can i be ellen in real life

Since the anon hate disease seems to still be infecting writers’ ask boxes, I’ve decided to spread the love to some of my favorites. Just a little thank you for taking time to share your writing with those of us that actually care and are aware that y’all are human. I’m letting you know that y’all are loved and appreciated. Keep on doing you no matter what. Please and thank you.

Much love to those of you who have to step away for a while because real life shit is happening & you can’t do the writing thing right now. We’ll be here waiting for your triumphant return!

This is just a small list of writers that I follow/reblog as often as I can. Sorry if I missed anyone! (This is in alphabetical order cause that’s how I am. Lol.)

@atc74  @avasmommy224  @babypieandwhiskey  @bringmesomepie56   @chaos-and-the-calm67  @chelsea072498  @cleverdame  @dancingalone21  @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog  @ellen-reincarnated1967 @frenchybell @hellobitchpudding @helvonasche @idreamofhazel @ilostmyshoe-79 @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @impala-dreamer @impalaimagining @inmysparetime0 @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps @jalove-wecallhimdean @jessica-bones-winchester @jpadjackles @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @kas-not-cas @kittenofdoomage @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @lipstickandwhiskey @mamaredd123 @megansescape @mrswhozeewhatsis @nichelle-my-belle @notnaturalanahi @redlipstickandplaid @riversong-sam @saxxxology @sis-tafics @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @torn-and-frayed @whispersandwhiskerburn

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Support "The Real O'Neals."

This is the first prime time COMEDY I can think of in which the main character is a gay teenager.

I’m stressing the word “comedy” because most media combinations of “gay” and “teens” are depressing dramas about coming out. This, however, is not a sob story. It taps into the emotion of coming out and the want for familial acceptance through humor.

It’s definitely not the first comedy with a gay lead; we had “Will and Grace” and “Ellen.” Unlike those characters, however, the lead of “O'Neals” is not a fully grown adult, but a teenager in high school. Furthermore, unlike “Glee,” the gay character isn’t just a supporting role or a subplot, but the protagonist and the narrator.

I wish this show was around when I was coming out as a teenager. It would’ve given me someone to look up to, to identify with. Think of all the gay teenagers this show can inspire.

Better yet, the actor who plays the lead is gay in real life and–thankfully–not just some heterosexual actor in a homosexual role.

Is it a perfect show? No, it’s still trying to find its specific humor, but that’s normal for a new show.

Also, it’s an interesting form of ethnic and religious representation. They’re not the traditional WASP family featured in most sitcoms. The show is very much about their American Irish-Catholic culture and traditions, and how real world scenarios challenge their cultural and religious ideals, thus providing the show with an interesting and unique spin to work off of.

Honestly, give it a chance and support it. For a show primarily about a gay character to be on Disney owned ABC at prime time: that’s a big deal and definitely a triumph in its own respect.

Going Through

Characters: Y/N (reader), Misha Collins, Legend Collins (omc), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles.

Pairing: Misha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Part time long distance marriage, Politics, Disaster Election, Misha’s big heart (yes that is a warning!)   

Wordcount: 1400ish

A/N: I was having a Misha crisis and I had no ideas what I should write for him so I put out a call. @ellen-reincarnated1967 send me a few songs. One of them were O.A.R - I Go Through which inspired this fic for me so thank you so much Andi.

I didn’t stay completely true to the lyrics but I use it to set the tone of the fic and some of the lyrics are incorporated into it as well if you pay close attention.

Thanks to the my amazing sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

Sometimes you wondered if your husband knew just how much you admired him. You had felt his love for you on your first date. You had never doubted that love since, nor had yours for him ever wavered. He was your world and he found new ways every day to show you, you were his. You did however doubt if he saw all the things you saw in him. All the things that not only made you love him, they made you admire him and be proud you were his wife.

It wasn’t just one thing that impressed you. It was all that he was and how he thought your son do threat others the way he would want them to treat him. Misha was the most caring and loving man you had ever met. He truly wanted to make the world a better place. None of the things he preached were just lines to him. He cared for everyone around them no matter what their circumstances were. His compassion for others shone through in everything he did. He cared deeply for every person around him, no matter if it was someone he knew or not. He cared so much that when the election, you had feared for month came and went and your candidate didn’t win it almost broke him.

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Denouncing November Blue

Denouncing November Blue (3715 words) by Cherrypie62666
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Will Solace/Nico di Angelo
Characters: Will Solace, Nico di Angelo, Lou Ellen, Leo Valdez, more to come? - Character
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Real World, Real Word AU, Sort of Music AU, solangelo, Roller Coaster Emotions, prepare for angst, ALL THE ANGST, Angst and Feels, Angst and Humor, this will probably hurt, I’m Not Going To Lie, It Will End Your Soul, but read it anyway, Because You Love Me, Long ass fic, I Don’t Intend This To Be Happy, Happy Ending, if you can call it that, read it, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Falling In Love, Whirlwind Romance, Inner Struggle, Real Life, Life Happens, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts
Series: Part 10 of Random unfitting one shots and stories
Summary:

The tantalizing scent of cooking meat and deep fried foods drifted through the air as he walked along the crowded plaza, making his way to the beverage stand for an ice cold bottled water. Somewhere amidst the dense sea of sticky bodies his friend Lou Ellen was patiently waiting for his return, sucking the sweet syrup off a drippy snow cone, listening to the high trill and low whirr of the live band playing some cover of a song that sounded like it was a lot more popular in the nineteen seventies than it was in the year two thousand eight.

It was hot, and he was sweaty, but that didn’t stop the feeling of excitement pulsing through his body, tapping his foot in time to the beat of the music absentmindedly, waiting for the woman in front of him to figure out just how many margaritas it was she wanted. After a long, slow wait, he slapped the five down upon the small counter, smiling brightly at the cranky looking man stuck behind the glass.

“Just one bottle of water, please,” he hummed, drumming fingers against his outer thigh. The music dipped and screeched in jazzy rhythms, making his cells vibrate with the sudden need to dance.

It was the summer of his eighteenth year, and Will Solace was grateful to be alive.

Tag Game!~

Tagged by: @shooshoo96  (thank you for tagging me love ! ♡)

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Jessica

Nicknames: Jessie, Jess, Jessicalia, Maso-Kitty (Diabolik Lovers anyone?)

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio and proud !

Height: 5′9″ or 175 cm

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: White

Favorite fruit: Watermelon ! 

Favorite Season: Fall or Winter 

Favorite Book: Crank by Ellen Hopkins

Favorite Flower : Roses (blue roses, if they were a real thing lmao) and orchids

Favorite Scent: Winter cedar from bath and body works, or just musky scents in general (//ω//)

Favorite Color: Blue, black, purple and red

Favorite Animal: Fox ! 

Hot Chocolate, Tea, or Coffee: COFFEE 

Average Sleep Hours: 5 - 12 hours

Favorite Fictional Character: Tanizaki the love of my life

Cat or Dog Person? Yes. (I can’t choose !)

Ideal number of blankets you sleep with: typically 2 or 1 if it’s really thick and cozy   (* ^ ω ^)

Ideal Trip: To Las Vegas for EDC/ Ultra Music Festival in Miami or Japan 

Blog Created: July 2013  (o_O) 

I tag : @wandering-soul-broken-pieces , @umbrella-kun , @koscatko

i’m in love with so many famous people i’ve never met yet i can barely tolerate pretty much everyone i know in real life

So Unfair

“Never do that again, Henry!” Dean had sat your 10 year old son down after dragging him home from school. You’d received a call that he’d set the bathroom on fire which was very much unlike Henry.

“Dad, I did what I was supposed to do!” He protested. “I did everything right!”

“What exactly did you do?” You questioned. Dean glared over at you and motioned for you to follow him. “Henry, stay there. Let me talk to your father.” You followed Dean to the next room, curious to know what exactly your son had gotten himself into that had made Dean so upset.

“So yeah, Henry set the bathroom on fire.” Dean explained. “But he told me why in the car. He saw a ghost. The bones were in the bathroom wall so he went, on his own, and pulled the wall apart and salted and burned the damn bones, Y/N! The ghost attacked our son!”

“Ok…” You turned and walked back into the room where Henry sat, an angry look on his face.

“You agree with me, right mom?” He questioned, green eyes staring up at you with hope. It was then you noticed the dark bruises starting to form over the side of his face. “Dad’s just overreacting like normal?”

“No, Henry. He’s not.” You shook your head. “You could’ve been hurt a lot worse or killed. He’s not overreacting at all. This isn’t just some story. This is real life.”

“But I took care of it!”

“And next time you call one of us.” Dean growled. “I don’t care who you call. You call me, you call your mother or Sam or Cas. You can call Bobby, Rufus, Garth, Donna, Jody, Charlie, Grandma, Bobby, Eileen, Crowley, Kevin, Ellen, Jo, Chuck, Amara, the Pope, the President, I don’t care. You don’t take care of it yourself.”

“Like half those people are dead.” Henry muttered.

“I don’t care!” Dean snapped back.

“The point is…” You interjected, “you need to call someone and make sure you’re safe. Got it?”

“Got it.” Henry nodded and looked away from both of you.

“Alright. Now go to your room. No TV or video games. Just homework then I’m gonna have you help Sam reorganize the whole library.”

“But - “

“Go!” Dean and you yelled at the same time. “I’ll bring you some ice for those bruises in a few minutes.”  

“It’s so unfair.” Henry muttered, cursing you both as he stomped to his room, slamming the door.

“We’re gonna have our hands full with that one.” Dean sighed and flopped down on the couch and pulling you into his lap. “I’m so glad our sweet, little Mary hasn’t started rebelling yet.”

“Yeah…” You stared off into space and chewed your bottom lip.

“What are you thinking?”

“Whether or not now’s a bad time to tell you that I think I’m pregnant again.”

GIF Submitted by: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

33 Unwanted Questions Lesbians Get Asked, Like All The F*cking Time

1. How do you… you know… do it?

2. Are you sure you’re a lesbian?

3. Which one of you is “the boy”?

4. What is scissoring?

5. Is it weird to have friends who are girls? Are you ever attracted to your friends who are girls? How do they feel about it?

6. But… you’re so pretty! You wear dresses. I don’t get it?!

7. How do you know you’re actually a lesbian? Like, are you sure?

8. But… you… but you… dated guys?

9. Do you fear what God will think?

10. My [insert friend, distant family member, or neighbour] is a lesbian, do you know her?

11. Is it because you hate men?

12. It must be so cool to have two closets and more makeup and shit?

13. Being with another women must be so much easier?

14. You’re attractive for a lesbian, aren’t you?

15. Don’t you miss real sex?

16. Do you hate straight people then?

17. I’ve always wanted to be a lesbian but I just don’t think I can give up sex with men, you know?

18. Did you choose to be a lesbian?

19. If you like girls who look like men…why don’t you date men?

20. Do you guys just use toys?

21. So can I watch???

22. Is that you sister? Cos you really look sisters? 

23. I bet you really like Ellen?

24. Are you sure this lesbian thing isn’t just a phase?

25. Is your life really like the L Word?

26. Have you always been a lesbian?

27. I’ve never been to a gay wedding, can I come to yours?

28. Why do all lesbian dress like boys?

29. Oh so that’s why we didn’t work out?

30. I always wanted to be a lesbian, but…

31. Are you sure you don’t want to be with a man again?

32. Will you use a sperm donor or use someone you know to get pregnant?

33. You’re a lesbian? What a waste !

but no but real talk i really hope when ronda retires, she is able to just chill back and enjoy the rest of her life. hearing on ellen how she contemplated suicide over losing her undefeated streak was Wild™ and i can only imagine how her mental state is after a well hyped comeback generating millions of dollars only to be demolished within 48 seconds. She single-handedly put women on a platform to be able to main event big shows and she should be proud off that historic accomplishment alone. 

33 Unwanted Questions Lesbians Get Asked, Like All The F*cking Time

1. How do you… you know… do it?

2. Are you sure you’re a lesbian?

3. Which one of you is “the boy”?

4. What is scissoring?

5. Is it weird to have friends who are girls? Are you ever attracted to your friends who are girls? How do they feel about it?

6. But… you’re so pretty! You wear dresses. I don’t get it?!

7. How do you know you’re actually a lesbian? Like, are you sure?

8. But… you… but you… dated guys?

9. Do you fear what God will think?

10. My [insert friend, distant family member, or neighbour] is a lesbian, do you know her?

11. Is it because you hate men?

12. It must be so cool to have two closets and more makeup and shit?

13. Being with another women must be so much easier?

14. You’re attractive for a lesbian, aren’t you?

15. Don’t you miss real sex?

16. Do you hate straight people then?

17. I’ve always wanted to be a lesbian but I just don’t think I can give up sex with men, you know?

18. Did you choose to be a lesbian?

19. If you like girls who look like men…why don’t you date men?

20. Do you guys just use toys?

21. So can I watch???

22. Is that you sister? Cos you really look sisters?

23. I bet you really like Ellen?

24. Are you sure this lesbian thing isn’t just a phase?

25. Is your life really like the L Word?

26. Have you always been a lesbian?

27. I’ve never been to a gay wedding, can I come to yours?

28. Why do all lesbian dress like boys?

29. Oh so that’s why we didn’t work out?

30. I always wanted to be a lesbian, but…

31. Are you sure you don’t want to be with a man again?

32. Will you use a sperm donor or use someone you know to get pregnant?

33. You’re a lesbian? What a waste !

thegirlwhoknowsmagic  asked:

Solangelo Mortal AU where Nico works at his stepmother's flower shop and Will comes in intending to buy his mother flowers for Valentines day, but ends up buying two bouquets because hot damn that that black haired beauty behind the cash register is DEVINE!!

•This was absolutely fucking unfair
•All that Will wanted were some flowers
•Just some nice daisies man
•WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR
•Apparently it was
•Bc the moment Will walked into Persephone’s Flower Garden and saw that adorable cashier working behind the counter he knew he was done for
•Now he sometimes comes in to awkwardly browse and stalk appreciate the beauty of that cashier
•Nico is like hella pissed man
•Some hot blonde customer came in a few weeks ago looking for stuff for his mom and Nico got hooked
•Now for some reason the guy keeps coming back and this is so unfair to Nico like did he ask for this
•Will tries to talk his dilemma over with Lou Ellen and Cecil which may not have been the best idea
•"Buy him a bouquet and ask him out or something"
•"Isn’t that what Miranda did with you Lou Ellen"
•"WELL IT WORKED DIDN’T IT"
•Anyways
•Lou Ellen Miranda and Cecil come into the store (Apparently Miranda’s half-sister owns it what a coincidence)
•Nico sees the girls and gets disappointed bc damn hot blonde dude prolly has a gf
•Then Lou Ellen practically shoves her tongue down Miranda’s throat
•Suddenly Nico isn’t so disappointed anymore
•Then the blonde dude walks up to him
•He has some red roses in his hands and his friends are behind him looking VERY mischievous
• Nico thinks they’re *Snape voice* up to something
•Blonde guy slides the roses to him
•For some reason his face is red
•Nico thinks his is too and he’s hoping nobody notices
•The guy’s friends are whispering
•"Damn he’s cute no wonder Will was flustered"
•"I’d date him and I’m aromantic"
•"Cecil you say that about everyone"
•"Sir this purchase is twenty dollars"
•The blonde guy’s face is even redder and basically if VeggieTales ever decides to go into real-action this guy could play Bob the Tomato
•"Oh uh"
•He fumbles with his wallet and Nico is trying not to stare the whole time
•Finally he pays and Nico tries to give him the bouquet
•The blonde guy fREAKS OUT like “OH NO I DON’T WANT TO TAKE THESE UM I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS FUCK”
•Nico is so lost
•"Sir you need to take ur purchase"
•Will is fLIPPING OUT
•WHAT THE HELL DOES HE DO HOW DOES HE EXPLAIN HIMSELF THIS TIME
•Finally he just blurts it out
•"THEY ARE FOR U"
•Dead silence
•Nico is pretty sure he needs to get his hearing checked bc no way in hell would a guy this cute buy him flowers
•"Can u repeat that pls"
•Will buries his face in his hands oh god what has he done
•"I bought the flowers for u bc ur actually super cute"
•NICO IS TURNING INTO A FUCKING FIRE ENGINE AT THIS POINT
•"Wait what"
•Lou Ellen sighs
•"Ok Will just ask him out already it’s been weeks"
•"FINE"
•"Wa it he wants to date me?“
•"Sorta?”
•Nico doesn’t even think about it he just blurts out “What time?”
•Will reels back bc THE CUTE CASHIER WANTS TO DATE HIM
•IS THIS THE REAL LIFE
•OR IS THIS JUST FANTASY
•CAUGHT IN A LANDSLIDE
•NO ESCAPE FROM REALITY
•Cecil wolf-whistles
•"Friday, at 6, movies?“
•"Uh yeah that works”
•"I’m Will btw"
•"Nico"
•BOOM END SCENE KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE
•HEAVENLY GUITAR MUSIC WITH ROSE PETALS FALLING IN THE BACKGROUND
2

WARNING: SEASON 10 SPOILERS!!!

You were sitting at the table, gripping your coffee nervously. Dean had been out at the bar for hours, and he was either too drunk to function, hooking up with some one-night stand, or some demons (or other evil sons of bitches) had nabbed him. In every case, the idea made your stomach churn and fear or jealousy gripping at your chest. You knew none of those women loved him, none of those women deserved to touch him, not that you did either, but at least you were there for him even with a relationship or sex off the table.

You heard the garage rumbling, you were going to kill him, he was drunk and driving. You poured out your coffee and marched to the garage to yell at him, you were so angry, you were waiting up for him to come home, and he didn’t even take a fucking taxi, all because he was afraid his precious baby would be left at the bar for a night. But as you stalked into the garage, with the Impala in sight, you froze. Something wasn’t right, Dean was still in the car, with the engine turned off, with his face in his hands, his body was heaving as if he were hyperventilating. You slowly walked to the car, Dean was on the edge, it was clear that he was more wasted than usual, you slowly opened the passenger door, he jumped a little, startled by the creak of the door. But once he saw it was you, he rubbed his eyes, straightened up, tried to steady his breathing and looked out the opposite window.   

“H-hey Y/N. Why aren’t you in bed?” He stuttered and slurred his words. You took a deep breath.

“I was waiting up for you, worried. I was about to come looking for you.” You responded, it sounded ridiculous and motherly, something you didn’t want to sound like with him, but it couldn’t be helped, you decided to ream him out for drunk driving tomorrow when he was sober, you figured with a hangover the piercing sound of your voice would get the message across better.

“I’m sorry…” He said sadly. Like a five-year old in a grown man’s body apologizing for being bad.

“What’s wrong Dean?” You asked, he was acting completely strange, and you knew he wasn’t heaving because he couldn’t hold his liquor.

“I was just wondering if I hurt more people than I save Y/N… And I realize that I’m a plague, wherever I go people die, or get hurt… If I had just left Sammy alone, he would be married to his girlfriend and in law school… My Dad traded his life to save mine, Jo, Ellen, Charlie, Adam, Bobby, and Kevin would all still be alive if they hadn’t met me, I can hardly remember the names of the people I’ve saved, but the faces of everyone who died are still burned into my brain.” He explained, gripping the wheel tightly and leaning forward, as if he was having heart or stomach pain. Your heart was aching for him… You knew how much all these things hurt him, but him saying it outloud made it more real. You were used to the Dean Winchester who bottled up all his pain, who muttered “I’m fine” when people who loved him were concerned. He was only expressing these things because he was ridiculously drunk, you could smell the liquor as soon as you sat down next to him. You saw the tears running down his face, you put your hand on his back and began rubbing in slow circles.

“Dean… You saved me remember?” You said softly, Dean looked sideways at you, not even trying to hide his face at this point.

“I do… And now that I look back on it, it’s my proudest moment, because I haven’t fucked up your life yet. And you’re on of the closest people in the world to me. But I’m scared of hurting you every day… Sam wound up dying six times!”  Dean burst out, slamming his hands against the wheel. He was obviously not in the right mind. You had to get him to bed. You got out of your side of the car and opened his, gently leading him out of the car and garage. With a great struggle you managed to lead Dean to his room, he was wobbly, couldn’t stand up straight, and seeing as how he weighed more than two hundred pounds while you didn’t even break one-fifty, he was not easy to keep on his feet. When he sat on his bed you sighed with relief. You bent down, and began unlacing his shoes. At one point he laughed wildly, then he whined saying he wanted pie, but then sadly he went back to the self-loathing. After you were done with his shoes, you took off his jacket and flannel so that he was just wearing a black v-neck, and after checking the hem of his underwear you concluded that he was wearing boxers and it was okay for you to take his jeans off without him feeling awkward in the morning. You got him to lie down and placed the sheets and blankets over him, at this point he was being oddly quiet, just staring at you blankly while you made him comfortable and put his shoes and clothes away. When you were done, you came and sat on the side of the bed and rubbed up and down his arm, you cupped his face and kissed him lightly on the forehead. God you felt like his mother, and while you didn’t mind caring for him, you didn’t want him to think of you like that. Dean stared at you, his eyes confused.

“Why do you care about me Y/N?” He asked, purely curious. You weren’t expecting the question, but several reasons immediately came to mind. It wasn’t hard to know why you adored him. You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly.

“Because you’re a good man, you make mistakes, don’t we all, but all you want to do is help people. You’re funny, and charming, and incredibly handsome… And I don’t just care about you Dean, I adore you.” You admitted, if he took it the way you actually meant it, you could deny it because of how drunk he was. Dean stared at you, he smiled sadly.

“Thanks Y/N… I’m sorry I made you wait up… I just can’t be around you sometimes so I need to go to the bar.” he said, it sounded like he had a mouthful of marbles. The comment took you back, you felt a little pain in your chest. But then he elaborated.

“You drive me crazy… I know I can’t have you, so I just go to the bar and pick out the girl who most looks like you…” He muttered. You wanted him to continue so you stayed silent.

“Don’t be mad Y/N… I tried not to fall in love with you. I think even Sam wants to be with you sometimes… I don’t want to ruin you like I ruined Jo and Lisa… “ He mumbled. You knew about Jo and Lisa from Sam but you never heard Dean talk about them. He was retardedly drunk.

“It’s okay Dean… I promise you I’m tougher than Jo and Lisa, but you won’t remember this in the morning, so just go to bed. I love you too, that’s why I need you to sober up, so you can realize that you make people’s lives better, not worse.” You dared to give Dean a small peck on the lips. You turned off the light and went to bed.

______________________________________________________________


The next morning was a blur. You made Dean breakfast and was going to bring it to him in bed, but he had already woken up, and showered. He had a slight migraine, but he had taken some advil and eaten raw eggs to make the hangover go away. In the kitchen after you gave Dean his breakfast at the table, he was oddly quiet. Even Sam asked him what was wrong, Dean just waved him away. He kept staring at you all morning, silently watching your every action. At one point you smacked Dean upside the head and told him that if he ever drove drunk again, you would slash holes in his tires. He mumbled an apology. You were doing the dishes when Sam left to the library, Dean brought his to the sink and began drying and putting the ones you had washed in the cupboards. Continuing to silently observe you. You felt his eyes burning a hole into the back of your head so finally you cleared your throat.

“What’s up Dean? Got something on your mind?” You questioned not turning to look at him. Dean cleared his throat too.

“I uhh- umm what did I say to you last night?” He asked, you froze. You didn’t want to bring up his self- loathing episode. You didn’t want to embarrass him.

“I don’t remember anything you don’t want me too, okay Dean?” You explained carefully. Dean stayed silent.

“Y/N…. Did you tell me you loved me?” He asked, you could hear the hope in his voice but fear still gripped your chest. There was no point in denying it, he knew you would be lying, he always knew when you were lying.

“Yes. I did.” You answered shortly. Dean hesitated.

“Did I say I loved you?” He asked.  

“Yes.” You answered shortly, but your voice cracked, your hands were shaking. Dean muttered “oh”. The two of you stayed in an awful anticipation filled silence. After a few minutes Dean mumbled something quietly.

“What?” You asked, turning around, Dean looked like he had just been caught stealing. He looked at the floor, but then suddenly he squared up, looking you in the eye with determination.

“I said that I meant it.” He said, trying to sound confident, but the blush apparent on his cheeks and he was fidgeting with the dish towel. You felt a warm sensation in your tummy. Your heart began to race and your hands shook less.

“You did?” You asked slowly, Dean fearfully nodded his head very slowly. You smiled.

“I did too.” You responded quietly, almost like a secret. Dean grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling, his freckles dancing around his features as they moved. He took your breath away. Suddenly he was upon you, wrapping his arm around your waist and cupping your face with his hand. His lips crashing into yours, you felt the desire of years in that kiss, he tasted just as you had imagined every night as you lay awake thinking of it, he was gentle but firm, everything warm, his mouth tasted like toothpaste and a hint of whiskey from last night. You had to stand on your tippy-toes while he bent down to reach each other’s lips. As he pressed his body and mouth closer into you, you moaned softly, he caressed your neck and cheek, and when his lips found the corner of your mouth he began planting small kisses messily on your mouth, cheeks, nose and all over the rest of your face, you began giggling, and he began pinching and tickling your sides, the giggle turned into a fit of laughter, until finally, to catch your breath you pushed him away ever so slightly, with his arms still wrapped around your waist, the two of you looked at each other and smiled.

“I love you.” He whispered gruffly. You pecked him on the lips.

“I love you too.”

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This is a pretty negative post, and under normal circumstances I’d put this under a “Read More”, but I’m actually really mad about this, and I want some of y’all to hear me out on this.

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You know what I really hate about being asexual?

It’s the fact that there is no representation for us out there. Like, there’s plenty of gay people in the media (Neil Patrick Harris, Jim Parsons, Anderson Cooper), and there’s a fair share of lesbians (Ellen DeGeneres, Wanda Sykes, Rosie O’Donnell), an even a good handful of bisexuals (Freddy Mercury, Margaret Cho, Alan Cumming). And, of course, there’s a few transsexual stars out there (Caitlyn Jenner, Laverne Cox, Chaz Bono), but that’s more of a gender thing than a sexuality thing, so oh well.

You know how many asexual celebrities I can think of off the top of my head?

None. Not a single one.

Like, I don’t know, maybe the lead singer from The Smiths is ace, but it doesn’t matter because that guy’s a dick. Other than that, I can’t think of a single person who might even be ace.

And here’s something to rub salt in the wound - I looked it up, and the Wikipedia category of “Asexual People” currently has eight people. Eight. For reference, there’s about twelve times that amount of gay people whose last name start with “A” listed, and that’s not even counting lesbian or bisexual people.

And I’ll be honest, that’s not to say there are no cool asexual people - apparently, Edward Gorey (author of The Gashlycrumb Tinies) and T. E. Lawrence (the real-life Lawrence of Arabia) were both ace, but they’re dead now, so oh fucking well, I guess. The only two living asexual men listed on Wikipedia right now are some obscure Russian author and an asexual-rights advocate.

I don’t know. It just really pisses me off that I don’t have anyone to look up to for this. LGB youths can look up to, say, Ellen, and be like, “You know, things may be shitty for me, but this woman was in the same boat I am now, and now she’s a billionaire, so maybe things’ll turn out alright”. And us asexuals don’t have anyone like that. We don’t have anyone there to pat our shoulders and tell us not to feel like freaks. We don’t anyone promising us it’ll get better. We don’t have hotlines to call up about our specific problems. And that just really makes me upset.

Tyler Hoechlin is a Perfect Person ( or: my day at ECCC)

So today was the first day of Emerald City Comic Con and an eventful day for myself and my friend Raisa ( castielsleftbuttock). We toured the show floors, but things really began at Hayley Atwell’s panel. Upon learning she is the biggest theatre nerd ever and so many other wonderful traits, our love for her went through the roof. We would leave to get our pictures taken and talk to her more later, but I’ll digress and leave that to her to talk about (it was more her part of the day I suppose).
As we left her photo op, Raisa went to collect the picture while I SPRINTED around the area to get in line for Tyler Hoechlin’s photos (becoming one of the last in line and having almost missing it). I had tried to meet him earlier at his first signing, but he was unfortunately running late and I had to move on before he came. So I met him first at the photo op. And he was just perfect? Like people always say he’s great but HE’S LITERALLY SO PERFECT HOW IS IT POSSIBLE. He’s so nice and considerate, and he gave me literally the best hug I have ever had (it was warm and strong and ugh my heart can’t take this I’ll have to go through life knowing what real hugs are and how no one else can come close). He let us do our posing (which didn’t turn out as we’d hoped but oh well) and talked to us a little and I can’t get over how nice he was guys okay.
Anyway, flash forward and we’re sitting near the front of his panel next to a lovely girl cosplaying the Winter Soldier named Ellen. We talked a bit before Tyler came out. I won’t bore you with recaps as they are everywhere, but you could see he cared when he talked and wanted to answer and it was so nice (also I could listen to him talk about anything for hours his voice and face are great). Ellen asked the Greek mythology question, which was rad.
Flash forward once again and suddenly it’s his signing again. I just got some cryptic and unfun news from the hospital but I tried to regain my chill before we went up to him. This is all a bit of a happy crazy blur because I got to talk to him for a little while (not many people were in line) and ask him about acting and stuff. But he remembered us and answered our questions and chatted. I gave him a letter basically thanking him for existing and being awesome so that was stressful. But I made him laugh and he did his scrunched up face smile at me and I can’t even begin he’s so perfect and happy and great I love him so all in all it was the best freaking day ever. Tyler is literally the greatest person I have ever met and I’m so glad he exists and I can’t wait to see him again.

hour by hour (we passed the time) 1/10

category: Once Upon a Time

ships: captain swan (mainly), outlaw queen, snowing, captain charming.

genre: romance/comedy

rating: T

summary: (AU) “TiMER. The newest technology developed to countdown the days until you met your one true love.” Emma Swan has had her TiMER for over 10 years now and it still remains blank, reminding her that her happy ending isn't as close as she had hoped. Having her friends find their perfect matches can be disconcerting, but perhaps the arrival of an old friend who is lacking a TiMER of his own might lift her spirits. (based off the movie TiMER) 

Thanks for all of the support I have gain from this story! I’m sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter, but i wanted this to be perfect, and i’m still not sure if it even is. If you have any questions or comments, let me know, I'd love to discuss this with anyone!

Also, this is to everybody who saw the last episode, I know your heart is breaking so I hope this can help you with everything!

‘If a clock could count down to the exact moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know? That is the claim of our new devices called “the TiMER.” The next evolutionary step in computer match making, the TiMER lets you know when your perfect match has entered your life! With it’s-“

“Since the data discovered that all humans are on a path to true love, implanted just after the onset of puberty, and powered by body heat, the TiMER monitors level of oxytocin, the love hormone-“

“I zeroed out at midnight the night before, and the next day, I got a soul mate. My one true love. Ellen, I don’t think I can even describe the feeling I had when I saw him-“

“This progression of technology has come to the point where it is now telling us who to love? When will this madness end?”

“I think it’s amazing! Why choose to settle now that you can know when “the one” is just days away?”

“I didn't get one and I don’t think I’m going to. I’d rather decide myself who I want in my life, thanks.”

“Who says no to true love? It’s unheard of.”

“Jesus, is this all they talk about now? What happened to the real news? Like murders! What happened to all of the murders in the world? Let’s get back to that,”

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If it is acceptable for Larries to believe or disbelieve something irrelevant of fact, then so can I!!!!! I hearby create (hashtag) niallgate.....

I no longer believe that Niall Horan is real! I’ve watched compilation videos on YouTube that have been edited to within an inch of their life, and looked at thousands of manip photographs, and I now know the truth.

Every time we see the ‘alleged’ Niall Horan he is actually a plastic doll, or an animatronic robot, or a blow up doll or Ellen Degeneras in a baseball cap. You think that is him singing and playing a guitar on stage! No people, use your critical thinking skills, that is is a recording being played from a device hidden in Harry Styles’s boxer briefs.

I did not witness him being born, therefore it did not happen. And just because his birth is legally registered, that does not mean he is real. The Irish government, along with the CIA, the FBI, British intelligence and the Girl Scouts of America have combined forces to make it appear he is a real living, breathing, human being.

When the ‘alleged’ Niall Horan was papped pissing in the street, that wasn’t Niall Horan, that was Zayn Malik in disguise trying to promote his latest single. He only left the band to help promote the idea that ‘Niall Horan is real’ but he will be back. Oh, and he set up that fucking ‘pap walk’.

When you thought you were watching the ‘alleged’ Niall Horan play a round of golf, that wasn’t Niall Horan, that was Harry Styles in disguise, taking a well earned rest day after spending 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the last 45 months having constant sex with Louis Tomlinson in either their 'secret’ shared home in Cheshire or their 'secret’ shared home in LA.

And do you think that just because the 'alleged’ Niall Horan has a million celebrity friends that he is real. Do not be ridiculous! Every one of those celebrities is paid 25 million pounds a year to keep up the pretence and sell that story to a gullible public using their sponsored Twitter account.

And why have the rest of One Direction been forced by big bad 1DHQ & Modest to constantly lie to their fans and pretend that Niall Horan is real? It’s because 'that bastard’ Simon Cowell knew that if he created a band without an Irish member he would not make 75 billion, trillion pounds a second. That bastard!

Do not worry though people, this secret can not be kept for much Longer. My friend’s, friend’s, friend’s, friends, friend’s, friend’s cousin’s, aunt’s, step son’s brother’s, nephew’s daughter works in the industry and has seen the receipts.

Don’t think because it has been predicted wrongly 2095 times in the last year that the truth will not come out, it will. I KNOW THE TRUTH (but I can’t tell you why, it wouldn’t be fair) and I can’t wait to see all you 'Niall believers’ closing down your Niall accounts because you have been so stupid!!!! WTF is wrong with you all.

Just wait people, just wait.

Stay strong comrades, the war is almost over!