biggest nightmare


Crippling insecurities and carelessness get the better of us all, even Kings

I’ll Find My Way Back To You//Part Three

Originally posted by thestylinsongifs

SURPRISE! It’s short, I know, but I was in a mood to write and thought I should give you guys a filler of what’s about to come next. If you enjoyed reading it or if whether or not you guys want me to continue this, I would absolutely LOVE to here your thoughts on this one. Let me know HERE. Checkout my Masterlist HERE.

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anonymous asked:

Jindosh in modern Academia for a prompt?

first of all, he’d be such a MEME

Rate Your Professor, student reviews:

>For everyone curious - yes, the thumb-vape is REAL

>Can’t wait for the day when T-800 comes from the future to stop Jindosh from inventing Skynet

>If Nikola Tesla and Walugi had a baby, and this baby was raised in a vapor store

>I never knew how great the capacity for hate was in my heart before I met him. I am a very peaceful person, but I could strangle him with his own ugly neck-tie.


>If you thought Severus Snape treated his students badly, get a load of this guy

>My biggest nightmare is that at the greatest moment of my life Jindosh appears and says “Mediocre”.

>One guy was texting during the class and Jindosh jumped from the lector podium, ran up to him, grabbed his phone and threw it out of the window

>The Genius. The Myth. The Dickbag.

>One time he brought something that looked like a box with a periscope on top of it to the class and turned it to us. It pointed laser lines at the foreheads of everyone in the audience and kept tracking people even if they tried to move. Jindosh calmly looked at his clock and said “Hm, 3,5 seconds for a target lock-on.  Needs improvement.”

>There’s a tradition of buying “I Survived Kirin Jindosh’s Murder Course” t-shirts at the end of the year.

> Daddy Long Legs

>One time I saw him drinking coffee from a fancy porcelain cup, then casually chug down 2 red bulls in less than a minute and get back to sipping coffee like nothing happened

>I got a job at Google after I showed them a page from my lab project where Jindosh wrote “Interesting”.

>When I see movies with mad scientists after taking this class: “Pfff, amateurs!”

>He gave us test papers today. We should have been alarmed that it looked like a normal test instead of his usual fucking puzzles, but we were just happy. “He was too busy building death rays in his basement!” we thought. The fools! We started working on a test and after like 20 minutes noticed that our first answers vanished. The paper was dissolving the ink! Jindosh smiled and said that this test will make up one third of our final grade. And then he sat there, smirking and vaping from his goddamn thumb, and watched us panic and try to find something that won’t disappear on these fucking papers.  

>Good luck with your grades if Jindosh doesn’t find you interesting, and God help you if he does.

>This is the asshole that you’re going to hate and curse more than all of the other teachers combined, but then one day he says “Impressive. There might be some potential in you after all” and it’s the proudest you’ve ever felt.

Shit Kirin Jindosh Says, a collaborative documentary account:

“Since you’ve turned in your first homework at the last week’s class, it’s time to address the grades. Everyone gets an “F”.  I didn’t actually read your homework, of course, because I have infinitely more interesting and important things to do than reading your feeble attempts to grasp the obvious. In fact, I could achieve more advancement of the modern technology in a time that this lecture takes than all of you combined will manage in your entire lives. But if anyone thinks that their work deserves my attention, tell me and I will read it right now, and then share everything I think about your papers and you in particular.”

“I took points from the score of your project, Williams, because it’s ugly. Yes, it’s functional, and yes, there’s even an idea that is not completely banal, but it’s put together sloppily. You didn’t perfect the design until the elegance and simplicity of forms could emerge. If you’re not interested in doing this because you want to save your precious time for drinking and orgies, then I suggest you transfer to Sokolov’s class.”

“Today’s lab work is a group project. You will form pairs and each complete one half of the presented tasks. For the next class each of you will also write a program that can complete the same tasks as your partner did. The final goal is to successfully replace the human counterpart.”

“You make me test and challenge myself every day, Parker. I’m used to my genius mind knowing no boundaries, no limits of imagination, yet in the multitude of all possible universes I struggle to imagine a single one where you said anything worthwhile.”

“I have few comments to make regarding a so-called “Jindosh-bot” that roamed the premises yesterday. The integration of a smoke machine for hand-pipe is moderately clever, and the moustache wind-mill was not devoid of originality.  But the movement dynamics are horribly outdated! What did you use as a prototype, an epileptic cow? This is inexcusable as you have an access to the documentation of the Clockwork’s early builds. Overall, B- for the effort.”

SKJS is proud to present our first Kirin Jindosh dub-step remix. Mind your sensitivities, people!

Attached file: “Scintillating_industry.mp3”


***He is on a harness. Do not take any bird outside without a cage or restraint! Even a clipped one can make a fatal escape.***

Things people have said upon seeing Rowan at the park:

  • “Is it real? It’s not real is it?”
  • “I didn’t know you could have a bird on a leash!”
  • “I’m so jealous. My birds are stupid and all they ever do is bite me.”
  • “What kind of hawk is that?”
  • “Whoa, I’ve never seen a bird on a leash. I thought they were just cage pets.”
  • “He’s so patriotic! All red white and blue!”
  • *upon seeing me take out a tissue to clean up after him* CAN I DO IT?
  • *holding out handful of m&m’s* Does the birdy want a treat?
  • “Aww, poor bird, taken from his home and forced to live in a cage. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
  • Child: “Mommy! Look! A bird! Can I go pet it?”
    Mother: “No. This is my biggest nightmare and we’re leaving right now.”
  • Person 1: “Ooooh, look! A bird!”
    Person 2: “It’s just a parrot though, right?”
    Me: “…Yes?”
    Person 2: *disappointed grunt before they both walk away*
  • *pulling lint-covered dog treat from pocket* Can he have this?
  • Person: “What kind of parrot is that?”
    Me: “He’s a maximilian pionus parrot.”
    Person: “So…is there like… a common name, or..?”
  • *jumps in front of me and worldlessly offers hand for Rowan to step up on without permission*
  • Child: *offers hand*
    Rowan: *refuses*
    Me: “He’s afraid of your gloves.”
    Child: “Oh, don’t worry Rowan! These are my sister’s gloves!” *offers again*
    Me: “…He still doesn’t like them.”
  • Person: “Can I pet your bird?”
    Me: “No, but you can hold him.”
    Person: “Oh, so no handshake but a hug is totally fine.”
  • Person: “A BIRD. I’m terrified of birds but he’s so pretty. Can I get a closer look?”
    Me: *moves closer*
    Person: “He’s so scary but I love him. Does he talk?”
    Me: “On his own terms.”
    Person: “What does he say?”
    Me: “Well, he sings Row, Row, Row Your Boat and–”
    Person: *starts singing*
    Rowan: *joins in*
    Person: *biggest smile ever*
  • Person: “Can it talk?”
    Me: “Only when he wants to.”
    Person: “Make it talk!”
  • Person: “Aw, what’s his name?”
    Me: “Rowan.”
    Person: “Hello, Roland.”
    Me: “No, Rowan.”
    Person: “Oops, sorry Roman.”
    Me: “…close enough.”
My worst nightmare is waking up to you not next to me. That you will fall out of love. That all of the little things I do will start to annoy you. My worst nightmare is being there when you kiss another girl. That everything about us was a lie. My worst nightmare is watching you walk out on what we had.
—  Losing you is my biggest fear
The Let’s-Kick-Rip-Hunters-Ass-for-Sara-Squad

half lover, half demon aka your biggest nightmare - Ra’s al Ghul - Nyssa Raatko 

half villain, half sister aka no mercy - Black Siren - Laurel Lance, Earth 2 

half alien, half hero aka invincible - Supergirl - Kara Danvers/Zor-El

last young renegade asks

Last Young Renegade — First Kiss?
Drugs & Candy — Introvert or Extrovert?
Dirty Laundry — Coffee or Tea?
Good Times — Realism, Optimism, or Pesimism?
Nice2KnoU — Last Text Sent?
Life of the Party — Best Mate?
Nightmares — Biggest Fear?
Dark Side of Your Room — Favourite Colour?
Ground Control — Favourite Song?
Afterglow — Favourite Celebrity?

It’s such a sad moment when you realize you’ve become everything you swore to yourself you would never be..When you look in the mirror, and all you see is that your biggest fears have come true after all, you have become her.
—  Me - (4am thoughts when I Should be sleeping)

1. What if the 17 y/o kid in the ambulance was Bryce but Jessicas dad shot him. At the end of the finale Jess was about to tell her dad that she was raped, and we all know he has alot of guns.

2.This one just don’t make sense but what if all of this is Clays nightmare. We know he had a history with nightmares. He really cares about Hannah and also Jeff so what this is his biggest nightmare. (Hope this is true)

Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3

Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.

Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.

CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

anonymous asked:

27 for Harry Potter asks

27. What is your opinion of Snape and his actions throughout the series?

Severus Snape as a literary character is absolutely fascinating and the fact that the Great Snape Debate has gone on for this many years after the conclusion of the books and movies is a testimony to how well constructed he and his story is. His functions as an anti-hero and instigator are very effectively deployed.

That said… Snape is a bully, a racist and a pathetically entitled man. 

Example 1: The way he treats both Harry and Neville is absolutely unacceptable.

Common counterargument:  Harry looks like James which is a painful reminder for Snape, and Neville “could have been the chosen one and then Lily wouldn’t have died” 

Reply: Snape is a fucking adult and he has responsibilities as an adult and as these children’s teacher and combined with the obvious favouritism of other students he should never have been allowed to remain a teacher. If I noticed one of my colleagues acting like that, I would make it my life’s goal to end their carreer.

Example 2: He chose to be friends with racists already as a teenager, despite the way those people saw his so-called “great love” and supposed best friend. 

Common counterargument: Snape had a troubled childhood and his parents probably taught him to hate muggles.

Reply: Harry Potter grew up with horrible non-magical people who abused him for ten years. He did not become a racist asshole.

Common counterargument: Snape’s choice to join the good fight makes up for the way he acted in school.

Reply: Sure, it could have done that, but he only decided to stand up to Voldemort for selfish reasons, not because he stopped being a racist asshole. He was the one to report the prophecy to Voldemort; it wasn’t as though he gave a shit about whoever was gonna be murdered or suddenly decided to believe that hating muggles and muggle-borns was wrong. He only turned to Dumbledore when he found out Voldemort was going after Lily’s family. Had Lily not been targeted, he would have remained a Death Eater. He believed in Voldemort’s ideals.

Example 3: His obsession with a dead woman who he saw as the exception to the rule when it came to muggle-born witches and wizards is disgusting. Referring back to the previous argument; Snape only ever bairgained with Dumbledore for Lily’s life - he gave zero fucks about her husband and son, which shows a lack of respect for her agency as a person. This kind of dehumanizing attitude towards someone he supposedly loved is disturbing as all hell and often a cause of abuse in real life relationships when the woman who has been put on a pedestal cannot live up to that ideal. We need to stop writing that behaviour as ~*~*romantic*~*~

No counterarguments accepted.

In conclusion: Snape is a brilliant fictional character. He is complex and interesting and a really good instigator. However, people need to stop defending his actions as a person. Please know how to separate the fictional character who you feel strongly about from the actions he performs as a person. He was and always will have been an entitled asshole, and a racist who terrifies children to the point where he has become their biggest fucking nightmare.
A New Chapter (Ch. 3): Saying Goodbye Pt. 2

Characters: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Sam Winchester x Platonic!Reader, Dean Winchester x Mia Walker (OC)

Length: 1631+ words

TW: Unrequited love.

A/N: Chapter 1 of my new Series/Sequel! I hope you guys enjoy. Feedback is encouraged, but not necessary. Let me know if you want to be tagged, or removed from the Tag List!

Catch up on the Hell on Earth Series HERE

“Don’t bother,” he said coldly, making Y/N’s eyes widen. “If you walk out of those doors, don’t bother coming back. You’re not welcomed here anymore.”

“De-Dean, you don’t mean that.”

“Dean, that’s unfair,” Sam added.

“Shut up, Sam. This doesn’t concern you,” Dean bit back.

“Doesn’t concern me? She’s my friend too!”

“You’re not the one that raised her these past two years just for her to leave!”

Y/N’s heart dropped, tears pricked her eyes. Dean had always told her that everything he did for her was because he wanted to- he gave without expecting anything back. There was alway an insecure part of her that thought Sam and Dean only took care of her because they felt guilty, that they didn’t really enjoy being with her, but had to because of her deal. They had always proved her wrong, and made an attempt to make her see that they really do care for her, but this just proved otherwise. Her biggest nightmare was coming true. “I’m sorry, Dean,” she whispered.

“Yea, well, sorry doesn’t cut it. I’ve wasted enough time on you.”

“What the hell, Dean?” Sam shouted. “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Y/N went to her room to start packing. There wasn’t much that she owned, two boxes of stuff with a duffel bag, and a backpack. As she was packing, she heard someone knock on the door.

“Oh, hey, Mia,” she greeted, wiping away the tears.

“Hey, Y/N,” she greeted with a soft smile, sitting on her bed.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“No, no. It’s okay. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” Y/N replied, giving her a small smile. “How are things with you?”

“Great, actually. Dean and I have been really hitting it off.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

Mia sighed. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/N. You’re not happy that we’re together.”

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked out, staring at her shoes.

“Look, Dean told me some things while we were talking, and I think it’s best if you leave as well. I heard of the things he’s done for you, and you seriously don’t expect him to baby you for the rest of your life, do you?” Mia didn’t say these things out of malicious intent. She really did care about Dean, and having heard bits and pieces of the stories he told her about Y/N, she thought that Dean was giving too much of himself to Y/N.

“N-No! Of course, not.”

“You’ve taken a lot out of him, and you know what, I’m kinda glad you’re leaving. He’s told me what a burden you’ve been since you came here, and he doesn’t deserve that.” She may have exaggerated the last bit, but she wanted Y/N to know that she couldn’t just selfishly keep taking from the brothers without giving anything back.

“No, he doesn’t.”

“I hope you don’t ever come back. You don’t deserve Sam and Dean.”

Y/N nodded, agreeing with the huntress in front of her.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye, Mia.” She didn’t watch the huntress leave; she just finished packing the last of her stuff.

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My Ultimate 40 Question Character Sheet

Disclaimer: I made this up by looking over a few different sheets and taking the questions I felt I most needed to answer. I decided to share because it really helped me out. This in no way came from my own brain.

  1. Describe your character in a few words.
  2. What do you know about your character that they don’t know yet?
  3. What are your character’s major flaws?
  4. What would your character give their life for?
  5. What is your character’s greatest asset?
  6. What would completely break your character?
  7. How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?
  8. What is your character afraid of?
  9. Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale?
  10. If your character could choose a different identity, who would they pick?
  11. In what or whom is your character’s greatest faith in?
  12. What was the best thing in your character’s life?
  13. What was the worst thing in your character’s life?
  14. What is your character’s biggest nightmare?
  15. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?
  16. What is your character’s secret wish?
  17. What is your character’s greatest achievement?
  18. What is your character’s deepest regret?
  19. What is your character’s deepest disappointment?
  20. What is your character reluctant to tell people?
  21. What is your character hiding from themselves?
  22. What makes this character angry? What calms them?
  23. List situations in which your character would not have control over themselves.
  24. How strong is your character’s emotions? Controllable? Uncontrollable?
  25. What wakes your character up in the middle of the night?
  26. Describe a recurring dream and/or nightmare.
  27. Describe your character’s family.
  28. Name your character’s favourite person and why.
  29. How many friends does your character have?
  30. How many friends does your character want?
  31. How would a friend or close relative describe your character?
  32. Who depends on your character? Why?
  33. Who does your character most want to please? Why?
  34. How does your character feel about sex?
  35. How does your character feel about romantic relationships?
  36. If your character had to live in utter seclusion, what six items would they bring?
  37. What is your character’s most noticeable trait and most noticeable physical feature?
  38. How does your character feel about work?
  39. Write one headcanon.
  40. Write one additional thing about your character.

To the girl he will choose to love:

It is obvious that you are lucky. I’ve done everything that I can just to be in your place but guess it is not enough to be you. I can tell you right now how much I ache everytime I think that there’s other skin that could touch his soul. It is not my eyes anymore that he finds fascinating. It is not my energy anymore that keeps him going. It is not my presence that makes him think of me spontaneously. It is yours. He submitted himself to you when I knew so well that he was scared to take a risk. It broke me because I am aware that I gave my all to make him feel important and loved— all you did was to exist.

But I realized, instead of hating the fact that you came into his life. I should thank you. You maybe the biggest nightmare to me but you are the most beautiful dream for him. You are his answered prayers. You make him happy and knowing that he is happy, it is more than enough for me to say, my pain is worth it. Thank you for making him believe in love again— I swear, I tried. You are the risk that he would take, and I knew how afraid he was to take risks. He did on you. Thank you for making him smile and for giving him a will to live. Tell him everyday that he will make it. Tell him that he is good. Take a walk with him and talk about random things. Take him to the roof deck and watch the stars— kiss him underneath the constellations forming up just to witness the two of you falling in love.

Tell him, you love him the moment you feel it. Do not wait anymore. Do not chicken out. Do not hide it. Tell him honestly about how you feel— because that’s something I did not do. That’s something I wish I did when I had the chance.

“Nice to see you again“

Request: “Can you do an imagine where Josh’s high school girlfriend gets pregnant before he goes on his first tour and she doesn’t tell him anything cause se didn’t want to ruin his dream of being a drummer? And then they run into each other years later and stuff. That was kinda specific lol (I love your writing so much ❤)“

(A/N): I had some serious difficulties but I was determined to finish this thing, so I hope you like it. Thank you for requesting x

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“Mommy!“ an agonisingly voice cries, as you walk through the door.

“What‘s wrong, buttercup?“ you panic, wrapping your arms around the little 6 year old and pull her close, gently rubbing her back. She tries to speak, but the words coming out of her mouth are barely understandable by the sobbing sound. She sobs into your chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your jacket. You hold her, rocking slowly as the tears soak your chest. After a while she pulls away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, that make tracks down her face and drip from her trembling chin, while clear watery snot streak from her nostrils down to her slightly open quivering lips.

“Do you wanna tell mommy why you‘re crying, Lia?“ you ask softly, voice filled with concern, while wiping away her tears with both of your thumbs.

“L-lucas made f-fun of me b-because I don‘t have a d-dad. I told him I do, b-but he called me a l-liar!“ 

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