found some time to make another one!

femblues-deactivated20170623  asked:

If I remember correctly, the KKK, was organized by democrats. Also democrats do continue to be violent and hateful to this day. There are good liberal people and conservative ones. There are also horrible people from every corner of the political spectrum and if you fail to acknowledge this you're probably one of the nuts.

Oh no, it’s this stupid shit again. Sit down folks, it’s time for another history lesson. You do remember some things correctly, but you’re forgetting about 150+ years of political history.

You’re not wrong, in the sense that many of the people who founded the KKK were Democrats, you’re just silly because you’re totally ignoring the historical context of American politics to make a point in our modern political environment and if you took 5 minutes to study the historical development of the parties you would realize how dumb that is.

Andrew Jackson officially founded the Democratic Party when he became president in 1828. He did so by appealing to the poor rural farmers of the South and Midwest. Things like destroying the central banks, removing Native Americans from their land, and leaving slavery just how it was, were all tenets of his campaign.

Andrew Jackson was the first populist in American politics and he rode a wave of angry, rural, white men to the White House. Sounds a lot like Hillary Clinton and the modern day Democrats, right? /s

Here’s a map just so you can get a better feel for it. In 1828 the only really developed part of the country was the North East and honestly that election highlighted the Urban/Rural divide of the time just as well as the election of 2016 did today.

This was a trend that would continue up until the Civil War, with bubbles of xenophobia like the Know Nothings, the rise and fall of the Whigs, and eventually the Civil War itself can all be tied to the agrarian, poorer, rural regions of the country struggling to adapt to the early days of the industrial revolution. It’s not a coincidence the white folks in the North became opposed to slavery incredibly slowly and only as the system of factories could adequately provide everything they needed.

The south developed a lot slower and wasn’t as keen on questioning slavery and the Democratic Party had aligned itself with those interests. After the Civil War many in the South voted Democrat no matter what because the republicans WERE “the Party of Lincoln.”

This is the era where terms like the solid south and “yellow dog Democrat” referring to the fact that people in the South would vote Democrats no matter what, come into use. These are also the voters who would join the KKK. The poor, white, rural voters of the south formed the KKK. Poor, white rural voters also formed the Democratic Party. For decades they handed the South to Democratic Politicians, repeatedly.

Here’s a map from 1896, William Jennings Bryan, the quintessential agrarian populist. Basically every map looks the exact same with Democrats scooping up the South.

Until 1948, wen Harry S Truman decided to integrate the army, against the wishes of the strong Southern Democrats wing of the party. Who broke off and formed “the Dixiecrats.” All to oppose integrating the army.

See how the some voters in the South decided to vote “State’s rights Democratic” AKA Keep the Democratic Party Racist Again.

The Dixiecrats were on the wrong side of history though and the party wasn’t going to back down on integration, which pushed people out of the party slowly over the course of the next 20 years. It would open the door for people like Geeorge Wallace and Strom Thurmand the racist wing of the Democratic Party’s leader would soon switch to the Republican Party, a trend many southern voters would follow.

From 1948 to 1972 you can watch the Southern Democratic Party struggle to maintain it’s identity.

1956 they are still solidly Democrat, race politics weren’t tat big of a deal in that election although you see that little brown sliver in between Mississippi and Alabama, they were still a big deal in South and many of those voters knew they would have to jump ship soon.

In 1964 many Southern states voted Republican for the first time since the Civil War.

In 1968 those same states voted for George Wallace and his segregationist platform, something Richard Nixon was determined to not let happen again in 1972. Which forced him to campaign heavily on his “southern strategy” which was really just being racist in the South and tailoring his capmaign to would be Wallace voters.

It worked.

Basically every election since 1972 the Republicans have won “the solid south.”

All the way up until 2016, since 1972, minus Jimmy Carter, the Republican candidate has won the South. Republicans now run the South just as solidly as the Democrats did from the Civil War on.

So when you and people like you make the claim that “Democrats started the KKK” you’re not necessarily wrong. But it’s stupid because it’s totally ignorant of how the parties have changed over the decades.

The average southern white, rural voter is a Republican today, but was a Democrat for much of American political history. That changed about 40 years ago and doesn’t seem to be changing back any time soon. Their grandparents were in the KKK, their grandparents voted Democrat, but as a block of rural, poor white voters, culturally aligned with the South, they flipped.

So Democrats may have started the KKK, but those KKK members would be Republicans today.

As to your other points, there are definitely good people who are conservative, but I don’t really know what you’re getting at with that. Because good people can make bad political decisions that hurt millions of people, they did it in 1828 and again in 2016. I don’t think every Trump voter is a bad person but I think they all did a bad thing.

Bullet journal quotes

hello everyone! Decided to share my collection of themed quotes to use in the bullet journal, it’s super useful for those moments when you desperately want a quote to relate to something so you can use it in your different bujo spreads, whatever they are, or sometimes just to decorate, besides being a source of wisdom and beauty. So here are a few, hope you enjoy them. 

Dedication / Work / Motivation:

  • “My work is a game, a very serious game.” - M. C. Escher
  • “Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” - Theodore Roosevelt
  • “Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” - Aristotle
  • “What we do today is what matters most.” - Buddha
  • “The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.” - Elbert Hubbard
  • “I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.” - Abraham Lincoln
  • “Today I will do what others won’t so tomorrow I can accomplish what others can’t.” - Jerry Rice
  • “The only thing more important than your to do list is your to be list. The only thing more important than your to be list is to be.” - Alan Cohen
  • “Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.” - Stephen King
  • “The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.” - William Arthur Ward

Finances:

  • “Never spend your money before you have it.” - Thomas Jefferson
  • “Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.” - Benjamin Franklin 
  • “If you wish to get rich, save what you get. A fool can earn money, but it takes a wise man to save and dispose of it to his own advantage.” - Brigham Young
  • “Remember, your ways of handling money have to work in the good AND the bad times.” - Dave Ramsey
  • “The goal isn’t money. The goal is living life on your terms.” - Chris Brogan
  • “Do not save what is left after spending, but spend what is left after saving.” - Warren Buffet

Love:

  • “The course of true love never did run smooth.” - William Shakespeare
  • “Every relationship is just a big honking leap of faith.” - Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls
  • “The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” - Audrey Hepburn
  • “Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.” - Jane Austen in Emma

Positivity:

  • “Feelings come and go like clouds in the sky.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
  • “Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I’ll build a castle.” - Fernando Pessoa
  • “Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change.” - Buddha
  • “At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only way we grow.” - Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (movie)
  • “We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that’s who we really are.” - Sirius Black in Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix (movie)
  • “I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead.” - Clint Eastwood
  • “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” - Nelson Mandela
  • “Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.” - Winnie the Pooh
  • “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” - Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol

Health:

  • “To keep the body in good health is a duty otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.” - Buddha
  • “The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.” - Ann Wigmore
  • “No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of wich his body is capable.” - Socrates

Funny:

  • “How am I supposed to get through the holidays without liquor?” - Cristina Yang in Grey’s Anatomy
  • “I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” - Salvador Dali
  • “You’re just as sane as I am.” - Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

:)

Some Headcanons
  •    Dustpelt always felt bad that he never reconciled with his brother Ravenpaw
  •    Millie actually doesn’t enjoy Clan life and sometimes finds herself wishing she had stayed as a kittypet
    • she doesn’t say this out loud though because she wants Greystripe to be happy
  •    Thornclaw always felt like he hadn’t accomplished as much as his siblings because he didn’t have a high position in the Clan or raise a family
  •    Sandstorm used to be really arrogant apprentice because her father Redtail was the debuty. After he died and her mother had another litter, she had to start to grow more as a person
  •    Heathertail doesn’t really love Breezepelt but she wanted to become a mother and wanted to help her friend to gain more trust in the Clan again
  •    Tawnypelt is unhappy in her relationship and wants to leave Rowanstar but feels like she can’t because of his position and the current situation of ShadowClan (Vision of Shadows)
  •    Blackstar actually considered making Tawnypelt a debuty, but dismissed it because she’s not a pureblood ShadowClan cat
  • In StarClan Greystripe will live happily with both Millie and Silverstream without any jealousy in one way or another (enough with that “they have to choose” bullshit, seriously)
  • Jake’s first (official) mate was Quince, but they broke up after Tiny dissappeared and Quince thought he had been killed by “those savage fox-hearted Clan cats!” (she followed his scent trail after he ran off and found the place where Tigerpaw had attacked him), which drove them into an argument (Jake obviously defending the Clans)
    • Some time after their break up Jake met Nutmeg and fathered her kits, one of them being Firestar
  • Tawnypelt’s litter (Tigerheart, Dawnpelt and Flametail) had one more kit who she named Goldenkit after her mother, but the kit sadly died at a very young age
  • Firestar would not have chosen Spottedleaf over Sandstorm in StarClan
  • Cloudtail and Brightheart always had troubles having kits (fertility issues) which is why there’s such a long gap between their first and last litter
  • Cloudtail would not have been interested in becoming a wild cat if Fireheart hadn’t brought him in ThunderClan as a kit
prove it. (m)

author’s note: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

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If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Hey Guys, So I Know I Already Posted About This, But...

I feel like I need to post it again. So there’s a Doctor Who spinoff called ‘Class’ that includes teenagers fighting aliens, it’s basically like a British ‘Buffy The Vampire Slayer’, but more modern day with aliens and the Doctor.

Anyways, it’s in major danger of being cancelled.

Why? You may ask. Well:

It received very poor ratings as it aired in the UK due to horrible advertising (many whovains have still never heard of it), and it only airing on BBC Three (an online-only platform) and BBC One but really late at night (nearly midnight, it’s basically the super bad death slot for shows). While it’s doing fairly well as it’s now airing in america, it might not be enough to earn it a renewal.

So what can we, as fellow whovians do? Well there’s a list of things.

1.) Send the BBC a quick email expressing your desire for a second series.

2.) Get those ratings up! Watch it legally. If you’re in the UK, use. That. iPlayer!!! Either that, or order the DvD. If you’re in america, or know american friends, tell them to watch it! Watch it live, record it (you don’t even have to watch it), or see it OnDemand. Just made sure you do it legally!

3.) Express your enthusiasm about the show. Tell the BBC ( @bbcone /@bbcamerica ) or Doctor Who ( @doctorwho ) on all forms of official social media. Also make posts about it, make art, do whatever. Just make sure it’s all tagged up!

4.) Also, there’s a petition that’s gained a lot of attention recently, and I know, I know. It’s a pain, signing a petition. It’ll only take like 2 minutes of your day, so please give it a shot. It does ask for your address, so if you’re not comfortable with sharing that, maybe use a fake one? Just make sure your email is real, because at least something on the signing should be. That petition can be found (here).

So in conclusion:

Basically, please please please try and get this show renewed. It’s about time that our favourite Sci Fi show gets another spinoff. It’s good too, good acting, writing, vfx, etc. Plus there’s some references to the Doctor Who EU (Expanded Universe), as well as a guest appearance from the Twelfth Doctor in the first episode. It only got 8 episodes, and never really got the chance to spread its wings. So please, please give it that chance. Let ‘Class’ be the next big thing.

Thank You.

{ i’ll be around for you }

pairing: philip hamilton x reader

prompt: “can you do a phillip x reader where reader is madisons daughter???”

a/n: of course i can! this was inspired by the dear theodosia cover by regina spektor. this was my second philip imagine so i hope it’s not too bad haha!

t/w: bad pick up lines?? slight angst. really not a lot though!

inbox || masterlist


You’d known Philip for a long time. He was your best friend since you were little so you had practically grown up together. There were lots of play dates that your parents found endearing and adorable pictures of just the two of you.

In each one, you were smiling wide with your arms wrapped around one another or at least touching each other in some way. 

Your mom and dad always teased that you were destined to be a Hamilton. You always blushed at the thought of you and Philip getting married, but you had never fully tossed it aside. He was wonderful, kind, and loyal. He’d make someone very happy someday.  

You’d silently hoped that it would be you.

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What part of yourself you will destroy in order to start all over again

Pluto in 1st: Yourself and you will create a new you to the point people won’t recognize you.

Pluto in 2nd: Yourself worth; you will keep question whether you set the right value for your or for the definition of money to you. 

Pluto in 3rd: Your way thinking; will keep destroying the way of speaking in order to create another form of speech that is more powerful and deep. also might end relationships with your siblings because they cause you trouble.

Pluto in 4th: You will destroy the meaning of family and create your own meaning of family, you also might have disputes with your family a lot.  

Pluto in 5th: You will destroy your happiness so you can keep finding another form of it and also every time your passion about something ends you delete everything about that something you were passionate about and find something new.  

Pluto in 6th: Your diet if you have one and will look for another but the destruction will be related to your work. you will be so perfectionist and passionate about it to the point of destruction and this will affect your health thus making your re overthink your work method.

Pluto in 7th: Your relationships with your partners; as you will make sure to end it before they do cause you always think either that you are too intense for them or they will find some sort of flaw in you that will make them leave you. also problems with intimacy. 

Pluto in 8th: You will destroy the depth of yourself in order to create another one, everything you do and or make has to have meaning. you demand even deep relationships from others and just like Pluto in 7th you also may have problems related to intimacy as you do not open up easily. 

Pluto in 9th: Your will destroy your belief system and will create another one and every time you think you finally found the perfect or ideal belief you will discover that there some flaws in it and will recreate it again. you need to understand that there’s no such think as an ultimate beliefs, all beliefs have flaws and maybe you should accept that. also when you travel you travel for a goal in mind, not for the fun of it.  

Pluto in 10th: You destroy your public image and produce it in a different way that will keep people waiting for what you will do next. also you will destroy your relationship with an authority (father) or all of the authorities. will always have a deep set of enmity towards that father because you believe that you should rule the home not him. 

Pluto in 11th: You will destroy your friendships and will be dropping them so easily as if they meant nothing to you. The minute they start to behave or say stuff you do not like you end this relationship silently and move on and try to find another set of group that shares your same view and ideas. ruthlessly idealistic.  

Pluto in 12: You will destroy your own subconscious through the terrible dreams that you see, they usually start nice but end in terror. Your subconscious won’t let you sleep easily and at times you will try to escape sleeping so you won’t have to see those dreams. can be super psychic but usually this talent comes with a price.  

I Trust Her

Word Count: 3,803

Summary: Castiel asks you to go back in time to visit some familiar faces. Will knowing who you are change everything? 

A/N: I really hope you like this one! It’s something I’ve been wanting to write for a really long time. Feedback is always appreciated, drop a message my way! And a big shout out to @thefangirllifeismine for always reading over my writing and making sure you will all love it! 

Song: Flashlight - Jessie J 

The waitress eyed the two of you warily, deciding if she should approach and interrupt the conversation with fresh coffee, or leave you be.

“Why now?” You asked quietly, fingers finding the edge of your napkin.

He sighed heavily, “There’s a lot going on in their life.”

You looked up at him, noticing that the wrinkles around his eyes weren’t there on his younger vessel. He had a stronger jaw and brighter eyes.

“Cas…” You trailed off, but you already knew that you wouldn’t say no. His big blue eyes were begging you.

“They don’t know who you are, do not worry. If anything happens, pray to me and I will take you back to this time.” He reasoned with you and you nodded.

“Alright.” You agreed and he gave you a small smile. You left the diner after dropping a twenty on the table, and walked around back.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his hand already raising.

“Do it.” You shut your eyes and felt his fingers press to your forehead. The warmth only lasted for a second until you were whisked away, insides turning.

Once you opened your eyes, all you saw was green grass for miles. God, it smelled the same. Like dew and summer’s sweat. Walking, you searched for the familiar door. It felt odd having to knock, but you did nonetheless. When a few minutes had passed, you knocked again, louder this time.

“Who are you?” A face you knew as well as your own spoke.

“A hunter.” You stated, and the gun he was holding nearly lowered. “You’re Sam Winchester, right?”

He furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. “If you’re a hunter then you know I’ve got to test you.”

“Bring it on.” You said with a smile, and he nearly smiled himself. With his gun still half-cocked, he moved over to allow you inside the bunker.

“What’s your name?” He asked, “And how do you know about this place?”

You walked down the stairs slowly, taking in the looks of the place.

“Y/N. I’ve heard about it from someone, and I got lost in the area.” You explained, “So, I figured you would help a fellow hunter out.”

He nodded, taking in what you were saying, before pulling out a silver blade. You exhaled deeply and grabbed it, pressing the cool metal flush against your skin.

He tilted his head and began unscrewing a flask, and suddenly you were drenched.

“Overkill, much?” You spit out some water.

“Had to be sure.” He shrugged.

You followed him through the war room, the library, then finally down the steps into kitchen. When you made yourself comfortable on the stool by the island counter, he finally gave you a glass of water.

“So, what exactly are you hunting here?” He asked. “We would’ve known-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You cut Sam off, “It was a complete wild goose chase. Turns out, what looked like omens, were actually just nature this time.” Bullshit poured out from between your lips so well you were nearly proud of yourself.

“Sammy!” A familiar voice shouted and then you heard footsteps come nearer. When he came inside, immediately his eyes were on you.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked, senses rising.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, “A hunter who got herself in a bit of a mess.”

He looked at his brother, as if to make sure you weren’t lying.

“I tested her, Dean. She’s clean.” Sam motioned towards the blade and flask which lay astray on the table.

He raised his chin and crossed his arms. You hadn’t noticed that you were staring at him. He was so amazingly young. His forehead was clear of the thick scar you were so used to, and his eyes were brighter; there was so much more hope lying underneath that familiar green.

Dean turned and opened the fridge while Sam began discussing different cases with you. You told him of the ones you had been on, and listened as he told you about the latest ones they had both solved. What distracted you though, was the giant burger that Dean began to grill.

When he saw you eyeing it, he motioned to make you another one. You nodded hungrily.

Despite just having eaten with Cas, you discovered that time travel makes you extremely hungry.

“I like her.” Dean raised his brows, eliciting a laugh from you. Sam rolled his eyes and continued on with his story of the werewolf he and Dean had found by accident.

“We were actually going to check out a case today. We could use some extra hands.” Dean stated as he plated the two burgers.

“Really? I wouldn’t be imposing?” You asked, some part of you excited to finally be able to see how they hunted when they were younger.

“How good of a shot are you?”

You gave a cocky smile, proud of your skills. “Bullseye every time.”

“Then, you’re hired!” He joked and took a bite of his burger. You followed suit, nearly moaning at the taste. You’ve had practically every burger out there, but nothing beat this one.

You and Dean both lifted up the top of the bun and re-adjusted the toppings before popping a pickle from on top into your mouth, while Sam watched, completely bemused. When you and Dean both reached for the same soda bottle, he nearly choked.

“You could be twins.” Sam observed.

– – – –

“So,” Dean asked from the driver’s seat of the car. “How’d you get into this life?”

You shrugged, “Kinda just… grew up in it.”

Dean reached for the knob and lowered the music, “How old are you, anyhow?” He looked at you through the rear-view mirror, suddenly aware you couldn’t be anywhere near their age.

“Twenty-two.”

Dean glanced at his brother who asked, “And you’re hunting?”

“Weren’t you the same age when you started hunting?” You asked, not realizing what you had let slip.

“I mean- How did you-” Sam began to speak when you cut him off, salvaging what was left of this conversation.

“You’re famous hunters, of course you’ve been hunting since the same age as me.” You said quickly.

Sam nodded, but you could tell he knew something was off.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time.” He decided to re-explain exactly how the afternoon would go.

In response, Dean made the music louder, cutting off anything Sam was about to say.

“Really?” His younger brother stared at him.

“You told us a hundred times, Sammy!” Dean exclaimed. We go in, find the vamps, and kill ‘em.”

You chuckled into your water bottle, taking another long drag of it.

It was another two hours until Dean finally drove the Impala into the parking lot of a motel. You watched the two of them joke around while they took their things out of the trunk, and wondered why Castiel was begging you to go back in time for them. They seemed perfectly fine. Either way, what could *you* do for them?

“Y/N?” Sam asked, snapping your attention towards him. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“My duffel is back at the motel I was staying at.” You lied, “Doesn’t matter, all I need is this-” You explained and pulled a gun out of the back of your jeans. When both brothers stared at it as if it were alien, you regretted it immediately.

“Huh.” Dean stated, taking his gun out and holding it up to yours. They were identical except for a few added scratches on your own.

The customized detailing that Dean got on the chrome plating of his gun made him narrow his eyes at your weapon, which held the same exact design.

“Must’ve been the same guy detailing it.” You shrugged and shoved it back in your jeans as quickly as you could.

“Must have been.” Dean stared at you. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

Sam walked inside and began making room arrangements with the motel manager. You followed him inside and felt Dean’s gaze burning into the back of your skull as you walked.

“Here.” Sam passed you a set of keys. “You’re in the room right across from ours.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and gripped the keys, following him and Dean down the hall.

Sam began unlocking his door, “Meet in the lobby in an hour?” He asked.

“Sounds good.” You agreed and stared up at you door number. 17C was hammered into the wood. When you finally locked the door behind yourself, you pressed your back against it and shut your eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered, tossing your keys onto the table. You should have never come here. They were already suspicious of you, and the gun had to have been the final straw. What the hell did Castiel need you for anywhow? The brothers always had issues. What would your presence help with?

You walked into the bathroom and began running the shower water.

– – – –

“You’re telling me that’s not weird?” Sam asked, tossing his duffel bag onto the bed.

“No, it’s weird alright.” Dean was still gripping his gun, passing it between his hands. “I just…”

Sam crossed his arms, “Just what, Dean? Are you telling me you still trust her?”

“You’re the one who told me she was clean!” He shouted back. “And yeah.” He sighed. “I still… I still trust her.”

Sam tilted his head and let out an exasperated sigh, “You trust her?”

“Yeah, Sammy. I don’t know why, just a- just a gut feeling.” He placed the gun down on the table and began stripping out from his flannel.

Sam kept his eyes trained on his brother. “So what? We just go on a hunt with this girl we just met?”

“Pretty much.” Dean pulled on a fresh t-shirt.

“Dean.”

“What?”

“She knows things about us. She knew about the bunker, for one thing. Somehow she knew how old I was when we went looking for Dad- I mean! Seriously.” Sam began to question everything you had told them, “No one just stumbles upon our bunker.”

“I trust her.” Dean stated again.

– – – –

“Ready?” Dean pressed a machete into your palm.

You nodded then looked over at Sam, who had remained quiet for the entire car ride.

“Then let’s go.” Dean motioned to move forward into the house.

When you entered the house, all you saw was darkness. Sam found a light switch and flicked it on, but it only turned on one light bulb. You noticed the other three were shattered on the ground.

“What the hell?” You whispered. The three of you looked at one another. The vampires should have already sensed you and begun to attack, but it was silent.

“Are you sure this is the right house?” Dean asked Sam, who nodded.

You gripped your blade tighter. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Sam gripped the doorknob and swung open the door. You followed closely behind him.

Dean was about to go down the stairs as well when he was knocked down to the floor with a crash. As you and Sam scrambled to get back upstairs, the basement door was slammed shut and you were left banging on it.

“Fuck!” You shouted. Dean yelled out in pain and then you heard another crash.

“Let me try.” Sam got in front of you and began to throw his weight against the door, but something was blocking it.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight before shining it around the basement.

“Find something to knock this thing down.” He passed you the flashlight and you went to work. At the bottom of the stairs there was a table with a few tools and a crowbar. You grabbed it and tossed it up to Sam who tried breaking the door down with it.

“Come on, come on!” You begged. Sam glanced at you. He was trying to understand why you were so upset over a man you had just met.

“Please, Sam.” You begged, swallowing down the sob that threatened to leave your throat. “He can’t get hurt!”

He turned to you, chest heaving. Grunting and shouting could be heard on the other side, it was messing with your head. He took the flashlight from your hands and shone it in your direction so he could see you better.

“I don’t think they’re going to let us up anytime soon.” He stated the obvious. But there was nothing else to do about it.

“Please!” You banged your fist against the door one more time. Your body was shaking as you realized that it was your suggestion to go down here in the first place, and now Dean was getting hurt on the other side of this door.

“You need to calm down!” Sam shouted, trying to ground the situation as much as possible.

“How can I possibly calm down when my dad is on the other side of that door?!” You shouted, fists hitting the wood until it began to splinter.

Sam swallowed thickly, “W-What?” He managed to exhale.

“That’s my dad out there.” You steadied your breath before wiping away another stray tear. When his eyes met your green ones, his lips parted. He hadn’t paid closer attention earlier to see that he was looking into his brother’s eyes.

“Okay.” Sam seemed to reassure himself more than you, “Okay.”

He passed you the flashlight, and you were relieved by his sudden calm. He grabbed his gun from his jeans and began shooting at the door knob. It took four shots, but you finally heard something drop to the floor. Whoever was blocking the door jumped back from the sound and Sam was able to push it open.

Immediately, you were thrown into action. A vamp tackled you from the side and you raised your knee, landing a swift kick to the gut. He grabbed your throat and began tightening his grip when Sam kicked him off, allowing you to roll on top and slice his head clean off.

You caught your breath and began to look for your dad.

“Dean!” You shouted, but no response came.

“Let’s go.” Sam gripped your hand and pulled, and you ran behind him.

When you finally got outside he began to speak.

“I saw them taking him into the storm cellar before I got jumped.” He explained. You nodded and exhaled.

“Then why aren’t we moving?” You asked, looking up at your uncle.

He was staring at you, not noticing that he hadn’t replied yet.

“Sam?” You waved your hand in front of him.

“You look just like him. Why didn’t we-” Shock was taking over the rational part of his brain which would tell him to get to Dean first.

“Uncle Sam!” You shouted over his voice. “We gotta move.”

He agreed and led you to the cellar. “I’m going in. Wait out here.”

“Hell no!” You shouted, gripping the handle that opens the cellar.

“I can’t let you get hurt!”

“Two minutes ago you didn’t know who I was!”

He clenched his jaw as he realized he wouldn’t win this fight.

“Stay behind me.” He commanded.

When you finally dropped down into it, the first thing you saw was your father tied up to a chair with a vampire holding a blade to his neck.

Sam stepped back, reaching out his arm to hold you back as well.

“Winchesters.” The vampire smiled, “You must have the best blood out there.”

“Let him go.” Sam stated, machete ready to go in his other hand.

Dean’s mouth was gagged but his eyes were trained on the both of you.

You had never seen him in such a weak position and frankly, it scared the living shit out of you.

“Why would we let a Winchester get away?” He laughed and it made your stomach churn.

“Because I’m going to kill you.” You pushed out of Sam’s hold and towards the monster.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted but you were already too far gone. You slashed at the vamp but he sidestepped and landed a punch to your side.

“Son of a bitch!” You shouted.

Before you could attack him again, Sam was already on it.

“Get Dean!” He shouted and you listened, dropping down to your knees to begin untying him.

“Are you alright?” You asked, pulling the gag from out of his mouth.

“Peachy.” He muttered and began trying to wriggle his ankles out from the rope. You grabbed your blade and sliced at it until the knots gave out and the rope fell loose at his feet.

“Thanks.” He gave a half smile and stood up, only to come crashing back down and into your arms.

“Come on.” You heaved his arm over your shoulders to balance him. Sam finally killed the vamp and lugged Dean over himself instead.

When they finally got to the car, Sam took the wheel while Dean pulled himself into the passenger seat.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Dean finally spoke after a few minutes of driving.

“What?” You asked from the back seat.

“You could’ve gotten hurt.” He said and began rubbing the back of his neck.

You sighed, “Good to know some things don’t change.”  You whispered to yourself, having heard those words a hundred times before.

“Huh?” Dean asked from the front seat.

“You two should talk.” Sam said suddenly.

Sam met your eyes in the rear-view mirror and you sighed.

“How about we get some food first?” You asked, and Dean finally seemed happy about something.

Next thing you knew, you were sliding into a booth with both men seated across from you.

You watched as your dad picked up a menu, drooling over the many food options as usual.

“You did good out there.” Sam said after he ordered himself a sandwich. “You got guts.”

“I learned from the best.” You said in a way that told Sam that you learned from him.

He smiled and took a sip of his drink.

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, by the way.” Dean said while taking a bite of his food.

“I thought you were pissed about that.” You stuck your fork into your waffle.

He shook his head, “I would’ve done the same thing.”

Sam rolled his eyes, waiting for Dean to realize who you were.  

“Oh, yeah.” Dean picked up a handful of fries and shoved them into his mouth, “What were you saying back in the car?” He asked Sam, with a fry hanging out of his mouth.

Sam simply replied with, “Look at her.”

Your heart began to race. Dean turned to you with his brow raised, trying to find something – anything on your face that would explain what Sam was saying.

“Dean.” Sam pushed, “Really, look at her.”

There you sat. Staring at your father who didn’t even know who you were. You watched as his eyes traveled over your face, then stopped at your eyes.

“Hey, Dad.” Slipped your lips.

The smile that had remained on his lips from earlier, faded. Sam looked over at his brother only to see him toss his napkin into his plate and leave the restaurant.

You stared at your uncle, wide eyed. “He- he hates me.”

“No!” Sam shouted, then lowered his voice. “No, he doesn’t. He- I’m going to go check on him.”

“Uncle Sam?” You grabbed the edge of his jacket before he could walk past.

“Yeah?”

“I can call Cas. I can go, right now if that’s what he wants.” You said and his eyes softened.

“Don’t. Please, don’t.” He begged, “I’ll be right back. Don’t call Cas.”

You nodded your head and busied yourself with your drink, sipping at it absentmindedly until there was nothing left.

Back outside, Sam found Dean leaning against the Impala.

“What the hell was that?” He raised his voice at his older brother.

“You’re telling me, Y/N is my kid?” He clenched his jaw, “And a hunter?”

Sam sighed, “That strong girl sitting in there is your daughter. My niece.”

“A hunter.” Dean reiterated.

“A reason to keep going.” Sam stated simply, and Dean considered it.

“Meaning?”

“All we’re doing, all the nights we spend- we spend totally wasted or nearly dead, well something great is going to come out of it.” Sam motioned towards the diner where you were waiting. “And the way that you just walked out on her tells me she’s about to call Castiel to take her back.”

“Leaving?” Dean peeled himself off of the car, “She wouldn’t-” He started, then sprinted towards the entrance of the diner.

You bumped into him as he nearly tore the door open.

“Y/N.” He breathed out.

“I should go, really.” You pushed past him and towards the parking lot.

“No!” He exclaimed and grabbed your arm. You turned around and looked up at him. He stared at you, seeing his own eyes looking back, and pulled you into a tight hug. You pressed your head against his familiar chest and smiled.

“So, you’re okay with me?” You asked.

“What?” He pulled you off of him, “Look at you.”

Sam walked up to the both of you and gave you the familiar smile you were so used to seeing.

Dean beamed at you, “Seriously. You’re the only good thing to come out of this life. Everything about you. I saw your strength and smarts today. You’re more than just okay. You’re fucking perfect.”

You smiled up at them, loving the compliment, “You’re pretty cool when you’re young.”

He scoffed, “When I’m young?”

“You get kinda cranky.” You shrugged.

“He’s always cranky.” Sam rolled his eyes, sending you into a fit of laughter.

Dean crossed his arms and scoffed.

“I’ll go grab our leftovers.” You said and started towards the diner.

“That’s my daughter!” Dean exclaimed with a smile, then suddenly turned to Sam.

“Daughter.” He repeated, realizing what he just said.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Huh.” Dean swung the car keys around his finger, “Daughter.”

“And a damn good one.” Sam said, causing Dean to smile.

He looked at his younger brother, then pulled him into a tight hug.

“I got a daughter, Sammy!” He exclaimed, “Ha!”

Sam began to laugh, pulling away from his older brothers grip.

You watched and listened from the door, careful not to interrupt. Right there, you saw exactly why Castiel sent you here. They just needed something to look forward to, and that’s where you came in. Cas knew that knowing you would make Dean realize that he wasn’t all bad, and that Sam would eventually get the family he always wanted. Your lip quirked upwards as you looked on. 

A familiar rustling of feather sounded behind you.

“I think you’re done here.” Castiel spoke from behind you.

You exhaled and looked at the boys beaming faces. “I am.”

Suddenly, you were back in your bedroom at the bunker.

Lasting for Eternity

Henry Turner

Anxiety, fear, comfort, fluff, love

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Request: "HENRY TURNER REQUEST?! HECK YEAH I CAN HELP! okay so I haven’t been sleeping great… so what about something post the film were the reader and him are together and she hasn’t been sleeping at all because of night terrors from the events of the film, so one day she is out with Henry (maybe the day he was planning to propose cause PARALELS!) and she just collapses against him but wakes back up from another nightmare and he comforts her? Thank you so much and sorry…“

Word count: 808

gif is not mine.

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I’d Do Whatever It Takes

IT’S DONE YOU GUYS!!!! I’m so excited. Here you have 5900 (!!!!) words of Daveed/reader. There’s fluff, angst, smut… anything and everything. 

@serkewen12 @futureauthor45 @small-stars @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @daveedish @getupoffathathang @butlinislin 

Italics are in the past or a text. 

(Y/BF/N) - your best friend’s name.

Diggs, bro!”

Daveed looked up when he heard Rafa call his name, putting his phone aside so he could listen to what the other man had to say. He was expecting a comment about a show or something that he was working on. Something typical. Not at all what Rafa said next.

I know this girl that I think you’d like.”

Daveed immediately shook his head as memories of the last time Rafa tried to play matchmaker came to mind. “No. Absolutely not. The last time you tried to hook me up with someone, she was…let’s just say it was a disaster,” he said.

Come on. This one’s a lot like you. I really think you’d get along.”

Daveed sighed. He knew Rafa well enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, it was damn near impossible to get him off of it. He might as well just go along with it. “Fine,” he said with a rather pessimistic tone. “But if this goes badly, you owe me.”

It’ll be fine.”

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BTS Reaction - He Cheats on You/requested

Anonymous said: can you do a bts request on after he cheats on you? and like he’s trying to get you to forgive him and you may or may not want to? sorry i just love angst! Thank you!!! love your blog <3

Jungkook:

After three months on tour, Jungkook comes home only to find you fuming in the kitchen. You thrust your phone into his face and he sees a picture of him and a random girl holding hands. The argument leaves the two of you in tears, and you walk out of his apartment and don’t look back.

“What the fuck is this, Jungkook? Obviously, she is my replacement.”

“Y/N, you know I’m sorry and it was so stupid of me. We haven’t seen each other in ages and I don’t know..I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I need to think about this for awhile. Don’t call me. I’m leaving. Let me think.”

Jin:

He called you a different name while you were in bed. You stopped kissing him and pulled back, staring into his eyes with an unreadable expression on your face that quickly turned to anger.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

“Y/N, no, look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I just, I’ve just been having dreams about my ex-girlfriend lately and I don’t know why.

“Do I remind you of her or something? You couldn’t have blurted her name any other time?”

“No, no you don’t look anything like her. I’m sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”

J-Hope:

You caught him texting a girl he swore he had nothing going on with. But the text messages you saw suggested otherwise, because you grabbed his phone from his hands and scrolled, seeing hearts and dirty text messages. The two of you screamed until your voices were hoarse, and before he could continue you left, slamming the door behind you.

“Am I not good enough for you? Who are you anymore?”

“I’m sorry! She got flirty and I don’t know what I was doing, Y/N I have no excuse!”

“No, your excuse is thinking you can do whatever you want now that you have more than enough fans to keep yourself entertained.”

Taehyung:

You always hated clubbing, but Taehyung seemed to enjoy it. So when you walked into your house the next day to find a random girl sleeping in your’s and Taehyung’s bed, you calmly locked eyes with Taehyung, say what you needed to say, then walked out.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you. But I’m done.”

“Y/N I-”

Namjoon:

You had noticed something suspicious was going on lately. This girl would keep appearing in places and you’d find Namjoon, your boyfriend, close behind. One day, you opened the door to the studio and found Namjoon and the girl making out against the soundboard. 

“Y/N! Wait, I can explain! She came onto me, we were just writing some lyrics to a new song and it happened. I’m sorry.”

“We can talk about this another time, I need to calm down before I wake up the entire building because you deserve to be screamed at.”

Suga:

It was the day you were going to tell him that you were pregnant. He just looked at you standing on his porch, then stepped towards the side to reveal the half-dressed girl behind him. You ignore his pleading words and walk back to your car and drive away without looking back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was going to tell you. I..it’s a mistake. I made a mistake and I wish I could take it back. Please understand..”

Jimin:

You found a skirt that didn’t belong to you stuffed behind the dresser in your’s and Jimin’s bedroom. Wasting no time at all, you called him over facetime and showed him the skirt. His eyes went wide and he began stuttering, but you hung up and ignored his constant calls and texts.

“Look, Y/N, it was a long time ago! It was before we even started dating! She was only a fling and she left her skirt there-”

My Anchor - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by bucha-nan


A/N: So this is just an idea that crossed my mind. I’m not really proud of it but I just wanted to write something. So here it is. I also hope it is okay to tag some of my favorite Blogs in this imagine. If you don’t like being tagged please tell me, then I will remove you again.


A soft knock on my door was what woke me up this morning. I tiredly rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my left hand.

“Come in”, I called through my apartment in the STARK Tower. I wouldn’t call it my home yet, because I’ve been here barely six month and it still felt strange sometimes.


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5/12/17 // today, i found these old postcards and faded polaroid photos in a local vintage shop in my town. although random, images on them are truly beautiful and nostalgic. they all belonged to someone at some time in the past, and some even have writing on them, still. i intend to collect them & perhaps send them to friends in the mail. what a find ☆

BTS when girlfriend calls everybody ‘babe’

(insert request)

Seokjin

Seokjin is a lot more traditional, and I think that he at first would be really uncomfortable with it and might feel a little insecure that you didn’t keep those endearments to just him, tho I also think he would be a lot more accepting of what you were doing after you told him why you did it, and you explained that you didn’t actually see them like that, that more than anything it was mainly just a habit.

Originally posted by dewybangtan

“No it is okay really, I understand now, we all have speech habits that are a little weird.”
“Like yours is your terrible dad jokes!”

Yoongi

At first Yoongi would just be confused and maybe a little bit annoyed, but since he might not be the best person in the world to talk about what is annoying him, he would use what he is best at… passive aggression every time he saw you call another kpop star babe, or one of your male friends. It was first when you got tried of his sour attitude and asked him what was wrong he would explain that he was annoyed that you were using relationship endearments for everybody. It would take some explaining for you to make him understand what was actually going on.

Originally posted by jjilljj

“but why babe? Why not… everything else that isn’t that?”
“you prefer I call everybody love or sweetheart instead?”
“Actually stick to babe.”

Hoseok

Hobi would found it funny, we all know that Hoseok in general is a very easy going guy, and I believe in general he would found your verbal habit to be funny, specially when you didn’t think about what you were saying!

Originally posted by syubto

Namjoon

I can see Namjoon being in general really chill about it, he would know that it wasn’t actually cause you were calling them ‘babe’ it was just something that you said. Even if he would at time find it a little strange, and he would call you out for it.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Can we at least put a standard for what you call babe? This is actually embarrassing for you! He is 30 years older than you!”

Jimin

Jimin might be a little insecure about it at first, feeling leftout and maybe a little sad that you seemed to call everybody else babe, it didn’t matter if you called him babe normally or you didn’t.
The thing was that Jimin is Jimin after all, and he has his insecurities and while he would never want you to change who you were, you would need to explain why you did it and that it didn’t mean that you loved him less.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel better about how you speech… It just that sometimes… sometimes it makes me sad.”

Taehyung

Now let’s be honest Taehyung is more or less fluent in internet, and he would know without a problem what it really was you meant, and not really have any problem about it, since he knew you didn’t mean it like that. If anything he might actually tease you for using ‘babe’ calling you outdated if anything! Get ready to be teased!

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

“Who even uses babe anymore? The rest of the world has swapped to bae! You are so outdated!”

Jungkook

Kookie is a brat, and he would start making fun of you and he would start calling everybody babe as well just to mess with you. And not in the way you did it where it was just how you talked to people, but in every sentence. Like… really every sentence he spoke, which at first was just a joke, but then he would get into the habit of doing it. Which would be really awkward when he accidentally called Yoongi babe-hyung.

Originally posted by grape-joon

“no! No hyung I didn’t mean it like that! I promise! It is just a bad habit!”


Authors note:

I hope you like this! 

Also I get you anon, I call everybody ‘cumbuckets’ which is a bad habit… and probably a lot more offensive

Got an idea? Send a request! They are currently open!

- Prussia

Lionhearted - part 3 - nessian fic

Summary: Nesta and Cassian go on their first date and try to figure out how they work when they aren’t expected to bicker all the time. Nesta has a candid conversation with Feyre about their mother. Later, as Nesta and Cassian are beginning to find a rhythm as a couple, an emergency interrupts their progress.

Notes: This is… going to be 5 parts now. Just an FYI. I don’t know how this happened. Thanks this time to @acourtofstarsanddreams for helping me figure out jobs and apartments, and @illyriantremors for helping me make their first date more awkward :D

Part one, Part two : AO3 for comments : this chapter rated T : tw brief mention of Feyre’s abuse

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When Nesta made this date, she wasn’t thinking clearly.

She considered canceling, considered calling and just saying that it was a mistake, no hard feelings, that she wasn’t ready to go out with anyone.

Instead, when she called Cassian the next day, she reminded him that she lived outside the city and that he would likely need to leave early to make it to her place on time. She still had that nagging question in the back of her mind and had considered backing out then. But the smooth, confident tone in his voice had done something to her doubts, and by the time Nesta had shoved her phone back into her pocket, they had decided on a restaurant and a time and he knew her address.

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My low-key budget altar

So I promised to post some more personal stuff and what better way to start things off with some pics of my altar!

I’m a secular witch so I don’t deal with any deities. My altar is simply composed of things that have significant meaning to me.
Almost all stuff I’ve gathered over the years were either gifts, finds, diy or bargain bin and thrift shop scores.

My altar is set up on the windowsill in my art-room. It’s the one place in the house that actually feels like it’s mine. We live in my parent’s in law’s house (who currently are living elsewhere) so I don’t have any input in the interior design (And let me tell you, MIL’s taste in stuff is absolutely HIDEOUS)
This whole room is pretty much my altar, It’s my witch cave XD


I have a thing for butterflies (dead ones, alive ones are pretty but I still find them rather unnerving. They have too many legs and are too flappy) I don’t know exactly why and how but I’ve been drawn to them my whole life. It started with the two giant Atlas butterflies in the middle, I inherited those from my Indonesian grandparents when they died 15 years ago. The rest of the butterflies were thriftshop and fleamarket finds (Fun fact:A couple of months ago I found out that my Celtic Animal horoscope was the Butterfly)
Two white candles (pilfered from MIL’s candle stash) in thriftshop copper candleholders (€ 0.25) to represent the Sun and the Moon
The crystal bowl things were inherited from my Dutch grandparents 10 years ago, the rocks, fossils and seashells were lucky finds and gifts from friends and family. The sage plants (except for the succulent on the right) were grown from €1,- seed packs, the lemons come from a forgotten lemon I found in the back of my fridge and the same goes for the apple plantlings. The maple comes from a seed I found in my backyard (Fun fact: I found out last week that my Tree horoscope was Maple)
Also some flowers I picked are drying from the curtain cord thingy XD

Everything I do revolves around the Sun, Moon, Earth and the 4 Elements, my altar represents that as well.

Close up time!

The crystal ball is one of the few things I actually bought, 15 years ago I found it in a rather obscure Chinese shop. In the background is a carved box (inherited) that holds my tarot decks (Rider-Waite: gift, Klimt & Mucha: bought).
The fossils, rocks, seashells and coral were gifts from various people close to me.

The shelves over the desk:

Hideous tea set (pilfered from MIL’s collection) for divination, cheap amethyst cluster found in a pet shop, souped-up A5 binder (my Grimoire) and lined notebook (my Book of Shadows. Not pictured is my Book of Chaos which is a smaller notebook where I brainstorm stuff in and make messy notes)
Bottom row: two glass boxes (gifts) I use for charging and cleansing stuff (contains charging and cleansing sigils, amethyst, clear & rose quartz chips and the other has hematite chips). The eggs in the middle were gifts from MIL (she fricking LOVES this stuff and insists I should too) and they both contain things representing the 4 elements: feathers, seashells, fossils and a tealight. No idea why I did that, it just happened I guess. And in front of them is a scented candle in a tin (gift) with a lighter. I ALWAYS keep lighters everywhere, I’m a smoker so naturally I never have a lighter when I need one.
The artworks in the back were gifts from friends (for the skully/squid print go check out Redbrunette.nl she is the artiest who made it)

The cupboard:

Now here is where the magic happens (lol)
A boatload of ingredients (in recycled jars) for spells and such, some witchy books, teablends for divination, some candles in the back, eeniemeenie cauldron thingy (found) and somewhere back there should be a mortar & pestle and some other tools. The treasure box comes from a fleamarket (chatted up the seller and got it for free) and holds my pendulum collection.

I have one more shelf with a box with all my ‘Sacred’ tools, crystals and more spell stuff but I’m leaving that one for another time since this post is hella long as it is XD

So. That was a quick tour of my witch cave.
In conclusion: Use what you have, don’t spend much money, things will come your way when they need to. Tools do not make the witch, YOU are the witch!

Love,
~Nyr 

#2 NCT 127 + Ten: How he would confess

// Masterlist //

Request: Hiiii~ could you please do a short scenario with each NCT 127 member and ten of like how they confessed? Just something cute and that fits their personalities. I died reading the making out one so yeah 😂 thank you!

I’m not gonna do WinWIn, Doyoung and Taeil. I’m sorry if you really wanted them, but I sadly don’t have the time right now. <3 But I’m glad you like the making out one!

Taeyong:

You had been walking around with Taeyong all day. You went to a small café, scared of getting caught by fans or dispatch (I fuvking hate dispacht ngl). You had been going out for some time as friends, but recently you had caught Taeyong staring at you more than often. You were still in the café, and from the corner of your eye, you could se Taeyong staring at you. You quickly turned around, at looked him in the eye. You both blushed. “Why are you staring at me?” you asked Taeyong. He smiled. “Because you’re beautiful” he said. You died”

Jaehyun: slight nfsw

You and Jaehyun had been having “a thing” for quite some time. You both just didn’t know what to do now. It was clear that you liked him and he liked you, but no one seemed to take a step further. Until today. It was 3:45 am, and you and Jaehyun were making out on your couch. Again. You felt his hand creep up your shirt, and you were so shocked that you immediately pushed him away. He looked at you, with worry in his eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push your limits. It’s just that I really want to be with you, and sometimes I forget that we aren’t even together…” he said, only realizing it when he looked at the shock in your eyes. You smiled at him, and told him that you felt the same. And girl trust me you wouldn’t be sleeping that night.

Johnny:

You were a Trainee at SM with Johnny, and whenever you were together, you were laughing your ass off, and you felt so comfortable with him. You had liked him for some time, but you were too shy to confess. He felt the same way as you. But one thing turned to another, and somehow you found yourself, making out with him in the practice room. As he slowly pulled away, he looked in your eyes and finally confessed how he felt to you.

Ten:

You and Ten had been going out for some time now, and you really felt connected to him in some way. Ten had actually confessed to you after your first date. It was really romantic, because he was saying that he had liked you for some time now, but hadn’t had the courage to tell you. You smiled, and he smiled back at you. And then, you and Ten had your first kiss.

Yuta:

It had been a very romantic and sweet confession. Because Yuta is a manly man (he said it, not me) he would wait until your third date, to confess to you. When the time came, he would pull you closer to him by your sleeves, and he would confess to you there. There would be a big smile on his face, and after that, those lips would probably be on yours.

Mark:

Since he is very shy around girls, you would have had to be friends or going out for a while, before he confessed to you. It would be very short, giggly, blushy and probably end with a small peck on the lips. He would be on cloud 9 after you accepted his confession(do you call it accepted? sorry my danish ass can’t think of a word for it lol). He would probably tell his members, but would regret it immediately, because the teasing wouldn’t stop. poor baby

Haechan:

I think he would be fairly confident. If you have seen the last episode of that disney show that him, mark, jeno, jisung and jaemin was on, you can hear how he comforted one of the girls because she was crying. So I think he has some kind of knowledge when it comes to what girls like. He would do it after school, after he had followed you home. On your doorstep he will tell you that he had liked you for a while, and he would ask you on a date. Since he is quite young and a gentleman, he wouldn’t kiss you until you told him you were ready.

 Hope you liked it anon! <3

Clearly making the most of their time out there, they also filmed a new video for Bastille’s new single “Glory”.

Smith as a rule tries not to let the band’s videos depend too much on him (“I’m not much of an actor – I found that out the hard way”) but was persuaded to make an appearance in this one.

“It was quite fun, in Texas and it’s being edited at the moment. We tried to use another day off in between shows to shoot, spent some time in Dallas. I think we want to push as far as we can with the visuals. This song’s a much simpler idea than some of the others, so we wanted to make something that was a little more expansive.

Adventures in Raising a Space Twig: Part 3

Originally posted by imaginemarveluniverse

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY 2

Post-Guardians of the Galaxy 2

The reader tries to do something nice for Quill but he is a little jealous monster, Groot doesn’t care as long as he can join in the fight.
Peter Quill x Reader
Words: 1,808


Xandar was always beautiful, and you especially liked that it was the planet where you’d all been arrested and forced together. Rocket and Quill liked it because of the black market - somethings never change.

You were shifting through the market on your own, nodding in acknowledgement to traders who you recognised, this was the kind of place that your father would take you for day trips when your mother would let him see you.
He taught you how to shoot, how to fight, how to barter and was always buying you tiny knives to hide on your person, just in case you needed them.

This little market made you miss your father even though you’d had chance to speak to him after Yondu’s Ravager service. It was nice to have some time for yourself, Gamora had taken Groot to make sure that Quill and Rocket didn’t cause any trouble and Drax and Mantis had wandered off, no doubt so that Drax could tell her just how unappealing he found her.

You and Quill hadn’t really spoken since you’d woken up a few mornings ago to find half of the ship covered in photos of you and Quill curled around one another sleeping.  You’d not spoken about it but the side glances towards each other and the silence was enough to tell you that something about your relationship had shifted.
The thing that you’d both been ignoring for so long had been slapped in front of your eyes and shot at you as jokes from Rocket and Drax. You’d laughed it off of course but you knew, as Quill knew; now you’d have to face the feelings that you’d been avoiding and decide to push it aside or explore it.

Which one would be scarier, you had no clue.

You were snapped from your thoughts when you noticed a twinkling little trinket on one of the stalls. With a smile, you approached the attractive Xandarian vendor, “Good day.”
His eyes trailed you obviously, slowly, up and down, “Greetings and what can I do for you?”
His voice was sultry as you flirted back and forth for a few moments, it was innocent enough from you, you just wanted a discount.

It was only when the vendor leaned across his table to touch your cheek did you notice Quill’s appearance as he snatched the man’s wrist midair before he could touch you.

“I didn’t hear the lady give you permission to touch her.” Quills words were light but his tone dead and from where you stood you could see the Xandarians pained face and how Quill’s fingertips turned white from the pressure he was exerting in the grip.

“Quill, it’s okay, we were just talking.” You tried to calm him down; you’d only ever seen his expression so grave during battle.

Quill finally let the man go when you gently put a hand on his arm and coaxed him to release him.
The vendor clung his wrist to his chest, “You disgrace.“ 

“Woah, sir, calm down.” You tried to keep the atmosphere light, you could feel Quill go ridged beside you and you didn’t need to look at him to know that he was glaring a hole into the man’s face.

The vendor went on the defense, he spat, “There’s no need to get jealous you stupid Terran, you think I don’t know who she is? What she is? You think that I’d be interested in this Ravager scum?”

He spat at your feet and you flinched at childhood memories of the slur.

Quill gently placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you back behind him, over his shoulder you could see Gamora, Drax and Groot approaching and you gestured for them to rush.

Drax was busy trying to comprehend your gesture but Gamora was already picking up her pace, but she wasn’t fast enough to stop Quill as he caught the vendor by his hair and yanked him over his table, slammed him onto the floor using that hand as leverage and started to beat him with his other hand.

You took the opportunity to snatch the trinket from the table and tucked it into your pocket.

 "Peter get off of him! What is wrong with you?!“ Gamora snapped as you both tried to pull him off the vendor whose face was already swollen and bleeding. Drax’s booming laughter and Groot ‘attacking’ the man’s feet did nothing to help either of you.
“Drax go do something useful! Find Rocket or Mantis, whoever you get to first!” You snapped over your shoulder and he did as he was asked, mostly because of your friendship. He was fairly sure that Quill’s reaction would be justified to whatever had happened.

It was Mantis who came back with Drax first, which was probably for the best as it only took one hand on Quill’s shoulder to send him into a calm daze. Gamora and Mantis led Quill out, you picked Groot up and followed them. Drax hadn’t finished bartering so you told him not to worry and to continue his shopping as long as he remembered to bring Rocket home with him.

You met the others outside and Gamora came up to you, “Mantis and I were going to dine, will you be okay with him?”

She glanced over at where Quill was sat on the edge of a decorative fountain; he looked intolerably grumpy even though Mantis had a hand on his shoulder. You were happy at how close Mantis and Gamora seemed to be becoming, you were starting to think that something was going on between them but as Queen of ignoring your feelings you knew that it wasn’t your place to pry.

“We’ll be fine thank you; I think we need to talk.” You told her and held your hand out so that Groot could jump into it from your shoulder.

“Thank you for helping us with that asshole.” You grinned at him and gave him a high five with the tip of your finger. He jumped from your hand into Gamora’s, he gave you a wave and then they were gone, leaving you with one grumpy Star Lord.

You wandered over slowly before standing in front of him, “Wanna tell me what that was about?”
“Er, he spat at you, you’re welcome.” He grumbled playing with a zip on his jacket.

“You started well before then.” You argued.

 He sighed like a caught out teenager, “Maybe I’m just annoyed that I have to go clearing up after your rubbish taste in men.”

You resisted the urge to whack him, “Maybe you should spend less time being a jealous prick and more time talking to me about the other morning?”

“You were flirting with him.” He said as he finally looked up at you, scowl in place, “Guess I just figured that you were like that with everyone, me included.”

It was childish, you could admit that, but when your friend of many years and object of your affections spoke with such venom you couldn’t stop yourself. You shoved him straight into the fountain. Hard.

He landed with a splat and an oomph before he settled, soaking wet and gaping up at you in shock.

Taking the trinket from your pocket you threw it at him and he caught it midair, he opened his hand to inspect the small clothing pin in the shape of a silver arrow.

“I was trying to distract him while I stole that for you so that you could have something simple to remind you of Yondu, you asshole.” You snapped and left him there in the water.

It was a few hours before Quill came to find you, he leaned in the doorway like a sullen child in fresh clothes and a towel around his neck.
You didn’t look up from the weapon you were trying to put back together.

He cleared his throat.
You rolled your eyes before mumbling, “I’m not apologising.”

“I was just wondering if you’d help me with this?” He asked and you finally looked up to see him fiddling with the arrow pin that you’d stolen for him.

You clicked your tongue, “You can pull a Xandarian over a table by his hair but you can’t wrestle a pin into a t-shirt?”
“Maybe I just want to give you an excuse to feel me up.” He smirked. You couldn’t help but smile in response. He wandered into the room and you rose from the bed to meet him in the middle. You held out your hand but instead of putting the pin in your palm he gently took your hand in his.

“Thanks, you know, for stealing for me.” He told you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His over hand found your hips and brought you into a weird, awkward waltz. You danced together all of the time but this was strange.
It was difficult.
It was intimate.

“Anytime.” You smiled, “I’m not thanking you for beating up that vendor.”
He shook his head softly, “Just let me enjoy the moment.”
You’d gravitated closer until when you looked up your nose brushed his, “Oh, are we having a moment?”

“Well I’ve been trying to get you to see me like this for long enough.” He breathed, his words ghosted over your lips until his own lips followed and you were kissing.

Chapped lipped pushed against yours, Quill’s hand left yours to cup your cheek while his other pulled your hips closer. Pulling the towel around his neck you held him close, revealing in the embrace until a quiet cheer disrupted you.

You jumped back away from Quill, your face burning. Quill’s eyes stayed closed as he pouted and waited for you lips to find his again. You hit his chest, laughing at his antics, and when he opened his eyes you pointed at the doorway where Groot was jumping up and down cheering and clapping his hands.

“I am Groot!” He grinned running over to you both, he climbed up Quill’s trousers and shimmied up until he was cuddled in between your chests.
“Language Groot!” You scolded him lightly but he just grinned.
“What did he say?” Quill asked and poked Groot playfully in his stomach, he held you close with his other arm around your waist.
“About fucking time.” You translated and Groot nodded happily.
“I gotta agree with him there.” Quill smiled and leaned over Groot to give you a chaste kiss.

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