Fun things about walking home at 1am with music in your headphones and alcohol in your system:
- there’s no one around to see you skipping up the road all silly-like
- the streetlights make everything look like Halloween
- nothing MATTERS
You loved that man but you didn’t understand why it took him 45 minutes to do his hair. It was literally 2 inches long.
As you looked around the living room making sure you had everything you needed to spend the day over at Mary and John’s you spotted the gift bag that had ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ written on it. Knowing Dean would probably walk right out the front door and forget it you sat it beside your bag.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. I’m ready.” Dean said as he was walking down the stairs rolling up the sleeves on his red flannel.
“Finally. I put your mothers gift by my bag so we wouldn’t forget to grab it. I think we have everything else we need already in the car.”
“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on road!”
Rolling your eyes at him you grabbed your bag and Mary’s present as you walked out the door.
Thirty minutes later you were pulling up to their house. As you were walking up the sidewalk you seen Sam and Jess’s car parked in the driveway.
“I’m glad someone was here on time.” You say hoping that Dean was close enough to hear you.
“Maybe Sam wasn’t as lucky as I was last night.” Winking at you as he walked past you to open the door.
“This is true” you say matter-of-factly.
“We’re here” Dean announced just as Mary came around the corner.
“Happy Mother’s Day mom” Dean told his mother as he gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she moved from Dean to you. “Hi Y/N, How are you sweetheart?”
“I’m fine Mrs. Winchester-”
“How many times have I got to tell you it’s Mary. Come on in.”
Following Mary through the house she leads you to the dining room where you see Sam and John sitting down at the table.
“Hey Dad. Hey Sam.” Dean said walking past them and to the fridge to grab a beer.
“Hey guys!” You say as Sam pulls you into a hug.
“Hey Y/N, Did you guys get lost?” Sam says jokingly.
“Ha, Why don’t you ask Dean why we were late?”
Just as you had hoped everyone looked right over at Dean.
“Sam wants to know why were late. Do you want to tell 'em or should I?”
“There’s nothing to tell.” He says nonchalantly before taking a long drink of his beer.
“Oh so you spending 45 minutes on your hair is just normal?”
“Wait so that’s why you were late?!” Sam said shock and laughter lacing his words.
“Now thay my work here is done I’m going to go see if your mom needs help in the kitchen.”
“Hey Mary I was wondering if you needed any help getting lunch ready?”
“Oh well John’s going to start the burgers soon and I think everything else has already been fixed and put in the fridge until it’s time to eat. So I think it’s all been taken care of.”
“Well in that case I have something I want to give to you. It’s a little mothers day present from me.”
Reaching down in your purse you pulled out a small box with ribbon around it.
“Honey you didn’t have to get me anything.” She says while she took the ribbon off and opened the box.
“Oh my god!” She said once she seen what was inside. “Are you pregnant?!”
“Yes! But Dean doesn’t know yet. I thought you’d like to be the one who tells him.”
“I’d love to tell him, but are you sure uou don’t want to?”
“I just want to there when you tell him.”
Just then Jess came into th kitchen.
“What is going on in here? I heard Mary holler and ”
“Y/N’s pregnant! But no one else knows so we gotts keep it hush hush for a little bit.”
“Oh my gosh Y/N congratulations!” Jess says while hugging you.
“Thanks. I’m so excited for Mary to tell Dean. He’s going to be so happy.”
A few minutes later you, Jess and Mary joined the guys outside.
“Ah there they are.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“You just missed an awesome story.” John chuckled from behind the grill.
“I don’t think I wanna know.” Mary said while walking over to check her husbands cooking.
“That’s probably for the best.” Dean said as you sat down beside him at the picnic table.
“Everything is ready except fir the burgers. So when those get done we can eat.” Mary mentioned as she sat down across from you.
Looking uo you seen Mary mouth the words “I’m going to do it soon” and you instantly gor nervous. You knew Dean wanted to be a dad even if he hadn’t said so. You seen the way he would look at little kids when you would pass by them in the supermarket or when you would see them playing with their food at a restaurant. The thought of that being one of your and Dean’s kids brought a smile to your face.
“So mom what’s it like having an entire day dedicated to you?” Sam asked
“Well it’s not just dedicated to me, but to every mother. Whether she is expecting, already has children, or has passed on.”
She answered Sam, looking casually at you when she said 'expecting’. You hoped no one else noticed and if they did you hoped that they wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Which reminds me, someone here has a very important announcement to make. But being the amazing daughter-in-law she is, decided to let me do the honours as a wonderful mother’s day present to me.”
She paused long enough to look around at everyone and then finally said, “John, were gonna be grandparents. Dean and Y/N are having a baby!” She practically jumped off the bench with excitement.
Dean looked over at you with a shocked expression on his face.“ You’re pregnant?!”
You were a little taken aback by his reaction. You thought he would be happy about this.“Y-yeah, I found out about two weeks ago and thought that it would make a nice mothers day present for your mom.”
While you were talking you noticed the expression on Dean’s face never changed. Soon he began running his fingers through his hair and you knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Hey do you wanna go talk inside?”
Without even taking a second thought he said yes and was halfway to the house before you had even gotten up.
“Dean you know you’re going to be an amazing dad, right?”
“How can you be so sure? You say all the time how I’m a silly man child.”
“Yes you can be a silly man child, but when you aren’t being adorably goofy you are the sweetest, most caring, selfless person I know and I’m so glad you are the father of my child.”
“I am pretty adorable.” He says with a cute smirk on his face. “I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”
“How do you think I felt when I found out? I took maybe four at home pregnancy tests and went to two different doctors. I still had a hard time believeing it!”
“You know as soon as we walk out there we are going be attacked with hugs right?” Dean said tilting his chin towards the backyard.
“Yeah, but were having a baby.” Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled your self close to him.
“We sure are.” He replied before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you.
Hi! I’m Shasta, and I was living on the streets, pregnant, when I found myself at the shelter. Then my beloved friends here at NorCal Bully Breed Rescue in Lincoln, California, took me in and gave me perfect care until my babies were born.
I was a wonderful mama and my babies all found equally wonderful homes, but that was four long years ago and I’m still waiting. Some people just have no imagination to see what a perfect good dog I am and how wonderful our lives would be if we were together!
I’m around 4 years old, very healthy, housetrained, friendly, good with kids and other dogs, and very mellow – hanging out with my humans is my favorite thing to do! I also give very excellent kisses.
So, what do you think? Can you help me find a home by reblogging me? Or do you want to meet me and try out one of my excellent kisses for yourself? I would be so happy if after all this time my person finally came!
You can talk to my friends about me at email@example.com… come on! I need your help… and I know you can’t turn down my puppy dog eyes!
I’ve had this request in my queue for like a month now - and I’m so irritated because my theater took Logan out of the lineup and I can’t go see it again. *sigh* Guess I’ll have to wait until it comes out on DVD!
This was requested by @drewkelliii : I hope it meets your expectations like we discussed!
Warnings: mentions of blood, Laura being Laura, and alot of decapitation
Take four flat stones from a bed of clear stream or from your own garden. Wash them clean in a solution of salt and water and leave them to dry.
Draw protective sigils or symbols on these four stones using a black ink.
Lay them on a table where four white candles are burning. Bring then to the table a vessel, containing a mixture of infusions brewed from protective herbs, best if they are under the dominion of the Earth element. You may use Cypress, Bistort, Loosestrife, Horehound or Vervain.
Into the vessel, immerse the stones, one by one, to empower them. As you do, speak the following:
“Stone of Earth, protect this space; Rid all negativity from this place. Allow no evil enter our circle round; May safety within our home be found.”
Set the stones within the four corners of your home to cast away any negative influences that may dare to wander and enter your abode.
A couple years before your incident, Jungkook stood in the
middle of Namjoon’s office and looked at the assignment. Your name accompanied
a small file folder of information that would be necessary for the guys to get
to you and the basics of what was happening in your life.
What the hell? He
asked Namjoon, who chuckled. I thought we
were supposed to be protecting people who actually had lives to protect. The
infuriated tone just made Namjoon shake his head, while Jungkook stood there, a
look of disbelief and anger glazed over his features.
Just because YOU don’t
know her name doesn’t mean that everyone doesn’t know her name. Just read up on
the assignment and we will go over the logistics in the meeting. Namjoon
said as he passed the maknae and patted him on the shoulder. Jungkook turned
around on his heels and walked out of the leader’s office. Their headquarters
was broken up by teams, with each team getting their own area to work and
research. Jungkook walked out of the large glass doors of Namjoon’s office into
the main area where a large conference table sat, then near it was a group of
desks, all huddled together with desktop computers and file folders strewn
throughout. The desks is where the six other guys on the team sat throughout
their days, usually passing along information and helping each other with
various research points.
Jungkook had been working with the team for a few months now
and they were only given temporary assignments. As bodyguards, they were forced
to put their lives on the line for so many different kinds of people. Diplomats,
politicians, and celebrities, all of them who came but then they were also
given various other people to protect that Jungkook really didn’t want to vow
to save. People who just needed protection for some reason or another. This was
Jungkook’s first permanent assignment, which meant that the team would be
working with you for more than a year, and he was being put on as the main
guard. But as he read your name over and over, he drew a blank as to who you
were. Finally, scooting into his desk, he pulled up google.
Alright, Y/N. He mumbled
to himself as he slowly typed the name into the search engine and suddenly a
large search sprouted up on his screen. Articles, photos, and speculation seemed
to emanate from you and Jungkook was suddenly intrigued.
Huh? He murmured.
From the articles, Jungkook was able to infer that you were a scientist who had
been working with a team of four other scientists on a secret international project.
His eyebrows scrunched up as he looked at the various articles that all
speculated why each scientist was turning up dead. Dr. Axel Müller
was found dead in his Berlin apartment. It looks as though it was linked to the
death of his cohort, Dr. Elissa Rossi. She was found dead in her home in Turin.
Jungkook read aloud as he started to see that you were the only remaining
member of the group. Dr. Lucas Silva was
found dead in his home in Manaus. The latest member to be found dead is Dr.
Marceau Laurent in his Paris apartment. The only person that remains from this
team is Y/N, she is currently in hiding after all of the scientists were slain
in their various homes. The link between all of them is this top secret project
that has still been kept under wraps. The four scientists were found in their
respective homes which has caused for even more speculation as to who the
killer is and if it is one person or a group of many.
Jungkook continued to read various articles that chronicled
the events. So all of these people are
just showing up dead and no one is wondering what this project is? He asked
the empty room, but that was the exact question on everyone’s lips. This
project was obviously causing for many to end up dead, so who was trying to
stop these scientists and why. The intercom came on as Namjoon called for the
group to convene at the conference table. Jungkook quickly printed out a spread
of the articles and brought them to the mahogany table that stood next to the
floor to ceiling windows. Their floor was one of the top floors and allowed for
them to look down at the city of Seoul and see the people like ants running
around the streets.
So have you heard
about this new assignment? She’s definitely on someone’s hit list. Jimin
mumbled to Tae as they sat down. Jungkook sat next to the two younger members and
listened in on their conversation.
Namjoon told me that
she’s not talking much. Tae responded and Jungkook looked down at the
Why wouldn’t she be
talking? He asked and the two guys looked at him, shaking their heads
I’m guessing it’s a
case of fear and shock. When everyone you’re working with suddenly dies, no one
can be trusted. We are trying to get information about this project, but she’s
kept herself holed up in her room. Jin said in his usual professional
manner, but Jungkook could see a tinge of sadness in the elder’s eyes. Before
he could ask why, Namjoon was standing at the head of the table, looking at the
group of men with a determined gaze.
So, let’s talk teams.
Tae and Jimin, as per usual, you two are going to work as the friends. Yoongi
and Jin, you two handle tech. Finally, me and Hobi will work on management.
Jungkook, you are lead on this, you do not leave her side unless you have it
approved by me and there is someone to replace you. She’s scared and we know
there is someone out there looking for her. I don’t want any fuck ups. Got it? Namjoon
said in his commanding tone and the guys all nodded.
Each assignment brought a similar role that each guy would
play. Tae and Jimin were known as friends,
which meant that they would pretend to be a friend of the client, talking to
people in the client’s building, work, etcetera, this would allow them to gain
incite into the client’s world. Both Jimin and Tae had a way of buttering up even
the most closed off person. Jimin had a way of smiling and flirting his way,
which in turn gave people a reason to trust him. Tae had an innocence that people
trusted almost right off the bat.
Yoongi and Jin both had ways of understanding technology,
they spent most of their days working alongside one another and infiltrating various
systems to better protect the client’s work. Yoongi was the type to spend days
not lifting his head from his computer, he would hack into system, build
firewalls, and formulate encryptions to better protect the client in the digital
realm. While Jin was more comfortable with making all of the calls and
communicating with the team.
Finally, Hobi and Namjoon worked as a team to guide the men.
Hobi had an amazing, charismatic nature that people fell in love with and he
used it to get the client’s to talk to him. Namjoon was more of the natural
born leader, he could command a room by standing up and used it on many occasions
to get what he wanted. Jungkook being the newest member had been shadowing each
of the guys to find out which area he was best at, but Namjoon had realized
early on that Jungkook was their chameleon, he seemed to thrive in any
situation, so Namjoon hoped that you would entrust more information with Jungkook
and lean on the youngest member.
All seven guys were trained to physically be able to fight
off anyone that tried to endanger their client. Each of their physiques was a
tad misleading because they were much stronger than they looked. And they all knew
how to handle firearms that they carried with them at all times. All of these
things combined made their team seem practically unstoppable, but now they were
being dealt a difficult hand.
Peggy Carter, daughter of Athena, has been fighting for so long, she’s forgotten what peace feels like. The war encompasses everything, blurring the lines between the world of the mortals and the world of the gods. Everything that was once hidden, obscured by the Mist, has been brought forth by the Red Skull, a demigod who seeks to harness the power of the gods by any means necessary.
The loss of Steve Rogers–son of Poseidon and her former partner–was a blow to all who fought against the Red Skull, Peggy most of all. During a battle, he had commandeered the Red Skull’s plane, which was headed for New York, meant to take out Camp Half Blood (with half of the city as collateral damage). Sons of Poseidon are not meant to fly, and he crashed it in the ice, sacrificing himself to protect his home.
When he is found four years later, very frozen but somehow still alive, Peggy’s whole world is turned on its head. His return fulfills a prophecy that she had never believed to be true, a prophecy that has the potential to change the whole course of the war. She and Steve embark on a quest with a ragtag group of demigods and mortals to take down the Red Skull once and for all. Their journey is full of danger and intrigue–and unresolved tension between the two quest leaders thick enough to be sliced to ribbons by a Celestial Bronze dagger.
But who has time to rehash the entire history of a partnership while fighting the fearsome Hydra? Well, Steve and Peggy, apparently.
Here’s to the kids lining up at every book launch.
Here’s to the book clubs that started
Here’s to aspiring authors who found their passion
Here’s to the largest collection fan fiction
Here’s to girls who found their voice while reading about an insufferable know it all who went on to conquer the world
Here’s to the boys who discovered that not all boys had to be brave all the time
Here’s to the kids who found hope of a better life
Here’s to the people who found a home in an old Scottish castle
Here’s to four houses in which we discovered ourselves
Here’s to the teenagers who battled depression and overcame it with the help of a few books and movies
Here’s to the misfits reading the new books at parties
Here’s to the millions of people who flooded the movie theatres
Here’s to the wands, scarves and ties
Here’s to a trio of friends we grew up with, identified with
Here’s to a family we all felt jealous of, but still felt apart of
Here’s to a Queen of an author who brought us a world that felt real and alive, who taught us how to believe in not only magic but in hope and love and most importantly, ourselves.
So tonight, let us all raise a glass to 20 years. 20 years full of magic, beauty, friendship and love.
The first picture I took a few months ago of some small, controlled fires on the side of a mountain while driving home. After turning up the exposure, I found four lights in the top left corner; you can see them clearly in the second picture and just barely in the first. they’re too high up to be fire and too big to be a tower. I don’t think I was the only one who thought the fires on the mountain that night were beautiful.
(Black Hills, South Dakota, USA)
(April 25th, 2016 at 9:22 pm)
When you were younger, you loved to sing. You sang The Wheels on The Bus for a week straight, and absolutely nobody told you stop. They all knew that it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t help but sing it. Whenever your soulmate had a song stuck in their head, you would sing it. This usually wasn’t a problem for you, except for the few times you would sing in the middle of a school assembly or something. As you grew up, you would sing different songs, some songs you had never heard of. And of course, your soulmate would sing the songs that were stuck in your head.
Maybe the band room wasn’t the home I found comfort in. Maybe these four white walls didn’t see as much as I thought they did. When I think of a home, I usually think of a place with walls and a foundation. A place that can shelter me from the rain and block the wind. After being miles away from my home town, I realized that those four white walls weren’t truly my home. It is my instrument. If I were to ever leave my instrument, I wouldn’t be able to stop my tears from falling. If I ever gave up on my instrument, my instrument would weep. The true home I made for myself was founded in my instrument. Not only did it see all the good and bad things, but felt them as I played. My instrument sung my feelings, my struggles, my frustration. It felt my self doubt, it felt my accomplishments, it felt my tears, and it felt my smiles. It was there from the beginning and it will be there til the end even as I move from building to building. It is my comfort. It is my home.
When the whistle blew, I punched my time card and drove home bleary-eyed after a long shift unloading cargo at the docks.
But there was no greeting at the door, no dinner waiting on the counter. My daughter, Chelsea, usually home by four, was nowhere to be found. No note left behind, car keys still dangling on the hook. I called her cell phone, got no answer.
- Ginny and Harry always light cinnamon, vanilla, pumpkin spice, and gingerbread scented candles in the evenings, while they snuggle up on the sofa and read a book, or watch the TV.
- Harry taking Ginny to art museums, and fashion shows, and to coffee shops, and watching her face’s expressions, soaking in every moment; the joy in her eyes as she watches the models strut down the runway, wearing outfits that are, in all honesty, ridiculous, but very aesthetically pleasing and alluring, in some strange way. Harry laughing under his breath as she drags him from one painting, to another, and posing with statues looking every bit as disheveled and happy as she was as a child (only this time, without fear, without horror). Ginny holding Harry’s hand as he leads her into the cafe, the smell of chocolate, and pasteries, and coffee, and teas attacking her nose delightfully. Harry swears her pupils dialated, but Ginny denies it.
- Ginny once started a tickle fight with Harry, and although he denied being ticklish, she discovered that there was this /one area/ on his hipbone that if you just lightly brushed against it, he’d start flailing about and laughing. Needless to say, Harry never forgave her for that tickle war.
- In retaliation, he started a pillow fight, and after five minutes, the pillows broke, and feathers flew all around the room, causing Ginny to sneeze for fifteen minutes straight.
- Did I mention that they were staying over at her parents house? Molly Weasley was not thrilled at the mess that her children had made.
- She made them clean it by hand.
- Ginny’s eyes were red the rest of the night, and the following day.
- Ginny always naming inatimate objects the most bizzare names; she named a knife ‘Archibald’, and a chair 'Herashio’, as well as various plants names, such as 'Wilbafore’, 'Dextor’, 'Parker’, and other names that are so ridiculous or out of left-field, that it would take me all afternoon to write them all down.
- Ginny is no longer allowed to bring strays home, because one week while Harry was gone to train some new Aurors, he came home and found that he was to share his home with six owls, four toads, three cats, two kittens, five dogs, one puppy, a turtle, and there were two miniature goats in the back yard.
- After a nightmare, Harry is almost always found sitting on the swing in their backyard. Sometimes Ginny will join him with a cup of tea, and will hold his hand until dawn, swinging back and forth gently, and rubbing his hand with her thumb, because she knows. And he knows that she knows, so why speak of it? Some things don’t need to be expressed in words. And sometimes, a simple touch of the hand is enough to help you feel better. It won’t make you forget, but it will help you to remember that you’re not alone.
- After they married, Ginny wanted to bake some cookies, as well as some bread, for Luna and Rolf. Ginny forgot how much of a hassle it was to bake, especially without magic (they wanted to do things the muggle way for a while), and Harry had never baked. They both ended up coated with flour (because a certain Gryffindor seeker got impatient, and may or may not have thrown a handful of flour over his gorgeous wife’s hair, causing her to retaliate [and rightly so], by throwing some baking powder on his glasses, obscuring his eyesight…)
- They decided not to keep cooking the muggle way. It was probably for the best.
- Ginny always makes sure to dry flowers that Harry has given her through the years. She hangs them from the ceiling, and keeps them dust-free, and keeps them from falling apart, using various charms.
- Harry has gotten used to waking up in the morning to Ginny singing off-key in the shower. Their children, however, have not gotten used to Harry walking to the bathroom door, and joining her in her off-key ballads. James doesn’t really like inviting his mates over to spend the night for this reason. Albus and Lily usually bet on which songs they’ll sing, and how bad it will sound. Lily usually wins.
- Harry always tells his children he loves them and is proud of them. When James was a baby, Ginny would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to find Harry not in bed, and would go to the nursery to make sure everything was alright, and would find Harry walking around the room, holding James in his arms, telling him 'daddy loves you, daddy is so proud of you. Daddy is so happy that you exist,’ and all the things the Dursley’s never told him.
- Harry and Ginny who are loved, and cherished, and happy, and no longer have to live in fear.
Summary: Saving Killian Jones from the Underworld had a major consequence, but Emma Swan can’t remember what it was. In fact, Emma and Killian can’t remember anything. With only some scribbled notes and a book of fairy tales, can she once again be the savior that Storybrooke needs? Captain Swan AU with Cursed!Killian and Cursed!Emma.
Notes: I reached 400 followers this week! You guys are awesome. And next week, @prairiepirate and @lenfaz are sponsoring a whole Brothers Jones Countdown. Who doesn’t want that? So I figured these were all signs for me to start posting my new story. Hope you guys like it!
“In here!” Emma screamed as she made an abrupt turn off of Main St. and into Granny’s Diner.
The group followed her in with Hook slamming the door behind them all and locking it.
“I don’t think that’s going to help,” David said somberly.
“We can make that decision when we know what’s out there,” Hook replied. “We just need to wait for Regina.”
A silence fell over the group at Granny’s as everyone tried to process what was going on - no one more than Emma. She had been home for less than twenty-four hours. She had found a way to get Hook home to Storybrooke, to bring his brother back with them, to leave Gold behind in the Underworld. Everything had finally worked their way. So what the hell was the purple smoke that has slowly started to roll out from the forest and into the streets of Storybrooke?
Emma’s yellow car came to a screeching halt in front of the diner, and Regina quickly climbed out of the driver’s side, hurrying towards the door that Robin unlocked for her.
“Were you able to find out anything?” he asked her.
“It’s bad,” Regina replied. “It’s a curse from Gold. I think it was planted in the forest before we left for the Underworld, and when we came back without him…”
Her voice trailed off as everyone put the pieces together. They came back without him, and he was going to punish them for it.
thiiiis was supposed to be a thanksgiving fic but i suck, so please pretend it’s november or something hahah ///
second grade quinx and tousaki between teacher touka and daddy haise, what could be more sappy? (it’s the sappiest thing on this planet it’s literally dripping sugar ew)
“Suddenly, more than anything in the world, Touka wanted to find Haise Sasaki and thank him over and over again for bringing her such wonderful children, and for calling her late at night just because he couldn’t make a parent-teacher conference, and for always, always packing four perfectly made sandwiches even when he had a job and money and a life on the line.