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Baby Blues - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1382 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Postpartum Depression, Mentions of implied rape 

A/N: Ana wanted the reader’s backstory. Ana’s getting some backstory. 

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist

Crying. That’s all you heard coming from JoJo’s crib but you couldn’t bring yourself to touch her. You sat on the bed, staring at her through the crib bars. You’d tried everything and she wouldn’t stop. You were an absolute failure as a parent and now all you could do was sit there, frozen, tears running down your own face. You should’ve known better than to bring a child into this world with your own upbringing.

You were so lost in your own little world, thinking back to your childhood and how shitty it was, and how ill equipped you were to raise a child, you didn’t hear Dean enter your bedroom. “Y/N, she’s screaming, what’s wrong with her?” Dean scooped JoJo up in one arm, bouncing and shushing her, quieting her almost immediately, something you hadn’t been able to do for over 45 minutes while he’d been gone. “Shh. Shh. It’s ok little bug, daddy’s gotchya. That’s my big girl. Go back to sleep.”

“I – she – “ your bottom lip trembled and Dean finally looked at you, immediately putting JoJo back in the crib and rushing to you, taking your face in his strong hands. “I can’t do this, Dean, I can’t. I can’t be a mom. I can’t have a family. I can’t stay here I need to leave.” You pulled yourself away, running to the closet, tripping over yourself and grabbing a duffel, throwing clothes in it haphazardly before you finally collapsed in a heap on the floor. You couldn’t breathe through the sobs, you couldn’t see, everything you’d been feeling since you brought JoJo home finally had come crashing down around you in a matter of weeks.

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anonymous asked:

Types of dates with sweet pea would include... (like does he prefer to just hang out and watch movies or go on a hike or ride orrrr)


  • Hockey skating in the winter 
  • Snowball fights
  • ‘Wanna know whats unfortunate?’ ‘what?’ *pushes you into a snowbank*
  • If the drive in hadn’t closed, you bet your ass it’d be a weekly thing to go see a movie and makeout in the back of the truck he splits with Tallboy for pick ups and drop offs.
  • Sitting in the cab of the truck on a rainy day, splitting a pizza while you watch netflix off your downloaded content 
  • Camping out in the bed of the truck during the summer at sweet water river for july 4th fireworks 
  • Just the two of you in your own little world 
  • Always includes an incredibly endearing compliment 
  • Leave you feeling giddy 
  • He always kisses your cheek 
  • riding his bike halfway to greendale just to sit in the grass in the country away from everyone else 
  • Sideline watching the street races with popcorn and a large pop from the movies 
  • That’s also a thing 
  • Going to the movie theatre just to buy popcorn with extra butter and a large soda to split his favourite thing

anonymous asked:

aaaaa could i get hc for a mortal boy who prays every night to aphrodite (oikawa) so that he can finally be handsome enough to get a date and please his parents and one night oikawa comes down and is just kinda like,,,ur already so handsome wtf i can’t fix what isn’t broken u know

Society was fickle and the humans that made it up even more so. They had their penchant ideals and views of what made one attractive and accepted in their scrutinized view. To them, you were not the epitome of beauty, something even your parents openly expressed. It began to take a toll on your mind until you began to believe it yourself. It was saddening, honestly, how the world had clouded your vision of your own beauty. Your nights soon turned ritualistic, praying to the God of Love and Beauty that he would give his blessings in hopes that you’d possess enough beauty to finally be granted a date. Little did you know that he was listening.

Aphrodite’s temple was perched atop a hill with a winding pathway leading to it. The trek was enjoyable to say the least, plenty of statues, fountains, and diverse plant life made up for the walk. You could recall the path with your eyes closed at this point, you were here every night without fault. The gods held a special place in your heart, so naturally you’d turn to them in your hour of need. 

Your knees took position on the marbled stone of the temple, placing your offering to the god on the pedestal before kneeling, eyes fluttering shut. “Hello, it’s me again.” You sucked in a shaky breath, mulling over your next words before you opened your mouth to speak again. “I know I’ve been coming here often, but there’s no one else to turn to except to your grace. Please, if you’re listening to me, I need your blessing. Just one, I want to be beautiful just like everyone else.” It was silly to ask for such a fiscal thing from an all powerful god, but it was something that only he had the power to do.

There was nothing but silence, yet you weren’t expecting anything more, as you ended the last of your prayers in earnest. There were several tales about how Aphrodite himself blessed those fortunate enough to earn his favour, but the chances of you being one of those few seemed unlikely. Moving towards the entrance, you cast one more longing glance at the god’s statue before leaving the temple.

“For one as gorgeous as you are, you certainly think quite lowly of yourself.” The voice came from in front of you, sweet and silken like honey and velvet, and you found yourself being drawn to it. You glanced around for the source, unable to see anyone until a tall slender figure stepped out from the shadows, shrouded in an unearthly glow. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t believe you were staring into the face of a god.

“Astrals above, don’t tell me you’re–” Your voice failed you, words failing you as the tumbled from your throat in a state of disbelief.

“Aphrodite.” The man smirked, his charming features morphing as his lips curved upwards. He walked closer, sheer white chiffon billowing in the wind. “But you can call me Oikawa. Tell me, darling, why is it hat you’ve been praying to me all this time?”

 You can’t fall for a God, it wouldn’t be right. It won’t work out.

A lump formed in your throat as you fought to answer the divine being standing in front of you. You’d come to find that coherent speech would prove difficult in his presence. “In truth, I’m not the most attractive person, if at all. My parents have told me this and worry that I won’t be able to marry someone because of my appearance.” Never before would you have spoken of this to anyone, but somehow he put your mind at ease.

Oikawa remained silent, his expression morphing into that of confusion as you confessed your innermost thoughts. He was baffled, to say the least, that you of all mortals would feel insecure about your appearance. You were beautiful in your own right and for your own parents to voice out against it would be considered treachery among the gods. Within moments he was inches from your face, a finger lifting your chin to meet his gaze. 

“Whatever those mortals told you, do not believe in their foolish words. You’re already beautiful, therefore I cannot fix what is not broken. Understand?” A sudden burst of warmth flooded your chest at his honest words, cheeks taking on the shade of lovely vermillion. You nodded in response, eyes flicking between his warm gaze before he finally pulled back, seemingly satisfied. 

You watched with widened eyes as Oikawa walked to the entrance of the temple as if to leave, and you wanted to open your mouth to say something, but what? Plead with him to stay? You were undoubtedly sure that there were unspoken rules to Gods dallying with mortals. You had to ask though.

“Will I see you again…?”

He flashed you a sultry smile, eyes narrowing in delight. “If that is what you desire, I don’t see why not. Continue to pray to me and see what fortune falls your way, my love.” You felt your heart stutter in your chest, the prospect of being able to see him again bringing great bouts of happiness.

You just might be falling for a god.

tell me again how oppressed europe is or was i’d love to fucking fight

thefloatingstone  asked:

We only saw it briefly, but the Golden tree of your world makes me think of Yggdrasil. Did the heart of your world form that way on its own or was that a design choice you made yourself? Was the comparison on purpose?

* any resemblance of the heart of my world’s code to yggdrasil is purely coincidental, though possibly a good example of technology evolving along the same lines as appear in the natural world when left to do so without outside interference. more striking, i think, is the fact that the ‘trunk’ resembles the double helix of a strand of dna. the fact that it formed in such a way on it’s own with no input from me is… interesting, to say the least.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I’m fucking crying. Tlj is going to be so angsty with that push and pull relationship reylo is gonna have. Like constantly being drawn to each other but resisting each other for the sake of their side. hating each other but also being fascinated by one another. Both Being pushed by their mentors. Who will win the other over to their side? Or will they end up leaving it all behind and forge their own path together (what I’m hoping). Either way it’s gonna be one hell of a ride

I’m pretty sure it’s the last option myself: forming an alliance all their own separate of the failed mentors. It’s a common part of epic stories to drive home the metaphor of growing up and finding your own way in the world. The mentor is often seen disappearing from the narrative - whether through death or through failure to their mentee. If they are benevolent in their intent, even if their instincts prove wrong initially [such as I think Luke is in this story] they usually come back by the end of the story to assist [like Obi-Wan and Yoda for Luke, or Gandalf for the Fellowship].

Snoke can suck it tho.
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Self Knowledge Quiz - Kitakaze


One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.


You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.


You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

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Tagging: @neekaxiv @erioch @nalukaixiv @viktor-harlenk @sergei-harlenk @nhara-tia @kazuhiro-williams @lauranis

Things will work out when they work out. If they don’t work out the way you intend, don’t fret. It is probably a reminder that something needs change or attention. It’s another experience under your belt. It’s another lesson learned. Even the best fall down sometimes…don’t be so hard on yourself. Please don’t be so hard on yourself.

You can take 5 hours, 5 days, or 5 years; it doesn’t matter. As long as you try your best when reaching your ultimate destination, time will be on your side, regardless of how much of it there is.
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omnivore: actually vegans are the cruel ones because soybeans farming takes resources from poor countries and thats why i eat meat and won’t be vegan

reality: 85% of soy goes to animal feed, even if you ate nothing but soy you’d contribute less to this problem than you do by eating animals

omnivore: *does not change their behavior because they don’t actually care about poor people and were just looking for excuses to not change their behavior*

You do not need to be born a certain way to be able to show strength. You do not need to be a specific person to be able to conquer challenges. You have everything that you need with in you, right at this very moment, regardless of who you are.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

Dear Signs, It’s Okay

Dear Aries,

You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.

Dear Taurus,

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.

Dear Gemini,

You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.

Dear Cancer,

You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.

Dear Leo,

You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.

Dear Virgo,

You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.

Dear Libra,

Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.

Dear Scorpio,

You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.

Dear Sagittarius,

The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.

Dear Capricorn,

The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.

Dear Aquarius,

When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.

Dear Pisces,

The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.

*check sun & moon*

some of the things i've been told since coming out as asexual in 2015

-“you’re too pretty to be asexual”
-“you just haven’t met the right guy yet”
-“you’ll change your mind once you’re in a relationship”
-“if you ever get in a ‘relationship’ your partner will just cheat on you so he can have sex”
-“is there something wrong with you?”
-“it’s just a hormonal thing. doctors can help you fix that”
-“so… you’re gay?”
-“here’s the name of my doctor you should see him about your homone levels”
-“that’s not a real thing”
-“there must be something wrong with you”
-“you’re probably gay but too scared to tell anyone”
-“i can fix that ;)”
-“i called my pastor and he said he’s going to put you on the prayer chain”
-“the bible doesn’t necessarily say that asexuality is wrong, but it’s wrong because it’s an identity thing. you should just identify as a child of God, regardless of whether or not you actually get these feelings”
-“you’re basically just straight”
-“so you’re just gonna be alone forever?”
-“so you’ve never loved anyone?”
-“ohmygosh is this because of your past trauma?!”
-“i’m so sorry, this must be because of all you’ve been through”
-“you don’t look asexual”
-“so you probably masturbate a lot then…”
-“asexuals aren’t part of the lgbtqia community… the A stands for 'ally’. stop pretending like asexuals are descriminated against”
-“isn’t that a plant thing?”

(feel free to add some of your own experiences)

every members in bts deserves to be loved, appreciated, and be showered with praises. no one should never ever got to leave behind in this amazing group that we all have the pleasure of stanning.

“117 countries is far from representing the whole world. “

my dude, there’s 195 countries in the world.

Oh, ew.  It just occurred to me how deep this well of projection and control runs for these people.

Think about the way they bastardize characters to more closely resemble either themselves, or their ideals (male characters are often made hyper-feminine, and physically fit characters given huskier body types).  Mind you, this wouldn’t be a concern if it wasn’t so prevalent, consistently similar across multiple artists, and so eerily deliberate (as well as constantly in complete disregard for maintaining anything signalling the character’s identity).

What these people seem to truly want is someone that they can completely bend to their will.  That’s why cartoon characters are so appealing to them, and why they’re quick to disregard canon if it doesn’t coincide with their little fantasy world.  Shipping disturbs them because they feel that either they’re being shipped (due to projecting themselves onto characters), or that they’re being rejected by those characters.

This is becoming psychologically fascinating and disturbing all at the same time.  I wish I’d been able to continue pursuing forensic psychology…