because I had a bit of time to kill

Y'allllll I’m pretty sure my mom has a sugar daddy I’m literally over here dying of laughter. She calls him her boyfriend but 🤔🤔🤔 he’s def her sugar daddy. So peep this. He’s married I don’t think he wants a divorce which is okay with my mom. I’ve never met him cause she was scared at what I would think since he is married. He comes over and picks her up for days out, she’s let him know she doesn’t do motels. She just got a new car (which he will be doing payments on), and gave me her old car and since I am a new driver the insurance is mad crazy but he’s gonna be paying for that too (he also payed to fixed my car since the bumper was all fucked up). He gives her money for bills and tickets if she has any and if my dental insurance doesn’t cover the work I need done he’s gonna pay for it($4000).

My mom out here hustling. At some point last year she had 3 men from different cities/countries giving her money (one in Boston, another in paris, and I forgot the other one) all three sent her cards directly connected to their bank accounts and deposited money in there regularly. She actually gave me the card for the one in Boston to use for gas and food and going out. It kills me every time that when the guy in Boston lost his job and therefore couldn’t give her anymore money my mom split so fast😂😂😂😂😂. And just adding a little bit more about this situation because it’s just funny but after she left Boston guy he kept calling her and she wouldn’t pick up as much, she flat out told him he needed to get a job so they could talk and that he had no money now, y'all tell me why this nigga went and BORROWED money to put it in her card so she would talk to him.

I asked her what she would do if her current bf broke up with her and she said “he won’t and if he does I’ll just get another one”

Sims 4 version of Sangwoo’s house

Okay so, first I need to thank the fuck out of @attackontitantea for their post in regards to Sangwoo’s house because it helped me a shit ton in trying to figure out the layout. There’s still a lot of things I need to fix, but I just wanna show off my lack of life. Everything house related was used with what the game comes with. [I have the “get to work” expansion pack so it might include things from there, I didn’t pay attention tbh]

I actually downloaded a mod for the arch way buuut because the mod required a wall built and all walls automatically adjust to the plot’s foundation, it didn’t work. So until I figure that out, I have this. 

All I got for the outside currently. Onto the indoors!!

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof @hobbithorse19 @captainskyline @theoncergames @geeky-girl-394 @were-allstoriesinthe-end084 @brooke-supernatural16 @certainasthesvn @jordyhaley @superlokidwholock @smilesnjh @prongspower @bitchingqueenoferebor @scarletdarkholme @hemmingbaes @bae-kage @areuslow @lovelylpevensie @uknwwhttheysayboutthecrzy1s @moonbeams-and-pie @17gnomes-in-a-trenchcoat

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Klaus Mikaelson x reader
+ Reader is Rebekah’s long time human friend. When things get rough in the Quarter Rebekah moves reader to the compound to be safe. Klaus finds reader interesting and feelings pursue.

You laid on your couch and set your arm across the back of it, brushing the smooth blanket atop it with your thumb. Everything was sore.

“Y/N,” Rebekah said crossing her arms, you peeked one eye open. “I cannot believe you are being so stubborn!” She exclaimed, exasperated. Rebekah had known you a long time and has taken you in as her ‘human’. You had been living in the Quarter for a long time and the witches tried to use you as leverage over Rebekah.

“True. But that’s because this is my home. I can’t just back down because a couple witches tried to use me against you.” You sat up, finally, wincing in pain. The witches had thrown you around quite a bit.

“And besides, how safe could I really be with your vindictive brother Klaus or devious Kol?” You inquired. If they really wanted, they could kill you. Kol could run off and Klaus could just dagger Rebekah if she gets out of line.

“Y/N you know I would never let that happen. Please. For me. Just come stay at the compound? It’ll make it much easier to ensure your safety.” Rebekah gave you her best puppy face and you couldn’t say no to that.

“Fine.” You said with feign annoyance. You stood up and walked to the threshold of your living room. “I’ll go pack now and we can move me in tonight.”

Rebekah smiled wildly. No one can harm you, her best friend. Rebekah loved you so much because she saw herself in you, only human. You were strong, selfless, and looked out for family above all else, and Rebekah is your family.

“Okay, Y/N, right this way.” Klaus heard Rebekah from downstairs entering the compound. He also heard another person accompanying her. He swiftly made his way to stand in front of you and Rebekah with his enhanced speed.

“And who might you be, love?” Klaus said, smiling at you.

“Her name is Y/N, and she will be staying with us for now.” Rebekah stated.

“And why might that be, sister?” He said looking less enthusiastically at his sibling. You knew Klaus didn’t like outsiders and you felt like you were intruding, but you’d rather that than Rebekah nagging you forever more to join her.

“Because, dear brother, I have invited her. Some witches tried to use her against me and I find she would be much safer here.” Rebekah crossed her arms in defiance, daring her brother to try and kick you out.

“Well, by all means then,” he said turning to you with animosity. “Welcome to my home.” He held his hand out for yours and you took his. Instead of a handshake like you expected, he lifted it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm. After he let go, smirked as you blushed and mumbled a shy “thanks.” And walked away down one of the many halls of the compound.

It had been a couple weeks since you initially moved into the compound. Nothing outstandingly bad happened since. Kol and Klaus had been unendingly flirtatious with you, to Rebekah’s dismay. You could see her roll her eyes every time she bore witness to their mischief. Elijah had been very helpful and had been teaching you to defend yourself on order of Rebekah. Hayley was in and out of the compound, always on the move, doing anything to help the wolves.

You, on the other hand, had been basically stuck under non official house arrest unless you were at work. You’re a barista at a cozy café in the quarter. You always smelt of cinnamon, vanilla, and roasted coffee. It had become his favorite scent, he was always happy to spend time with you. You were shy and he liked to tease you with Kol sometimes but you also enjoyed art among and had come to see him as more than a monster to be feared.

You were walking home after work one evening when you felt an arm slip around your neck and a hand cover your mouth. You screamed and tried to open your mouth to bite your attacker but they were too strong, someone supernatural. You knew it wasn’t a Mikaelson because even Kol would not try to trick you like this.

Your muffled screams seemed to do you no good when the attacker sloped your hair from your neck and tilted your neck for a better angle to plunge their teeth into you.

But Klaus heard you, even your muffled screams. He was near by, he was going to ask to take you out to dinner for some time out of the compound and waited along your route home.

But he was not quick enough to come to your aid, the vampire had already started to feed off you. You didn’t see Klaus, you thought it was over when black splotches dotted your vision. Your legs were limp and your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. Pain throbbed from your neck. Then there wasn’t a body, Klaus ripped the vampire off of you. Klaus proceeded to rip their heart out. Before you fell to the ground Klaus caught you, kneeling to the ground holding you in his lap, cradling your head.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered looking down at you. He bite his wrist and fed you his blood to heal you. You were half drained when he saved you.

You looked at Klaus through your lashes, your eyes barely open.

“You are prone to danger.” He whispered. You smiled faintly.

“I live with the Mikaelsons. It’s normal.” You said in a raspy voice. Klaus picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the compound. If only you knew how much Klaus had come to love you and he vowed to not allow any one dare hurt you again. Now you were not only Rebekah’s human, you were the Mikaelsons’ human.

anonymous asked:

can you write a headcanon of how the lords would be if they had a daughter? :D love your writing!

Hello! I wrote only the first 6 lords because school has me a bit busy, but if you want the other 6 feel free to send it in another ask. The rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Toshiie, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Kenshin and Shingen


  • Overprotective as hell.
  • Proud dad™
  • Takes his little girl everywhere.
  • Literally everywhere.
  • Mitsuhide sighs in every war council because there’s the baby
  • It doesn’t matter if he’s talking about killing every single person, he can also play with his daughter
  • Proud dad™ x2
  • If she spends too much time with her mom, pouty Nobu
  • Jealous as hell
  • Gets all grumpy if he can’t be with her because of work
  • Ditches work anyway because his daughter is more important
  • Mitsuhide has to chase them both
  • Only shares his konpeito with her because that’s his girl

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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If you are comfortable telling someone to ‘kill themselves,’ you desperately need to take a step back and take a look at yourself. You’re okay with someone dying by your words. You’re okay with being a murderer.

You’re okay with killing someone.

[Which yes, by the way, if you tell someone to kill themselves, and they do, you can and will be convicted of murder. Look it up.]
If that doesn’t bother you, you need to get the fuck away from me and other people and seek therapy.

Your actions and words have consequences.

Taste your words before you spit them at others.

And to those of you who receive these kinds of messages, because I know I have followers who do, let me let you in on a little secret.

Ignore them. Do it. Completely 100% ignore them. You know how your parents might have told you this when you were younger? It’s true. Psychologically, these people get bored of someone who isn’t feeding them with responses, so the best thing you can do is just delete their messages, and move on. [Also BLOCK THE ANON! This will block their entire IP address so they can’t make new blogs to harass you! This will also show you their blog name if they had a blog!]

Because this does something huge: It takes away their control. Yes, every time you respond to anon hate or KYS [kill yourself] anons, you are handing them a little bit of control over you. Don’t let them have that. They’re just sad people behind a computer. They cannot hurt you unless you let them. I know their words hurt.
I do.
But you can’t let them have that power over you. It’s as easy as deleting them, blocking them, not responding. They will move along, dissatisfied they couldn’t get to you.

Keep on trucking, guys. And please, even if you doubt that’d work… try it. Try it for me. And give it time.

Please feel free to reblog this, and spread it around. It needs to be heard and it needs to be seen.

I think The Flash was the first show I watched that got me hooked on a characters chemistry with another. It would have been Scrubs but I saw scrubs after season 1 of The Flash because I needed something else to watch, but my god do Grant and Candice have such good chemistry. Especially in season 1. They had to interact as both long time friends as well as a reporter and a superhero working to benefit each other, and it’s not stale. You can really see that these two really get along. Even in season 2 to present when Iris started developing feelings for Barry, this also accounts for good writing, but that played it self out really nice. It wasn’t a “force these emotions” type of plot device but more of a “Cards are laid out on the table, choose how you want to order them” type of device. 

I know I’m expressing this shit to tumblr and it’s like telling a snotty 4 year old they can’t have cake because it’s unclear just what kind of response I’d get from this, but I have to say, I didn’t believe in shipping before The Flash. I didn’t ship olicity on Arrow, I still don’t. Not because I don’t like the characters, I love Felicity, I just… don’t. But with The Flash, it’s odd, but it seems more natural. Like these two have known each other for a long time, they grew up together, went to the same school, and Barry has had to keep those feelings toward her inside. The first episode gave me the vibe (pun) that he’s been friendzoned and I feel that. I felt that coming from the dynamic. And I think it was because of the shit Barry had to wait through in season 1 and the stuff Iris had to wake up to in season 2 that made me so interested these two. Probably why I started following westallen stuff on here.

Right as Iris started to have feelings for Barry (the second time), I was rooting for this relationship to work through. Because they all did a great job pulling me into this relationship of theirs. So much that it actually made me scared for a while that Iris was going to die. From shows standpoint, I’m fairly certain they won’t kill her, but that thought of her actually getting killed off makes me a bit uneasy… AND I LOVE THAT. I love it that it kept me emotionally invested enough to give a shit about her dying. If I saw her die, and I wasn’t emotionally invested, I just figured someway they’ll save her and that’s that. But I’m not and I actually feel worried.

Good writing and alright chemistry is what I see on the Walking Dead

Good chemistry and clever writing is why I like Scrubs

Great chemistry and great writing is why I love The Flash.

P.S. This website has some weird and crazy people, but I’m glad to see some level headed people out here giving honest theories and opinions. It gives me a little hope for The Flash fandom.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 

It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”


“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”

Between The Lines

Title: Between The Lines

Summary: When Martin calls the brothers to tell them that a vampire has been killing people in Benny’s town, you tag along with the eldest Winchester to help him find his “blood-junkie” friend. But, even though Dean’s grateful for your help, he does not understand your motives and tells you that much. Which sucks. Because you can’t just admit you’re hopelessly in love with him. Right?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Benny Lafitte (mentioned), Elizabeth (mentioned)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: None really. Maybe some language and season 8 spoilers? Mostly fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @angelschallenge Spring Challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, Angel, I always love your challenges! (and to anyone who wants to do it, you still got times and it’s been really fun, guys). My prompt was “rainbow” (included in bold in the text below). 

This is set during season 8′s episode “Citizen Fang” and takes place right after Dean’s conversation with Elizabeth (Benny’s great-granddaughter).

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The sounds of birds chirping and trees rustling in the wind overwhelmed your senses as you leaned against Dean’s muscle car and wrapped your arms around your middle. It was still a bit chilly outside but as you took in the view in front of you, drinking in every beautiful detail of the magnificent landscape with fervor, you didn’t mind.

You’d always been fond of rainbows, ever since you were a little kid. You loved the way they glistened into the sky, loved the hues of green and orange, indigo and violet that danced together and created a bridge that joined your concrete world with the unknown, the immensity of heaven’s vault.

So, you ignored the cold wind as it caressed your skin and breathed it all in, grateful for a moment of stagnation. God only knew how rare such moments were for hunters.

“There you are. Thought you said you’d wait in the car.” Dean’s voice crawled into your thoughts, gruff but smooth like the Tennessee Whiskey he loved so much.

Titling your head, you smiled and reached for the coffee cup he was holding your way, mumbling a quick thank you as your fingers brushed against his.

“Well, technically, it’s not much of a difference.” You pointed out, nudging him. “Did you find him?”

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To kill a Winchester

Characters: sister!reader, brother!Dean, brother!Sam, Mary

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood

Word count: 2225

Summary: when you, your brothers and their mom are kidnapped by a demon, he says he wants to kill one of the Winchesters, but how will he determine who to choose?

The cold air hit your skin as you awoke. You couldn’t see a damn thing, the demon had thrown a bag over your head the second he knocked you out and dragged you to the old warehouse.

You moaned as he pulled it off, you noticed both of your brothers had been kidnapped too along with Mary. They gave you a quick look to make sure you were ok and you looked back at all of them and checked over them for any injuries. You were sat around in a square, all tied to chairs.

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Malec shippers. They get hardcore flirting, teasing, a wedding showstopping kiss,dates, feelings, relationship drama, the angst of keeping half of the OTP alive out of magic, hand holding and the need to stay alive because eternal life is meaningless without this boy. A silly gift that means I want this, I want to be yours because it’s the first time you’ll be mine and I’m different from all you’ve had so far.

Merthur shippers would kill for magic to bring back that loved one, to be more powerful, to have the skill of centuries and the knowledge to command the darkness that claimed the man who made him wish to live. The prat, the clotpole, my lord, my king, my Arthur, I can’t lose him… Cursed to forever waiting, may someday, one day.

Sterek shippers would kill for a kiss that would hide the best bits behind closed doors and fade to black. Plaid and leather in the bedroom floor as they pin each other against the wall for the right reasons. Something more than a look across the room, a dying stare, the wet memories of holding his sourwolf 2 hours to save his life, watching him grow, live, love… and leave.

Destiel shippers would kill for the showstopping love declaration. Dark angel wings wrapping around a speechless man who’s suffered and shouldered the pain of his family and his own feelings, ready to be dragged from perdition once more and taught how to love without fear.

Hannigram shippers would kill for some uncomplicated feelings, less blood, less pain, more time together. Less making you miss me, making you need me by poisoning your mind so you cannot live without me. Or too broken to live with me.

Stormpilot shippers would kill for more than a few hours of longing stares, a jacket that was mine and now it’s yours along with my heart before you came back to base all broken and silent, hurt saving someone else. 

Malec shippers have canon on their side, books showing all the love and desire and they’re eager, desperate for more. In a world where every second they are together is a miracle we envy so much. May they get more time. All the time. ANY time. 

Pillow talk #5: What if...

“Okay, so we are sleepy…”

“And high.”

“Yeah, and that.” she laughed, her little arms hugging his chest and her face cuddle in the middle. Hyde moved his arm up, his hand caressing Jackie’s hair while she spoke. “So…”


“Can I ask a question? And don’t say that i’m already asking, I’ll tickle you to death!”

He laughed back and nodded.

“Good.” she said, then sighed. “If you could… uh, what would you say to your younger self?”

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About why INFPs aren’t always pure and sometimes downright dangerous

I usually don’t post anything about MBTI on this blog, but there’s something I really need to get off my chest about INFP.

I’m INFP myself, and what I hate the most is that we’re mostly portrayed as kind, daydreaming beings, too good for this world, too pure. No. We aren’t.

Our dominant Fi means we’re lead by our own ethical agenda and our corresponding emotions - in a lot of cases, this makes us understanding, peaceful, and mindful of others because we believe that’s the right thing to do. We are perceived as Good Beings™ because society values compassion.

But remember, it’s because we believe in this agenda, and made it our very core.

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I Want to Be Something

In light of Mark’s “I Feel Lost” video, and some of my own gross, conflicting emotions, I guess I should probably talk about them.

Mark, Jack, and Felix have all been consistent members of my life–even if they don’t know who I am. Their voices and faces have become my constant companions throughout every hard day, through every good day, through every single tear I’ve shed and every laugh I’ve had for the last four years. It’s been a long four years. Almost five now. I’ve changed a lot as a person.

Almost five years ago today, I was anorexic and depressed and I wanted to kill myself. I was at the lowest point I’ve ever been in. When I think back on this time period, it’s a bit harrowing because it hurts, knowing that there’s a scared little girl there who wanted to die more than anything. Sometimes I still do but–but I’m better now. Some days, at least.

These boys–Mark, Jack, and Felix–and I do admit, Ethan’s been a large part of this lately as well. They didn’t save my life. They never saved my life. I never wanted to say that they did–because that simply isn’t true. But they reminded me that I was strong enough to save myself, to stitch myself together long enough to save myself. That I didn’t have to be bleeding fingers and shaky hands, I didn’t have to be sad eyes and a starving stomach. I could…be myself, and that didn’t have to be bad.

I’ve been vastly inspired lately. I want to start a YouTube channel. I want to make a game. I want to create a podcast. I want to be published. All of these things I’m terrified of. Sometimes I’m scared I won’t ever see any of these goals–that I’ll never get to properly thank the people who reminded me that I was a person capable of being strong. But maybe someday I will.

I want to do so many things. I want to be someone. I’ve spent so many years of my life trying to be something–but I want to be someone, too. I want to be happy, and I’m getting there.

I make a lot of jokes about dying. I made a lot of jokes when I was 16 about never making it to 18. Now I’m 19 and I’m…getting there. I’m not there yet, and I’m not sure, with this type of thing, I ever will be, but I’m getting there.

Let’s hope for all my 19 years, I make it at least 19 more.

And guys, if you’re reading this–thank you.


Perks, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a famous actress and gets shipped with Lin by the Internet.

Word-count: 1,385 (oh boy)

Warnings:  A lot of casual cursing whoops. Are we really going to count how many times I said “fuck” in this? 

Note: Here we go. Part one and it is a doozy. All right, tell me what you think, and shout out to @manuelmiranduh because reading her work was kind of instrumental to how I cam about to write for this fandom anyway? So, girl, thanks. 

Part Two

The Internet was truly weird, and even if you’ve spent a good decade-and-a-half (although when put that way, you sounded way older than you actually were) in an industry that put you underneath the microscope of it, it never ceased to astound you how truly odd it could be.

“Nancy,” you called, and said woman looked up from her phone, “what the fuck is an Elsnavi and why is it all over Twitter?”

In all of your partnership you’ve never seen your agent so uncomfortable.


“More importantly, why are they tagging me?”


“And even more importantly, why are there pictures of me kissing someone?

Nancy scratched the back of her neck, refusing to look you in the eye. She toyed with her phone for a moment, before at last cutting a glance to you. You raised your eyebrows expectantly. Nancy pursed her lips, obviously conflicted. Finally she leaned back, letting her head hang from the back of the couch, releasing a long-suffering sigh. Blearily, she turned to fix you with a watery, unamused stare.

“I didn’t think we’d have to have this conversation, like, at all.”

“Well, we’re having it now.” you said, clicking your phone closed and placing your full attention on her.

Nancy sighed once more, sitting up properly, and looked to be squaring herself up before saying, “You know about shipping right?”


“Well, Elsnavi is a ship name. A name of a pairing.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” you asked, confused.

“I was getting to that point,” Nancy said patiently. “The long and short of it is that people are shipping you as Elaine and Lin-Manuel Miranda as Usnavi from In The Heights.”

You sat for a long moment, simply dumbfounded. You clicked your phone back to life and scrolled through the tag once more, finding an additional hashtag in a few posts that was a touch more worrying.

“What the fuck is Y/N/Lin then?”

It seemed that you had reached the point of the conversation that Nancy, if it was possible, dreaded even more. “Yeah, okay, I’m gonna need to—“ She started gently prying your phone away from you. In your confusion, you let it slip through your fingers without protest.


Nancy breathed through her nose, trying as much to steady you as she was steadying herself. “Here’s the thing,” (She paused, and you had to narrow your stare to coax her into continuing,), “so shipping mostly occurs with fictional characters right?” You nodded. “Well, sometimes fans have a tendency to, um, go over.”

“The Internet is shipping me,” (you pointed to yourself,), “not Elaine, or any other role for that matter.” It wasn’t a question. “And they’re shipping me with Lin-Manuel Miranda?”

Nancy nodded, eyes slightly fearful.

“You’d think they’d ship themselves with Lin.” You sputtered, still quite frozen on your couch. “God, do they know I haven’t even met him?”

“Yeah, they do. Has that ever stopped them before?”

“I guess not,”

It was hard not to be offended by it, although you knew very well it was mostly harmless, but goddammit it was your life, the people you chose to be with, and it took away some form of agency, knowing that people were hand-picking men they thought would look nice with you and bypassing your opinion entirely.

“Is there any particular reason they, ah, preferred Lin?” you asked, not helping the trace of spite that made its way into your tone. Nancy noticed, and stiffened.

“Well, the Elaine/Usnavi one is a bit easier to explain and understand,” she said. “Usnavi’s awkward and energetic and Elaine’s a cutthroat bitch with a heart of gold and, as you will learn, the Internet kind of lives for that dynamic, so they put the two together. Cross-over.”

You nodded along at her explanation, and when she didn’t continue to the more pressing matter, you pointedly glared. Nancy, seeing this, sighed and relented. “You and Lin are a bit more confusing,” You scoffed. Confusing was just the fucking tip of the fucking ice berg. “But to keep a long story short, your pairing is pretty much Elsnavi taken up a couple more notches.” Your eyebrows trekked impossibly higher up your hairline. “All right, a lot of notches, but there’s nothing harmless in it. And I think you’d be a bit more used to it considering all the success Killing a King got. Remember when they were convinced you were dating Josh Hutcherson because he showed up backstage?”

Oh yeah, that entire debacle. Killing a King, essentially, gave you the recognition on the Great White Way you had already accomplished in a couple of other areas. It wasn’t your first musical, but it was your first lead role, and people weren’t likely to forget Elaine King quite yet. This whole Elsnavi business was proof of that.

“It’s not that I’m bothered by it,” Nancy, this time, was the one to raise her eyebrows, dubious. “Okay, I am, but God it just feels a bit… I dunno,”


“Yeah, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nancy said soothingly, but with that touch of brusque that made you know that she was over the entire thing entirely, and you should be too. “I already checked over the websites—“

“There are websites?” you gaped.

Honey, this is the Internet we are talking about, of course there are websites. Anyway, I’ve checked all of them over (it wasn’t easy, mind you) and there weren’t any debilitating details.”

“They probably have porn of me somewhere,” you muttered darkly, causing Nancy to shoot you an amused glance.

“Don’t check those links in any case, unless you’re really wanting to ruin your day.”

“I’ll steer clear, thanks.”

With a chuckle, Nancy stood up, reminded you that you had appointments and meetings and whatnot to get to, and lead you to the car.

You managed to forget about the entire Elsnavi, Y/N/Lin thing for about a week. And it wasn’t even your fault.

You were up late, coming back from a screening you were invited to attend, and you were flipping listlessly through the channels, an open bottle of red wine on your coffee table and all the intent to find the nearest episode of Sex in The City and calling it a night, but you landed on a channel with him on it.

And of course, the first thing that came to mind was that stupid photo manipulation of you kissing him.

He looked, well, good, you had to admit. Short hair, the goatee almost gone except for a half-shadow-beard going along his chin. His suit was blue, and goddammit, you couldn’t help but notice that it was a color that very much suited him.

He and Jimmy Fallon were in the middle of laughing about something, Fallon as always overdoing it, and you were going to change the channel. You really were. But they mentioned your name next.

“So what’s the deal with you and Y/N anyway?” Fallon asked Lin, a photo of you flashing behind them. It was you on stage, as Elaine, looking quite cross. Lin laughed, twisting in his seat to get a good look at you.

“I honestly don’t know, man. You tell me, the Internets are always coming up with stuff.” Lin said, settling back into his seat.

“Because you and her are cropping nearly everywhere on social media,” Another photo, this time a manip of Usnavi and Elaine, came up on the screen. Lin twisted again to look.

“Yeah, beats me. What’s funny is that I’ve never even met her.”


“Yeah!” Lin said, laughing. “We haven’t met, although I’d love to. I saw her in Killing a King, she was incredible.”

“Don’t you think all this business would put a damper on the meeting though?”

Lin shrugged jovially, although he did look a tad sheepish. “Here’s to hoping it doesn’t, man. It’d be bomb to meet her in person.”

You changed the channel then, and this time it was a new episode of The Big Bang Theory. You had enough on your mind that you managed to ignore it.

So he wanted to meet you in person? Huh. That’s something.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, eyed the bottle of wine. You grabbed it and took a long gulp.


dendritic-agayte  asked:

Can you tell me what's your interpretation on what sangwoo was feeling when bum said he couldn't feel anything? I couldn't tell if he was turned on or if he was in love or if he was scared, etc.

Scared? Definitely not. I doubt Sangwoo was feeling scared of Bum at that moment. In the previous panels, Sangwoo is obviously very content when Bum is stabbing Ji Eun and screaming why she should be the one to die because of what she’s done to him. I’m going to assume this is because he’s happy that Bum is doing what he has been doing/had once been doing; coping by killing. Once Bum finishes, Sangwoo appears smug because he got what he wanted. Sangwoo tells Bum that there’s no reason to blame himself because he’s always been the victim and he’s always had to suffer and hurt and he had to let all that out at some point. He goes on to defend what Bum has done in an almost comforting way by saying that Bum must have been tired of having to act good/innocent all the time and that he’s really suffered in life. I’m going to throw a (not so) wild card out here and say that this is how Sangwoo might have felt after his first killing (his father + maybe mother). Sangwoo is, I think unconsciously, seeing himself in Bum and is expecting Bum to be how he was. The next few panels are so interesting because this is where Sangwoo’s facial expressions drastically change. After telling Bum he’s suffered so much, his expression, in my opinion, is tender and actually really gentle when he asks Bum how he feels and tells Bum that he can confide in him. Bum tells him that Ji Eun’s blood squirted everywhere or whatever and Sangwoo is still smiling, listening to Bum. It isn’t until Bum starts saying that he killed her and turned her ugly/not pretty that Sangwoo’s facial expression changes. When Sangwoo asks Bum if he regrets it, his face seems a bit agitated/antsy and I think it’s because he’s expecting Bum to say yes/unconsciously feels that Bum will say yes because that’s how he had felt. But, no, Bum says he doesn’t give a fuck and is smiling which, I think, shocks Sangwoo. We’ve seen Sangwoo express this feeling three times. Sangwoo in shock -> rise of Sangwoo Jr. 🍆

anonymous asked:

I get where a lot of people are coming from but tbh i also understand a lot of people that like mutsukis charackter. Like imagine touka would get abused and then turnt into an abuser herself bc of the trauma with no good development at all and get even more hate for it. I dont want to imagine how the fandom would react if touka would die no one would say 'its his manga he can do what he wants'. I dont agree with people hating on ishida but i kinda agree the way he handles mutsuki is a bit messy?

I don’t think it’s messy at all. I have personally read many, many stuff about serial killers, crime cases, I’ve seen tons of documentaries about psycho killers, the most famous criminals of all times, sociopaths, and when I look at what Ishida has done with Mutsuki’s character, I see all of the symptoms of a psychopath, and with good reason? I think many people here don’t really understand Mutsuki’s trauma, it’s not that he’s going through a small depression with a bit of social anxiety and that’s it, it’s way more complex than that, and it can lead a person to commit the most horrible things.

Mutsuki has been raped by his father probably since he was a kid, his mother also probably never interfered, turning a blind eye. He never spoke about it, never had someone to talk about, someone to ask for help, until he had to take care of the issue by himself, and killed them all, including his little brother who probably had nothing to do with that, maybe he was abused too. And then, he LIED about it, and almost forgot about the incident actually believing that ghouls killed his family, and then he decided that he wanted to live as a boy. 

The fact that he started to kill animals when he was feeling unstable and under pressure (his days at the academy were very difficult, and he was being bullied) it’s a huge, HUGE symptom of a psychopath, psychologist can determinate if a kid is dangerous and has probabilities to become a future killer if they start murdering animals at a very young age. Killers kill because it helps them to release their anger and frustration, if we count all the times that Mutsuki has killed something… he was under a lot of emotional pressure. 

1. When he lived with his abusive family.

2. When he was being bullied at the Academy and he killed the cat.

3. When he saw Haise and Touka interacting (he went to the forest and killed some animals, or maybe humans, who knows)

4. He killed the investigator to eat him because he was hurt and unable to regenerate.

5. He killed Torso in the most horrible way because he was being tortured and abused, and he didn’t just stab him once so he could die once and for all, he mutilated, this isn’t a normal “self-defense” kind of murder, this is the kind of murder only a sadistic psychopath can commit, playing with the body and enjoying the slaughter. Criminal investigators can detect the type of killer they’re facing just by the way they kill their victims, there are patterns that are being repeated constantly (in this case, Mutsuki taking their tongues). 

and now he stabbed Uta to death because of the accumulations of all these previous traumas. Almost every single character in Tokyo Ghoul that went through a very serious abuse or just dealt with many many shit, they managed to move on somehow. Despite how bad Kaneki’s life has been, he always finds the way to get his shit together and move on and face his fears. Takizawa seems to be doing fine right now. Juuzou also had signs of being some kind of psychopath but he got the help he needed through Shinohara and he’s totally okay right now. If you think about it, if you compare that to real life… it’s unrealistic. People don’t overcome their traumas just like that, just because they have someone special in their lives that tells them that everything is going to be okay. Mutsuki is probably one of the first characters in Tokyo Ghoul that has never been able to forget his traumas. Mutsuki is the living example of someone who can’t let go of their past, of someone who hasn’t healed their wounds. Because people like that exist in real life, people can live all of their lives with a trauma and not be able to overcome it. 

Many also mention how it is possible that Mutsuki was sexually abused and now he’s using his sexuality to control/hurt Uta. Well, here’s the thing: not every person who has been sexually abused is terrified of sex. It happens, of course, but it’s not always the case. Many people who practice BDSM admit that they have been sexually abused in the past, and because rape is all about domination, they develop a sexual attraction towards this kind of sexual practices. Pedophiles also admit that they were sexually abused as children. What happens in your childhood determinates absolutely EVERYTHING about your future. Mutsuki is the most realistic character in Tokyo Ghoul, because many people in real life had the life he had, or worse, you guys should read a bit more about these topics, because they exist. I don’t see Mutsuki’s characterization as a rushed one or something Ishida made up out of the blue, everything Mutsuki is doing right now it’s expected from a person who suffered what he suffered. Psychologists believe that if a kid who kills animals in a sadistic way, if they’re not stopped in time, if they don’t receive the mental help they need, they have a high chance to level up someday and stop killing animals to killing humans. Mutsuki never received the help he needed, and that’s why all of this is happening right now. This is all about psychology, and how the human mind works. I have studied psychology in high school, we had a subject about it for over a year, and we talked about these topics a lot. This is very complex and not a joke at all. There are many movies about famous serial killers, and no one seems to complain. This is the same thing, but in a manga.