat their asses.” Peter said enthusiastically, but got quiet when he realized that they were still in school.

Peter and Ned were just about to round a corner when they heard two other people talking in the hall. Michelle and Y/N talking about Spider-Man. Peter was about to walk when Ned pulled him back, “Dude what the heck?” Peter said, looking at Ned like he was crazy.

“Hear me out, we might be able to eavesdrop on them. See how much she likes Spider-Man.”

Peter gave his best friend a look, debating whether or not this was a good idea. He pressed his back against the wall, “Only because I trust you Ned.”

The two heard a voice say offended, “I-I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man,”

Peter looked at his friend with hunched shoulders, “What did I tell you?” He whispered. Ned was about to say something when they heard their friend Michelle start to speak, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him-”

Peter turned to his friend shocked. Ned only smirked, “Maybe this was a good idea, she has the hots for Spider-Man dude.” They focused back onto the conversation the two girls were having, but they heard the subject change. “ I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”

Peter stood there, shocked yet again, “Oh, no, oh lord.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Weren’t you staring at her at the meet- ohhhhhhh,” Ned concluded, realizing they were now talking about Peter.

“Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Y/N stated, kind of surprised at her friends statement.

“Dude, I think she likes you."Ned whispered. Peter glanced at his friend, thinking about how unreal it would be if she liked him. "And I’m sorry bro.” Ned finished.

Peter moved a step away from the wall, tilting his head, confused at his friend’s statement. “What are you-Oh shit.” He started but couldn’t end the question due to Ned shoving him backwards towards the girl he liked.

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[tolstoy voice] this is my napoleonic wars oc. his name is andrey and he’s hot and very depressed and he’s general kutuzov’s favorite adjutant. he’s also destined for inevitable doom

[thoughtful victor hugo voice] you know, what is it about the air of inevitable doom that makes young men so irresistibly hot

[both of them together, in a tone of highly concentrated disapproval] that napoleon, what a guy

[tolstoy voice] we may have both written long 19th century novels that prominently feature napoleon, bumbling young self-inserts, meditations on the nature of history, and general soapboxing, but we are NOT friends. Fuck the french 😡🖕🏻🇷🇺

[hugo voice] and yet we’ve got paris and you’ve only got saint petersburg… does your book have a sewer digression? thought not, Bitch 👴🏻💪🏻🇫🇷💖💅🏻

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Pairing: Jasper Hale x Reader

Characters: Jasper Hale

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1, 128

Note: Requested by a lovely person. Hope you like this!

Hey I was wondering if you could make a jasper hale x reader and the reader being really ticklish on her sides. She is also human and has been with jasper for a while but he some how just now finds out that she is ticklish by accident grabbing her side or something like that. She hate being ticked and tries to do anything to avoid it and doesn’t want anyone to know she is also super kind but can be super stubborn. Plz plz plz can you do this I would be extremely grateful


Resting my head upon Jasper’s lap, I slowly shut my eyes as his rough yet cool and soothing fingertips massaged my scalp. The thrilling book of Aeschylus’ Oresteia, had long been forgotten, laying closed on my stomach. To say I was as calm as the vast, midnight seas would be the most obvious statement of the century. Every minute I spent with Jasper rendered me calm and it was all thanks to the subtle ability he possessed after having become a vampire.

The scarcely, audible chatters of the Cullens in the living room that mingled with the soft, musical melodies of Beethoven’s Sonata made everything surrounding us even more heavenly. A few seconds passed by and I hummed contently as Jasper’s fingers moved behind my ear. I heard him chuckle as he leans to capture my lips with his, into a kiss. At the beginning it was firm till it grew soft, gentle, and slow.

“Are you enjoying this, darlin’?” Jasper questioned after we part our lips. In an arrogant-like triumph, he tilts his head to the side slightly while his lips tug into a  smirk.

“I am,” I admit, offering him a genuine smile, “Please continue. Just a few more minutes, at least.”

Jasper’s eyes gleam and from where I lay, they looked to be two worlds of their own. “Whatever my lady wishes.” He replies, this time in a more distinctive Texan drawl, which never seized to form wild fantasies in my mind. “I’ll be happy to comply with it.”

As Jasper continued caressing me, my thoughts wander elsewhere. Well, not too far away as they still consisted of my one-hundred-forty-four year old mate. I had started to recall the first day when I had seen Jasper in the cafeteria. I remember when his light amber eyes had focused on mine. It was not a friendly gaze but a rather intense one that rendered me to become uncomfortable and uneasy. As if at that particular moment, I had been wearing a tight corset that made my breathing to become shallow.

Another time, after school had been dismissed by the bell, I had bumped into him and it was as if he were made of stone. He towered over my small figure and he had said nothing, not even did he offer to help me with my books that were scattered on the floor. He only did what he had done many times before: he stared into my eyes. And it seemed as if I were looking into the stormy eyes of the Greek God, Ares, himself.

Before I knew it, days had turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and I grew more and more irritated when I realized he was all I could think of. How cliché this matter had turned out to become. Though, it was true. I skipped on to life without giving a second thought of the red flags shown and the warnings revealed that Jasper was dangerous.

This was definitely not me and so out of my character. And if I was going to reveal the whole story…well, let’s just say that my feelings were not the only thing out of character. Once, I had astonishingly as well as embarrassingly failed my history exam, I knew who was to blame.

Of course, in the real sense, Jasper hadn’t done anything wrong. But because I had fallen madly in love with him, he had become a handsome distraction. And I was sure that if he weren’t in my classes or even in the school, I’d have aced the test.

“Hey! Can I talk to you?” I had said the next day, after having slammed my locker shut, completely vexed. Jasper had frowned deeply and slightly nodded to his adoptive sister, Alice as she had taken her leave but not before eyeing me suspiciously.

Unsurprisingly, without a word, Jasper had glanced down at me, waiting for me to speak. I did not know what came over me that day but all I knew was that my anger had completely taken over. “Listen here, you are the reason I have failed my history test and you will be the one to help me study for the retake. D’you understand?”

He had raised his eyebrows and regarded me with a hint of amusement which was also laced with confusion. And as I had waited for his response, I cross my arms.

“Well,” he began and I had suppressed the urge to widen my eyes at his attractive, velvety voice. “Hello to you as well, ma’am.”

“I’m serious!” I exclaimed as I earned a few stares from the students that stood nearby. “Are you even listening to what I’m saying?”

“Are you?” Jasper had said, taking a step forward and lowering his voice meaningfully. “Are you implying that you failed the exam because you were too busy thinking about me, when you should have been studying?”

At his unexpected question, my face turned bright red and I had looked at him, mouth agape. I had not known he would ask such a question, nor accurately guess as to why I had failed.

I snapped my eyes open as I feel that Jasper had stopped from massaging me. “What were you thinking about, sugar?” He questions, as he possibly could have felt the wave of my indescribable emotions.

I sigh and move to sit next to him, resting my head his shoulder. “Well, if you must know, I was thinking of the day I failed history and how it was all your fault.”

“You mean to say the day you embarrassed yourself as you confronted me…”

“Shut up.” I scoff as Jasper chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist. As he did so, I wriggle under his touch. Suddenly, Jasper pulled away and regarded me with shock while his lips tugged into a lopsided grin. “What was that?”

“What was what?” I question innocently, darting my gaze away from his widened eyes.

“Don’t pretend as if you don’t know what I am talking about, doll.”

“I don’t.” I reply, tersely. I stand from my seated position as my book falls on the floor and my stomach knots in a nervousness. Using the vampire speed to his advantage, I gasp as I feel Jasper’s arms, firmly wrap around my waist, where he gives me a tight squeeze, earning a sudden jolt from my part.

My mate’s eyes twinkle mischievously as he made a vain attempt to keep his perking grin at bay. “You sure you don’t know what I’m talking about? ‘Cause to me it looks like I just found out that my doll’s ticklish.”

“I am but please, don’t start anything funny.” I say, somehow managing to escape from his grasp. Though, that doesn’t stop Jasper from advancing towards me as I slowly recede to head out of his room.

“No promises, sugar.”

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 7

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Sinking down on your mattress, you curled into a small ball, trying to reason with yourself. Sure, this was all new and unexpected, but you had known that your life would be forever changed once you became married. 

You just hadn’t expected Dean to be so handsome, and so hard to read. You hadn’t expected to live away from everything you knew, the community life you had always known. 

Then there was the business of Angels as best friends, and the fact that you and Dean were meant to be. That thought didn’t bother you nearly as much as you had let on. Sure, it had all seemed overwhelming, but even with his grumpy and stubborn ways, you could easily see Dean was a good man. A man you could easily fall in love with.

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call it a hunch

disclaimer

Excerpt: The first time Dan brings up posture, Phil is hunched over his laptop and feels rather as if he’s been caught in the act.

This was written for @pinofs and the @pinofsappreciation project! Happy early birthay, Nikki :D <3

Beta: Laney

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: excessive use of innuendo, smut

read on ao3

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Out of Gas

Rafael Casal x Reader

Note: This was inspired by the time that Rafa and Daveed ran out of gas on the freeway. This is my first Rafa fic so let’s hope it turns out well and I’m actually pretty proud of this one for a change. Shout out to @ourforgottenboleros for proofreading this for me, thank you Becca!! 

Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff

Word Count: 2,650

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @beckett-faye @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox 

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Tonight is the night everything is supposed to change. After six years working hard at your job, going above and beyond your duties, your company has finally offered you a promotion. Tonight, the company is putting on an event, and you are the guest of honor. The whole event was to formally offer you the promotion and to celebrate the achievements you’ve made at the company.

Everything in your life feels like it’s falling into place as you sit in the passenger seat, with your supportive boyfriend Rafael driving you to the event. Until the car starts slowing down. Rafa pulls the car over to the side of the road and comes to a stop.

“What just happened?” You ask.

“I ah, think we just ran out of gas” he says with a laugh. “I can’t believe this happened again” he mumbles shaking his head.

“What are we gonna do? We’re still an hour away from this party we need to get there!” You exclaim, panic already setting in.

“Babe relax we’ll get there” he says, placing a hand on your knee.

Relax? How am I supposed to relax? I need to get to that party we’ll never make it now. You think to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No we won’t! We are stuck in the middle of a quiet road, at night, with no gas and…” you pull your phone out, groaning when you read the no signal sign at the top. “And no cell phone reception!”

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About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Epilogue

Changes.


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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Okay, so I suddenly remembered miraculous ladybug and accidentally created an au where all villians are in some ‘gangs’ that compete with each other in some teenage-and-a-little-bit-of-ghetto world. It is still sketchy so uuuuhhh

…. Here we see Evillustrator who draws graffiti and Timebreaker – an illegal racer (I guess?????). I really ship Nath and Alix in canon (platonically), therefore in this au they hang out together most of the time

(note to self: draw the rest of the villians…… and Evillustrator drawing a graffiti bc I love graffiti)

((still don’t know what should I do with ladybug and chat noir I mean they need to be in this au right?))

Skin deep - Wolverine x Abused!Reader (NSFW)

Yes I would. Oh wait, I actually already did. WARNING, NSFW. It’s basically fluff and smut. If you’re uncomfortable with smut, DO NOT READ IT, I have many other SFW work instead ;-), if you don’t mind smut though, read away, and hope you’ll like it, like, hope I wrote things alright and all, BOOOOOM : 

Summary : Your body is littered with scars from years of abuse and torture…And you feel very self-conscious about it, highly insecure. Your boyfriend (and also savior), Logan, tries to convince you there’s nothing to be ashamed of. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

PART 1 

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It was always the same nightmare. 

You were back in the laboratories, and the people that killed your family were torturing you again. Logan’s lifeless body was pinned on the wall in front of you.

They’d done it again. They killed the one you loved the most…your only chance of salvation, of escape. The one that mended your broken body and soul back together. The one that saved you all those years ago, the one you fell deeply in love with…You wake up with a start and a scream, sweat running down your body. 

A hand laying softly on your bare thigh startles you, and you jump out of the bed, ready to fight…when you realize it’s Logan. 

He’s used to it by now, just like you were used to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare. You were both quite fucked up…He was used to it by now, and yet…

The look on his face is nothing but worries, and he doesn’t dare making another movement. He just stares at you, waiting for you to come back…if you want to. A lot of times, when you wake up from a nightmare, you just leave for a walk alone, to clear your mind…But not tonight. 

Tonight, you need to feel him, to be in his arms…protected, and to make sure he’s still there, alive, safe.

You slip back into bed, and his feature softens a bit, loosing just a small amount of worries. One of your arm snake around his waist, the other goes around his neck, your hand tangling itself in his thick black hair. His own arms wrap around your body, pulling you as close as he can, on of his legs fits itself under yours, while the other one spayed across your thigh…You’re trapped in his embrace, just like you love. 

Your head goes to rest where his heart beats, and you sigh, tickling him lightly as your breath moves his chest hair. 

-You’re here to stay, right Logan ? 

-I don’t intend on leaving you again sweetheart. 

-Promised ? 

-Promised. I couldn’t anyway. 

-…Why ? 

-Because I fucking love you and I can’t live without you, that’s why. 

-Cheesy. 

-That’s me. 

You chuckle, snuggling into him even more, and kiss his chest. 

-I love you. 

-I love you too (Y/N), now, sleep. 

You don’t have any dreams the rest of the night, and that’s how you like it. 

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Yesterday’s Enterprise - 3.15

Now, you might be thinking, “haven’t you all done this one already?” And you would be right, TECHNICALLY we have “done” this one. But that post is from SEVEN YEARS AGO and it is QUITE UNDERWHELMING. It’s literally like the second post we ever did. So upon the recommendation of Friend of the Blog Grace M., I’m revisiting this one. 

It starts with a charming scene between Guinan and Worf in which Guinan is wearing one of her signature “teardrop” hats:

What’s the likelihood that there is a nail polish called Aubergine-ius out there somewhere

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My Solasan Temple Theory...

Everyone duck and cover, the Combustion Girl’s been thinking again.

So going partly on my earlier repost about the elven gods being empowered by belief/gods being created by belief, and partly on ideas I’ve had for awhile, I have a strong suspicion that Solasan is an extremely early temple to Fen’harel. And I also believe that is how the pride demon came to be there and how it came to be sealed. I will explain.

Let’s take this back to the very beginning- we know there was a time when Solas was worshipped under his own name. One of the elven mosaics in the temple of Mythal states that Ghilan’nain destroyed all but a couple of her creations because “they were too perfectly wrought and Pride [capital P] stayed her hand.” I think it’s safe to assume that’s not a coincidence. As we all know very well by now, Solas is the elvhen word for Pride, and so it’s not a stretch to guess that Solasan, the Place of Pride/Prideful Place might have been constructed to worship this new god.

Time passes. When he speaks out against their excesses and abuses, the Evanuris name Solas “Fen’harel,” and the rest is history. The Prideful God quickly becomes known as a god of rebellion as well, a rebellion that culminates in the creation of the Veil and devastation for all of Elvhenan, both those faithful to the Evanuris and to Fen’harel. Even if Solas tried over the course of this rebellion to renounce his own godhood, he can no more convince everyone of his mortality than the eventual Herald of Andraste can convince others of their own lack of divinity. So what comes next?

In the silence that follows, the priesthoods of many temples attempt to either contact their gods or cling desperately to their slipping power (see also: Temple of Dirthamen). In desperation, the Priests of Pride attempt to call on their god and turn his attention to them once again. What follows is a disaster of epic proportions.

The world no longer works like it once did, calling out and conveying intention through magic is no longer a natural, second-nature thing to do. The intention gets garbled, because the Veil is now a thing, and what answers them isn’t their god. Rather, they summon a spirit that has turned itself to the embodiment of what they imagine their god to be: unbelievably powerful and terrible, angry and vengeful, cunning and proud. And they can’t control what they’ve inadvertently created. All they can do is contain it, and hide the keys so well that no one ever releases it.

Bringing the whole thing out of “story mode,” a player will notice that the pride demon isn’t all that hard to beat, and is in fact a pride demon, not some watered-down Dread Wolf. I can explain this too.

For one, game mechanics. The creators are working with limited assets, that’s why your Fen’harel statues and your wolf-companion-to-Emerald-Knights statues look exactly the same. There’s simply no time or money or resources to devote to making everything as unique and detailed as they might like. This also explains why the pride demon isn’t especially unique in terms of its abilities- the Inquisition’s soldiers take down a pride demon at the start of the game. Are you honestly trying to tell me that ancient elven priests and warriors with all their knowledge and magic couldn’t take one down? So I think it’s safe to assume that the makers of the game are trying to at least give us the impression of going up against something huge and terrible, with the implication being that the Inquisitor (perhaps because of their mark? Also someone who hunts dragons for lols) is especially badass to take this thing down.

For another, let’s not forget that Solasan, and presumably its priesthood, predate the concept of Solas as the Dread Wolf. So what came through doesn’t necessarily have to reflect that image. There’s also the possibility that if anything, Fen’harel’s divine power is even more certain in the minds of the people than it was in ancient times. In his own time, he was on the fringes and he was the last guy you prayed to if you had a problem, so maybe the demon that came through reflects that. In the present, he is the god who banished all other gods- much more frightening.

And that’s what I think about that.

The Shape of You

Jughead Jones x Reader

You’re new in town and Jughead takes a liking to you, based on the song Shape of You by Ed Sheeran.

Warnings: there’s some kissing and party dancing, alluding to something more

Word count: 1,602

A/N: This is my first fan fiction in this universe and also my first post on this blog, but I hope you enjoy none the less! I mean if you really want I guess you can request, send me ideas pls. 


the club isn’t the best place to find a lover

so the bar is where I go

It’s just like your parents to pick up and move schools with little to no notice, and of course they didn’t ask for your opinion on anything. It’s not like you’re actually important, right? You’ve become emotional baggage to your parents, or at least that’s what it feels like. They do business wherever they please, and you have to follow.

Their next destination: Riverdale. The school is okay, the town a bit too small, and the people sometimes seem like something out of the lingerie ad in a magazine, like they’re too perfect to actually be real. 

The only place that didn’t seem like a total drag to you was the local cafe that was open 24 hours. You often went there to study or people watch, and today started just like that.

You walked in and ordered a milkshake and sat in a booth by the door. You notice a boy sitting a few booths over, alone, buried in his laptop. You watch him for a few minutes, noticing the way his hands flutter over the keyboard and the crease in his eyebrow every thirty seconds or so. His eyes are glued to the screen, like he was on the verge of something great.  

Hopping from school to school, you have to learn to make friends quickly, so your confidence in approaching people may seem a bit forward. You told yourself it was better than not having any friends at all. 

You take a deep breath and decide that this time, friendship will start with this guy. 

“What are you writing? A Sherlock Holmes novel?” You ask from your seat.

“Close.” he says without looking up.

You slip out of your booth and slide into the side of the booth opposite of him.

“I’m interested.” you say, looking at him with a smirk, you weren’t going to give up so easily now.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” he asks, looking up. You finally get a look at his eyes, and it’s too bad that he’s so focused on the screen, because the world is definitely missing out.

“I’m (Y/N).” you say, taking a a sip of your milkshake.

“Jughead.” he replies, raising an eyebrow. 

one week in, we let the story begin

we’re going out on our first date

Just one week in Riverdale and Jughead Jones had swept you off your feet faster than your head had time to catch up with your heart. You’ve been meeting at Pop’s with him every single day after school, talking about his novel, the town, or nothing at all. He’s filled you in on the past summer, and what’s happened since then, always lighting up when he talks about it. You can only guess that it’s because it’s the topic of his novel.

You could never read his face any other time, though, he was so caught up in looking at the world so differently. Everyone else was almost certain he liked you, as they all insisted this is the happiest they had ever seen him.

“Not possible. That boy couldn’t like anything except food if he wanted to.” you told the rest of the friends you had met, who also happened to be part of Jug’s main friend group.

Veronica was sitting across from you with Betty by her side, both looking at you as if you had something in your teeth. 

“Oh come on, it’s written all over his face, and all over yours too.” Betty chimed in, linking her arm with Ronnie’s.

Before you have time to say anything there’s a ding at the front door, you turn to see who it is and surprise, it’s no one else other than…

“Hey Jughead.” Betty says, motioning for him to come sit with you guys.

“Hi (Y/N),” he says, barely even noticing the other two girls are there, “Can I talk to you?” 

You look at the girls for a moment and they both urge you to leave.

Walking out of Pop’s and down the street towards the bridge, not a word is spoken. Finally, you stop over the river.

“Thought you said you wanted to talk.” you tease, nudging him gently on the shoulder.

“Yeah, well, uh…” he responds.

“The great Jughead Jones, without anything to say?” you continue to tease, just like you had for the past week.

That one gets a smile out of him, and before you know it you’re both laughing on the bridge before a silence settles over you, leading into an awkward moment that can’t be broken by him typing or you sipping your milkshake.

You kick a pebble with your foot, looking down when suddenly his hand is on your chin, lifting your eyes to meet his. He leans in before you can say anything and kisses you softly on the lips, his hand going to cup the back of your neck to pull you closer and your hands automatically find a place on his waist. 

He breaks the kiss slowly, keeping your foreheads together.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you, (Y/N).” he whispers, looking for some sort of sign from you.

“Well you could’ve asked me on a date first, but I guess this will do.” you say with a smile, going back in for another kiss.

i’m in love with the shape of you

we push and pull like a magnet do

A month can seem like such a long time when you’re in a relationship. 

Veronica had asked if you guys could come to a party on your one month, and you didn’t see why not. Jug made it very clear he would rather have stayed home and just spend time with you, but you felt like dancing.

It was Cheryl’s party, but as long as your friends were there you didn’t mind as much, and besides, you had the perfect boyfriend anyway.

The music was loud and the dance floor was hot. Betty and Veronica quickly found their way to the center to dance the night away, soon joined by Kevin and Josie. 

Jug was in the corner with his arms crossed, but not for long.

You walk over, hips swaying from side to side.

“Let’s go.” you say.

“Finally.” he sighs, turning to head for the door.

“No no no.” you tell him, taking his hand and leading him towards the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find your waist. He remains stiff as other people bump against him, not wanting to get into it. You quickly turn around and put my back to his, swaying your hips against his. 

He leans his head in close to yours, his hands tracing the outline of your curves from your waist to the top of your rib cage down to your thighs. 

You turn back around and lace your hands through his. 

It was his turn to pull you along, and this time you don’t object as he leads you out of the house as you wave a quick goodbye to your other friends. 

although my heart is falling too

i’m in love with your body

The walk home passes by in a blur of sloppy kisses and trying to keep your hands off of each other.

The door to your bedroom opens with a bang, and soon you’re on the bed, his beanie on the floor, and the shirts start to come off.

Your hands entangle themselves in his nearly midnight black hair as you pull him on top of you, your lips finding his. He bites your bottom lip, something he had never done before, so you can’t help but give in, wanting your body’s closer.

He pushes you further on the bed, your hands running over the shape of his waist and his chest, wanting to get every last detail in your head for the rest of time. You hadn’t been this intimate with Jug yet and you wanted it to be etched in the history books.

His hands move to your waistband, his lips hovering over your neck now, his breath on your skin making your own breath hitch at the feeling.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, knowing how you feel about everything. It would be your first time, after all.

“I love you, Jughead Jones.” you say, your hands playing with the hair on the back of his neck now.

“Well you could have waited till I said it first, but I guess this will do.” he says, his eyes finding yours, “I love you.” 

last night you were in my room

and now my bedsheets smell like you

Last night was probably one of the best nights of your entire life. Your boyfriend had slept over, leading to the perfect face to wake up to.

You curl up against his chest, your head on his heart, listening as the beats align with yours. 

“Good morning, princess.” he says softly, his voice deep and husky. It sounds just like you imagined it would. 

His hands find their way to your waist to pull you closer, his thumb tracing circles on your lower back as you lay there. You could stay there for the rest of your life and you would be content. 

Your eyes look up into his, and for the first time you find yourself wanting to stay in this town, because maybe, just maybe, Riverdale can finally be  a home with Jug by your side. 

Okay I am Australian but here’s why I’m very concerned about what happening in America:

Despite what we would maybe like, America is still very politically and culturally influential in the West (thus Australia). We are still flooded with their tv, their news, and even more unfortunately their politics (through our trade links, defence treaties and just by politicians seeming to look and borrow from their policy). And Australia has its own messy, terrible history with racism and race relations. And the more the far right’s (fascist/nazi/supremacist) ideas get disseminated through US press and the internet, the more I fear it works its way back into us, here and more or less fans the flames of our own issues. Increased globalisation and america’s cultural influence make US concerns and problems legitimate concerns for the rest of the world, particularly, for me anyway, Australia.

My point, I guess in a TL:DR is the pervasiveness of American media and culture in Australia makes me extremely concerned about it’s potential impact on Australia and our race tensions.  

Things kids in my school have said

“I’m so tired, I’m gonna fall down the stairs. Don’t catch me, I wanna die.”

“JE SUIS LIVRE!” (translation: I am book) 

“Dude I haven’t vegetabled since two weeks ago.” 

“The last time I felt emotion was 2002″ 

“Is your exam dank enough?” 

“don’t let your memes be memes. Kill them instead.” 

“did you just assume that I got sleep last night? How dare you.” 

“I want to be that pigeon. He does what ever he wants.” 

“LOVE TO DAB TIME TO STAB”

“How do you expect me to french if i can’t even english.” 

“I WANT THE GODDAMN COOKIES TABITHA DON’T TEST ME!”

“Why are white mom names so funny.”

“Are you apart of the bleach club?” 

“I’m a professional actor.” “I don’t care I’m awkward.” 

“Is it just me or is she more dead than usual.” 

“Bee movie memes are the only reason why I’m alive.” 

“At least she didn’t say you would sink in the dead sea.” 

“I’m captain of the pigeons.” 

“I have D-money’s class next.” 

“Teenagers tend to be more impulsive and dangerous” “BECAUSE THEY SLEEP WITH A GUN! AND KEEP AN EYE ON YOU SON!” 

“How are you all today?” “Well I don’t know about the rest of the class, but I’m dead inside.”

“remember that if the pH scale is a higher number, then it’s more basic.” “So the Hydrochloric acid drinks a lot of Starbucks?” 

Huntress- Part 13: Trust

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E13 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five

Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve

Your feet padded quietly on the floorboards of the Bunker as you neared the voices. Dad had his back to you, typing away on his laptop, Uncle Dean was leaning over him, staring at whatever was on the screen. 

You had a cup of tea in hands as you wandered up behind them.

“Found a case?” You asked, making Uncle Dean jump. 
“The hell did you come from?” He looked at you with a frown.
“Europe.”You mumbled, reading the screen.

Dad chuckled before saying “Yeah, a Museum not too far away. Someone had their tongue ripped out…”
“Ouch.” You grimaced.
“…Yeah, but that didn’t kill them.” 
You tilted your head questioningly.
“Having their internal organs crushed did.”

“Lovely.”

“Sure is.” Uncle Dean huffed, his eyes squinting as he read over the article. You took a sip, the warmth of the mug spreading through to the palms of your hands.

“I take it you’re coming, Kid.” Uncle Dean looked at you expectantly. You nodded, grabbing a hair-tie from your wrist and tying your hair up into a bunche. 

Dad sighed, but didn’t say anything. He knew you’d probably end up finding a way, it was safer if you all stayed together.

“I’ll call Mom,” Uncle Dean broke the slight tension before it grew to too much “See if she wants to help out.”

“Okay.” Dad nodded, closing his laptop slightly and adjusting himself so he was facing you.
“Sleep well?” He asked in such a way you felt obliged to answer truthfully.
“Kinda.” You shrugged.
Dad nodded, thankful you didn’t outright lie, he could tell you trusted him more than you initially did.

“If you can’t sleep, it’s okay to tell me. I’m not going to be angry at you.”

“I know…thanks.” You didn’t want to offend him, but there was really nothing he could have done to help.

“Offering a tight smile, he looked up when Uncle Dean re-entered the room. “Okay, looks like it’s just gonna be the three of us,” He bitterly declared. Before you could question why he added: “Let’s go.”


You enjoyed car journeys. There was so much more land in America so the roads weren’t too busy and it gave you lots of time to listen to music or play dumb games. It was the simple things, but they made a difference.

You took out an earphone whenever they seemed to be talking about anything interesting.
“Wait, you said Mom was…”too tired” right?” Dad asked his brother, making sure he had his facts straight.
“Yep” Uncle Dean snapped. He was obviously not buying the “tired” excuse. To be fair, it was an excuse you’d often find yourself losing.

“What?” Dad frowned.
“I don’t know..I just feel like something’s going on and she doesn’t wanna talk about it.” Uncle Dean admitted his suspicions.
“She’s back into Hunting, she just needs time. We can’t expect her to be perfectly okay.”
“Yeah. I guess…”

You sighed, watching them go back and forth. Of course Mary had every right to hunt on her own, to have any secrets she wants to keep, to be away from her family and still love them. But Uncle Dean appeared to have different ideas, he was family driven and couldn’t get his head around the fact that she didn’t want to be with them all of the time.

From what Mary had told you, it sounded like she’d spent the earlier years of her life running from the Hunting life, to be dragged back in…it couldn’t have been easy.

You wouldn’t be able to cope if Dad hadn’t wanted you to stay, if you’d have to go back to live in The Chapter House…


After a solid fifteen minutes of waiting in the car, you’d just about had enough of not being able to know what’s going on. No, you couldn’t pretend to be an FBI agent, but you didn’t have to.

Instead of waiting for Dad and Uncle Dean to arrive back from the Museum, you got out of the car and marched in. You held your head high and walked straight past a few people, acting like you were meant to be there.
No one questioned you or stopped you from walking in. When you spotted the “FBI” you strode over and leaned over Uncle Dean’s shoulder: “Sup.”

He jumped, staring at you with wide eyes soon turning to a disapproved frown. You giggled, having managed to scare him for the second time that day.
“Y/N?” Dad walked over to where you were, looking confused “How did you get in here?”

“Walked through the door.” You explained, looking at the cabinets filled with antiques and relics. “Anything interesting?”
“How?”
“People don’t question you if you look like you know what you’re doing.” You shrugged, earning a small smile from the pair of them. 

“Okay I’m changing my vote to a ghost, this place is full of EMF.” Uncle Dean looked down at the small machine in his hand.
“That’s actually pretty normal for a Museum, all these antiques everywhere. there’s bound to be a few pissed of spirits.” Dad gently argued.

“Hey, check this out.” Dad pointed to the front of some sort of ship, forcing you and Uncle Dean to move closer to get a better look.
“The Star.” You read, picking up an information booklet, “Sunk in 1723…”

“Wait, I know something about something,” Uncle Dean held a finger up, making you pause “Gavin McLeod.”

You scrunched your face up “Who?”

“Crowley’s kid?!” Dad looked half impressed an half confused.

“Crowley’s got a kid?” You wonder aloud.

“Yeah, uh, long story.” Uncle Dean quickly dismissed the chance to recite it for you; you were beginning to think everything was a long story. “But, this is Gavin’s ship.”

Speaking of the King Of Hell, his caller ID appeared on Uncle Dean’s phone.
“Hey Crowley.” He sighed, putting it on loud speaker.
“I can’t believe you! You idiots let Lucifer’s lovechild live?!”
“How do you know about that?” Dad interrogated.
“I don’t owe you an explanation!”
“Oh great- that’s reassuring.” You rolled your eyes.
“I guess this is a bad time to ask you if you can ask Gavin to come over?”
“Why on Earth would I want to do that?!”
“We don’t owe you an explanation.” You echoed his excuse, making him scoff.
“Look, Crowley. When we let Gavin live in our world, possibly screwing up the rest of history and time, we didn’t hunt him down. So yeah, you do owe us something.” Uncle Dean explained, unfortunately, Crowley didn’t seem convinced.
“I can’t believe you three!” He hissed before hanging up.


“That’s a fascinating story,” Rowena smiled sickly, her Scottish accent filling the room “But you said there was something in it for me?” 
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and leaned back.
“We’re gonna need your help to-

“I said for me.” She sighed, collecting her things and standing up to leave. Your Dad rose from his chair, grabbing her arm and holding her in position: “Sit down.” 

She hesitated, deciding whether to do so or not.Swallowing, she sat back down. Glaring at your Dad. Her eyes fluttered back to normal as she adjusted her position, getting comfortable.

“When we discover this eye witness, we can get our valuable information and you, well, you’ll want to meet them.” Uncle Dean promised.

“Who is this eye witness?” Rowena asked, her curiosity taking over her as she waited for someone to speak.

Your Dad smirked, looking between you and his brother. 


Sandwiched between your Dad and your Uncle, the three of you watched as the coach pulled up. It was large and silver, with one of those compartments for luggage.
“Gavin!” They called as a younger man walked off of the steps. He had dark brown hair, a navy trench coat and a satchel with his belongings. He strode over to you all, his eyes falling on yours. “Gavin, this is my daughter, Y/N.”
Dad shook hands with him, gesturing to you slightly.
“Y/N,” Gavin echoed “Hello.”
“Hey.” You greeted, noting his accent was much like Rowenas.

“You’re English!” He seemed more excited about this than you’d thought he’d be.
“Sure am.” You chuckled.

“So uh….how’s my Father?” He seemed to be asking you, making you back up slightly.

“About that,” Dad cleared his throat “We may have exaggerated…a little.”
“We lied.” Uncle Dean admitted “We lied.”
“Why?”
“We need your help-”
“Help!” He called, frightening one of the travelers as they walked past. You giggled as Uncle Dean tried to usher him away, assuring him no help was actually needed.
“We wanted to ask you about this.” You got your phone out and held up a picture of the ship.
“That’s the Star!” He grinned, squinting his eyes to see “That’s my ship!”

“Yeah it should have been.” Dad nodded, looking up as a car sounded.
A taxi parked and a certain Witch got out. Gavin looked up, confused. “You look just like my father when he was young” She grinned.
He frowned.
“Gavin, this is Rowena, you’re Grandmother.”
“My Grandmother…She can’t be alive.”
“Neither can you, mate.” You huffed “Don’t question it.”


“I would have thought all the wreckage would still be at the bottom of the Atlantic!” Gavin grinned as he studied the front of his ship back in the Museum. He walked around it a few dozen times, looking it up and down in fascination.

“Here’s a folder of what they recovered, recognise anything?” You handed him the folder, hoping to speed things up a little without sounding too rude. People’s lives were at stake.

“Amazing.” He said, eagerly taking it from your hands.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him and leaning on the table behind.

“Nope…Nope…Nope” He flicked through the pages, glancing at the photos. You shared a look with your Dad, making him smirk.

“My God,” Gavin placed the folder on the table open on the page “That’s the locket.”
“The locket?” Dad questioned.

You leaned in, examining the picture and scanning the paragraph of information for anything useful or interesting.
“It’s the locket I bought…for my Fiona”
“Darlin’, you had a we girlfriend!” Rowena squealed.
“Fiona Dunken.” He said proudly.

“Hey.” Uncle Dean called you over to where he and your Dad were stood. You backed up to where they were, looking up expectantly.
“It’s missing.” He said, pointing at a stand.
“Maybe the ghost of this Fiona took it.” Dad suggested.

“My Fiona’s a ghost?!” Gavin butted in, looking insulted anyone would suggest such a thing.
“She’s vengeful, she wants clarity…She’s also very dangerous.” You sighed, knowing full well he wouldn’t want to hear this. His eyes said it all, they were shocked and barely managing to process the information you were telling him.


You stood behind your Dad and Uncle as they stormed in, shotguns armed with salt-bullets. Dad took a shot at the ghost-who must have been Fiona- she disintegrated through smoke. There was no doubt she’d be back soon.
 As she did so, you had to physically hold Gavin back so he didn’t run in to see if it truly was her. He struggled in your grip, making you press your thumb into one of the pressure points along the arm. He stopped struggling “Ow!”
“Don’t move then!” You hissed, letting him go since the ghost was gone.
Rowena watched with disapproval “Hush!”.

Holding his arm, he pouted “Okay…now what?”

“We need you to speak with her. We need to be sure it is her.” Dad explained. He lowered his gun fully and offered Gavin an encouraging smile.
“How?”

“Oh restless spirit, make thy presence known to me…”

You waited on the other side of the door with Rowena, Uncle Dean and Dad. The ghost would be more likely to show if he was on his own. However, you had fully loaded firearms on the table to your right in case things got messy.

“…Fiona…’tis I: Gavin…”

You all waited in silence, straining to hear for cries of help. You had to prepare for the worst case scenario- just in case. As they spoke their voices became more and more louder and it appeared to be becoming an argument more than a conversation.
You noticed your Dad looking over to the shotguns, as if contemplating reaching for one. He licked his lips in thought before looking away. The room fell silent and you looked up at Dad.

He opened the door slowly, Uncle Dean holding a weapon just in case.

The three of you peered in to see Gavin stood in the middle of the room, watching an empty space with sorry eyes which was probably where Fiona had stood.

“Was it her?” Rowena asked, moving towards where he stood.
“Aye, it was Fiona.” He nodded slowly, his face hardened and he added “But not my Fiona.”

“So…we’re all agreed she needs to be stopped?” Dad spoke. Every nodded in response. “How? We can’t burn her bones if she’s at the bottom of the ocean?” You weren’t trying to be a pessimist, but you hadn’t any other ideas.
“Well,” Uncle Dean cleared his throat, eyeing Gavin “There might be a way to fix everything.”
“No.” Rowena snapped, meanwhile you were let to catch on. “We’re not sending him to his death. That’s not a solution.”
“Actually, I was thinking the same thing. If I go back in time and board the ship, time would go as it was supposed to.” Gavin agreed.

“You can send someone back in time?” You asked, intrigued,
“Aye, that’s how I arrived in the twenty first century. It’s a long story.” Gavin nodded.
“Isn’t everything…” You mumbled.

“Never gonna happen.” A certain King Of Hell decided to show his face. “Just because your family’s a mess doesn’t mean you get to mess with mine!” He shouted at the three of you. You frowned at the word “mess”.
“Let him go Fergus!” Rowena hissed.
“If you want to go so badly then why did you call me?!” Crowley ignored his Mother.
“You called him?” Uncle Dean said.
“Yes…I called you,” Gavin hesitated “I called you to say goodbye.”
Crowley stiffened and his head rose with realisation. 

Standing up to leave, Crowley reached out to stop his son. However Rowena held up her hand and chanted a sharp spell, making Crowley freeze. “…Mother…” He hummed, raising an eyebrow at her.

You watched with anticipation, unsure as to whether you could really have a valuable opinion on someone else’s situation. 
Gavin waled past, turning round to his Dad and saying “I’m sorry, Father…”


You watched as Dad prepared the last of the spell. Standing next to Uncle Dean, Gavin wondered over to join you both and sighed. “You ready?” You asked, glancing at his pale face.

He swallowed. “Yes.”

Dad held a blade up to his palm and sliced through, Gavin winced but didn’t say anything as he squeezed his blood into the bowl of ingredients.
“Are you sure this’ll work?” He asked.
“We’ve never actually done it before,” Uncle Dean admitted “But other family members have.”
You added “Plus Rowena tweaked the spell.”

“Hey, uh, Gavin,” Dad gently caught his attention “You’re a good guy. Thank you.”

Gavin nodded ad moved so he was stood in front of the three of you. He nodded “Hopefully, this is all for the best.” 

As Dad read the spell Fiona appeared at his side, her body translucent with a murky yellow tinge. The pair of them turned to face each other, both smiling and hands reaching for each others. Their bodies began to change so they both had a middle-ground between being see through and tangible. Then, as softly as she had appeared, they were whisked away back in time. 

You kept your eyes on the empty space. Gavin was nice. It was hard to believe Crowley was his father, although, something told you the King Of Hell had more of a heart than he let on.


Your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you roll off of your bed to get into a position where you could answer it. You looked down at the caller ID and scowled. It was him again.
Why couldn’t that bastard just leave you alone?!
You’d had it.

“What?” You snapped, finally answering.

“Y/N?”

“Duh!”

“Finally, why are you suddenly ignoring me?” He questioned.

“Why are you always calling me?” You were trying to keep your volume to a minimum. At this point, you didn’t want your Dad getting involved.

“Look, I get that you belong with your…Dad.” He had a hard time getting the word out “But you can still work with us. The idea was that you got us into the Winchester’s good books.”

“I never agreed to the bleeding idea in the first place!” You protested.

Sam Winchester stood outside your bedroom door, leaning against the wall and straining to hear. He listened curiously.

“Y/N, you trust us don’t you?” The man asked.
You didn’t answer.
“You trust me don’t you?” He altered the question a little in hopes for a response.
“I don’t know anymore…”
“Who do you trust?” He asked in such a way you could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he calculated a plan to re-earn your trust.
“I trusted Max…” You whispered.
“I know you did.”
“Your Dad?” He suggested.
My Dad?” You echoed, realising you didn’t know if you did or not. Sam lifted his head at the mention of himself. “I think I trust him…but I trusted you and look where that got me.”
“Y/N, I didn’t want to do that to you either. I’ve changed. Your Mum changed me.”
“My Mum’s dead.” You retorted “Change yourself.” 


As you approach your Dad and Uncle, they seemed to be talking about the case and how Cas still hasn’t found out much on Kelly. You silently agree before sitting down next to your Dad. 
He shoots you a frown, but doesn’t question what you’d been doing. “You okay?” He asked, perhaps hoping you’d explain.
“Mmmhmm.” You smiled.

He could have wanted to push you to say more, but Mary walking down the steps turned all attention away from you. 
“Mom!”
“Hey!”
“It’s been a while,” Uncle Dean expresses “A long long long while.” You kicked your Uncle’s shin from under the table, making him flinch “Ow!”
You stuck your tongue out at him, making Mary roll her eyes.

“I brought beers and burgers.” She declared. Mary placed the bags down on the table, smiling at you. You smiled back, thinking she had more to say.
“Forgiven.” Uncle Dean grinned, ripping open the case of beers.

“So, uh, what’ve you been up to?” Dad asked her, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh you know, chasing vampires, shooting werewolves, melting rugaru brains.”
Your head shot up at the mention and you squinted your eyes at her suspiciously. “What?” Uncle Dean questioned her.

She looked down and suddenly the happy family atmosphere was gone.

Realisation hit you: “You’ve been working with them…haven’t you?” She directy looked at you, guilty eyes and a tired stance. “There’s no easy way to say it…”

“I just did.” You snapped “You’re welcome.”

“Y/N…”

“Mom…” Dad sighed “We have a history with them.”

“I know, Sam. But what they’re doing, it’s incredible. We’ve saved so many lives-”

We? So you’re a we now?” Uncle Dean interrogated. The betrayal in his voice was harsh and thick. 

You watched as they went back and forth. You knew the most about The British Men Of Letters, they weren’t necessarily bad people… It was complicated and you thought you’d finally gotten out.
Truth was, you did miss parts of it. The Hunting they’d prepared you for was certainly easier and more effective. They’d practically wiped out every Supernatural species in the UK. 
It wasn’t all bad…you just wished they hadn’t kept your Dad from you for so long. And what they did to Mum… you couldn’t just forgive them for that.

“Don’t give me the face.” Mary folded her arms across her chest at her eldest.
“What face?”
The face.”
“There is no face.”
“That face!” She pointed at your Uncle, her voice loud.

“Mom…we don’t trust the Brits.” Your Dad trailed off when he spoke, noticing you becoming more and more awkward between the three of them.

“So where does that leave us?” Uncle Dean stood tall.

“Same as always. Family. Please, just hear me out.”


Part Fourteen- Pick A Side

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A/N: I’ve kinda worked my butt off all day to get this finished *phew*. Time to start planning for the next part I guess \_(-_-)_/

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Dinner with the Swedes- Andre Burakovsky

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I LOVED this prompt anon! I love the Caps (if any of you missed that) and I got to include a BUNCH of them! Ahhh!!! I love how this one turned out! And I know you like how I incorporate languages, so I used some more Swedish, and a Swedish dish (for dinner with the Swedes) so translation is at the end and I hope you like it!

Warning: None that I can think of?

Anon request: hi there!!! i love your blog, and you’re a really good writer! i also love how you try to incorporate other languages like swedish into it to make it more realistic! can you write one where andre takes his new gf to dinner at one of the swedes’ house and shes like super nervous but then they LOVE her and end up teasing andre in the locker room the next day about how heart eyes he is about her and embarrass him in front of the whole team?

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              “älskling, you ready?” Andre asked, stepping into the kitchen.

              “Yeah just needed to put the cake on a plate.”

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