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Huntress- Part 17: Power

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E17 so warning: SPOILERS

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Part Eight
Part Nine
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Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen

Dragging yourself down the steps of the bunker you tried your best to ignore your Uncle and Dad’s worried stares. Thankfully, they didn’t have time to question anything. Your head was bearing sharp pains, making you feel ten times worse. But, again, you said nothing.
“How did you get here?” Dad’s defensive statement caused you to glance up form your feet. There was Mick. He had a glass of whiskey and was sat comfortably at the table. Her smiled “Alright lads…you know, this is our building. It’s men of letters.”
“It’s creepy.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes.
“That key of yours opens up the door to every Men Of Letters bunker there is.” 
“What do you want?” 
“It’s urgent, so here me out. A few weeks back our lab picked up some sort of cosmic energy-”
“A nephilum.” Dad nodded, the three of you were well aware.
“You knew?” Mick looked offended, like some sort of trust between you had broken. You didn’t remember making something to be broken in the first place.
“We had her.” Uncle Dean admitted.
“She got away.”
“You let her get away!” Mick was in shock. 
“She wanted to get rid of the baby too. We didn’t think she was just going to up and run like that. Besides, while you lot were off sipping tea they were locked up!” You snapped at him.

Everyone hesitated and fell silent. You glared at him before saying “I’m going to bed. Don’t try to wake me up.” 

You trudged away from them, feeling their confused stares on your back. Making your way to your bedroom, you closed the door and sunk to the floor. Your head was now throbbing.

You clutched it, trying not to hit it against something in some sort of desperate attempt to stop it. Flashes of the one before Claire, the experiment, appeared in your mind. You hissed in pain. This wasn’t normal. This can’t have been-

A surge of agony broke you from the thought, making you curl into a ball, shaking lightly from the never ending pain. Your hands clenched into fists. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair.
Why didn’t she survive it? Why didn’t she survive? 
You were angry and desperately trying to keep yourself calm. Each breath was harder than the last. Your grip tightened around your hands as you pictured her screams and cries for help.
Anger was swarming inside your mind and everything changed to shapes. Reds and oranges took over as the vibrant hues danced in your vision. The rage was reaching it’s peak, a breakdon was rising up rapidly as your felt your hands shake in attempt to free themselves from their own grip. Your heartbeat throbbed loudly in your mind, muffling out any other sounds.

Then you broke.

At first you heard nothing, but a deafening white noise as it pierced your ears. Then a smash.  
Everything fell dark as shards of glass scattered about the floor. Some sliced through your own skin, but you didn’t even flinch. You shouted and cried, burying your head in your hands, bringing your knees to your chest. You coughed- your head now ready to explode.
A harsh cough escaped your throat, sending acid and bile up with it, it seeped through the edges of your mouth, making you choke on the bitter foam.
Then, you felt nothing.

“Anyone seen, Y/N?” Mick asked, walking in on two slightly hung-over and very tired Winchester brothers.
“She told us not to wake her and judging from the way she was I’m keen to obey.” Dean explained, taking a sip of water.
“Alright. I just thought I outta say sorry. She wasn’t wrong, to be fair.” Mick admitted.
“If she’s up she’ll be in her room. Knock and wait.” Dad ordered, making sure an angry teenager wasn’t added to the list of problems.
“Alright, cheers.”

When Mick reached Y/N’s room he knocked on the door and waited for almost a full minute before sighing. “Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, turning the door handle. Only, when he opened the door he saw something he wasn’t expecting. “Y/N?” Mick asked hesitantly, hurrying over to where her unconscious body was. She was on her side, eyes closed, breathing even. If it weren’t for the cuts along her body from the broken light bulb, it would have looked like she was sleeping peacefully. “Sam!” Mick called in a panic.
Running footsteps sounded as Sam sprinted towards Y/N’s room. When he arrived he nearly stepped back at the sight of it.

His daughter was lying in the middle of what looked more like a bomb-site than a bedroom. Shards of glass were plastered across the floor, a few pieces sticking into her bare arms and some on her face, both orbited by specks of dried blood. “Y/N!…Sweetheart?” Sam knelt down next to her, his eyes glistening with tears “Can you hear me?”

Please.” Sam begged. Dean followed after his brother, kneeling next to his niece.
“What happened?” He demanded. No one knew so no one spoke. Sam sat his daughter up against his chest, taking some tissues from the box and wiping away the sick that was around her mouth. Mick began to clear away the area surrounding her body as Dean grabbed the first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a pair of medical tweezers. Dean gently pulled some of the glass from her skin, wiping away any excess blood that oozed out of the wounds.

She groaned a little, trying to grab back hold of consciousness. Dean paused. “Y/N…?” Sam encouraged, squeezing her hand.
“It…it didn’t…” She never finished, her eyes drooping shut. She faded in and out of consciousness as Dean finished clearing her wounds up.

Sam lifted her up gently- bridal styel. He then lay her down on her bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling up a chair next to her. He put his elbows on the mattress, resting his head in his hands. “I don’t understand.” He admitted- lost. “What the hell happened?” Sam looked up to Dean. His older brother. His guide.

“Sammy, I-“ Dean gulped “I don’t know.”

“Some sort of fit…” Mick said “Did she ever tell you about her…power?” He didn’t like to use the word ‘power’.
“Yeah. When we found that other psychic, she used it a little.” Sam nodded, determined to understand what had happened. Mick nodded slowly “She’s dangerous. Or she can be.”
“But she wasn’t using it.” Sam didn’t understand.
“No….but she was angry. Of course.” Mick nodded to himself, suddenly understanding the mood you were in “She was angry.” He repeated.
“Why?” Uncle Dean questioned, folding his arms against his chest.
“The cure. It worked for Claire.”
“Why’s that a bad thing?” Dean pressed.
“Because it didn’t work for Max.”

You awoke to the sounds of muffled voices and a throbbing head. You heaved yourself up from the bed, sitting up straight and taking in your surroundings. This was your room. You had a few bandages on your arms and there were two chairs next to your bed.

You pressed the palm of your hand up to your head as though it would help with the pain.
You were still angry, but maybe because you weren’t fully recovered you wouldn’t lash out aomeone by accident. After a moment of hesitation you made your way towards the voices. Occasionally, you stopped when everything started swaying.
Your throat was dry.

The voices kept growing louder until you turned the corner. You held onto the door frame, your eyes falling on the backs of Dad and Uncle Dean as they discussed Kelly…the one pregnant with the nephilum.
You opened your mouth to say something, anything, like “hey” or “sorry for breaking your lightbulb”, but only a cough came out.

Their heads turner towards you in shock. Dad rose from his chair and smiled: “Y/N”.
He headed straight for you and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you protectively. “God, you scared us.” He said, relaxing as you hugged back.

“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly.
When Dad let go Uncle Dean shot you a smirk before hugging you too. You hugged back, smiling in his embrace. You nearly stumbled when he let go, but managed to balance yourself.

Your eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as you tried to stop the room from turning.

“The hell happened in there?” Dad asked, taking your hand and guiding you a little.
You followed them to the table, too tired to refuse the help. You shrugged.
“Let me guess, you don’t want to talk about it?” Uncle Dean rolled his eyes. You found it hard ot tell if he was being serious or not. “Sometimes I can’t control it. I think I can. But I can’t. Like…everything’s fine,  but suddenly something happens that reminds me of all this shit I’ve been through and it happens.”
No one knew what to say.

“My head hurts. Then I break something. Then I throw up. Then I pass out.” You went through the same stages. “Always the same. “
“Did you smash the lightbulb…with your mind?” Dad asked, leaning forward.
“Yeah. Not on purpose, though. I just. God I don’t know…” You paused to try and think straight “I feel everything rising up and it all snaps. Then something breaks. Or sets on fire. Or falls down.”
“Like I said,” Mick appeared behind you all “She’s dangerous…” He paused, looking at you sympathetically “but, she’s not a bad person.”
“She’s also sitting right here.” You noted.
“Yes…” Mick caught on and added a quiet “sorry.”

“How’re you feeling?” Dad asked. Maybe he was changing the topic for a reason, or maybe he just didn’t have anything else to say. You sure didn’t. “Fine. My head hurts I guess. But it usually goes after a while.”
“I remember when this happened for the first time,” Mick said “Your Mum wasn’t home and I panicked.  You basically made yourself get better.”
“You lived together?” Dad questioned Mick’s word choices, making you look away.
“Well,” Mick stuttered “It was the Chapter House…there were a few different family’s living together.”
“Really?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief “You’re a terrible liar.”
Mick didn’t say anything.

“Y/N.” Dad’s firm voice forced you to look at him “Care to shed some light?”
“It was the Chapter House, there were a few different families living together.” You lied, copying Mick’s exact words. “There’s a huge one just north from Central London. “
Your Dad seemed to calm down a little when the words came from you. “Okay.” He didn’t push, but something told you he wasn’t fully convinced either.

Almost two days later you were leaning up against the table, Uncle Dean at your side. Both of you were waiting in anticipation, this was the fifth time you’d called Cas. Once again it went straight to voice mail. “This is my voice mail,” Cas’ awkward voice filled the air once again “Make your voice a mail.”

“Come on Cas we’ve called you about five times already.” Uncle Dean sighed, out of words to say. You shrugged when he glanced at you, followed by him hanging up. “This is hopeless.”
“Is he usually like this?” You asked, still not sure if it was like Cas to leave for quite some time. He was an Angel, so who were you to say what was normal for him?
“Not so much lately.” He shook his head “But even still he usually says what he’s doing or where he’s going.”

A woman called Eileen was sat in the war room with your Dad. She was deaf and used sign language when she spoke. And my God was Dad in love. You didn’t say anything, but watched as he blushed when she spoke. “He’s like a ten year old with his first crush.” You whispered to your Uncle, making him chuckle “Yeah tell me about it.”.
“She’s badass.” You noted, realising just how intelligent this woman was. Not to mention the fact that she was a Hunter. Your Uncle gave you an unreadable look before giving in “Yeah. She sure is.”

Stood next to Eileen, you both watched in amusement as your Dad pretended to be a Doctor to get more information. When he hung up Eileen gave up a thumbs up, Dad grinned back and joined the mini line you’d made. You were with Mick and Rawlings, who were now part of the whole nephilim predicament. 
“You might wanna take this back with you.” Mick handed over the Cult and Dad took the opportunity to sass him “Gee Mick. I thought we’d gotten past the trust issues.”
You gave Rawlings a glare before getting in the Impala.

Everyone arrived at some sort of abandoned looking carpark. You were waiting for Dean who, hopefully, would be with Kelly and maybe even Cas. “Who’s this?” Dean pointed at Rawlings.
“I’m Rennie…Rawlings. Graduated Kendrick’s-”
“Great. I don’t care.” Uncle Dean ignored his ‘look how amazing i am’ speech and opened up the door for Kelly. She refused any more help and got out of the car, staring at you all with brave fear.

Dad stepped up “Kelly, we all know what difficult situation you’re in and we..we want to help.” He kept a calm voice as not to frighten her anymore.
“You call this help?” She asked, rubbing her stomach where the baby-bump was.
“That kid, “ Uncle Dean began “It’s Lucifer’s.”
“I know!” She snapped “Do you think I wanted this? I love this child.”
“You will mean absolutely nothing to that child when it’s born. It’ll kill us all.” Mick scolded. 
“Not helping.” You hissed at him. 
“This is absurd.” Rawlings reached for his gun.

“Don’t!” You and Uncle Dean warned him, only to be cut short by a menacing sound with a strong wind. You paused…this wasn’t natural.
“She’s here.” Kelly managed, looking ten times more afraid than she had been.
who?’ you thought. 

Everyone reached for their gun and stood apart to cover more ground. You all protectively glanced around to see who, or what, it was. “Hey!” A shout came from behind. You glanced around, seeing a woman…well…demon, with yellow glowing eyes and a determined expression. She threw her hands up, sending everyone except Kelly to the ground. You smashed against one of the broken up cars, your gun trying it’s best to slip from your grip,

She walked forward with a blank expression as everyone fired at her. You stopped, putting your gun down. This was a waste of bullets. She was a Prince Of Hell, she’s not going to die from bullets. She threw her hands up at those still left with guns in their grips, making them drop their weaponry, and continued to advance towards Kelly.

You watched as Eileen reached for the cult, lying just in front of her reach. She grabbed hold, cocking it and holding her finger over the trigger. She aimed for the Demon’s head, squeezing the trigger.

However, as the gunshot sounded you watched in a helpless realisation as the Demon disappeared from view, along with Kelly Kline. The bullet continued further along it’s path than it should have and hit Rawlings in the chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain before he fell to the floor. Blood seeped down his shirt.

You stayed close to your Dad as you watched Mick kneel down next to Rawlings, well aware of the bloody code. “I- I didn’t mean to.” Elileen apologised, moving closer to where Mick was. “I meant to shoot the demon.” 
“It’s okay it was an accident.” Dad reassured her, but Mick was unconvinced.

You opened your mouth, halfway between wanting to warn Eileen and shout at Mick. Mick reached for his gun and held it up in front of Eileen. “Woah woah!” Uncle Dean gasped.

“What are you doing?” Dad demanded.

“Mick put the gun down!” You shouted at him loudly. Everyone else had their hands up in defense except you.
“B-But she shot a Men Of Letters. She has to die!”
“It’s not as simple as that!” Dad protested.
“But it’s the code.” Mick was lost.
“Fuck the code!” You practically screamed at him. You stormed past Eileen and your Dad who grabbed onto your shoulder to stop you. You shrugged him off, marching right in front of the barrel. “Y/N, get out of my way.”
“You know I won’t.” You glared at him, trying your best not to look scared.
“Then I’ll shoot you too!” You could see up close that Mick’s eyes were teary.
“You won’t do that.” You said calmly “You don’t have to answer to that stupid code. You can answer to yourself.”

“Your Mum did that.” He was close to crossing a line you’d clearly drawn “And look where it got her.” Your eyes narrowed as he continued “Max tried. Look where that got her.” 
“You’re not Mum! You’re not Max! And you’re not my family!“ You cried.
Mick’s expression fell at your words. 

Please.” Eileen begged “Please don’t…”

Mick squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Mick…” Dad had stepped forward, putting his hand on your shoulder and dragging you away from the gunpoint. Mick followed with the gun absentmindedly before putting it back in front of Eileen. “I know you have this code that you blindly answer to. But you’re better than that.”

Mick lowered his gun, looking in pain as he did so. He avoided everyone’s gaze. “Just go…” he whispered.
Dad nodded, backing away. Only he stopped when you didn’t move. You didn’t know what to do. Did you mean what you’d said? Half of you wanted to apologise whereas the other wanted to walk away. “Y/N,” Dad put his hands on your shoulders “Come on, kid.” 

The four of you trudged down the stairs. Eileen was in front, her hand went to her face where she no doubt wiped away an escaped tear. You watched sympathetically as she stumbled to a halt. 

“You okay?” Uncle Dean asked her.
She nodded for a few seconds, before changing her mind “No…hee wasn’t a monster…he wasn’t” Dad stood next to her, perhaps about to offer some form of comfort, but she hugged him without needing an offer. He hugged back, his head resting protectively on hers. 

“Morning…?” Dad raised an eyebrow at you. It was at least 2 or 3am by now. You’d been up for quite some time.
“Morning.” You hummed, not glancing up from your fidgeting hands.
“Been up long?” He asked, sitting down on the table next to you. Your feet swung, not quite touching the floor.
“A few minutes.” You shrugged.
“Right.” He nodded, still in his night clothes. You both knew he didn’t believe you, but no one said anything.
“What were you reading?” He asked, nodding towards the open book on the table. 
“I wasn’t actually reading it…” You admitted, not sure how to explain.
“What else do you do with books?” He asked, slipping off the table and folding it over to read the title “This is in Latin. You can read this?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t reading it. I was just..turning the pages.”
“Turning the pages?” He echoed. You nodded, not wanting to say it out loud. Dad noticed your slight awkwardness and took a moment to think through everything you’d said. “Oh…you mean, Turning the pages like…with your mind?” 

You nodded. “Maybe if I use this…whatever this is…for harmless stuff it won’t build up. And I won’t hurt anyone.” 
He offered a sad smile then joined you again, his feet touched the floor. “Maybe.”
“I never told Mum.” You admitted.
“I never told her. As far as she was concerned I was normal.” You explained.
“You are normal.” Dad reassured.
“Max couldn’t do it.” You ignored him.
“Just me.”

“I’m sorry…”
You frowned in thought “Why?” 
“Mick told us what happened to Max.” 
“Oh…” You looked away again.
“I know it must have been hard to watch it work on Claire after.. But, that is a good thing. It’s not fair, but it did save a life.” Dad tried to calm you down, but you’d already lost it over that. 
“They made me watch.” You said blankly.

“When they realised that the cure wasn’t working they made me watch her die.” You took a deep breath. ‘Don’t cry’ you told yourself. 
“That’s horrible, Y/N I’m so sorry.” 
“I think-” You paused, having never said these words out loud before “I think they meant for her to get bitten.”
“What makes you think that?”
“They never liked us. They could just pass it as an excuse for an experiment. Nothing they did for us was ever due to good intentions.” You didn’t know how to say it without sounding way too suspicious of them.

“What did they have against you?”
“I’m not traditional. I’m not obedient. I didn’t go to Kendrick’s. I have a brain-”
You were cut off by him chuckling at the last point “You’ve been through a lot.” He commented.
“Not compared to some.” You shrugged it off.
“Doesn’t make it insignificant.” He countered, smiling at you.

You didn’t move for a while. “You should get some sleep.” He said, placing a gently hand on your shoulder. 
“Yeah.” You agreed absentmindedly. 
“Come on.” He said calmly, guiding you away from the room.

When you reached your bedroom you noticed he hadn’t left your side. “Y/N, hey. Look at me.” 
You glanced up, your eyes tired and teary. He had a sullen look. 

Without saying anything he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. You squeezed your eyes shut in his embrace in a desperate attempt to keep the tears from falling. Dad’s arms held you close in comfortable silence. “I’m proud of you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “So proud.”


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the staff must’ve been really glad that seventeen tv was over like just how many light bulbs did seventeen break from playing soccer and baseball inside the practice room

my sister’s fiance was watching 13/rw on the living room tv for the past couple days and I survived without having to learn anything about it besides an overly dramatic “I’m a delinquent now lets break lightbulbs” “youre going too delinquent it’s over” scene, where’s my reward

The exception to the rule. (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Summary: Whenever Kylo has a fit or whinge about anything that does go his way, Y/N the one who’s there to help him feel better. There’s no doubting you’ve always had hidden feeling for him and it’s only when he claims he doesn’t feel anything like love for anyone that you put those feelings of yours to use.

Warnings: none 

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You walk down the empty hall. The silence weighs down on you like an iron bar. No one dares to go near him. Not when he’s having a temper tantrum like he always does. They usually call you. Y/N. The only one who really knows Kylo Ren, and not just as the First Orders leader; as a person; almost as Ben. You admire him –though you’d never let him know that in a million years. Your job is to keep him grounded and sane but nothing more. Even if you did have feelings for him. If. You reach the door to his quarters and hesitate. Do you knock? Will he hear you? 

Suddenly the door slides open and you step back in shock. There stands a masked Kylo with his lightsaber raised high in his right hand. You instinctively cower back -knowing how his anger can control him at times. He drops his weapon and it switches off. 

“Y/N,” he tries not to stutter or sound weak, through no one is around to hear him do so anyways, “Come in." 

You do as you’re told and take quick steps inside, facing him once the doors closed again. The clicks of his mask have you looking from the ground to him, awaiting the beautiful face behind the mask that Instills fear into the hearts of many. His eyes are wide and serious as he throws his mask on his bed. He keeps his eyes on you, "Thank you for coming.” He thanks politely, almost making up for having a weapon raises at you. As if he’s reading your mind he takes a step closer and begins to talk, “I’m sorry about before I was so –angry and I–" 

"I know,” you cut him off and he looks at you with pity, almost as if you shouldn’t know, “I know how you get.” He looks down with a quiet sigh. He looks so beautiful. And its known that no one don’t usually says that about a man or men in generally but in your mind there was no other way of putting it; Kylo Ren is beautiful. And you love how you were the only one who truly knew it. 

“Stop.” He mutters and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Stop thinking about me like I put the stars in the galaxy.” You feel hurt travel to your heart. You couldn’t help it. That’s how you see him. And you sure as hell couldn’t stop it.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a gif reaction if that's okay? How would they, your significant other, react if they were just be coming back from dance practice to see you, and as you walk over to greet them, you fall over your feet and accidentally fall on top of them? I thought it would be cute, thanks!

This request was really cute! I don’t think my answer did it justice. I recommend you to start your own gif reaction blog because it seems like you have some really greats ideas forming in your mind. :) Tag me if you ever do! 


*Catches your fall with his body* “Are you okay, (Y/N)? I know you’re excited to see me but you didn’t have to tackle me. Haha.” *tries to get up but he’s damaged* “Sorry, darling… but do you think delivery is okay? I don’t feel that great anymore…” *and you end up massaging his feet while eating pizza—at the same time, if you want*

Jin: *secretely thinks* “This is the life.” 


“(Y/N)… You’re crushing me with the weight of your body…” *squirms underneath you and almost dies*


“Oh my gawd! Did you miss me this much, (Y/N)?” *attempts to carry you princess style but fails terrible. “Want to get on my back, baby? I can piggy back you.” 


*catches you flawlessly* “You’re so clumsy… just like me!” *then, ends up breaking a lightbulb in attempt to turning it on* “oops..”


“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).” Jimin catches your eye in attempt to get up. You’re about to stand up when Jimin grabs your wrist and pulls you closer to give you a quick peck on the cheek. In a more serious tone, “I’m missed you too, (Y/N).”


“Uh.. (Y/N)?” The moment V gets up, he rushes to the bathroom. “I’m okay, really! I just need a moment of privacy!”  

Taehyung (To self): “Calm down, Taehyung! Calm down!” 


“Are you okay? It’s a good thing I have these muscular arms to catch your fall, (Y/N). Watch where you’re going next time.” *pretends to trip and fall, teasing you endlessly*

Protective Malec fic

This is 1000% the fault of @thisissirius, who posted this about Magnus reacting to Alec being seriously hurt. And, well. I needed to pop my Shadowhunters fic cherry anyway.

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Sixty hours.

That’s how long Alec had lain in the infirmary since they’d rushed him in after demons ambushed them during patrol. The horde outnumbered the four Shadowhunters at least three to one, with the full weight of their bloodlust falling onto Alec.  Between the physical wounds and the poison corrupting his bloodstream, it was a miracle of Raziel’s own making that allowed Alec to survive long enough to be carried back to the Institute, much less the intensive hours of healing that followed.

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How many Bangtan Boys does it take to fix a light bulb?
  • Namjoon: *breaks it in the first place*
  • Jin: Namjoonie, I swear-
  • Yoongi: i fucking swear you little shit this is the ninth one this damn month you wanna f i g h t
  • Jimin: damn it i needed the light for my selca
  • Jungkook: Jimin no amount of light can fix that
  • Jimin: u lil shit
  • Jimin: u a beautiful lil shit tho
  • Jimin: kiss me kookie
  • Jungkook: *running away screaming*
  • Hoseok: *hears screaming* *decided to join because screaming is fun* *screams*
  • V: i wonder if my alien ancestors had anything to do with this
  • Namjoon: the breaking of the lightbulb symbolizes how fragile life is
  • Yoongi: i fuckin hate this why the ffuck

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I just came across your blog and think it's hilarious! I recently got into BTS and I wanted to ask what are the most cute/interesting/important things I should know about each member?? I am still learning day by day!! I love them all so far obviously <3

HELLO! WELCOME MY NEW ARMY! From this moment on I claim you as my student and I will teach you about these 7 weird ass lovely boys. I’m glad I can help you :) I love talking about bts hahaha


  • real name is Kim Seokjin
  • loves cooking
  • favorite color is pink (nickname pink princess) 
  • he blinks his left eye when he is hungry
  • He LOVES super mario he collects maple stoery action figures, Super Mario action figures, and Nintendo games.
  • At his first performance at M!Countdown his pants fell down all the way to his thighs.
  • Jin and Rap Monster are called the black hole in dance.


  • real Name is Min Yoongi
  • Suga decided to pursue a career in music after hearing Stony Skunk ‘Ragga Muffin’ in 6th grade
  • Suga is Father of BTS because he’s charge of fixing the things that Rap Monster breaks. He change the lightbulbs, fix the toilet, or re-attach doorknobs. (like dad things)
  • Suga is the members that nags or scolds the younger members when they make a mistake. It’s because he is the only member in the group who can speak harshly. Is isn’t afraid to speak up about something. He has an honest and blunt personality. (but he has a really good relationship with all the members he is just looking out for them )
  • he thinks he legs are really nice (lol he isn’t wrong)
  • this boy is lazy AF his nickname is literally Motionless Min
  • Suga loves Basketball.  When he was in school, he won basketball several games. When he was a trainee he played basketball every Sunday. His position was usually point guard or shooting guard. 
  • Suga got his stage name from the CEO (of bighit) because he is pale and his smile is sweet  (suga look liked sugar)
  • Plays the Piano 

Rapmonster (dimple king)

  • Real name is Kim Namjoon
  • SUPER SMART has an IQ of 150 or somewhere around there
  • Taught himself english
  • His role models are Kanye West and A$AP Rocky
  • Rap Monster’s Nicknames are RapMon, Leader Mon (because he is the leader), and God of Destruction.
  • He wrote No More Dreams lyrics because in High school he had no dreams
  • He has composed over a 100+ songs


  • Real name is Jung Hoseok
  • Hates working out
  • He says he is closest to Jungkook 
  • He visits the fan cafe when he has time because he likes to see what the fans are saying
  • Things he wants to steal from other members is Jimin’s chocolate abs, Rap Monster’s rap skill and his good English.
  • J-Hope’s ideal type is a girl who loves him, is good at cooking, and thinks a lot.
  • when he was younger he won the underground dance battle thing and preformed at a festival


  • Real name Park Jimin
  • He view himself as “fat” and is self conscious about his looks and cheeks :(
  • known for his impressive abs
  • He become interested in his singing career after watching a Rain performance.
  • fanboy of Bigbang’s Taeyang
  • He went to a fine arts school and was in the modern dance department 
  • Always says he feels bad for kicking the members in the No More Dream performance.
  • really kinky 
  • If there is music playing he will dance where ever he is 


  • Real name is Kim Taehyung
  • His friends call hm Tae Tae and blank tae (because he always has a blank expression)
  • His habits are: touching anything cute, opening his mouth, and biting his nails.
  • Jimin says V is worse than the makenae
  • used to play the saxophone
  • HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE (his birthday is today!)
  • He wants to marry his first love 
  • When he was younger he got spit on by a monkey at the zoo…
  • Rapmonster: “In my opinion, he’s 10% genius and 90% idiot (laughs).”
  • Suga: “At first, i thought his (unique) behavior was all made up. I mean, how can a man like that exist in the world? I really thought he was acting. I was wrong, though. He exists. He’s a really unusual guy. I’ve never seen someone like him before. (V Who came from the stars). He doesn’t seem normal.”


  • Real name Jeon Jungkook
  • In 7th grade he learned b-boying with some friends in a club
  • He has been to the USA and learned Urban Style, Female Dancing Style, Powerful Dances, and many more from famous choreographers.
  • His ideal type is someone that is smaller than him, has nice legs, nice, and a good cook.
  • He was casted into Bighit in 8th grade and become apart of bangtan and from then the other members (his hyungs)  pretty much raised him and taught him how to be a man (lol cute)
  • His role model is G-Dragon from bigbang

Hope this helped! There is a lot for info on all of them but I didn’t want to turn this post into a bangtan novel lol! 

Sherlock said aloud, in front of Mary, “If I were to kill John Watson I’d poison him” and exposed the “Vatican Cameos” password like… she probably fucking sold that information to the highest bidder like she always does. And now we have a villain coming up in The Lying Detective coded in subtext as a doctor who poisons queer people. I cannot handle this show. I cannot handle the constant stream of glass-breaking and lightbulbs going off in my brain in such a short period of time, it’s like a strobe light flickering behind my eyes. For the last week I’ve felt like Sherlock does deducing The Mayfly Man at the wedding going, “too many, too many, TOO MANY!”, like my brain is a rocket trapped on the launch pad, tearing itself to pieces.

random fluffy  hs au idea where bffs cas and charlie share each other’s first kiss because neither has quite copped to the fact that they’re totally gay, plus their friends all think they should be dating since they spend all their time together anyway.  and they both kind of wrinkle their noses, but they’re like, fuckit, it can’t hurt to try.  so one day hanging out in charlie’s room, they grit their teeth and squeeze their eyes shut and lean in, more just awkwardly holding their mouths together than kissing.  and when they break apart, the  lightbulb goes off over both their heads at the same time, and they’re like, ohhhh, and fall off the bed laughing.  and then proceed to joke for literal years about how they turned each other gay until their friends are like oh my god if you tell this story one more time we’re strangling you both together

(which is why when dean winchester transfers to school, charlie’s the only one’ll happily meddle and matchmaker, hacking into the school’s computers to make sure dean is in as many of cas’ classes as possible while cas just groans and puts his face in his hands)

anonymous asked:


My same sex otp: gee I wonder what it would be—IT’S KYMAN 
My opposite sex otp: Nicole. They are seriously super cute together.
My most hated pairing: …HM. That’s a tough one. Uh, I guess it would be Kyle and Craig. That doesn’t make sense to me.
My same sex unusual otp: (unusual as in I don’t usually ship these two) …K2, Kenny seems like he admires Kyle a lot for his smarts and morality. They don’t really interact that much though.
My opposite sex unusual otp: Wendy I guess. But I feel like that’d be fucked up because he’s Stan’s best friend. Plus he said he doesn’t like Wendy but OH GOD it’s still super cute if they like just start forming a relationship over trying to help with Stan’s problems like in Ass Burgers— Ah but it’s so freakin messed up too it’d just be so fwertjkm
My crossover otp: KyleAbraham Lincoln
My brotp/friendship otp: Style all the way
Character headcanon: 
…Hmmm. I wouldn’t really confirm this as a headcanon because it’s kind of far fetched. But I’ve had a little idea floating around in my head that Kyle is legitimately ‘psychic’. In the Toothfairy Tats episode he starts to question reality and breaks through reality at one point and starts to alter everything around him, even altering an imaginary creature into existence.

In Cartman’s Incredible Gift he gets angry and tells the phony psychics to stop, actually getting angry enough to short circuit the electricity and break the lightbulbs. 

In “A History Channel Thanksgiving“ Kyle gets pissed at the History channel and sarcastically proposes that both Pilgrims and Native Americans were aliens that made an intergalactic treaty over stuffing mines, only to be completely right. 

So what I was going for with this was, if Kyle gets angry enough there’s a chance that he’ll alter something in reality unintentionally. That goes along with the idea that Kyle got sick of being made fun of for not celebrating christmas, so he made Mr. Hankey real so that he could have something to believe in with his friends that doesn’t interfere with beliefs.

But that’s just something I think about, I’m not 100% behind it because it’s kinda broken.

— I don’t really have any headcanons for him otherwise.

A Gif that shows how I feel about the character: 

Oh, perfect.

anonymous asked:

Are you still doing the marriage meme? If so, 00Q, please? <3333

I didn’t forget about you, nonny, I promise! I just had to think of a way that their being married worked for me, because they don’t strike me as a couple who would be…. not with their jobs. But hey! I love the pairing and Spectre’s coming out this Friday in the US, and there’s a scene from a long-abandoned 00Q fic I started that I want to use, so let’s give it a go, yeah? (@ninaitwa, this is also relevant to your interests.)

Who proposed: It starts as a joke. 

Months after the Skyfall debacle, Q’s sipping at a truly ghastly blend of cinnamon bun tea–it was the last box in the kitchen, and beggars can’t be choosers, although they can certainly go with a different tea subscription next time–when Bond growls over the comm that he has no way out, that he’ll need a miracle to get out of the fix he’s in.

With a distracted hum, Q taps a couple of keys, brings up the building’s floor plans on a separate screen, and skims. After a moment, what he’s looking for lights up in red, and he taps another few keys. On the other side of the world, a section of the wall behind Bond slides up, revealing a hidden passage. 

“When I’m canonized, do make sure my epithet is The Tech Whisperer.”

Bond’s familiar, obscene chuckle slides into Q’s ear and curls around his brain like a smug house cat. “Q, marry me.”

“I’d rather have a root canal,” Q says. “Up ahead on your left, there’s going to be a door with a manual lock, combination 29-41-7. Oh, and there are seven warm bodies with unconfirmed firearms on the other side. Have fun.”

“Much obliged, dear,” Bond says, and he opens the door.

Two weeks later, there’s a steaming cup of tea waiting for him when he gets to his desk, and he brings it to his mouth and takes a sip before he realizes his mistake.


Fighting the urge to spit it out, he forces it down as his fingers brush something at the bottom of the mug. A post-it note.

I appear to have lost your gun. And the Aston Martin. Apologies, love, is scrawled on it in blocky, barely-legible handwriting.

He looks at the mug sitting on the desk, innocuous and utterly wretched, and then sends a text message.

I appear to have frozen all of your accounts and put out a warrant for your arrest in 17 countries. Apologies, darling.

It continues like this for months, escalating, each one-upping the other, always capping the latest feat with a term of endearment. Q has never before been so on his game, or so creative. It takes Bond almost three weeks to come up with an answer to Bunny Scuppers, but Bond is nothing if not persistent, and he fires back with a Chickadoodle Doo Doo

Moneypenney finds the whole thing hilarious, M gives Q a look like he can’t believe MI6 actually hired either of them during their weekly meetings, and Tanner wisely stays out of the whole mess. Except for the one time he doesn’t.

Tanner stands behind Q and is watching Bond’s little blue dot on the screen when Bond says cheerfully through the speakers, “Tell me, Moo Moo Flops, what’s waiting for me at the front of the ship?”

“It’s a surprise, Fluff Bumps. But I’d wager the little gift I left in your blazer pocket will help with it.”

“Kitten Pickles, you’re so good to me.”

“The two of you are sickening,” Tanner grumbles into his mug of tea. “Just marry the damn man and be done with it.”

The silence on the comm is so long that Q frowns, taps the speaker on his desk, and tries, “Bond?”

“We’ll discuss this later, dear.” The cacophony of gunfire drowns everything else out.

Back to dear? Did that mean that Bond had finally capitulated? Wait. “Discuss what?” 

How they proposed: Bond drops off the face of the planet for two months, during which he is declared dead and a new Double-Oh is in training to take his place. He is resurrected when he breaks into Q’s apartment and sits at the edge of Q’s bed. Q startles into waking and immediately goes for the gun tucked between the mattress and the headboard, wakes.

“You utter cock,” Q snarls, gun trained, and he has half a mind to put a bullet right between that smug fuck’s eyes. “Where have you been?”

Wordlessly, Bond reaches into his jacket–something right out of an Oxfam bin–for something that he places on Q’s bedside table. Q fumbles for the lamp and sees–

Not exactly Christmas, is it?

“Bond, marry me,” Q breathes, transfixed by the sight of the gun and radio–both in pristine condition–staring up at him from beside his clock. 

“Oh, bae,” Bond says with a completely straight face. “I’d love to.”

Who stressed more over wedding planning: There isn’t going to be a wedding, but there is paperwork. Bond quietly files his with M, who takes one look at the updated emergency contact forms and goes straight for his secret stash of scotch. 

Q had his changed months ago. No sense in futzing around. If he were ever compromised or killed, Bond would know what to do.

Who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: Even though there isn’t a wedding, Moneypenney takes Q out for a night on the town. In between shots of tequila and trying to wheedle Q’s real name out of him, they are ambushed by rogue agents.

By the time Bond gets there, the agents are dead, and Q and Moneypenney have commandeered the karaoke stage for a drunken rendition of Ain’t Nobody

Who freaked out before the wedding: Somehow, everyone forgets to mention to Tanner that James Bond and his Quartermaster have tied the proverbial knot. When he finds out, it’s with a mouthful of tea that soon decorates his invitation to the Queen’s birthday.

He’d been planning to have it framed, the bastards.

Best man/maid of honor: If there were a ceremony, Moneypenney has been assured that she would stand for both of them. M sulks about that for weeks.

Where they got married: Technically, HR. A new recruit named Lisa Rivas acts marries them the moment she signs and notarizes the forms, then files them in their proper folders. 

If/what they wrote in their vows: There are no vows, but if there were, they’d be littered with deplorable pet names. 

Who cried at the wedding: Bond once brings back a brand new, still-in-the-shrink-wrap version of Jin-Roh on Blu-ray from Japan. Q mists up a little when he finds it waiting for him in his top desk drawer. 

Which song they had their first dance to: While fighting the world’s most infamous Krav Maga teachers, Bond starts humming something that suspiciously sounds like Chaka Khan.

“I want a divorce,” Q mutters.

Where they went on their honeymoon: In lieu of a Christmas bonus, M grants both Bond and Q a week of leave. They spend three days in Q’s apartment before they both go back in. 

What they did on their honeymoon: Have spectacular sex (”You could suck the filament out of a lightbulb without breaking the glass, I swear,” Bond gasps at the ceiling while Q sits back, tongues at the corner of his mouth, and smiles smugly) and watch Jin-Roh. Bond is grudgingly impressed by the quality of the animation, but the story drags worse than anything he’s ever sat through–and he’s including his meetings with M in that.

“You’re a fucking philistine, Poopsie,” Q sighs, and turns the volume up.