also me, is tired, and therefore i’m gonna call out my favourite blogs bc i’m sappy af tonight help
@stkr, @sangvoos / @leadeur, @lawbitten / @sniperils / @resonations, @airsft / @placaebic, @ghoulce, @ghoulveined, @thuashdore, @oflegendaries, @omindlessdepravity, @mischievoury, @thneeding, @reversedcross

@erumodoki / @unruhc / @scrrealist, @ruezaki / @ohfeltyou, @mihhael, @justiitio, @servesjustice ( is this all the currently active dn blogs…. + andy’s & miranda’s extras ? )

Code Sans 

Me: “You look so serious.”

Code: “Because I am serious.”

Me: “It is because of the AU might get wrong?”

Code: “Yes..”

(Hmmm…) Silence on the doodle sphere.

Me: “Hey, Code at least smile for once.” *Smile at him*

I am sorry with the convo with Code this came out of my mind XD I dunno what he will respond afterwards now.

Code Sans belongs to @shinydiamondblog.

anonymous asked:

I'll admit, when I first saw the prom pic, my first thought was "well f***", but then as I looked at it again, prom came to mind. She looks like she's clinging desperately to him, and Sam looks like he wants to die. Isn't it interesting that we all had the same reaction? It's things like this that keep me confident in SC, the fact that so many different personalities can see and come to the same conclusion.

True this. I might be delusional. So might you, anon, and one or two others who come to mind. But thousands of women from all walks of life, young and old, rich and poor, educated and street smart, experience-rich? We haven’t all been having a shared delirium these past three years. I know what I see and nothing has changed. Wedding Schmedding. I’m shipping.

Annoyance: Young!Sirius Black x Reader

A/N: I was going through a list of prompts for some inspiration as this thing came to mind. Not a request, you can send those in right now if you’d like though. This is coming out a bit later than my stuff normally would but, I was in a writing mood and I really wanted to get this out. :3

This one’s a ton shorter than my last one with Fred, but I really love how it turned out so, it’s okay. 

 Anyhow, Enjoy! ♥

Word Count: 910

Warnings: Little NSFW, implied sex (Gets pretty heated but it’s not the full blown thing soz, we cool)

“Sirius, just leave me alone!”

“C'mon, love. Just five minutes.” He said, his cocky, crooked smirk pulling at the left side of his face.

“I don’t have ‘just five minutes,’ now leave me alone.” I huffed, focusing my full attention back to the pile of textbooks and papers that lied messily all over the wooden floor. “Go hang out with James, he’s always free.”

Sirius huffed out a sigh and lazily walked over to the old green chair that sat beside me, dramatically throwing himself in it and turning his head in my direction. “Then I’ll just wait here.” He propped up his elbows on the edge of the chair, proceeding to rest his chin on his palms as he watched me.

The room was completely silent, the only sound being the occasional page flip from one of the many textbooks sprawled out in front of me. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have to worry about wasting a whole day away to catch up on work. Why must my boyfriend be such a needy, annoying dog?

“Talking to yourself now, love?” Sirius’ mocking  voice cut off my thoughts as I slowly turned my head behind me to look at him. “You were grumbling to yourself, I wonder sometimes what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.” A smirk forming at the left corner of this mouth after the last statement.

“I-I’m not grumbling to myself,” I said hesitantly. Was I grumbling to myself?

His smirk grew wider as he picked himself up from the chair and walked over beside me. “You were, something about how I annoy you? Or maybe being a needy dog?”

A chill went up my spine when he said that last few words as I turned back to face my work again. “Nope, I didn’t say anything.” My voice squeaked out as he sat behind me, pulling me into his lap.

“Well in that case…” he whispered in my ear, “you wouldn’t mind if I sat here, would you?” I could basically hear the smirk in his voice as his voice dropped a few octaves.

Not getting an answer right away, he proceeded to blow cold air into my ear.

“No, no, no. It’s fine, y-you really don’t need to.” My mouth stuttered a rushed answer as my body tensing up against him.

“No, baby, it’s fine. Since I don’t annoy you, you should be able to continue your work like normal. I’ll do me, you do you.” The sensation went from cold to warm within seconds as he started to gently suck and nibble on my left earlobe. “That sound alright, love?” He whispered, his husky voice muffled in my neck.

“U-uh, y-yeah.” I could barely speak, he was attacking my ear and neck and acting completely normal about it, and somewhere along the line, I agreed to it.

Trying to ignore him, I stretched out my hand out to grab my pencil that had fallen earlier. Even my hands are shaking, why must he do this now? I thought as I firmly gripped the pencil in my right hand, glancing at the textbook to my left. I tried everything I could to focus on the book, but with the attack that was happening in the background, even the words looked foreign to me. Deciding to pull the book closer, I moved my body away from his to reach for the book, only to be forcefully pulled back as Sirius’ lips started to suck down my neck, just above my collar bone.

Squeezing my eyes shut, my body instinctively leaned back into him as I let out a quiet moan. My pencil, once again, falling from my hand.  

Getting the hint, Sirius’ arms tightened around me and pulled me closer to him, allowing him more access. My thoughts screamed to push him away, to make him stop with the ‘distraction’, but my body had a mind of it’s own.

Deciding that I could no longer focus, I reached behind me and tangled my left hand in his silky shoulder length black locks, arching my neck to give him more room. Growling into my neck his teeth suddenly sank into the pale flesh, causing my hand to pull hard on this hair. I could feel his chest shaking lightly from my reaction, clearly pleased.

With one last nibble at my neck, Sirius’ mouth stopped it’s attack with a quiet pop. “Do I still annoy you, babe?” He whispered hotly into my ear, dragging his tongue on the outer edge.

I cleared my throat, not wanting him to hear just how desperate I actually was. “Yes.” I whispered quietly, I could feel the heat growing in my face shortly after I said it.

“Do I…?” He quietly snickered in my ear. “I don’t think I do anymore, but if you really think so…” His right hand caressed my inner thigh, lightly squeezing it, causing my body to still once more in his arms.

“You can still change your answer, though it’s your last chance.” His whispers in my ear becoming impatient as he cupped my sensitive spot between my thighs. “Now…do I still annoy you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, lightly nodding in reply to his question.

“Alright, I guess it’s been decided.” He smirked against my neck before biting down on the flesh once again, his right hand lightly tracing circles on my inner thigh. “Remember, this was your decision, love.”

It’s safe to say that I didn’t get back to studying that night.

Why so serious? Dean x Reader

I know. These two words sent to your phone flipped your whole world upside down in seconds. You did the first thing which came to your mind and shot up to throw some stuff into a bag. You zipped it up, took your keys and walked quietly down the hall so no one would wake up. You were about to pass the map-room when the lights went on and you froze. “You shouldn’t knock down anything in your way when you want to run away. Keep that in mind for next time.” You turned around to see Dean in his sweatpants, no shirt leaning in the doorframe. “I wasn’t…running.”, you tried to sound casual and tightened your grip around the bag. “I just got a call from a friend who needs help. I’ll be back in no time.”, you tried and put a fake smile on your face. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Four hands are better than two. Let me just get dressed.”, he said and you could obviously see that he wasn’t buying it. “No! I mean, no you can’t. It’s not a big deal really. Just go back to bed.”, you said and this time he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eybrows judging you. “Why are you walking out on me?” His hurt voice sent shivers down your spine and you felt guilt rise up in your chest. “I wasn’t..”, you started but his eyes cut you off because Dean was having none of it. “Dean…I don’t wanna lie to you. Please let me go. I’ll be fine.”, you said eventually because you had no time. “If this is what you want…I can’t stop you."His voice was broke and not louder than a whisper, he turned around to go but he stopped and you held your breath. "But I want you to know that I still love you.” You didn’t see if he looked at you while saying this or if tears were running down his cheeks because you were already leaving. It was better to leave them behind instead of getting them killed. *** You’ve been on the run since that night. And that was now 10 months ago. He almost got you two times and your nerves were on edge. Even the most stable person wouldn’t be able to handle this kind of pressure. Maybe you got sloppy because you were tired, maybe you gave up. Because when you woke up in the bunker tied to a chair, blood all over your clothes, you knew something went wrong. The last thing you remember was falling asleep in that crappy motel room. How did you get here? You were looking around expecting the worst but there was nothing. The bunker was silent. Up until now. “Why so serious?”, followed by a maniacal laughter. Something crawled up your spine as you heared his voice behind you. “Miss me?” He was standing right infront of you now, grinning like a psycopath. “What do you want?”, was the only thing you could press out while praying that the brothers wouldn’t come home. “Oh you know what I want. I want back what is mine!”, he yelled at you but you weren’t impressed because you were used to his moods. “Martin. What - do - you - want?” His next move was so sudden that it took your brain a longer time to realize the pain sending through your leg where he had stabbed you with a knife. “YOU!” He yelled into your face twisting the knife in your leg and you couldn’t resist crying out in pain. “I want you and you’re loved one’s…dead.” Your head shot up and you saw this sparkle in his face and you had difficulties swallowing. He was crazy. “Martin, please. Take me. Do whatever you want. But please. Leave these people alone.”, you begged him meanwhile your brain was searching for an exit out of this situation. He stood up, leaving the knife in your thigh. “See. You’ve always been a little bitch.”, he barked and you avoided eye contact, knowing that it would make him even more furious. “Martin…baby, please.”, you pressed out against your will but he started to laugh maniacally. “Martin is gone!”, he suddenly yelled and looked right into your eyes and you knew why he was able to overcome you, a trained hunter. His eyes were pitch black, just like his soul - no pun intended. “You didn’t.” “Oh baby I did. And it was the best thing I ever did.”, he said obviously aroused by that thought. He went back to hus table where he laid down several tools. “You know, after you left me I felt empty. Lonley. Hurt. Mainly angry. And after months of searching for something to get you back I finally found this piece of paper in one of your books you left behind because you ran away from me. How to summon a crossroads demon. I threw it away at first but it was the last thing left of you. Your handwriting. How could I leave it alone. So I did what I was told from your handwriting”, he was organizing something on the table and suddenly he held something which was on fire and he turned around again with a smirk on his face,“and see where it brought me!” He stepped slowley closer and you pulled at the ropes even harder. “Martin please! I’m begging you this isn’t you! We have a anti-serum for this. You can be you again.”, you begged still pulling at the ropes desperatly. “We? You mean you and the horrible boyfirend of yours? Where is he now, huh? Where is he now?!”, he yelled and was dangerously close to your face. You closed your eyes and couldn’t stop whining out of fear. “I’m right here bitch!”, you heared the most familiar voice yell and your heart dropped a beat. Martin jumped around and the hot stick which was on fire minutes ago hit your arm and you could not only feel but hear how your flesh burned. “Get away from her now!”, Dean yelled but you could only hear him from a distamce. You felt super dizzy and were about to pass out. The last thing you heared before you did was Martin saying: “I’m gonna make her watch me kill you!” You didn’t know how many hours passed by but when you woke up the room was totally black and you were lying in a bed covered in blankets. You pushed them away and swinged your feed over the edge of the bed. You still felt a little dizzy but you felt no pain which was a good sign. Castiel must have used his full mojo on you to heal you. You opened the door and stepped out into the hall and looked left and right to orientate. This must be Deans room. You walked towards the living room where football noises were coming from. And as you guessed by the noises you saw Dean sleeping in the couch, with the Tv on and a beer in his hand. You walked over to him and turned the Tv off and took away his beer before it woud fall out of his hand. After that you took a blanket and sat down next to him, snuggling into his chest and covering you both with the blanket. “No matter what Dean…I still love you.”, you answered his phrase from a long time ago. The time you left. His arm around you became a tight hug and you knew he heared you. There was still plenty to talk and fight about but just now you both were enjoying the warmth and love of the other.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

galacticmenagerie  asked:

🌜 🌎 💯

🌜: Favourite song(s)?
ok  random 1st one that came to mind is:    rly like this one atm~

🌎:  Dream holiday location?

I’d love to visit japan someday, but first I’d like to learn the language better. I’m more of a city vacationer but I’d love to see the ocean someday again (but please it can’t be too hot haha)

💯: Best gift you ever received?

That’s hard… I received awesome gifts in the past but I’m not really aiming for getting the priciest stuff… so I’d say a letter I got from my first tumblr bff, I was reading it on the street and tearing up. I am a sappy friend fyi.

Go ahead, be nosy!    

keith, waking up in cold sweat at 2 AM: i love lance with my entire heart, soul and being