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This Woman Found 'Octopus-Looking' Mold Inside Her Coconut Water And Now She Plans To Sue
And she's not the first Vita Coco drinker to find large chunks of mold inside.
By Julia Reinstein



It’s mold. I’m sorry it looks exceptionally gross, but it’s mold. You can tell it’s mold by comparing it to the dozens of other pictures on the internet from people who found mold in their Vita Coco.

Also, Vita Coco has no preservatives. Sometimes mold happens when there are no preservatives and there’s improper refrigeration after opening (your fault) or a tiny leak in the cardboard no one noticed (their fault). Pour your shit out into a glass before you drink it and move on with your life. Clearly you’re not dead, because you’re on the Internet yelling about this mold. Calm down, Barbara.

anonymous asked:

you don't evenn draw her by canon, lmao, her hairstyle, head, noodle arms. geez. just made her more "feminine good looking" that's all. and you are trying to communicate with others? lolp, alice angel won't be a good character in the game I bet, why would you even try. being all positive and shit, yuiks, you cannot save the fandom either. stop bothering people

“Listen here you, fuckso, I exist however I want to.”

Everyone has a goddamn fucking artstyle that makes the character look unique and inspiring. Yeah, I put some “cute” into her, I can pretty much scare the fuck out of you as well if that will be needed.

You have no right to judge a character by only one poster, when there’s, like, a whole chapter ahead that sure will tell us something about her.
I’m so d o n e with reading negative commentary across the internet towards her character, if she was real I would give her a hug and a pat on the back, screw ink pollution.

About savebendy oooh holy shit you got me going. OF COURSE I CANNOT SAVE THE FANDOM. But I tried to remind people how we could all be. I gave my point of view and, wowie, LOTS OF THEM AGREED, YOUTUBE DABBING THE COMIC. EAT THIS.

And finally, about bothering people.
I love this community.
I’ll poke people with my asks, I’ll win their hearts, collect their positive emotions, those fuzzy weird feelings people get looking at my drawings. That is my choice what I do on this blog.

Good luck trying to get on my nerves, idiot. That was an F.

Why you should watch

1) The Title. Look at the title. The Devil Is A Part-Timer. The title is as weird as the actual show. 

2) The Plot: Satan gets kicked out of his realm by a human army lead by a half-human/half-angel Hero and lands in modern-day Tokyo with one of his top generals. To survive until they can get enough magic to go back home he has to work at MgRonald’s. The Hero follows them through the portal and ends up in essentially the same position.

4) As you can probably figure it is absurd and hilarious

3) The Beginning Looks Like THis:

While the rest of it looks like this:

4) You can’t tell that the Hero is a girl in the beginning because she wears actual armor

5) Lucifer- He is a teenager addicted to the internet and video games and is a bum. He is also separate person from Satan? 

6) Why do I even have to explain past this just go watch it now its on Netflix

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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2x19 - Alex - Episode Theory for the storyline

From my observations, i have maybe come up with what could possibly happen in this episode and maybe who the villain is in this week. Please see under the cut to read more incase people don’t want to see my theory which could maybe contain spoilers. I’m not sure this is just what i think it is:

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My blog attracts people that wish to reach out to me (feel free!) due to its content and recently a married woman reached out who happened to be local.  (You know who you are…) We chatted on an off for a bit and obviously flirted.  She was on here exploring fantasies that she hadn’t yet had the courage (or idea how to safely and discreetly) to fulfill.  I could tell that the fact that she was local made her more apprehensive because the proximity likely made it feel more real and possible.

After a few weeks of talking and sexting, I encouraged her to meet up for lunch and eventually took me up on it.  She was clearly much more shy in person, as meeting someone from the internet can be awkward, as well as someone you’ve shared intimate thoughts and pictures with.  Flirting came easy and eventually she opened up, as comfort set in with familiarity and humor.  She put effort into her outfit, hair, and makeup.  She wore a loose-fitting, but short, dress that had me glancing at her legs.

Towards the end of the meal, conversation was great and her sense of humor came out with her witty ripostes.  I invited her back to my place and she quickly agreed, following me back to my place.  Once we got there, she started acting shy again and I could tell she was nervous.  I kissed her and she reciprocated and started opening up.  She asked me, “Is this your typical routine when you bring married women home?”  I told her it was a start.  She meekly asked, “Are you going to fuck me like your other sluts?”

I didn’t respond. I just started to kiss her again and she got  aggressive with her hands and lips at this point.  I pulled her on top of me, on the couch, and she began to grind on me.  My hands roamed to the straps of her dress, pulling them down and exposing her strapless bra.  I asked her if the bra matched the panties and she said they did, but asked if I preferred if women wore no panties.  I prefer panties, thongs, etc. for the record!  I got up and bent her over, lifting her dress to expose her ass, pressed aside her thong, and buried my tongue into her bald pussy.  She moaned and shivered in response.  I pulled my pants off and was at half-mast when I took her thong off and started touching the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and running my shaft along them.  She started to breathe heavily.

I stopped and sat down.  I pulled her down to me to take my big cock into her mouth as best she could.  She told me I was significantly bigger than her husband as her wedding ring stroked up and down on my shaft.  Eventually I got up, picked her up and put her on the couch, spreading her legs in front of me and kissed her.  I told her I was going to fuck her and make her mine.  That was going to make her a cheating wife like all of my other sluts.  She whimpered and softly begged me to fuck her pussy.  I roughly grabbed her hair and made her tell me that again.  She finally got it right on the fourth try.  I slowly put the tip of my cock in her, each thrust going deeper into her tight pussy.  Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide, and mouth open, breathing heavily, and grunts escaping as my cock stretched her with each stroke.  Her tight pussy had a death grip on my cock, lips pulling outwards with each pull out.  I completely filled her as my cock bottomed out in her and my girth stretched her.  Her dress was still on.

We fucked for a while and she was submissive throughout the session, although very vocal and talking dirty.  It was clear that she was lost in the moment, wanting to be my slut and whore.  Despite being filled, she didn’t’ cum from penetration and I helped myself to giving her to orgasms by eating her pussy.  She reciprocated and begged me to cum on her face.  As I got close, I pulled out, grabbed her hair roughly and came all over her beautiful face.  I kissed her deeply afterwards, sharing the taste of our collective cum.

As she came down from the moment, I could tell that she felt guilty and bad.  Married women often do as they start cheating.  After a while, the lust kicked in again and she admitted that she enjoyed it, was sore for a day as a reminder, and started sexting me again.  We met up for another session.

So as an autistic person I think it’s dumb as fuck when NT people tell me I’m ‘’’’lucky’’’’’ because I’m on ‘’’’the high end of the spectrum’’’’’’ which is dumb as shit.

Listen folks I wasn’t allowed to stim without being told off for it, when I was nine I had to ‘’’grow out’’’ of stimming because aparantly me stimming could make me a target for pedophiles (actual words from my mum)

I had to hide my sensory overloads out of fear of being rediculed and I can tell you when you’re forced to attend a large social gathering with lots of people and you’re autistic it’s horrible.

When I try to stim nowadays I’m told not to stim and when I tell my mum autistic people do it she will say “You’ve been on the internet too much.”

Even at school most people will use the word retard, an ableist term and when I try to watch my favourite youtubers sometimes they too say retard and use autistic as an insult, which makes me feel ashamed of myself for being autisitc.

So the next time you, a neurotypical person, act like I’m fucking lucky because I’m ‘’high functioning’ remember this post, because 9/10 times it’s you who is the lucky one.

A Mother's Day for the Rest of Us

As I typed the title, I’m instantly reminded of the Seinfeld episode, and Frank Costanza’s holiday Festivus (a replacement for Christmas). He was annoyed by the commercialization of Christmas, so he observes his own celebration (minus the distracting tinsel). Anywho.

I can’t have kids. I found out when I was 32, when I was plunged unceremoniously into menopause (that journey deserves its own blog, tbh).

I’m one of millions of women who are infertile, so that doesn’t make me special. It doesn’t make me anything. I always wanted kids. I still do. I always thought I had time. I was wrong.

Mother’s Day rolls around every year, and I’m reminded every year by nearly every ad agency, Facebook frame, or well-meaning checker in your local big box store of my biological inadequacy. It does not bother me like it once did, although that gentle, sad trauma memory tugs a little harder in those moments… That memory of a 32 year old me sitting alone in a specialist’s office as he told me my eggs had died.

“They died.”

It’s such a finite phrase. So terminal. So indisputable. There is no “but” that can follow it. The period on that sentence rings in the deafening silence with an echo that follows for years after (I’ll let you know when I stop hearing it). My genetic future children… Gone.

What has changed for me, though, is a an increased awareness of what Mother’s Day means or can mean to every woman. Like any holiday, it can be one of joy or pain or discomfort. We don’t all have good relationships with our mothers, or some of us have lost ours. If you love and have loved in a way that is pure and profound, be it experiencing the love of a child or an animal, then I hazard to say you have experienced a mother’s love. I believe I have. Natural selection may have taken away my ability to procreate, but I can most certainly reproduce love.

Somewhere today a woman is grieving a lost child. Somewhere a couple awaits news of a fertility test, or a mother is on bedrest from a high risk pregnancy, or a single mom is working a weekend job to support her children and she forgot it was even Mother’s Day. Somewhere some barren non-traditional mother pours her heart out into the far reaches of the Internet b/c she’s thinking of other people just like her.

If you read this and you know someone like that, tell them you hope they have the best day ever, and that you think they are amazing.

EXO | You Have A Child From A Previous Relationship

Anonymous said:

hi! i really like your blog! would you mind doing a reaction for monsta x and exo when their s/o they’ve been dating for about a month nervously reveals she has a child from a previous relationship? thanks!

I searched the internet far and wide….okay maybe I searched google and searched for a little over an hour…and most of these are gifs a couple of them are not….

Y/C/N (Your Child’s Name)

I can see Xiumin at first being upset, and not at the fact that you had a child from a previous relationship. He would be upset that you didn’t tell him from the start; he adores you and wants to know everything about you and your child would be a vital part of your life, so why shouldn’t he know? After you gave him your reasonings (whatever they might be) he would understand and of course say that if you were comfortable with it he would like to meet them.

“I just have to get my jacket and then we can go to dinner,” you said, walking out of your bedroom.

“But Minnie isn’t ready yet,” your daughter said as she put a flower clip in Minseok’s hair.

“One cannot go out without the proper hair accessories,” he said, flashing you a smile.

Originally posted by theseoks

Saying as Suho was normally the one calling “family meetings” and it was just the two of you, he was concerned by what you had to tell him. When you told him that you had a child from a previous relationship he wondered why you didn’t tell him from the get go (I don’t think something like this would be a deal breaker for him), but he didn’t question you about it openly. Instead he would ask to meet your child and he would make them feel comfortable around him in true Suho fashion.

“Here comes Mr. Teddy Bear…”

It would come as a shock to him when you revealed to him that you had a child from a previous relationship. But it wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. He loved you and as such he would do his best to get along with your child and set a good example. But…I would also like to wish you good luck actually getting your child back…

“Yixing, I need to give him his bath,” you said, reaching for your son.

“Tsk,” he said, pushing your hands away, “Can’t you see we are in the middle of The Land Before Time? A bath can wait a few more minutes.”

“Terrified” would probably be the words to describe how he was feeling in that exact moment that you told him that you had a child from a previous relationship. He’s a usually loud guy and his silence would concern you. Mainly that concern would probably be a bunch of questions that you either were or were not ready to answer and him wondering if the child would like him. He loves kids but there was still that worry that yours in particular wouldn’t like him.

“He’ll love you Baek, just be yourself,” you said, trying to reassure him, “Are you ready to meet him.”

“Yeah…yeah I’m ready,” he replied.

You went and got your son from his bedroom and introduced him to a now smiling Baekhyun. “He looks just like you Y/N…he has your cute cheeks…hey little man.”

He would probably be quick to want to meet your child leaving you with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“What did you think I was going to leave you cause you had a kid?”

Honestly that was your biggest fear; but with Jongdae (much like Lay) I think that because of his bond with you it wouldn’t take much for him to get along with your child.

“Um…Dae? Can I have my son back?” you asked, as he began to walk down the hallway of SM.

“After I show him off to the guys, yeah,” he replied, walking off.

For this sweetie you wouldn’t have to worry about nerves. As soon as you tell him about your child he would be ready to him and making plans about the games they could play. But just know…when it comes to potty time he has nothing to do with diapers.

“Did you say “potty”?” Chanyeol questioned before quickly picking up your son and running down the stairs of the park, “Y/N! Y/N! I need you!”

“What happened to my 30 minutes of eomma alone time?” you questioned, putting down your book.

“I don’t control potty time, take that up with him!”

Originally posted by luedeer

Kyungsoo would probably be a little terrified when he heard the words leave your mouth, however…he would know what the best way to approach this situation was slowly. He wouldn’t immediately tell the child that you were dating (if the child even understood at that point) he would just start as “mommy’s friend who came over during playtime” and as they got to know each other he would allow things to go from there.

It is in his DNA to be a father. If you have seen anything with him and kids, he is a natural with them. So as soon as the words left your mouth that you had a child his response would be “when do I get to meet him?”

Your son was never quick to warm up to people but as soon as he met Jongin they clicked and like they had never not known each other.

“Boys dinner is-,” you started but stopped when you saw Jongin sitting on the floor with your son in his lap reading him a book.

“The rabbit has big ears huh? What if I got your ear?” Jongin asked, giving a small tug to his ear.

“No, my ear,” your son replied laughing.

Originally posted by blondejongin

He was scared at first when you told him about his child. But as sassy as this boy can be he’s a sweetie and is caring. Though it was scary, he would jump at every opportunity to help you whenever he could and I could see him and your child quickly becoming close.

“Where did-oh my god!” you said, when you realized that your daughter who had gotten away from you had run up on stage.

“You all know about my girlfriend, Y/N,” he said as she wrapped her arms around his legs, “Well this is Y/N’s daughter Y/C/N…my princess.”

As much as he would try and act cool about the news he would probably be internally freaking out about the fact that you had a child from a previous relationship. But as soon as he would meet the child that internal freak out would turn into a gooey mess.

“Well, how are things?” you asked checking up on things.

“They’re great,” Luhan said, “He’s amazing jagi.”

Kris loves kids, so like Xiumin, it wouldn’t be the “you have a kid” part as much as the “not telling” part. He would immediatly question why you thought you needed to hide something as important as this. But any irritation would go away as soon as he met your son.

“You look just like your eomma,” Kris said.

“Eomma says you sing,” your son said, holding a fake microphone, “I sing sometimes too.”

“Do ya buddy? Will you show me?” Kris questioned earning a nod from your son.

You’d probably get mixed signals from Tao. On one hand he was in love with you and wanted nothing more than to see you happy and share every aspect of your lives together. OOOOOOOOOOON the other hand, he wasn’t real confident when it came to the subject of tiny humans. But he would give his best even if it took some time to get used to things.

“What is that?? Did you pick your nose again??” you heard from the back seat. On the way to your mother’s house Tao had decided to sit in the back seat with your daughter and read to her and keep her preoccupied during the long ride.

“Is everything okay back there?” you questioned, looking in the review mirror.

“I have become a human tissue…” he said sadly.

“And that’s why bleach was invented.”


anonymous asked:

Okay so I have a Wayhaught story for you. So I was thinking about how Emily was saying Wynonna definitely has opinions about Waverly and Nicole being together so what if Wynonna takes a moment with Nicole to have "the talk" with her about how she better not hurt her or end up like Champ (but she knows she won't) and Waverly hears part of this conversation and runs aways and now is very distant with Nicole bc she thinks Wynonna scared her away but later she assures she's not going anywhere

So, I couldn’t help myself and i wrote a whole fic for this. Hope you like it!!!!

Waverly was finally back from that creepy possession ordeal that they had to deal with, and she will absolutely tell you, that she will never be touching any strange gunk that she finds on the ground or otherwise, ever again. But everything is okay now and Wynonna, Waverly, Doc, and Nicole have taken over the Black Badge office in their search to try and find and get Dolls back.

It is had been a few days and the four of them have been locked up in that office. 

Waverly has been pouring over books and the internet, searching for anything she can wrestle up about secret government agencies that she can.

Wynonna was going through Dolls’s computer while she drinks whiskey out of his X cup, and muttering curse words under her breath since frankly there isn’t anything useful or entertaining of the hard drive.

Doc was sitting alone, at the far corner of the table. At first, he had spent a lot of time examining the vials that he had injected into Dolls before the showdown are Shorty’s. Now, though, he has moved on playing Solitare with an impossibly old set of cards.

Nicole, she has been sniffing out every gun and other weapons she can find in the office, she has been cataloging them and cleaning them, even going so far as to dismembering and, all the guns. At one point she even managed to wrestle PeaceMaker away from Wynonna. It was a very difficult feat and she found out that it hadn’t been cleaned in a very long time, probably since Wyatt himself had it.

Now it has been a couple of weeks, and with all the stress, Wynonna had pretty much forgotten about Nic and Waves dating, and reverting back to her normal self, had become totally oblivious of the lingering eye contact between her sister and the officer, not so subtle touching that they exchanged whenever close enough, and that whenever one of them left the room the other followed. She was so wrapped up in herself she had pretty much forgotten about the two dating.

At the end of the fourth night, after all of them had done almost as much as they could. Wynonna hadn’t found anything on the computer. Waverly hadn’t found anything mention a Black Badge Division. Nicole had run out of weapons to clean. And Doc, well how many games of solitaire can someone really play before they go insane? They all had started to sigh heavily and push their work away.

Grabbing Nicole’s hand, and looking across to Wynonna who’s face was buried in her palms, Waverly clears her throat, “You know Gus left me a message early and said that she was going to open Shorty’s back up tonight, invited us to stop by.”

“Got Dolls and I’s mess all cleaned up then?” Doc asks when he perks up at the idea of going to the saloon for a drink.

“Yup, I guess some town’s folk pitched in,” Waverly starts, “Gus said they wanted to try and make it up to Wynonna, the whole trying to kill her thing.”

“Strange,” Wynonna finally adds, “They’ve never felt bad about my near death before, I guess people are growing around here.”

“Oh come on Earp,” Nicole can’t help but attempt to protest that, “not everyone in this town hates you.”

Wynonna scoffs at that, “You clearly did not grow up around here red. But that is a conversation for another night when my brain doesn’t feel like soup. I think we ought to head down there, support Gus.”

It didn’t take them long to pack their things up and head to Shorty’s. Wynonna had already slipped behind the bar and found a bottle of whiskey and four glasses. Doc had stepped out to get some air for a few minutes. Waverly and Nicole had claimed a booth and were cuddled up pushed into the corner of the booth and were enjoying a slightly discreet and satisfying make out session.

“What the hell is this, guys?” Wynonna almost demands as she sets the bottle and glass down on the table.

“Uh, it’s me kissing my girlfriend Wy,” Waverly answers, with a very confused tone.

“Oh shit.” Wynonna declares as it dawns on her. “I, uh, I forgot about that.”

“No shit Earp,” Nicole adds after she lets out a giggle.

“I guess you and I need to have a little talk then Haught,” Wynonna replies as she starts the red-head down.

“I think that may be my cue to go find Doc,” Waverly says as she gives Nicole an apologetic smile for throwing her to the wolves or rather wolf that is Wynonna Earp, and then heads away.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing with my little sister?“ Wynonna asks, jumping right in.

“Honestly? Loving her.” Is all Nicole offers her in response.

“She’s been loved before Haught. What’s supposed to make you think you’re any different?” Wynonna questions the red head further.

“The way that I look at her.” Nicole challenges.

“And what way might that be?”

“Like she, herself, hung the moon and the stars, just for me.” Is all Nicole gives in return. Honestly, if you Wynonna hasn’t figured it out by now, she figuring she’ll have to draw it out for the woman.

“Champ used to look at her like that until she stopped being a trophy for him to win and became the strong young woman that she is. How am I supposed to know that you’re different than him?” Wynonna challenges Nicole. She knows that Nicole is different, but she needs to get a promise right from the woman.

“Because I’m not a boy-man-child like he was or is or whatever. Come on Wynonna, you’ve known me for a while now, do you really think I have it in me to treat anyone like crap, let alone Waves?” Nicole asks the question almost beginning to feel hurt.

“Well, I guess you’ve got a point there. I just have to make sure to give you the shovel talk or whatever. You know, Waverly is the most important person in my life and I haven’t really been there for her until recently, and I think I’m still a little too caught up in the curse bullshit to truly give her the attention she deserves.” Wynonna offers the confession as a peace offering of sorts.

“I get that Wy. But you are here now, and you’re not going anywhere. Plus, she has me now too, so I think she’ll be just fine.”

As Nicole finishes her statement, Waverly is walking back up to the table and notices the two other women completely emerged in the conversation but doesn’t catch anything, until Wynonna’s final statement.

“I get that. But just to put it out there, if you so much as crack her heart, or treat her even a little poorly, I swear to you, I’ll be using PeaceMaker for more that putting down revenants.” It’s an empty threat as she knows Nicole is better than that. As she finished though she notices Waverly within earshot and is completely unaware that she has been standing there long enough to hear the threat. 

“Hey, Baby Girl!” Wynonna greats Waverly with a broad smile. “Did you find Doc?”

“I ummm, I’m not feeling well, can you take me home Wynonna?” Waverly asks, not even responding to the question, she’s so shaken up from hearing the threat, scared of what it means. Does Wynonna no like Nicole as much as she’d been letting on the past few weeks?

“I can take Babe.” Nicole offers before Wynonna gets a chance to respond.

“No, I want Wynonna to take me.” Is all Waverly offers, and honestly the way she says it is a little cold. Before either Nicole or Wynonna has a chance to interject again, Waverly has headed out of the building. Thinking, dammit Wynonna, I finally found a good one, and you’re going and scaring her away, you can’t threaten lesbians with guns, it freaks them out. Admittedly, Waverly may have recently delved into gay culture and learned a lot about lesbian tropes.

“You’re not driving her anywhere Earp.” Is how Nicole decides is best to start the conversation.

“Why the hell not Haught? If Waves wants to go, I’ll take her where ever she wants.” Wynonna defends herself.

“No, you won’t. You’ve been drinking Whiskey all day, and you’ve drunk half that bottle by yourself while we’ve been sitting here. It’s not safe for you to get behind the wheel.” Nicole offers as she stands up and slips on her jacket.

“Fine. You going to go get her then?” Wynonna reluctantly asks.

“Yeah. Y’all can come sleep at my place when you get done here if you want.” Nicole presents the peace offering.

“Thanks, but there’s a room upstairs here, we’ll just take it. Let’s meet in the office at noon tomorrow? Give everyone a chance to get some extra rest.” Wynonna offers in return, her own peace offering of sorts.

“Sure, see ya then.” And with that Nicole has turned to head out the saloon herself. 

Nicole runs through the bodies as quickly as she can, pushing through the front doors, and scanning her surroundings. She finds Waverly sitting in her Jeep, letting it run. As Nicole gets closer to the Jeep, she notices hard sporadic shaking of Waverly’s shoulders, a clear sign of the tears that a certainly falling down the girl’s face. Wasting no more time, she runs to the driver’s door where Waverly is sat and pulls it open. Before she has a chance to protest or even notices who’s arms are enveloping, Nicole makes quick work gather Waverly up, rubbing her hands up and down the younger woman’s back.

“What’s wrong baby?” Nicole whispers in her ear.

With the question, Waverly starts to push Nicole away but doesn’t have enough strength to get her too far away.

“I asked for Wynonna,” Waverly states through heavy breaths.

“I know, but I don’t feel comfortable with Wynonna taking you anywhere. She’s had too much to drink.” Nicole offers, loosening her grip while looking down to search Waverly’s eyes to try and figure out what is going on. “I was thinking we could go to my place and I would take care of you.”

“I don’t expect you to take care of me Nic. You don’t even want to be around me, I’m sure.” Waverly states, not being able to help herself and leaning into Nicole.

“What the heck are you talking about Waverly?” Nicole asks shocked.

“I heard what Wynonna said. She threatened to kill you.” Waverly makes the statement though another round of tears.

“Oh baby,” Nicoles starts, with a grin playing at her lips. “She didn’t mean that.”

“Yes she did, she doesn’t joke about using PeaceMaker,” Waverly mumbles into the collar of Nicole’s shirt, that is quickly absorbing tears and most likely a gross combination of slobber and snot, not that Nicole minds. Waverly can bawl into any of her shirts any time she needs to.

“No babe, I promise she didn’t mean it. She knows I would never hurt you. She knows that I love you too much. She knows that I will treat you better than anyone else has ever treated you. She just said that because she felt like she had to finish her shovel talk.” Nicole whispers it to Waverly as she combs a hand through her hair.

“Are you sure?” Waverly asks, starting to regain her composure. 

“Yes, I promise. Now let’s go home and go to sleep. I think you may be a little over exhausted from the past couple weeks.” Nicole says as she lifts Waverly up, letting the smaller woman cling to her like a Khola bear, and walks to the other side of the Jeep. “We can sleep in and go get breakfast, Wynonna doesn’t want us coming in until noon.”

As she lets Nicole settle her into the passenger’s seat of her own car, she watches Nicole intently. Nicole just pays attention to what she’s doing. She buckles Waverly in and leans across her to turn the heat up a bit. As she is pulling herself out of the car, though, Waverly grabs the lapels of her jacket and pulls her so the forehead to forehead.

“You promise you want to be with me?” Waverly asks gently, her breath tickling Nicole’s lips.

“I promise Waverly. Ther is nowhere else, I would rather be.” Nicole makes what is probably the truthful statement of her life, and she is rewarded. She is rewarded by Waverly who leans in, gently pushing her lips to Nicoles, it’s the kiss of a promise, a kiss that means I love you, a kiss that says thank you for loving me. It gently but still passionate. Their lips move together like a choreographed dance. It is as though they were made for kissing each other, and honestly, they probably are.

“Good, because I feel the exact same way.” Waverly states as she pulls away but stays close enough to punctuate each word with another kiss.

i’m home

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader

Summary: Sam and dean found a girl in the woods and find out that is there sister.

A/N: wighting can be such amazing. Its so hard sometimes. Really with my family that are disturbing me much to do something. But yeah there are family for. Please feel free to say if you like it. I would love that.

Everything is dark. You walked somewhere but you didn’t know where. It felt like you walked on leaves and tripped over some branches. You walked through a wood but you couldn’t  say it for sure. You felt weak. Everything hurt but you don’t remember what happened and who did this to you. It’s was too much for you and felt unconscious on the cold leaves.

It was morning and dean was busy making breakfast for himself. Sam was jogging in the woods. It was quite in the bunker but then dean heard his name being called.

“dean! Come quick! You need to help me!” Sam yelled to him when he walked downstairs. Dean didn’t hesitate and followed his grace. Close by the bunker they saw a girl around 16 years old lying unconscious on the cold leaves with cuts over her whole body. She had a gun in a leg holster and a machete attach on her belt and even a flask. She could be a hunter but they didn’t know for sure they need her bring inside before she lose more blood. They picked her up and bring her inside the bunker. They placed her on the bed of one of the rooms.

“Sam, grab a bowl and towel and some needle and dread. We need to stich her up quick before she lose more blood.” Dean said when he looked at your body. Sam did what dean said and came back with it. He rolled up the towel and make it wet and then placed on your forehead. “I think that we need to give her some rest and maybe she talk how she get her. I call Cas maybe he know something.” Sam nodded and he walked out of the room with dean.

Cas came later that day when he got the call from dean. He came in the room and found you there peacefully lying there on the bed. Cas knew who you are and quickly healed you completely. Dean came in the room. “Cas do you know anything?” he asked.

“dean I want you to meet you little sister.” Dean looked shocked at him and then to you. “I know this can be confusing dean but I can explain.” He nodded. “this is Y/N Winchester. You father met her mother on a hunt and she is a hunter to. She saw her mother die in front of her eyes. After that she wanted revenge on the demon who did that.” Cas explained

“oke I get it. But how do you know her? And why didn’t you tell us anything!?” dean asked.

“we are friends just like us. I couldn’t get in contact with her but I know that she wanted to do this alone and I get it. But last night I was in heaven and I didn’t keep an eye on her and this happened.” Dean heard the broken voice from Cas. He felt quilt what happened to his friend.

Dean put his hand on Cas shoulder. “I understand she is safe now. We wait until she wake up and then we know more.” Dean looked at you. “I want to know more about my little sister.”

Dean came in the library with Cas and saw that Sam was busy with looking for something on the internet. They took a seat by Sam “Sam, what did you find about that girl?”

“nothing.” He closed his laptop and looked dean in the eyes. He saw that he keep something from him. “Cas do you know anything about that girl?”

Cas looked over to dean. Dean nodded to let him know that he can tell Sam what is going on. “Sam, that girl in the room is Y/N Winchester.” Sam looked shocked over to dean. “I know her for quite a while she is my friend. I keep an eye on her every time but when I was in heaven she got hurt. When I got the call from dean I knew that she was by you guys. She looked for you guys for years. And I got her hurt.” Cas looked down.

“who got someone hurt?” you asked when you enter the room. They looked all three to you. “why do you guys so weird to me?”

“Y/N, come sit here.” Cas said when he stoop from his chair to let you sit on it. “I want you to meet your brothers.”

You sat on the chair. The thing that Cas said was not sink in. you looked at front of you and saw two guys in front of you. “Y/N, this is Sam and dean Winchester.” You looked at Cas.

“I know that it hard to sink in. we know how you feel.” You smiled. “so I’m Sam and that is dean he is are older brother. I’m 4 years younger than him.” Sam said.

“I know. I know anything about our family. I’m a hunter to.” They looked confuse at you. “I know are you a little young to hunt? I’m not, you hunted at the same age so yeah. I know everything like how you started the apocalypse and you let the darkness free.” They were shocked how you knew anything about that.

“who, oke calm down Y/N/N. I know that you know anything about us but we don’t know anything about you.” He met your eyes. “we know that you are a hunter and that you are friends with Cas but we wanted to know more about the fact that you are our little sister that we never had. And how did you find us in the first place and who did that to you when we found you in the woods?” dean said.

You thought quick. “I understand that you want to know that. I found out that we are from the man of letters. It took me a half year when I found out where the bunker was. I wanted to do it alone so that why I took so long.” You looked over to cas. “when I found out where it was some demon took me to Crowley. he tortured me until I escape. I tried to pray for cas but it didn’t work so that why I drove to here. Of course my car needed to break down so I needed to walk. I’m glad that you found me because if you don’t I would be dead.”

“and we are glad that we found a little sister.” They gives you a smile. “trusted me if you were not a hunter and you were taken by Crowley and we found out that you where our sister you would stay here forever and tried to give you a real life. But that can be done even if I’m not happy with it.” Dean couldn’t take it and then you saw tears falling down his cheeks. “Y/N I never thought I would found a little sister. Even we know you just for a few hours you feel like family already.” Dean stood up from his chair and walked over to you. “Y/N welcome to the family.” He hesitate for a minute but then he embrace you in a hug.

It was a little weird to find out that you have two big brothers and that one of them already trust you and hug you but you felt save and home. You never had a home only the motel rooms but now you have one with a family. “I’m home.”

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Today’s The Day

Request: Could you please write an EXTRA FLUFFY Sirius x reader imagine? Thank you very much! Xx


hello! sorry to bother you but I was just thinking if you can write a small imagine if sirius finally having the courage to flirt and ask out his gryffindor crush who is known of being intimidating (just like me lol)

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“Alright, Prongs, today’s the day,” Sirius declared confidently. “Is it?” James smirked. “Yes,” Sirius replied. “You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mate,” James pointed out, amused. “I am. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go up to her in the library after dinner and sweep her off of her feet and by the time I leave, she’ll be head over heels in love with me,” Sirius tugged on his collar, his boldness almost palpable. “Well good luck, Pads,” he laughed, mumbling under his breath,“You’re going to need it.” “I am not going to need it!” Sirius called as he left the common room for dinner. 

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Homebound 1/?

Hi this is tracy and this is jackass /crashes into the wolfiplier au/comic by @paperbaghero and ruins everything

“Uh, I don’t know about you, but this doesn’t seem like a good idea.” Wade scratched at his beard as the small group just kind of stood around him. They were watching the big hulking creature laying half-way on the couch, snoring his life away

“Uh, do you suggest sleeping in the office?” Jack asked. “Again?”

“Oh god, my bed would be so nice right now.” Kathryn sighed, and took at seat back at the table. “Or any bed. I feel like we’re really trapped here.”

Which, in a way they really had been. It was 7 of them sort of milling around the office-space, minus the huge werewolf that was leaving more black hair around than it seemed humanly— er— inhumanly possible. Ethan scrolled though his phone as Tyler was taking a power nap in one of the computer chairs. Bob was sitting on the other side of the couch, not too close to Mark and Amy because Mark didn’t seem to like that, and Jack was sitting on the floor, watching Wade pace back and forward.

“Dude, you a werewolf too? You’re making me antsy doing that.” Jack chuckled, but he was tired, as everyone else was.

“Nope.” Ethan said decidedly. “Surprisingly, no help from the internet, although I did get linked to some rad fan-art. And some—“ he tilted his head. “Uhh…

“I keep telling you guys you can go.” Amy sighed, and reached down to gently… gently run her hand though the coarse fur. She was sitting on the couch besides Mark. “I mean, Wade, Bob, and Jack, I know you guys are staying with us, but—“

“And hear about you guys the next day on every single news station? No way!! There’s safety in numbers.”

“You say that like hes going to eat us!” Wade’s voice’s cracked a bit.

“Well, I’m not… not saying that.” Ethan shrugged helplessly.

“He wouldn’t.” Amy said. “I’m… kind of a little sure.”

“Well yea he’s not going to eat his girlfriend!” Wade said, tossing his hands up.

“Listen, there’s no food around here, I’m pretty sure Tyler is dead, and Mark is seriously staring to stink up the place.” Jack cut in. “So we need a house. With house stuff. And beds. Real beds.”

“How about you guys help us at least get him to the house, then once you get us there, then you guys can go home, seriously.” Bob said. “Just make sure nobody dies, then we can… I don’t know, put him in the back yard for the night or until he turns back?”

“By the way…!” Tyler raise his hand, though his head was still leaning back in his chair. “Not dead. Not dog food.”

“Not yet.” Wade said suspiciously.

“Wade!” Said about— 4 people. He put his hands up.

“Listen, I’m not saying mark would, I’m just saying we don’t know how much of this is mark and how much of this is hulking hungry werewolf.”

“Well, are we settled then?” Kathryn asked. “Get everyone back to the house alive and then I can go home? And use my pillow and use my blanket and sleep for a thousand years?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Bob nodded. “And a nice one at that. The last thing we want is an actually hungry werewolf.”

“See, someone understands me.”

Mark opened his mouth in a wide yawn, showing off his rows of sharp, pointy teeth. He barked gently at Wade, then rested his head right in Amy’s lap. His tail wagged wildly, harmlessly whacking at Bob on the other side of him.

“You think he was telling me to shut up?”

Jack gently, very gently, laid completely face down onto the ground. “Fuck me.”

“Alright kiddies, lets get going.” Katherine said, clapping gently.

“Uhm, two questions.” Now it was Bob raising his hand. “1- He’s… kind of wearing clothes. 2- a collar or something?”

“Well, A, that wasn’t a question, but I get you. We’re in Cali! People dress their dogs all the time.” Ethan also laid down on the floor, ever so kindly propping himself up on Jack’s prone body. “Also, We should have rope around here somewhere? Maybe an old collar from Chica?”

“Um… something tells me it wont fit him. It’s not… exactly a dog-sized neck.” Amy spoke nervously.

“We’ll make due.” Tyler sat up, yawning. “I’ll go see what we got” He got up from his chair, leaving the room.

“So we’re really gonna just… say its our dog. Our flannel-wearing, pants wearing, 6 foot 4 dog. Our dog that has glasses. That’s our dog.” Tyler shrugged. “Sure. Okay. Sure. This as weird as weird as anything else that happened today.” He peeked behind him. “You alive, Jack?”

“I’m not sure.” Came the muffled sound.

All eyes fell on Mark suddenly sat up on the couch, using his claws to scratch at his fur-covered muzzle, blinking warily. He climbed down from the couch, his tail wagging lazily, and circled Jack and Ethan once before sitting on both of them.

“H-Hey!!” Jack said, squirming at the bottom of the pile.

“W-Woah there!” Ethan pushed at the body leaning on him. “Holy s-shit!”

Both boys all but disappeared under the big doggo.

“M-Mark—hey Mark!” Amy reached for, then gestured for him. “Come here Mark!”

Mark considered it sleepily for a few dozen seconds, licking at his muzzle, ignoring the struggling and noises and curses from this pillow he had clearly chosen to sleep on. But it seemed like being with Amy was more preferable (or maybe more quiet) because he just got back to sit in front of couch to rest his head in Amy’s lap once again, and was rewarded handsomely with head-scratches and rubs.

Ethan jumped to his feet, coughing and trying to brush the fur from his clothes.

“I thought I was going to die next to Ethan and under Mark’s ass, that is not how I wanted to go” Jack said, sitting up on the floor once again, his hand on his chest. “Oh shit, where’s my glasses–”

“I was going to be offended, but I’ll just agree.” Ethan put his hands on his hips. “Its decided, lets get out of here before he sits on anyone else, I can’t survive another event like that.”

“It was pretty funny from this side.” Wade said casually. He turned to Tyler who returned with a bag of stuff.

“Sounded like a bit of death in here, glad I wasn’t part of it but I’m sorry I missed it.” Tyler held up the bag. “Ok, so we doing this or not.”

“He was sizing everyone up to eat.” Wade commented. “Or at least those two. They seem like the first ones to go, to be honest.”

Wade.” Once again- several people in the room called his name. He put his hands up again.

“Can’t a guy not want to get eaten by his best friend?”

“We’re going to die here.” Kathryn said plainly. “Might as well start now.” She placed her head on the table.

“I agree.” Bob said with a thoughtful nod.


As soon as Lily’s friends saw her, they all shut up and looked at her. “Well…”

“What? Who is it?”

The blonde one - Apple - decided to speak first, she was like the leader of their group. And she was also Lily’s best friend. “We didn’t tell you sooner because we were afraid of your reaction, but whatever; we’re actually pranking your loser of a sister.”

Lily raised her eyebrows, confused. “What do you mean you’re pranking my sister?” 

“You know Fleur’s friend from the internet? We’re behind his profile and it’s so freaking funny, she’s so delusional! And she actually believes that this Peter likes her back and and that he’s real! Can you believe her? So stupid!” The brunette one laughed, and so did the other two girls.

i am lost in you; [1/3]

powerful business woman alex danvers meets her personal assistant maggie sawyer.

inspired by chylers and flos glaad appearance.



Alex still wasn’t sure how she ended up running one of the biggest companies in the world. For real, she has no idea how it happened. But it did happen, somehow and now she is one of the most powerful women in the world and to say that she was proud is an understatement.

Sure, her sister may be Supergirl, an alien and a hero to everyone in National City but Alex was a powerful business women who owned half of National City.

And really, her sister was more a hero for her than most people can imagine, and she dearly loved her with everyone she had but there were moments when Alex wanted to strangle her. Like, when she decided to hire Alex a personal assistant because she ‘needed more time for herself’. But Alex knew Kara’s true intentions.

“Come on Alex, you really should start dating again. It’s fun, believe me.” Kara cheekily smiled at her bigger sister, while sitting on a thousand dollars chair, a file in her one hand and pizza in the other.

“I date.” Alex replied lamely and Kara rolled her eyes.

“Going out with someone on tinder for drinks doesn’t count as a date.”

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Modern AU where Solas and Lavellan are grad students who get pulled into Varric’s tabletop roleplay campaign in which they play themselves from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Fluff, angst, and meta ensues.

If you’ve enjoyed Solas Romance D&D, it’s a fanfic now.
[Ch 2]

If her tall beautiful ears don’t give her away, the vallaslin on her face certainly does: elven, Dalish.

Her chocolate eyes meet his, and she waves at him from the checkout line. He smiles and joins her, blocking out the stares and whispers from the humans around them. Perhaps it was naive of him to think after their first term at the University of Orlais the humans would have gotten over the token elves.

She gives him an enthusiastic one-armed hug. “It’s so good to finally be meeting you properly.”

“It is,” he agrees as he pulls back. “Strange we haven’t done so before now.”

“We’ve passed each other enough times in the Magical Studies building, you’d think we would have.”

They move up in the line and place their orders at the campus bagel sandwich restaurant. She orders something with turkey and pesto on an everything bagel. He goes for smoked salmon on pumpernickel.

“So how do you know Varric?” she asks as they wait.

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anonymous asked:

i need more blogs to follow because i feel like my dash needs to be rebuilt. who are you favorite mutuals and why?

Oh god. Unless I talk to people on a daily basis or I see them on my activity a lot then I have not a single clue who my mutuals are off the top of my head. Honestly. But these are the people who put up with me pretty frequently either here or on separate groupchats. This is in no particular order so don’t feel less loved if you’re near the bottom by the way. There’s plenty of Kryzz to go around :p

@hedawolf - My little Vitus. Probably one of my oldest mutuals. We’ve been mutuals for years and have been enemies for just as long. We bicker like an old married couple and call each other names, but I know she loves me (more than I love her. I don’t love her at all. yuck! GROSS)

@taryondarringtons and @acrocera - This groupchat is the worst but I somehow put up with them. It takes a lot of courage and patience, but I do it anyway. Mostly because we really have a burning hate for a lot of the same people/things jkhgskjldfg

@everybodyhatesjroth, @queenluthor, @longlivetheheda, and @cohenisabadass - I’m pretty sure I have over 300 unread texts from this groupchat that I keep forgetting to check into for like…a month now??? but I SWEAR it’s not on purpose lol. I LOVE YOU FUCKS!

@elyzas - She lied to me about being Asian so our relationship got off to a rocky start and even though she loves to put trash men on my dash I’ve forgiven her because now we have two children (shoutout to Leroy and Billy Bob) and go on the MOST INSANE internet adventures that we can never tell anyone about jksdfhgskjdfg

@destroyrofnations - My rant buddy! She’s the best. We agree on most things, disagree on some…but we’re adults and we know how to handle that. 

@darlingheda - Someone I have really intelligent conversations with because she’s such a cool, smart, rad pal. 

@uninhibitedimagination - Just…the absolute best of the best. I like you and Ali likes you even more ;)

@biclarke - We made one of the best AUs of all times. Of All Times!

@racoonhearteyes - Her reactions to my fic make my day every single time. 

@fuckyeahhayleywilliams - Someone who loves Paramore and Clexa as much as I do? Winner.

@lovelikesongbirds - We’ve never talked but I feel like we’re always reblogging/liking stuff from each other. It’s one of those silent friendships lol

Mix - She changes her URL more often than my cats eat and they eat every fifteen minutes so like…whatever your new URL is today Mix, I love you. Whoever knows where she’s at tell her I love her salty ass lol. 

@lezbeanieluv​ - Almost forgot my wife had tumblr lol. She’s rad…I guess :)

I think that’s all the people I can come up with without having through like dig for names. All worth a follow and a chat to say hello. They’re the raddest people. 

Star Spangled Gal Pt. Three

Part One Part Two (Part 3 is the final part! <3)

Words: 983
Steve Rogers x Reader 

Inspired from a post by  @sebastianismydistraction &  @theartofimagining13

Imagine: Catching Steve Rogers’ eye and meeting him at the Captain America museum exhibit where you work and dress up as the 1940′s showgirls.

“How in the world did I let you talk me into this?” You groaned as you rode in the passenger’s seat of Lilly’s car. You were coming up on the road that everyone in the city knew led to the Avenger’s Compound. You seriously couldn’t believe you’d let her talk you into actually going there. You were certain the Avengers were just being polite when they had invited you both over. They were celebrities. It’s not like they let just anyone through their gates. A fact that Lilly was about to find out.

“Hi, this is Lilly Albright and [Y/N] [Y/L/N], we’re from the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian.” She explained to the security box at the end of the Avenger’s gate.

To your equal horror and surprise, the gate opened. As it turned out, the Avengers do just let anyone through their gate. Lilly parked her car in the lot she’d been instructed to and together you walked towards the compound’s closest entrance. Tony Stark was waiting for you both by the door.

“Lilly, [Y/N].” He hugged each of you as if you were all old friends. The whole thing was a little too much of an out of body experience for your liking. “Just in time, we were about to have dinner. Are you hungry? What am I taking about? You’re coming from work. Of course, you’re hungry!” Tony waved you both inside and led you through the Compound’s series of winding labyrinth like hallways.

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When Yuri!!! on Ice was first beginning, it was compared endlessly to Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, but now that both shows are completed, does that comparison hold up?

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