ducks in a line

Days don’t go as plans don’t go as days. Lists don’t go as listed don’t go as orderly lines of ducks not sheep either.

I want it all to collapse and I want it all to stay together. It has already all collapsed it is already all together.

I have trust in my pocket mistrusting it like it was put there by a stranger but I have trust in my pocket.

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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So I’d been thinking

If you talk to any one of Ryan’s friends they’ll literally say hes the nicest person EVER!

I mean:

Here’s a written statement from Daniel:

Vicky said he was the nicest sweetest person ever when someone I asked her how Ryan was earlier this week during a livestream she also said he seemed as if he was lining his “ducks in a row” for something *cough* starmaker *cough*

We’ve all seen that one twitter post chain on tumblr where Ryan says he wouldn’t be able to do anything without his fans.

We’ve all seen that one tumblr post of an old LJ screenshot of someone saying Ryan’s bed was so full of plushies because he REFUSED to get rid of any of them.

We’ve also all seen that tumblr post where someone was apparently trying to give him a teddy bear during the TYV era to which Ryan said “What did I do to deserve this?”

We’ve all seen that gif of Ryan accepting a bracelet from a fan during TYV.

We’ve all seen Pete’s tweet that says he still talks to Ryan and never regrets meeting him.

So my question is:

After all that, all the primary evidence that TELLS us Ryan is the human form of sunshine.


A temp I barely knew was actively trying to get me fired behind my back.

This happened a while ago but decided to post today as she rang a member of the office and used the threat of unfair dismissal claim if she wasn’t given a good reference. Not sure if it belongs in here or not.

TL:DR An office temp I’d spoken to a handful of times conspires to have me fired without my knowledge. It’s a very long story so be warned it’s a bit of a vent.

So, we had a temp covering maternity leave that turned out to be a bit of a nutjob. She was EA to Deputy CEO and seemed to think this gave her some sort of status. We’ll call her the temp. I’d spoken to her twice maybe three and was incredibly nice; I make it my business to be nice to everyone. What she didn’t know is that from about a week after she started I knew she was sending daily complaints (all unfounded and untrue) to my manager about me. My manager and I get on socially and professionally and he was dumbfounded by her doing this. I still have no idea, why she did it to me either and until today I’d put her out of my mind.

We are talking 3 or 4 complaints a day and asking for stuff to be taken further and why wasn’t I getting warned/reprimanded, whatever?

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Originally posted by themosthumanpower

Thor x Young!Reader

“Guys incoming!” Tony yelled as something hurtled towards the group.

“I’ve got it!” Thor called out, reaching his hand out for Mjölnir. “What?” He gasped when it whizzed past him.

“We could use some help!” Steve yelled, raising the shield when something came flying towards him, steadying his feet as he was forced back a little.

“It would appear Mjölnir is not cooperating.” Thor sighed, looking around for where the hammer could hurtle from.

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Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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Flower Child

Thank you to a reader for submitting this idea.

oh gosh Harry with a son is so cute maybe one in which his son has a crush in a little girl from his preschool and he goes to backyard to got flowers and he hide them in his little backpack to give her and he does everyday until one day Harry finds flowers in his backpack and ask him about it ❤️

What started as a blurb has spiraled into over 2k of fluff and daddy Harry, so I hope you all enjoy! -xoxo S

Harry’s car idled by the curb as he patiently waited for the dashboard clock in his Range Rover to hit noon. It was rare that he was able to pick up his son from school, but the days his schedule allowed for it were some of his favorites. With the new baby at home, he had to make more time for pick ups and drop offs, which he didn’t mind one bit. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the faint beat pulsing through the car and checked his phone for a message update from you on whether the new member of your family had willingly gone down for a nap.

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Headliner- Bucky x Reader

Requested by: @aspoonfuloflanguage! Thanks, love!

“53 + 57 for the writing prompt thing. Either with Bucky or Sam? I’m kinda feelin the angst 🙈 but if it works out a fluffy ending would be nice :) “

Prompts: 53.  “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”  +  57. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

Notes/Warnings: Guilt, mentions of death, vomiting, crying.

Originally posted by babeyourmine

 You sat with your cheek resting in the palm of your hand, poking at your dinner with your fork. You weren’t really even present at the dinner table, your mind was drifting to your last mission with Steve and Nat. Things had taken a turn for the worst when a few civilians were used for ransom. You couldn’t stop thinking about it but at the same time you wish you could just forget.

 “Hey,” Bucky’s voice snapped you to attention and you straightened in your chair. Bucky put down the paper he had been reading and looked you in the eyes. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

 Your eyes darted to the paper next to his plate. You loved the old fashioned part of him that still read the paper instead of reading everything online. The smile that had pricked at the corners of your mouth disappeared when your eyes registered the headline.

 “Disaster in Naples: Family murdered in home. Police are baffled.

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Pairing: Kang Daniel/reader (third person)

Word count: 3,775

Rating: 18+ for language, vanilla sexual content, cat facts and shitty jokes/outdated memes

Summary: It’s the hottest day of the year but that’s not to say that things can’t get hotter

A/N: This is just self-indulgent, unedited porn because the thirst is too fucking real my dudes

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Brothers - Tommy Shelby

Request: Please can you do a Tommy/John fic were the reader is the only person that can calm them down when they are angry/upset and when they get themselves worked up the reader comforts him and it’s all fluffy and sweet 😭 sorry if it’s all jumbled 😂😂 P.s you’re writing is amazing <3 </i>- @ducks-are-kwl

Request: Could you write something in the lines of tommy being jealous over the reader being close friends with john even after they are together? Thanks!

Request: hey i’m the anon who asked for the tommy shelby smut and i just wanted to say it’s totally ok if you don’t like writing that and that i would love the jealous tommy cause honestly that’s what I was most looking forward to tbh

Brothers - Tommy Shelby 

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” John asked, stopping in the kitchen on his way out of the betting shop that night.  

You were sat at the table with Finn, watching the youngest Shelby for Polly while she was out. “No, I’ve no plans. What do you need?" 

For as long as you could remember you had been around the Shelbys. Growing up you and John were close friends. Your mother and his used to talk about the two of you marrying each other someday. You were like his shadow all through childhood. When John started going with Martha parts of your relationship changed but you remained close friends. You were there for him when she died and you took care of his children when he went away to war.  

"I’m taking Lizzie out tomorrow night and need someone to watch after the kids.” He explained. “Pol doesn’t like it but I need someone to help with them and Lizzie’s great." 

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