This is the first and, I hope,
only, declaration I will have to make about the Pluto
Administration. First, let me present myself. I am Mademoiselle
Théa T. N.-P., and I speak in the name of all my collegues of the
PA, as the Chief-Administraor of the base. I am the one that will
decide of the future of this project, and every action and decision
must and will pass on my desk.
I did not expect this blog to be known
of so fast, and I principally blame it on Marie-Thérèse G, Roger
and Philippe O. my assistant and two underscretaries, that may have
been a little too motivated in their desire to promote what was
supposed to be a discrete action. Mesures will be taken to
avoid a smilar situation in the future.
The PA is an undergoing action founded
by the ONU, directed by myself and the French governement, and
supported by our long-time allied nations. Even if I cannot fully
explain what we are doing now, and why we are doing it, I can assure
you our goal is important and worthy of your respect, and could,
forever, tip the odds in favor of humankind.
I hope you will not mind the fact i
used my very personal blog, full of memes and poor-taste jokes to
transmit this message, but, seeing where we currently are based now,
and who is listening to us,
communication possibilities are sparse and we must take what few
opportunities we have.
I ask you to stay calm and composed.
Our actions, our decisions, what we make here is important and will
have important consequences on everyone futures. Please, think about
your actions and the way you speak about us. Think about where you
speak about us. The importance of our initiative is making us being
closely monitored. Too many leaks could cancel a project that took,
to be created, years of sacrifices, and had to pass tests and
hardships you litterally cannot imagine.
I ask of you to be responsible, and to
think about what you really want for your future. Is where we are
headed now really what you want ? Or do you yearn for something
I hope you will seriously think about
Théa T. N.-P., Chief-Administrator of
the Pluto Administration.
“Jensen and Misha met at a party when they were both 18. They were a natural fit and very soon realized that what they had went far beyond friendship. But one day Misha takes off with no explanation, and Jensen doesn’t get any more information from Misha’s father, other than Misha has left.
Ten years later, they meet again. Misha tries to obtain classified information from a closed military base, where Jensen now serves. After detaining and questioning his former love, Jensen releases him. But soon after, Jensen learns of an incident in the news, leading him to believe Misha was a spy and killed in an explosion.
Will fate give them a second chance?“
Sam: As soon as you found out, you began plotting how you were going to tell him. Of course he noticed the slightly different things you did, resulting in him pestering you to see what’s wrong. After you told him the news he began prepping for the baby immediately. Regardless of the fact you two had nine months to get everything ready. Guess excitement overtakes people’s senses.
Dean: The minute-no the second you told Dean, he began to treat you as though you were going to explode. Taking junk food from you because “it could hurt the baby”. Not letting you lift anything. Barley even a book or glass of water. Once you started to show more and more he refused to hug you…or even sleep in the same bed with you once you further progressed because “what if I roll over onto you?”, even though he never had before. Luckily for you, once the baby was born he directed all that paranoid attention to the munchkin.
Castiel: It’s no surprise that he found out before you did. He was in a state of complete shock and awe from the second he heard a second heartbeat lingering inside of you. At first you thought it was cool or adorable how he could check in on you. That was until he was doing it every other hour to make sure nothing was wrong. It only got worse when the little being inside of you grew to be bigger. Any movement you made, or small noise at the feeling of a kick in your ribs, Cas had to give you the full examination. Sooner or later he realized that everything was going to be fine and he could stop worrying so much. That didn’t happen until a week before your due date.
Crowley: From the moment you told The Boy King about your little gift, he had a certain change in him. Whether he saw this as father redemption or was just filled with happiness, you couldn’t tell. The most overprotective he got during your pregnancy was not letting you leave Hell without him. Which was understandable, so you didn’t really put up a fight. Carrying the King of Hell’s child had its perks. Like food whenever you wanted it, and whatever you wanted. Anything you asked for, demons would scramble about trying to get it as quickly as possible. It was really something funny, watching them trip over their fear of not being fast enough. Of course your new little munchkins first outfit had “The prince/princess of Hell” labeled on it. That one you didn’t really have a say on.
Lucifer: It all started when he sat straight up in bed and just looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Just when you thought your life couldn’t change anymore, it did. On so many levels. Honestly it was really weird knowing that all of Heaven and Hell knew you were with child before you even had a clue. The fact that you had Angels hell bent on killing you, but mainly the baby, didn’t really help with the whole pregnancy stress level chart. As if it wasn’t stressful enough having a human growing inside of you. But Luce was by your side 24/7. Always keeping the Angels or anything that meant to harm you far away. Somewhere between all the baby assassins and pregnancy hormones, the two of you still had time to have a somewhat normal upcoming. Anytime a kick or a movement was going to happen he knew. And he’d be right there to witness it.
Gabriel: Never had you thought that Gabe and his trickster tendencies would be something you would appreciate. That was until it came handy to have to help hide you from those who meant to cause your unborn child harm. Most of your pregnancy wasn’t spent fighting some war against those who intended to harm you. It was spent fighting another war over what the babies name would be. First idea Gabriel had was “Little Ass Kicker” because for some god awful reason that made sense. Obviously you weren’t about to call any child of yours that, but he was persistent. “What about Lak?” He would ask while you were just about to drift off to sleep. “Lak? The hell kind of name is-…it stands for Little Ass Kicker doesn’t it?” There was no way around it. He’d go to pretty lengthy extents trying to get you to say yes just once so it’d be official. Like rubbing your back for an hour. Or getting you a shit ton of the food you were craving. Long story short…you gave birth to a Little Ass Kicker…
Here we are, week 27! There are so many wonderful fics and writers out there that deserve some love, and this is what that is for. Go check them out, leave a like or reblog, but show ‘em some appreciation. They’ve earned it.
If you have any fics of your own or know of one you want to share, please tag me in them! I’ll love to read them. You’ll know that I’ve read it or gotten your tag if I like it. (:
PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut.
A/N: This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3
While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work. Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it. You had only known Castiel for a few weeks. You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you. He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.
“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole. Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave. “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”
“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed. “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.” Castiel did a double take towards the grave. The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.
Use the same sim for both sides. Try to do the same type of hairstyles
and make up styles on both sides, if u know what I mean. Please refrain
from using clayified hair, as it’s a mixture of both alpha and mm. Try
to make everything different, not just hair. Things like skin overlay,
make up, eyebrows, and eyes. Clothing doesn’t really need to be changed,
unless you’re doing a full body thing.
Tag it #alphavsmm
I tag all of my followers to do this if you want to! :)
Pairing: Cas x Reader Words: 941 Requested by @llamas16:
Idk how your requests work but I would like to request a Cas x reader
fic where the reader is very socially awkward and so is Cas so dean and sam try
to hook them up and it ends in either smut or fluff or both? You don’t have to
but I would love it if you did :)
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send an ask.
been hunting for a while before you met Sam and Dean. When you met them, you
made a great impression. You had just
taken out a poltergeist. You were pumped full of adrenaline. But as soon as
they started talking to you, you froze and couldn’t figure out to speak
asked your name and you had spaced for a good thirty seconds before you
actually said Y/N.
asked how long you had been hunting and you said “Long time. Since kid,” you
inwardly chastised yourself for not being able to people.
sure, after that first encounter, that you wouldn’t see the Winchester’s again.
But fate would have it that you would end up hunting with them.
think we have someone you should meet,” Dean said, smirking a little when the
three of you walked out of the house after taking care of the witch.
“Dean . .
.” Sam had looked over at him, seeming to sense what his brother was getting
at. You weren’t sure if Sam approved or not.
they’d be perfect for each other,” Dean said.
“Don’t force it.”
right here,” you said, feeling like you were an invisible onlooker in this
I was tagged by @vanillasimsfan to do the ‘alpha vs mm’ tag. I don’t know if I really did a great job here… Plz remind me next time not to use alpha stuff ever again cuz I suck at this ughhh. :^|
Rules: Use the same sim for both sides. Try to do the same type of hairstyles and make up styles on both sides, if u know what I mean. Please refrain from using clayified hair, as it’s a mixture of both alpha and mm. Try to make everything different, not just hair. Things like skin overlay, make up, eyebrows, and eyes. Clothing doesn’t really need to be changed, unless you’re doing a full body thing.