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If Ben & Sophie were in a 1970s movie together

catty-words  asked:

raven reyes' wardrobe though: her adorable and puffy red jacket. that tattered blue t-shirt that looked so cozy and well-worn. her space suit, especially the raven-imprinted helmet. her boots (especially in the scene where she first steps foot on a bed of crunchy autumn leaves). that white henley shirt with the grey sleeves that's just like A++ and too much for my bi ass. those fingerless gloves she wears for maybe an episode (madonna ain't got nothing on raven).

you asked for this, so expect it to be long. lets geek out about raven’s wardrobe and her general otherwordly fashion sense because goddamn the fashion police is trying to get to her all the time wanting to give her some advice, but? she always looks good.

let’s start with this one

if your otp is raven x a dark greenish sweater vest ft. fingerless gloves then welcome to the club. the ecology between her and this outfit largely revolves around the fact that raven is a smartass. the statement she makes with it: ‘I’m gonna find out your secret and then i’m gonna fuck you up’. why else do you think her gloves are so long? her detecting skillz are on point. the observer is aware and she is going to go hard. also, check the color coordination. she clearly knows her style, a specialist in the arts of colors for sure.

the famous red bomber jacket aka raven’s new clothing line called ‘i’m gonna rip you to shreds’

raven’s clothes are like chopping up onions. they are layered and you end up crying a lot - tears of joy of course. sometimes you wonder if raven’s clothes are just a part of her body anyway because how does one look so cute and fierce with a red bomber at the same time, let alone during a mission? the damn chemistry… it’s not even science anymore. raven x red jacket is pure passion and their love is going to cut you like a razor (watch out alie, she’s coming for you). also, color scheme! red jacket plus well-worn and cozy blue tattered shirt! u know what that means? raven is actually bi. BI.

a little bird in space

whenever i see raven in her space suit i forget that earth is filled with some spooky things like mutated animals or reapers. because why the fuck have that, when you can have this

she just looks super cute in it. how she works a space helmet with her signature on it because yes this is raven fucking reyes in space, the little bird. the lil sticker with her name on it that finn gave her, how big the space boots look, like where the hell are her feet? she is so tiny and you just wanna hug and protect her but goddamn you don’t really need to, because space makes her feel good. the suit makes her feel good. she looks the happiest when she is wearing it, when she gets to explore space in it, see the world from a whole new angle. that’s the thing about the suit. it looks heavy, but raven makes it appear so weightless because she feels so weightless when she is wearing it, just getting to float around (yes, the irony of that word doesn’t escape me), and enjoy life in its fullest. i think we can all agree that she deserves more spacewalks, and less pain. the things i’d do for raven to find the Polaris pod in polis tbh.

moving on.

they say the problems never end, but you know what else really never ends? raven’s great fashion sense. and raven x shirts is what dreams are made of

raven in a dark red wine t-shirt? check

raven in a classic henley shirt with dark grey sleeves? check

raven being so extra and owning a hollister sporty burnout v-neck shirt that looks just a bit different from the henley with the grey sleeves? check

raven in a black tank top with flexing muscles? check. also, you see alie in the bg right? the thing is, alie never controlled raven. raven is actually in control of alie. that woman is so attracted to the unknown magnetic force of raven’s outfits (its fucking raw magnetism i swear), especially that tank top and those arms, that she’s practically hypnotized. alie only knows fashion from ‘bratz fashion boutique’ for the nintendo DS, she’s never seen anyone dress like this before. so in her eyes it ain’t even science anymore, it’s a whole new world. and leave it to raven to dess- i mean, fight like a genius. she’s got this.

or this one? ravens got a thing for darker sleeves. i told you she appreciates color coordination, it sustains her.

also, skinny jeans are out they say. time for raven to hit the streets

the green pants are my aesthetic and the details you can see on the jeans in the picture to your right is my kink.

and then raven’s boots.

her presence is undeniable *crunch crunch* girl is never out of style. also, who needs leg warmers when you can just tug your hands into your boots??? she is about to become the greatest fashion icon, watch her (if she isnt already duh).

one of these days she’s going to bring back heelys and everyone will actually love her for it. cause raven can make everything cool.

anonymous asked:

QUICK what's the most Aesthetically pleasing color of ice cream

MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICECREAM WITH HOT CHOCOLATE FUDGE AND NUTS AND WHIP CREAM WITH A BIG RED CHERRY ON TOP.

So light greenish turquoise, dark brown, light yellow, white, and red?

You know what's a great whump scenario?

Strep. I know, sounds simple, but hear me out, because this is based on a true story.

So say character get injured. Injured to the point of breaking a bone. Let’s say, for the whump perspective and fun story writing, they got badly injured in a fight. Arm or leg specifically. So they go get it bandaged up and set, and leave to recuperate. A few days later they come down with a case of T throat. Nothing too terrible, just a mild fever, huge glands, sore throat, the works. The suddenly it gets worse. Super high fever, vomiting, severe pain and swelling of the broken limb, but they can’t see it under the cast. The person is rushed to the hospital when the fever gets too high and the pain gets too much. They take off the cast to see dark red and greenish spreading beneath the skin, some black too. It looks terrible. The person is practically already out cold from the fever and pain, and the doctors talk quickly to the medical proxy then quickly sedate the person and go into surgery. When the person wakes up their limb is gone. The doctors had to amputate to save their lives. Queue terrible freak outs and lots of comfort. Maybe some phantom pains for good measure.

(This prompt is actually based in fact; I have seen it happen. A lot more boringly, perhaps, but it still happened. What many people don’t know is the streptococcus bacteria can cause, in specific circumstances, a lethal and fast spreading infection known as necrotizing fasciitis. Amputation was their only solution, since often the infection (as in, up to a third of the time) strep is only a part of a cocktail of bacteria including MRSA. In his case, it was. Thus, amputation before it can spread through the bloodstream.)

Daddy's Little Girl

Imagine you and Sam raising your baby girl together.

Author’s Note: Reader request for “Sam x reader raising their child together fluff.” Not a whole lot of storyline but I threw in a little angst. Mostly just adorable fluff about Sam being a daddy. I hope I didn’t miss anything because I had to rewrite this from memory which really pisses me off but oh well! Would have been up an hour ago, sorry for the delay. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Warnings: None? Wow that’s a first haha

Forgot to tag: requested by the-fandom-garrison

 I rolled over to face the alarm clock and squinted through the darkness. The greenish glow of the numbers was enough to bring a tear to my eye. 2:30AM. It hadn’t even been a half hour since the last time. I groaned and prayed that the crying noise from the opposite side of the room was just my exhausted imagination. This baby was satisfied by nothing, not even our trip around the house filled with lullabies and stories. I changed her, I rocked her, I fed her, I begged her… nothing was working. I could almost feel the dark bags beginning to form under my eyes from lack of sleep. The sobbing intensified, proof that there was no ignoring my responsibility. Something about that noise made every instinct in me prickle with uneasiness. I had heard some terrible sounds in my years of hunting, but a baby’s tears was the most unsettling.

I swung my feel over the edge of the bed and inhaled deeply, desperate for the strength that I lacked. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this. I was never awake any more, and never asleep. To be honest, being a mother was a lot more taxing that I expected. I rubbed my eyes and blindly stumbled towards the other side of the room. When my vision adjusted to the darkness I stopped in my tracks. A large silhouette was blocking my view of the crib, looking like nothing more than tall shadow. I instinctively reached for the knife taped under the changing table to my left, a necessary precaution for a family of hunters. Before my fingers touched the handle of the blade my ears were met by a satisfying noise. Silence. The baby stopped crying and my heart skipped a beat. The figure in front of me turned to the side, their wide arms cradling my child against their chest. It didn’t take long for me to recognize the outline and I sighed in relief. The man’s shaggy hair shaded his face as he bent down to kiss Mary’s head.

“Sam?” He turned to me and placed a finger to his mouth. I could see his teeth reflect the small amount of the light in the room and knew he was smiling. Renewed hope pumped through my veins as I drew close to the two loves of my life. Sam was rocking our child with gentleness strange to his towering frame.

“You’re home early, I didn’t expect you till tomorrow.” I whispered to him and wrapped my arms around his back, nestling my face into the soft fabric of his shirt. His smell made me feel weak but his presence made me strong. The baby in his arms was fast asleep, her littlefingers clutching at the blanket she was swaddled in.

“We finished up early. Thought I’d surprise you and Mary.” Sam pulled from my grip to turn and plant a kiss on my lips. I wished I had the energy for something more than a peck. I held his jaw in my hands for a moment, my forehead rested against his with eyes closed.

“I missed you.” He responded with another kiss and shifted the baby in between us. We both took a moment to stare down at her in mutual amazement. Maybe it was my imagination but it seemed like she was already developing features similar to her father’s. Little dimples were forming on her small cheeks, like those of the smiling man in front of me.

“She’s growing so fast, I don’t want to miss a thing.” I glanced up at Sam and saw the bittersweet adoration in his eyes. He was going to be such a good father, even if he was on the road more lately.

“You won’t. She always waits for her Daddy.”

*

Nine months later I sat in the living room with my laptop on the table across from me. The internet connection was spotty, but I could still see Sam’s face moving and hear Dean somewhere in the background.

“Can you see us?” I raised Mary up a little higher in my lap and she giggled at the screen in front of her. Her dark brown hair was starting to curl on the ends where it had grown longer. I hoped Sam could see all those little details that had changed since he was home last.

“Hey baby girl, Daddy’s here. You’re getting so big!” The video feed skipped a beat and made Mary’s eyes grow wide.

“Hey kid, it’s Uncle Dean. You remember me? I’m the fun one.” Dean fought his way into the frame but Sam was too preoccupied with talking to his daughter to notice.

“I miss you so much. I can’t wait to get home and never put you down… I’m going to bring you some surprises to open.” Mary cooed and I kissed her cheek, pleased that she seemed to recognize her father. Secretly I was terrified that one day Sam would come home to a child who didn’t know who he was. While he was on the road she was growing like a weed, each day less familiar with the man who she so resembled. I never tucked her into bed without a story of her daddy and what a hero he was. I filled her learning mind with his praises.

“Well speaking of surprises, we have something to show you, don’t we Mary?” I grinned at Sam and rose out of the chair to kneel on the carpet behind us. There was at least two feet between where I stood and the laptop. The infant’s fingers gripped mine tightly as I raised her up on her wobbled legs and held her erect. Sam’s face was as close to the screen and it could get.

“Can she walk? Did she walk without me?” His voice was anxious but I didn’t respond to him right away, and instead stepped forward slightly with the child. Little feet copied my moments, hands still held up by mine. “That’s it! Come here baby girl, come see daddy.” Sam’s voice was sweet as honey as he coaxed the infant from miles away. She giggled and stared at the video in fascination, one foot creeping forward again. I could feel her desire to go on further in the way she leaned slightly, but I wasn’t going to move this time.

“Go on honey, go see Daddy.” The chair in front of the laptop as only a foot away now, an easy distance even for someone new to walking. Mary pulled at my fingers in frustration and kept her eyes on the man ahead. When I resisted her, she stepped one leg out. Her body wobbled once before she did the same with the opposite, and soon she was too far to cling to my support. In that beautiful moment she released me and went forward. Just like that she took another clunky step on her own and grabbed the chair. I felt pangs of fear and sadness with my pride, I wasn’t ready to let her go. I could see the pixelated tear running down Sam’s cheek and knew he felt the same.

*

When awoke I was immediately aware of the empty space beside me. I grasped at the sheets and searched for any sign of my husband.

“Sam?” I had to consciously think back to the day before and try to recall whether or not he was home. The nights of being alone and then having him to hold me all blurred together sometimes. I pulled the oversized shirt tighter to my cold body as I walked to the window. Through the fluttering curtains I could see the shiny edges of the Impala parked below. I wasn’t imagining things, Sam was here somewhere.

I crept through the house and wondered if he and Dean were drinking downstairs. I passed in front of Mary’s room and peeked inside as I was used to doing. Her room was littered with trinkets and stuffed animals, most of which gifts from her father. I don’t think there was ever a hunt that Sam returned from empty handed. When my eyes drifted to the twin bed in the corner I folded my arms and smiled.

Two long legs were hanging off the edge, their owner barely fitting on the mattress. Our child was fast asleep in the arms of an equally unconscious Sam. A book titled “Celtic Lore” was gripped in one of his hands, he must have been reading to her. She loved his story times and always begged him for more. I hated the thought that one day we’d have to explain to Mary that those stories weren’t just stories. Someday she would have to find out that her father’s tales were actually true. Dean advised us to do it soon, while she was still young, but we wanted to enjoy this innocence just a little longer.

I moved quietly across the floor and pulled the wrinkled blanket up over the two of them. I wasn’t going to wake Sam up, not tonight. There was never a better reason for me to have to sleep alone than this.

*

When Dean offered to take Mary out for ice cream I hesitated. As an Uncle he was fantastic, but I still balked at the idea of him being in full care of my daughter. If she grew up loving Metallica and refusing to eat anything but pie Sam would have a fit. Eventually I surrendered to Dean’s reassurances and watched as he bucked an excited little girl into the backseat of the Impala. Mary had probably ridden in that vehicle more than I had lately. I ran my finger along Sam’s hunting knife that he had left on the table. The cold steel felt distantly familiar. I picked it up by the handle and passed it between my palms, weighing its balance and length. I had long ago traded my hunting gear for kitchen utensils and cleaning supplies. I missed the freedom of the road, the challenge, the adrenaline. In my dreams I was still a hunter running alongside the Winchesters through hell, hounds, and gunfire. It was selfish to want that life back, but I did. 

“You miss it?” Startled, I placed the blade back on the counter quickly. Sam was standing behind me, eyebrows raised. His fingers worked to button up the shirt that was thrown over his shoulders. I could tell he was concerned, his lips pressed tightly in a line and eyes searching.

“Oh, no. I’m just remembering. Wonder if I’ve still ‘got it’, you know.” He didn’t seem convinced and stepped foreword. Two hands came to rest on my waist to hold me still while he examined me. I was just wearing my robe, but he looked at me like I was dressed in something designer. After all these years together redness still rose to my cheeks under that hungry gaze.

“I don’t believe you.” I shrugged and straightened his collar, buttoning the little circles he had missed. He watched me work my way up his torso. I could feel his breath on my hair and see his chest expanding slowly. I wished every day went this way.

“Y/N…” He stopped my hands and turned my chin upwards. I could hear the pleading in his voice. “Be honest with me.” He swallowed and grazed my cheek with his thumb. “Are you happy like this? Raising Mary at home, me being gone so much?” He broke eye contact and stared down at the hand that held one of mine. I could sense the sadness in his touch as his fingers caressed my knuckles.

“Of course I’m happy, Sam. How could you ask that? I love our little family.” He smiled at my words but I could tell that he was still chewing the inside of his lip.

“I feel like I stole something from you… now that you don’t hunt with us anymore.” A pang of regret twisted in my chest. He was absolutely right, I felt like a piece of me was missing. The transition from a hunter into a mother hadn’t been everything I had hoped for. Someone had to stay with Mary, and Sam was always on edge whenever I was in danger. He never hesitated to remind me that us both hunting was selfish. We could leave our daughter an orphan. I tried to act like he wasn’t speaking exactly what was on my mind.

“Oh don’t say that. I knew what having the baby meant, Sam. Besides, it’s our responsibility to stay safe for her. Do you really want Dean to be our parental back up plan?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at that, even though the suggestion that we might both die was dark. We were used to the idea.

“Still. I don’t want you to be unhappy. I wish I could be home more lately.” He kissed my forehead gently, his lips pausing to stay pressed to the skin there. A hundred nights alone was worth this moment.

“I don’t want to be the absent father… I don’t want to be my father.” He almost whispered the words, as if he was afraid they might come true if said aloud. With my head tucked protectively into his neck, I could feel him swallow back the emotions that still rose about his childhood. When he found out I was pregnant that was his greatest fear. He was terrified of raising a baby in this world, in this life.  

"You are nothing, nothing, like your father.” I made sure to look him straight in the eyes as I spoke. His brow was pulled together in sadness, jaw clenched so tightly that I could see every outline of the tendons there.

"You are the best Daddy in the whole world, just ask Mary. She loves you so much, and more importantly, she knows how much you love her too.” Sam sighed and pulled me tightly to his chest, arms nearly crushing me with love. He didn’t seem to know how to respond so just I ran my hands over the muscles of his back and rubbed his tense shoulders till he relaxed into my embrace.

*

A while later I heard the Impala in the driveway, followed by a crash as the front door flew open and Mary bolted inside. Her brown hair streamed behind her and ice cream stains still patched her mouth and the front of her dress. I’d have to talk to Dean about that. As soon as her wide eyes caught sight of Sam she ran to him, and he dropped to his knees to catch her in his arms.

“Daddy! Uncle Dean let me have two scoops!” The man in the doorway cleared his throat and blushed in guilt. I glared at him but Sam could only laugh and pick Mary up under her arms. As he raised her high above his head, laughter as pure as the sound of church bells echoed throughout the room. Mary’s words were rushed as she recounted every single detail of their trip to the store. I could tell that the amazement on Sam’s face as he listened was genuine, he really did want to hear all of her story.

My heart swelled with pride as I watched them together. I didn’t know how we were going to raise this little girl, who was more angel than the angels I knew. Somehow we would do it. Somehow we, three parentless hunters, would give her the childhood we never had.

“I’m so glad you’re home Daddy.” Mary threw her arms around his neck in the widest hug she could give his massive frame. Dean and I were the only ones that could see the tears glistening on Sam’s cheeks as he responded after a long pause.

“Me too baby girl, me too.”

  • Louis: *digging around in his closet for a jacket. Hey, Haz?
  • Harry: *practicing his mascot moves in the bathroom mirror. Yeah babes?
  • Louis: Remember that like, long, dark greenish, jacket I wore like ages ago?
  • Harry: *hip thrusts and fist pumps. Kinda, yeah. Why?
  • Louis: Do you think it made me look tall? Like in the five, nine-ish sorta range?
  • Harry: *too distracted with dog costume excitement. Sure Lou, super.
  • Louis: *whispers to himself. Ace.