• Me before Stranger Things: I literally do not have a single maternal bone in my body *sees a child* oh gross
  • Me after Stranger Things: This is my beloved daughter, Eleven, blood of my blood and light of my life. I've enrolled her in the best school in our district, I make sure she eats three wholesome meals a day, she's always in bed before 10, with the door left ajar, the hall light on, and a nightlight on by the bed and if you so much as breathe in her direction I will FUCKING END YOU.
Inconvenient curses to put on people

When cursing people please remember the rule of three. this is mostly just for fun :)

1. May your mother come to talk to you, and then leave your door slightly ajar, so that you have to get up and close it.

2. May every sock you wear be slightly rotated, just enough for it to be uncomfortable.

3. May the chocolate chips in your cookies always turn out to be raisins.

4. May both sides of your pillow be warm.

5. May your article load that extra little bit as you’re about to click a link so you click an ad instead.

6. May you forever feel your cellphone vibrating in the pocket it’s not even in.

7. May you not be able to get an erection without thinking about Steve Buscemi

8. May you always get up from your computer with your headphones still attached.

9. May you always hear the last 5 seconds of your favorite song when getting into your car

10. May your life be as pleasant as you are.

11. May the tool you need RIGHT NOW disappear only to reappear when you use an inferior tool

12. May your chair produce a sound similar to a fart, but only once, such that you cannot reproduce it to prove that it was just the chair.

13. May you always forget why you walked into a room

14. May your five year old neighbor have their violin lessons during all of your hangovers.

15. May your sock always slip down onto your foot at the most inconvenient time

16. May you have your laptop charge all night without noticing the cord isn’t plugged in the wall.

17.May the person in front of you always be going a tad too slow

18. May your return calls always go unanswered, even though you literally just f*cking called me, Kyle.

19. May the belt loop of your pants always get stuck on a door handle

20. May you always step in a wet spot after putting on fresh socks.

21. May your tea be too hot when you receive it, and too cold by the time you remember it’s there.

22. May you always see people eat string cheese like regular cheese

23.. May your cookie always be slightly too large to fit inside your glass of milk.

24. May your shoelace always break when you’re tying your shoe in a hurry

25. May the pin of the bathroom stall never reach the lock to close the door.

26. May the person in front of you in line always let other people cut in front of them

27. May all your Facebook notifications be game invites.

28. May you never be quite certain whether that pressure is a fart or poop.

29 May it always be poop

30. May your spoon always slip and sink under the hot soup you’re eating.

31. May people always say “chachacha” in between the verses of the happy birthday song on your birthday.

32. May the corner of your fitted bedsheet always slip off

33. May you always have to get up to pee when you’re really comfortable

34. May your youtube videos take way too long to load

35. May your headphone cords always be tangled

36. May the hairdresser always cut your hair a tad too short

37. 38 May you always have the feeling that someone is looking over your shoulder

38. May your eye twitch, for a very short time, several times throughout the day

39. May someone always change the settings on your chair

40. May the people you eat with be very loud chewers.

I got the idea for this from buzzfeed, A lot of them I thought of and some I got off the internet :)

Ponder looked at the Library doors. A big strip of black and yellow tape had been stuck across them, along with a sign saying: Danger, Do Notte Enter in Any Circumftances. It was now hanging off, and the doors were ajar. This was no surprise. Any true wizard, faced with a sign like ‘Do not open this door. Really. We mean it. We’re not kidding. Opening this door will mean the end of the universe’ would automatically open the door in order to see what all the fuss was about. This made signs rather a waste of time, but at least it meant that when you handed what was left of the wizard to his grieving relatives you could say, as they grasped the jar, 'We told him not to.’
—  Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

She promised to beware; but when she was left alone, she began to think and to wonder what there could be in the second room, and at last she could not help setting the door a little ajar, just to peep in, when—Pop! out flew the Moon.

[fr. East of the Sun and West of the Moon: Old Tales from the North, by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Engebretsen Moe; illustrated by Kay Nielsen]

Assassins!AU - Person A of your OTP is a skilled Assassin with years of experience under their belt. One day, Person B, a fellow Assassin, walks into their house when they found the door slightly ajar. As soon as B walks inside, Person A drops from the ceiling and pins B to the ground, pointing a weapon at B’s nose. A then drops the weapon and proceeds to have a very heated make-out session with B.
BONUS: They then have a playfight in order to determine who gets to be the dominant for the ‘session.’


Jenny Ayrton

My name is Jenny Ayrton, I capture miniature wonderlands in molten glass; tiny stage-sets upon you may project your own story. Many of my scenes have a domestic twist and are directly influenced by my surroundings. I have a young daughter and whenever possible I try to see the world from her viewpoint, I find inspiration in the mundane and overlooked; a washing line blowing wildly on the first day of spring, an unknown couple on a park bench, a door ajar giving just a glimpse of what lies within…

Images and text via  Jenny Ayrton

Be a Good Boy (M)

REQUEST: I’d like a scenario w/ jungkook or suga where you are the dominant and ya know, orgasm denial and such. Like them being so into it they almost cry. Wtf is wrong with me honestly



“Jungkook!” you yell in the middle of the hallway announcing your return from work. Quietly tiptoeing up the stairs, you crane your neck to see the living room light off only the dim light of a lamp bringing light in the room with the door slightly ajar.

You quietly make your way to the bedroom door, making sure not to let Jungkook hear you. Soft moans and groans escape through Jungkook’s lips. Your eyes widen when you realize what he is doing. “Y/N.” He moans out softly, a smirk replacing your ‘o’ shaped mouth.

“You called?” You say huskily as you make yourself visible to him.

“Y/N, I can explain!” He says as he quickly pulls his hand out of his pants.

You’d always enjoyed making Jungkook stutter. You had taken his first time and he had been nervous as ever the lights were off in your room and he mumbled apology after apology at how quick he had come but you loved it all the same however You’d never been intimate with Jungkook since he had always been busy with schedules and when you suggested it he put it off due to how tired he was now. Jungkook was the perfect submissive. He didn’t know enough to question anything and he hadn’t a clue what punishment awaited him if he disobeyed you. He was new and innocent and he looked so good when he tried to hide his arousal.

You start to palm him slowly, putting slightly more pressure as he starts to squirm in his seat. You can feel his eyes on you as you start to unbutton his jeans, “Eyes on me baby.”

“What are you d- oh?” He cuts himself off with a moan when you finally wrap your hand around his bare cock. You can’t help but smile in victory when he involuntarily bucks his hips up, putting your hair behind your ear before you lean down.

“Fuck, you can’t- what are you doing Y/N, are you sure you don’t have t-”

“Shut up and relax baby okay?” You say, cutting his rambling off with a stroke of your hand that has him cursing your name.

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When Sam and Dean return to the bunker after a long fight, bandaged and bruised, Cas is there to greet them. Dean walks straight into his arms and collapses, silent, and the angel slips his fingers through brown strands of hair, whispering calming sounds into the older Winchester’s ear.

They don’t say anything.

And later, when Sam passes by Dean’s room, the door open and ajar, and peeks in to see the angel curled up next to his brother, trenchcoat laid haphazardly over them both, he just shuts the door and thinks about how tangled their legs were, and how at peace Dean finally looked.

He doesn’t say anything.

A few days later, Sam wakes up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and something sweet. He stumbles into the kitchen, hair a mess and barefoot, to see Deansmiling. Genuinely smiling, with no broken pain hidden behind those pearly white teeth or no aching heart behind those bright green eyes. His arm is on Castiel’s, demonstrating by physically showing him how to properly flip a pancake as not to splatter the batter everywhere. Their touch lingers before he pulls away to greet Sam.

He doesn’t say anything.

It’s winter now, and Sam wakes up in the middle of the night, mouth parched, only to find the pair he’d been travelling with dancing slowly in the dark to some Christmas song – probably put on by Cas – with steaming mugs of hot cocoa left on the counter, forgotten about. He stares for a bit, then smiles, and walks right back to his room.

The next day, he doesn’t say anything.

Cas loses his grace, and everything gets quiet. None of them speak much anymore, though the battle they had long fought was won recently. Sam tries to help Cas, but nothing seems to work, and every now and then he can hear the ex-angel crying into his brother’s shoulder. He believes he even sees Dean kiss his forehead every now and then, rubbing his back as he shows him the finer things in humanity.

They don’t say anything.

Sam has a dog now, a border collie that is a year old. On the way out, he passes by Dean’s room, door closed, and hears familiar noises coming from within. He figures Dean must really be teaching Cas the “finer things” of humanity, and grins on his way out, happy for the unestablished couple.

He doesn’t say anything.

Dean shows him a ring, small and silver, with two dates etched into the inside. One was the day he and Cas had met, their relationship rough and hostile. The other was the day that Sam assumed they confessed to each other, the day they realized how hard it is to find what they had in this life and threw away all their qualms with the subject. Sam congratulates him, promising to support him all the way. Cas walks in and the box is shoved in a pocket, and beer on the table is drank.

They don’t say anything.

He proposes, and it’s accepted with a teary-eyed Cas, who still doesn’t quite understand the concept of marriage (but Dean promises to explain it). Nonetheless, the two are happily engaged, matching silver bands on their ring fingers. Sam watches them leave for bed early, closing the door behind them with drunken giggles from the used champagne glasses that lay on the table.

He doesn’t say anything.

Not many people show, after all most are six feet in the ground by now, but the wedding is nice nonetheless. Flowers of all kinds are assorted amongst white cloths, and a pastor has them repeat their vows. Sam is the best man, so of course he has the best position: standing right beside Dean as his two companions declare the marriage official with a kiss. And this time, he hears it. The three special words.

“I love you.”

Years later he is sitting in his front yard, the same border collie laying next to him. He eyes the red shirt walking up his driveway, and a man in black following behind. He greets Dean and Cas, and they talk for hours, eating TV dinners and drinking beer and watching a re-run of some cop show, just like the old days. They reminisce and look back on their lives, thinking about the past and how far they have come. And finally, Sam takes a breath, smiles at the two, and says it.

“I’m proud of us.”