can we trust you

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I often talk about reality checking and going along with it when helping someone deal with delusions, but I felt as if I didn’t really make it clear to what I meant when I said it.

Recently I saw a post similar to “how to sneakily give your delusional friend a reality check when they told you not to” and honestly, that’ll just make us lose trust for you. Because we can tell when you do that.

So lemme tell y'all a story:

I was in 10th grade honours English. I loved my teacher - she was super cool, but didn’t take any shit from anyone. During our time with her, she was going through a rough divorce.

Our teacher had developed this system: if we were good, she’d add “time” to our class, with each “time” being worth ten seconds, so we had to work hard. That meaning, she would give us a free period after we’d built up the exact time that a period extended to be. It was an earned privilege, and we always did our best to try and obtain it. Hell, playing puzzle games and reading was way more fun than a test or worksheet!

We were reading Animal Farm, a book my mom had given to me when I was ten bc she knew I loved to read and enjoyed anything that was thought-provoking. I’d read it then, and again later in my parochial middle school. Living in a big city, public schools aren’t well-funded, and I was lucky to have all my close family scrape together cash for a good education. Needless to say, I was rather familiar with the book.

Now back to the system! Our teacher had implemented a rule that every morning (she taught my first period class) we wood stand up and recite the commandments of animalism. We’d all try our hardest to do it perfectly, lest “time” be taken off our class. But one morning, she was… cold.

My classmates who’d recited before me were all told to sit down and stop reciting, because they were “wrong.” Knowing that, I was confused, as was everyone else. Yet, we all kept trying the same thing. She let the first few people finish. Then, she let people get partially through before she’d utter, “wrong” or something of the sort and deduct our hard-earned time.

It finally got to me; it was my turn. I stood up and started, and was immediately shut down by her. I was frustrated, to say the least. I replied after a second and told her that I was, indeed, right. She muttered for me to sit down. I refused, and by now she’d taken off twenty seconds. Everyone groaned, but I continued to disobey. Eventually, my classmates started telling me to just stop and it turned into yelling at me once I’d lost our hard-earned twenty minutes (meaning we had been halfway to a free period) as I continued to argue. Once we were in the negatives, people were literally yelling obscenities at me. They even yelled at her, blaming her divorce and period. Gross behaivour, mind you.

I didn’t stop.

The teacher said that she was going to call security and have me removed. I replied that it was a-okay with me to do so. I promptly walk out of the room and she followed up by telling me to wait in the hallway. I’d intended to walk to the office myself, but obliged figuring it was no matter to me.

I was in the hallway for about a minute before she rushed out and gently grabbed me by the shoulders. I was rightly confused. She gasped, and stammered out that she had never imagined it would happen. Why was she suddenly not being so ruthless? Why was she flabbergasted? Well, apparently what she’d “wanted” was for us to all fail. That it was a lesson, and she’d have given back the “time” she had removed. It was all about “knowing” what was coming, and how fascism meant that the rules could change at any time, without your knowledge and consent, but you could still be punished for it. She told me that she’d called security, and told them if they saw me in the hall during that call, to excuse me. Nobody had done that before. Apparently, throughout her decades of teaching, not one student had done that. They had all caved and sat down eventually.

You can be that person. In something that matters to us all. It’s not fun, but when has fighting for what’s right ever been easy?

Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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I’m sorry if I pushed you earlier. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. No, I appreciate it. I do.

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“Wow, I know we didn’t spend a lot of time together back when we met, but your tact is all coming back to me now,” you said with a laugh, situating your phone between your shoulder and your ear. 

“Is that a yes?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the thing is–”

“We saved your ass,” Dean interjected, and you heard Sam say his name in the background, reprimanding. You took a breath, fighting the urge to both laugh and roll your eyes.

“There’s that tact again,” you said. “No, the thing is, you did save my ass and I stand by saying I owe you one. I’m just wondering why you’re calling it in on this. Seems like something you two could handle on your own.”

There was silence on the other end for a bit, long enough that you pulled your phone away to make sure you were still connected.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice finally came through.

“Sam?” you replied with a smile. 

“You’re right; we probably could handle this on our own,” he said.

“What the hell, man?” Dean asked.

“But,” Sam continued louder, ignoring Dean, “I think we were both just hoping to work with you again. It’s not that often to find other hunters we can trust. Or who we like.”

You chewed your lip, letting them sit in the silence this time.

“I guess I don’t have much else going on right now,” you finally said, unconcerned at the smile they probably heard in your voice. “Maybe this time I can save you two.”

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Imagine Getting a Call Out of the Blue From Sam and Dean Calling In a Favor

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This video is a freaking masterpiece and I need all of you to suffer the feelings with me.

Comfort [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Remember the season finale of twd? Could you do a Daryl Dixon smut based on that. The reader is his wife and after the talk/argument with Dwight in the cell, the reader tries to comfort Daryl about the situation.

Hope you enjoy @prince-of-edolas!! 

Originally posted by noisysunday

Words: 2,553

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex

A/N: I felt like I hadn’t written any Daryl in forever, so I hope you enjoy some sweet Daryl smut! 

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a hundred more random starters [2/??]

  • ❝ women endure what men cannot bear. ❞
  • ❝ ‘tis my crown & I will fight for it. ❞
  • ❝ how long? how long have you been planning this? ❞
  • ❝ you betrayed me! betrayed US! how could you? ❞
  • ❝ we’ve lost control of [name/pronoun]. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun] sees the forests, but not the trees. ❞
  • ❝ the gods & kings of old have deemed you unworthy. ❞
  • ❝ what will you do, now that you know the truth? ❞
  • ❝ take your shirt off. ❞
  • ❝ can’t decide if I want to fuck you in bed, or if the wall is a better option. ❞
  • ❝ I will not lose. ❞
  • ❝ people are using condoms to apply makeup. why? ❞
  • ❝ well, they certainly know how to put lipstick on a pig. ❞
  • ❝ remember the promises we made to each other. ❞
  • ❝ spring will always arrive. ❞
  • ❝ you look beautiful in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ I hope you can understand my heart. ❞
  • ❝ people do stupid things in the name of love. ❞
  • ❝ if anything should happen to his/her majesty, I should think you’d look to me to secure your future. ❞
  • ❝ if you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞
  • ❝ have you ever regretted what we did? ❞
  • ❝ yes, I’ve imagined fucking you. ❞
  • ❝ when did you lose your virginity? ❞
  • ❝ was he/she any good? ❞
  • ❝ let me cum! ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to hell, want to join me? ❞
  • ❝ we fought. it’s over. i won. ❞
  • ❝ stop, you’re only making a fool of yourself. ❞
  • ❝ can you ever forgive me? ❞
  • ❝ we can’t trust them! ❞
  • ❝ be careful with your words. ❞
  • ❝ they’ll hear us! ❞
  • ❝ what if I want them to hear you screaming my name with pleasure? ❞
  • ❝ hey! I’m romantic! sometimes. ❞
  • ❝ the world will change & my era will begin. ❞
  • ❝ you have to resist. ❞
  • ❝ so is this how you take control of your life? ❞
  • ❝ don’t let the bastards grind you down. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a fucking idiot. ❞
  • ❝ he who has no bread, has no authority. ❞
  • ❝ there is little gain from further conflict. ❞
  • ❝ I do not fear death. what I fear is doing nothing & losing everything. ❞
  • ❝ my love for you has only grown. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t imagine my future without you. ❞
  • ❝ the tides will turn in our favor. ❞
  • ❝ I will do everything in my power to protect you & our child. ❞
  • ❝ how can you protect me from the monsters inside me? ❞
  • ❝ you must cry for me, for I have no more tears. ❞
  • ❝ know that I will be with you, always. ❞
  • ❝ my winter will end & yours will begin. ❞
  • ❝ god has no business controlling what I do with my body. ❞
  • ❝ if this is what you want, then fine do it! but know that I will never forgive you. ❞
  • ❝ if you love me, why did you leave? ❞
  • ❝ pregnancy sex is one of the best kinds of sex. ❞
  • ❝ you know, maybe you should take it easy. ❞
  • ❝ a little fresh air isn’t going to kill me. ❞
  • ❝ it would mean the world to me. ❞
  • ❝ you are my soulmate. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not wearing any underwear. ❞
  • ❝ you’re so cute when you’re horny. ❞
  • ❝ fine! I’m jealous! ❞
  • ❝ you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. ❞
  • ❝ I hate it when you leave. ❞
  • ❝ we miss you. ❞
  • ❝ our child hasn’t been sleeping well since you went off to war. ❞
  • ❝ you light up whenever you look at them. ❞
  • ❝ I hate fighting with you, especially over something as silly as this! ❞
  • ❝ I’m suffocating here! ❞
  • ❝ for once in your life, accept responsibility! ❞
  • ❝ it’s your fault they’re dead. ❞
  • ❝ too many people lack the gift of knowing when to fuck off. ❞
  • ❝ humbling, isn’t it? to become the very thing you mocked. ❞
  • ❝ with you, I feel like I’m home. ❞
  • ❝ the best thing you can do for yourself right now is beg for forgiveness. ❞
  • ❝ I only have a little neck. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun]’s head seems to have grown bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I am madly in love with you. ❞
  • ❝ it takes a lot to get me angry. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t even look at you right now! ❞
  • ❝ why can’t I stop crying? ❞
  • ❝ there’s a hole in my chest & I don’t know if it will ever heal. ❞
  • ❝ even now, whenever I’m with you, I can’t help but fall in love with you again. ❞
  • ❝ a sweet for my sweet? ❞
  • ❝ it’s not the first time this has happened. ❞
  • ❝ this world is far too cruel to girls. ❞
  • ❝ a daughter is a blessing. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sore. ❞
  • ❝ is there such a thing as too much sex? ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you stand there in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ everything I’ve done, it’s for you, for us! ❞
  • ❝ this is too risky! we might get caught. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t be prepared for everything. ❞
  • ❝ you have to trust me & in me. ❞
  • ❝ I trust you more than anyone else. ❞
  • ❝ what if something happens to you because of something I did? ❞
  • ❝ please, just tell me what’s wrong. ❞
  • ❝ I just don’t want you getting hurt. ❞
  • ❝ love is not something that can be taught. ❞
  • ❝ come back to bed. ❞
  • ❝ as long as we stand together, nothing can stop us. ❞
Betting On It

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

“Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What bet?” You tread cautiously.

“Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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The storm happened...

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John

Warnings: arguing, angst

Word count: 1703

Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.

Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.

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whotheeffisbucky  asked:

137 + Lance? You always write him so amazingly and I love everything you write.

137 - (We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.)

“Y/N…” Lance whined, following around after you, as you pushed the metal-framed trolley down the isles of the supermarket. Sitting in the seat was your two year old daughter, Skye. Your other five year old, Hazel, was walking alongside her father, clinging onto his warm hand.

“Lance, I swear, if you complain one more time, you’re on the couch.” You tort, shaking your head. Instead, he pokes his tongue out at you, making both his daughters giggle. You quirk your head in confusion, not seeing the action he had paused. 

“What did you do?” You asked, hands on your hips. 

“Nothing.” He says, putting one of his hands on his chest in innocence. “Right Hazel?” She nods, a grin just like her father’s on his face, Skye clapped her pudgy hands together.

“We’ll go find some food, right Hazy?” He turns to the younger child. Before she even responds, she runs down the isle, quickly followed by her father. You roll your eyes, before pushing the trolley a little, the small child in the trolley babbling to herself. 

Eventually, you reach the bread, fussing as you wonder where on earth your husband and child have disappeared to. Whilst picking up a loaf, you turn to the baby, rolling your eyes.

“We can’t trust daddy, can we?” You say. She giggles, clapping her hands as a response. You carefully place the loaf of bread in the trolley, before hearing the unmistakable voice of your husband, getting closer.

“Don’t drop anything Hazel! Balance, remember?”

Uh oh. You turn around, seeing both Lance and Hazel, carrying mounds of cakes, biscuits and sweets in their arms. Their walk becomes swift as they plant all of the confectionery into the trolley.

There’s a moment of silence, before you turn to Lance, hands on your hips. He shrugs his shoulders.

“What?” He asks.

“Don’t ‘What’ me, Mr Tucker!” You say. “We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids. And what about Hazel’s competition? She needs to be healthy! And you! You’re a coach!”

“It’s not that bad!” Lance says, grinning. He walks over, resting his hands on your hips. “Just for a treat. Please, Mrs Tucker?” He says, leaning down and kissing your neck. 

You giggle at his actions, trying to shake him off. “Lance. No.”

“Pretty please?” He nibbles at a tiny spot of skin, you resting your hands on his chest to pull him off.

“For fucks sake, we’re in a supermarket!” You say. “Fine! Whatever!” He grins, before pulling away and pulling out the baby from the trolley, and resting her on his hip. She claps, wrapping her arms around her father’s neck. 

“See? Even Skye wants it!” He presses his lips to the child’s forehead, seeing the look on your face. He chuckles, leaning forward.

“Don’t worry.” He whispers into your ear. “Mommy will get a very nice treat from Daddy tonight.”