and we just want you to be happy

anonymous asked:

I'm happy as hell that Trump is Americas president. We haven't had any major terrorist attacks over here since he won. Shocker. Europe wants people like Macron who welcome Muslims from the Middle East with open arms they will keep getting attacked by Islamic terrorists. Trump will get reelected guaranteed if we continue to stay terrorist free.

Trump just said that immigration was responsible for Manchester… Which, obviously not. Trump hasn’t introduced any policy that would have made any difference to any past terrorist action. So I think the word you are looking for is “coincidence”, and if you want your leaders based on that then it’s your prerogative, but I’d prefer them to be qualified and understand the constitution, but I’m picky that way.

the One Acceptable “the paladins are all throwing insults at lance” Scenario (stay with me, trust me)

-they’re trying to get the support from this planets inhabitants and to prove themselves they gotta do this traditional ritual these aliens do

-part of it includes going through a cave where if you tell what you believe to be the truth the air becomes unbreathable

-the paladins are picking their words ridiculously carefully

-so a battle goes down. and lance takes down the last guy. dramatically blows off his bayard. “that’s right guys, i’m awesome, you love me”

-everyone’s eyes widen and they’re freaking out but then nothing happens

-shiro wants to say something but isn’t sure he can without slipping up and telling the truth so he just says “we won’t be talking about this later” with a stern look

-one of the others gets an idea. “hey lance, you suck.” “you’re the worst” “you’re replaceable”

-the others join in. they’re all insulting him while hugging him and hes happy bc he knows they’re lying and his fears of what the other paladins would think of him are wrong

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@gavrockandroll my heart

I was looking through Twitter and came across this…

From what I have noticed he was promised to be in season 13 and he wanted to keep going. He even already had the promo shots! However I feel like something happened behind the scenes because of this. First he was happy to be going to be in season 13 now all of a sudden hes done with the show and conventions (creation ones). It almost feels as if they told him “never mind we dont want you anymore. get out”….. Why would they just “kill” Crowley off in one episode only to permanently kill him the very next? I don’t know… I just know it makes me really angry and sad for the fact it feels as if the people of SPN just did Mark extremely wrong. I dont think he would just up and leave us like this, something had to happen.

Either way….


To Mark,

We don’t really know what happened and we aren’t asking you to tell us, but please know we stand behind you in whatever you do and we will certainly miss you. From all the fans to you: Thank you. Words cannot even describe the joy you made us feel on and off screen. Here’s to moving on to something better.

Originally posted by datemisstravel

gif cred : @spiderholland

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“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.

“So, did you ask her yet?”

Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”

Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”

Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”

Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”

Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”

“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”

Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”

Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”

“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”

“Uh, just now!”

“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”

Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.

“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot.  A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”

“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.

[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”

Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”

Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”

“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”  

Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”

[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”

Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.

Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”

“So.” He repeated under his breath.

Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”

Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”

Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”

Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.

Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”

Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”

“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”

Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.

Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”

Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”

What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”

Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.

As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”

Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”

Peter chuckled, “Oh, I’ll ace it, alright.”


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Time To Fess Up

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”

A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG


“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee.  You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her. 

“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head. 

“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair. 

“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone. 

“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention. 

“(Y/N)’s-”

“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk. 

“JJ, what was that about?” 

“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk. 

“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Spence she’s not-”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”

“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself. “That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down. 

“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”

“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”

“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”  

“I value her opinion.”

“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him. 

“JJ, what are you talking about?”

“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.


“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.

“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes. 

“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”

“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face. 

“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through. 

“What?” you demanded, still frozen. 

“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground. 

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”

“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”

“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied. 

“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”

“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”

“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book. 

“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself. 

“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.

“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”

“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”

“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.

“You’re leaving?”

“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.

“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information. 

“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”

“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”

“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted. 

“Then explain it to me.”

“Not possible.”

“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”

“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”

“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”

“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?

“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air. 

“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,”  Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again. 

“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“Happy tears are good.”

“I thought you and Maeve were-”

“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained. 

“Well, I- oh crap.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”

“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”

“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan. 

“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again. 

mypassionsareyours  asked:

Hey, I was wondering do you believe in positive manifestation and if so do you have any tips?

Yes, manifestation is a thing. It is how I went from an intern in the movie industry to a medical student. 

Obviously there were many hours of hard work involved. And you should be ready to put in said work for anything you wish to manifest. 

Yet you can also align yourself with the movement of the universe and use the momentum of that alignment to help further your efforts so that the results exceed the sum of their parts. 

There are times when manifestation happens spontaneously without your conscious effort. That’s great too but I wouldn’t count on that happening. 

Some tips on manifesting stuff:

  • Intention.
    • Intention and motivation are intimately connected. 
    • Examine what it is you are seeking to manifest. 
      • Are you seeking happiness? Control? Power? Fame? Why?
    • Oddly enough, whether you have good or bad intentions doesn’t matter. You can make either happen. What matters is that you understand why you want that thing and that you are ready to bend your entire will to it. 
    • Naturally I recommend having good intentions. Bad intentions lead you into terrific messes in this life or the next. 
  • Expression.
    • If you look at all the stuff about manifesting your dreams and such, there are actual techniques involved. Vision boards, affirmations, etc. 
    • In my opinion they are sloppy techniques but not ineffective. Just kind of basic. 
    • There are many ways to encourage new things to happen in your life. Exploring the arts can be helpful. Art is meant as a window to allow new sights and feelings into our reality. 
    • Sigils and the occult are also relevant here. 
  • Make room.
    • If you want someone to sit down with you but you are seated at a crowded table, it wont happen. Sometimes you need to clear a space and then that special someone will join you. 
    • The same goes for manifesting your will. 
    • Identify things you need to let go of and sacrifice in order to allow this new thing to come into your life. 
  • Make effort!
    • Lastly, do all the things. Do everything. Be ready to put in all possible earthly effort to achieve what you will. 
    • Perfect effort does take time and may not happen in a day. But really work towards that. 
    • Miracles may happen along the way. Be grateful for them and give thanks. But never let up, keep working hard. 
      • Know when to “treat yourself” and when to buckle down and strap in. 

Typically I don’t like giving this input because I think focus is best put on self-realization, awakening, enlightenment, whatever you want to call it. But living in this world is hard and we need all the help we can get. 

Remember that ultimately nothing you can manifest will give you happiness. The best it can do is help you to find harmony in the physical world, which can help reduce the distractions when it comes to seeking happiness within. 

Just my two cents. 

Namaste :) Much love. 

This is Demon!!!  (Named because of her ice blue, slanted eyes)

She has tumors forming on her ears, which is very common for white cats as they get them from sunburn. (If you have a white cat, Protect them and buy animal safe sunscreen!) 
It’s gotten to the point where she has started scratching at her ears, and the vet told us that her ears have to be removed ASAP

It’ll be $800 for all her medical bills (which include some dental care), but only $600 for the ears alone.

For 4 years now, Mum has been taking in stray cats (25+!!!), feeding them, helping them get used to people, getting them neutered and finding them all new homes. All from her own wallet. But Demon is a keeper ! And this time, we just can’t afford it.

We only want a long, happy life for her.

Please, share the link, donate or mention it to other people. Every little bit helps. Thank you so much for even just reading this. 

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One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You”

DRABBLE GAME: so i feel like doing this drabble game with y’all cause im bored and procrastinating. request for any member and as much as you want! you can give me a little idea on what you would like it to be on if you want, it’s cool if you don’t. i just think it would help with giving me inspiration and motivation to write it. this leads me to say, i won’t do everything.

link to original post.

plz read my requesting rules before you request! the only thing that differs from that and this is that you don’t need to give me a description if you don’t want (but highly suggested)!

  1. “Pull over.  Let me drive for a while.”
  2. “It reminded me of you.”
  3. “No, no, it’s my treat.”
  4. “Come here.  Let me fix it.”
  5. “I’ll walk you home.”
  6. “Have a good day at work.”
  7. “I dreamt about you last night.”
  8. “Take my seat.”
  9. “I saved a piece for you.”
  10. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
  11. “You can have half.”
  12. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
  13. “Sorry, I’m late.”
  14. “Can I have this dance?”
  15. “I made your favourite.”
  16. “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
  17. “Watch your step.”
  18. “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.”
  19. “Can I hold your hand?”
  20. “You can borrow mine.”
  21. “You might like this.”
  22. “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.”
  23. “I’ll wait.”
  24. “Just because.”
  25. “Look both ways.”
  26. “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”
  27. “Try some.”
  28. “Drive safely.”
  29. “Well, what do you want to do?”
  30. “One more chapter.”
  31. “Don’t worry about me.”
  32. “It looks good on you.”
  33. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
  34. “That’s okay, I bought two.”
  35. “After you.”
  36. “We’ll figure it out.”
  37. “Can I kiss you?”
  38. “I like your laugh.”
  39. “Don’t cry.”
  40. “I made this for you.”
  41. “Go back to sleep.”
  42. “Is this okay?”
  43. “I picked these for you.”
  44. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
  45. “What do you want to watch?”
  46. “You can go first.”
  47. “Did you get my letter?”
  48. “I’ll do it for you.”
  49. “Call me when you get home.”
  50. “I think you’re beautiful.”
  51. “Are you sure?”
  52. “Have fun.”
  53. “Sit down, I’ll get it.”
  54. “I made reservations.”
  55. “I don’t mind.”
  56. “It brings out your eyes.”
  57. “There is enough room for both of us.”
  58. “You don’t have to say anything.”
  59. “Wow.”
  60. “Happy birthday.”
  61. “I’ll pick it up after work.”
  62. “It can wait until tomorrow.”
  63. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
  64. “It’s two sugars, right?”
  65. “I’ll help you study.”
  66. “Stay over.”
  67. “I did the dishes.”
  68. “You didn’t have to ask.”
  69. “I bought you a ticket.”
  70. “You’re warm.”
  71. “No reason.”
  72. “I’ll meet you halfway.”
  73. “Take mine.”
  74. “We can share.”
  75. “I was just thinking about you.”
  76. “I want you to have this.”
  77. “Call me if you need anything.”
  78. “Do you want to come too?”
  79. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
  80. “Is your seat belt on?”
  81. “Sweet dreams.”
  82. “I was in the neighbourhood.”
  83. “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.”
  84. “The key is under the mat.”
  85. “It doesn’t bother me.”
  86. “You’re important too.”
  87. “I saved you a seat.”
  88. “I’ll see you later.”
  89. “I noticed.”
  90. “You can tell me anything.”
  91. “I hope you like it.”
  92. “I want you to be happy.”
  93. “I believe in you.”
  94. “You can do it.”
  95. “Good luck.”
  96. “I brought you an umbrella.”
  97. “I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
  98. “Take a deep breath.”
  99. “Be careful.”
    And…
  100. “I love you.”
Roadtrip

Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7

After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school.  You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.

“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.

“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”

“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.

“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”

That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.

“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.

“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.

“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”

“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.

“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”

“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.

“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.

“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you  as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.

“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.

“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.

“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.

“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”

“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.

“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.

“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.

“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.

“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.

“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.

“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.

“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.

“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”

You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.

“Do you know how fast you were going?”

“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.

“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.

“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.

“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”

You did as he said and stood out side of your car.

“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”

“Yes, sir, it is.”

He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.

“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.

“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.

“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.

“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.

“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.

“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”

“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.

“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.

“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.

“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.

“It’s not alright,” he snapped.

“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”

“Yes it was.”

“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”

“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.

“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”

You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”

“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.

“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.

“But what if?” he insisted.

You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”

Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.

“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.

~Mod Lillian

Important Patch Updates :

Sims facial features should no longer adjust after selecting a different eye color swatch.

  • Blue eyes? Of course sir, let me just push your nose this way a touch. No? Then brown eyes? Yes, wonderful choice sir. Let me just pull your jaw out a bit. No? But sir, no need to raise your voice, you chose brown, not me. If you wanted your jaw to stay chiseled you should have chosen green!

Sims will no longer get a whim to get married if they are already married.

  • It’s simple folks, “Happy spouse, happy house.”

Along those lines (the texting part)… Children should no longer receive inappropriate text messages from adults.

  • We have fixed various possible ways in which children might receive inappropriate text messages… if you are still seeing this issue, please let us know.

With cheats turned on, you should now be able to modify NPCs in Create a Sim by shift clicking on them and choosing “Modify in CAS”.

  • My town? Hawaiian shirts and bunny slippers!
365 Days with Vampire Tokuten CD: Mukami Azusa (Translation)

Request from Ghostbunnies. You’re always so sweet I hope you like this adorable bit of Azusa fluff ♥ c:

Apologies for any mistakes in advance, I still don’t have much confidence in my audio translations (/)u(\)

(Translation under the cut - Do not use/repost without permission)

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Only You

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:  1019
Requested by Anonymous:  I have a request how about your Castiel little sister and dean falling in love with you and he can see your wings!



          You could feel him watching you more and more often. You knew what he was thinking without reading his mind. He projected so loudly toward you without even realizing what he was doing.

           You had been drawn to him from the beginning. Ever since your brother had introduced you. But you really had no idea what could come of it. Could anything actually come of it? Could this be something real?

           “You should talk to him,” Castiel said, looking at you seriously.

           “What?” you looked at your brother.

           “Talk to Dean,” he said, “You both have feelings for each other. It’s obvious. Just go talk to him.”

           You studied your brother for a second, “Are you serious? You would approve of Dean and I being together?”

           Castiel nodded, “Of course. He’s my best friend. I know he would treat you right. And you would treat him right as well.

           You smiled, “Thank you, Castiel.”

           “Why are you thanking me?” he asked.

           “Just because.” 

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Okay this is really fucked up.

trump congratulated Philippines President on killing people and then told him were two of the U.S nuclear subs are  

Most American presidents wouldn’t heap praise on a foreign leader for spearheading an anti-drug campaign that has killed more than 7,000 people, including children as young as 4. Donald Trump, as we learn again and again, isn’t like most US presidents.

“I just wanted to congratulate you because I am hearing of the unbelievable job on the drug problem,” Trump told Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte in a chummy phone call, according to a transcript obtained by the Washington Post and other media outlets. “Many countries have the problem, we have a problem, but what a great job you are doing and I just wanted to call and tell you that.”

There’s a lot to unpack there. In September, Duterte likened his quest to rid the Philippines of drug addicts to Hitler’s purge of European Jews, saying he’d be “happy to slaughter” millions of drug addicts

That is just disgusting on so many levels.

U.S. President Donald Trump told his Philippine counterpart that Washington has sent two nuclear submarines to waters off the Korean peninsula, the New York Times said, comments likely to raise questions about his handling of sensitive information.

“We have two submarines — the best in the world. We have two nuclear submarines, not that we want to use them at all,” the newspaper quoted Trump as telling Duterte, based on the transcript.

U.S. officials, speaking on condition of anonymity, have said Trump discussed intelligence about Islamic State with Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov and Russian Ambassador Sergei Kislyak at talks in the Oval Office this month, raising questions about Trump’s handling of secrets.

This is just dangerous information to be sharing willy nilly and it puts those on the subs lives at risk for no reason at all.

anonymous asked:

Hi, just want to thank you on behalf of all the fandom that can't speak Japanese, because without your translations and little tips and details, we would not be able to understand the storyline as clearly and explicitly as the Japanese audience do! We are able to enjoy it more deeply thanks to you! Sending you all my love ❤

Waaaaaa, is this for real!? THANK YOU so much for sending me this super lovely message, I’m so flattered and happy~

Originally posted by rubyfruitandmarigolds

Have a great day!♡♡♡

Sending you hugs, kisses, love and sunshine from Europe~ (*´▽`*)ノ

the-chained-rose  asked:

I've seen a few theories about this saphael scene and what I wanted to ask was: as the name of the episode (if I'm right) is Mea Maxima Culpa maybe we will have Simon saying sorry for what he put Raphael through? Don't you think it could be possible? (please, tell me I'm not the only fool to hope for it)

I’m a fool for this ship, like I know It’s not going to happen but my mind is spinning with a thousand ‘what if’ and ‘maybe’

I just want them to be happy, and preferably happy together.

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THANK YOU!!!!!  - also sorry for the rushy draw ;o;

I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL OF YOU BC YOU TAKE A LITTLE OF YOUR TIME TO MAKE ME A PRESENT (Here or others plataforms) or just to leave a message to said me “Happy Birthday” 

Pulchrit @localserialkiller and Delta @deltatim just having a good time (Pulchrit, you must don’t drink… we’re a bad influence)
Jin @jememe Yei!! :D
Mai @happywonderfuldays and Em @emyasmina … brushing the hair of Mai, and Em broke his comb (Don’t know why you can brush your hair D; )
Floran @oreowarrior ; Alex: Now I have a penguin.. and he loves me :D 
Jay @touyuxiao Thank you!!
Sheryl @sakudrew ; Alex: Your hat is so awesome *o* 
Haku @seliaxlexias ; Alex: Thank you for taking care of Xander this day 
Papillion @miki-7heaven super-amazing-friendly hug >w<!!

Again, Thank your people and sorry for the mess >_>

LOT/CC fic: To Make It Possible, Ch. 4 (of 12)

When Sara Lance wakes up in a timeline she doesn’t remember, with a man she can’t let herself care for, she’s desperate to return to the world she knows. But the longer she’s here, the more she wonders…
And wants.

Sorry for the delay! Another story grabbed me for a bit. The plot thickens…

Thanks to @larielromeniel for the beta. And happy belated birthday to @agentmarymargaretskitz!

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.


“Vanished!?” Sara repeats, taking a step forward. “What do you mean?”

“Just what I said.” Lily gives Leonard’s arm an awkward pat and rights herself, taking a deep breath. “We had to park a block away and he turned back because he thought he forgot to lock the car and then… he just wasn’t there anymore.” She wraps a hand around her wrist. “There didn’t seem to be any phenomena, and I’m still wearing this bracelet he gave me, so he wasn’t just erased… but… you remember him, right? Her eyes, looking at Leonard, are pleading. "He wasn’t erased?”

“Yeah. You saw him vanish?” Len’s voice is gentler than Sara would expect, especially given his general state of exasperation with Ray. But apparently these two know each other pretty well… and doesn’t that feel strange? She glances around uncomfortably, the odd one out in this room, then back as Lily collects herself.

“Well. No. It was sort of out of the corner of my eye; I was checking the scanner and kind of turned…” At that moment, she turns her head and takes a fuller look at Sara, blinking and then stopping right in the middle of the sentence to give her an actual once-over. Sara can’t help folding her arms and feeling a little annoyed at the scrutiny coming from a woman she barely knows, but that doesn’t seem to bother Lily.

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anonymous asked:

I need some advice. I'm head-over-heels for a guy, have been for a year. But he has a girlfriend, and they are incredibly happy together. We have been chatting and I'm just falling more and more. It hurts, but I want him in my life. I'm just so distraught. I want him to be happy with her but I also want him for myself. I'm just so torn and angry with myself over this.

In my opinion the best thing to do would be to phase out of his life if you can. Unrequited love is never fun, and staying close to him will just cause you pain. Especially if he is in a happy committed relationship. I’m just proud of you for acknowledging his relationship and not trying to make a move. :) It may be painful but if you love something, sometimes you have to let it go. (It took me a long time to figure that out)