gonna fix it later


quickly finished a old-ass wip hope you guys like~~


all time low + inspirational lyrics from each album (with the help of @gabricl)

put up or shut up (2006) - the party scene
so wrong, it’s right (2007) - stay awake
nothing personal (2009) - therapy
dirty work (2011) - time-bomb
don’t panic! (2012) - so long, and thanks for all the booze
future hearts (2015) - missing you


Character Aesthetics: Kelsea Glynn (11/?)

“Stories moved Kelsea most, stories of things that never were, stories that transported her beyond the changeless world of the cottage.”

To the Four of Us (Part Twenty Seven)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.
words: 2,139
warnings: drug mentions, swearing
all chapters: x
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Alexander knew he fucked up. It was ten o’clock on a Monday morning and he was laying in his bed watching his ex-boyfriend get dressed to make the walk of shame back across campus.

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I’m So Sorry

Summary- Y/n is an actress on the show, she plays the Winchester’s little sister. One day during filming there is a little accident.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.


Part Two

It’d been a long day on set; they were currently on their 15th take of the scene and Y/n has exhausted to say the least. They were filming the scene where Demon Dean chases Sam and Lizzie through the bunker.  

Y/n rested her head on her arms as she sat in her chair watching Jensen chase Jared down the Bunker hall.

“CUT,” the director yelled and Y/n lifted her head up hopefully, praying that it would finally be dinner break. “Alright, Jared and Y/n you’re up. Let’s try the two of you chatting again before we head to dinner.”

Y/n groaned as she slid down from her chair and headed toward the set. Jensen gave her a sympathetic smile as he passed her, gently squeezing her shoulder. She meet Jared in one of the hallways of the Bunker set.

“Hey,” he greeted her. “You look tired.”

“Yeah, and hungry,” she grumbled.

“Well, hopefully we’ll be done soon after dinner. They’ve kept us here late all week, I doubt they’d do it again tonight. Everyone has to sleep at some point,” Jared comforted her.

Jensen and Jared were like older brothers to Y/n, granted much older, but still the three of them were very close. Y/n’d been on the show since she was only 11, playing Lizzie Winchester, the youngest Winchester and the boys had instantly taken that older, protective role over her in real life. Now at almost twenty she was grown up, but they’d still remained close.

“Action,” the director yelled.

Y/n and Jared were instantly in character. Jared ran down the hall towards her, “Lizzie, Dean broke out!”

Thankfully they’d gotten the scene right in the first shot and were at dinner before they knew it. Y/n settled down in her seat, digging into the pile of junk food in front of her. Jensen and Jared joined her and the three eat together in silence for the most part, tired from a long day of filming.

“Any idea how much longer we’re filming tonight?” Y/n asked.

Jensen shrugged, “No idea kiddo. We’re ahead of schedule as it is so I’m hoping they’re going to call it a night soon.”

Y/n nodded, Jensen laughed, “Getting tired?”

She hummed and whined, “This is the third day in a row that we’ve stayed past eight and we’re still going. I just want to go home to my bed.”

“I feel that,” Jared agreed. “Gen, Danneel and the kids got in today and we haven’t even got to see them yet!”

“Rolling again in five!” The director shouted across the cafeteria. Y/n sighed and gathered her things, getting ready to head back to set.

They picked up again with Demon Dean chasing the younger Winchesters through the halls. They’d been working on this scene for three days now and Y/n was ready for it to be over. She loved her job, but this was wearing her out.

They got back on set and into places as filming prepared to start again.

“Action,” a loud voice yelled and the scene picked up where they locked Dean in the electrical closet. Jensen started to beat down the door and hollered about not wanting to be cured.

As he broke down the last of the door, Jared and Y/n turned and ran down the hallways, the sound of Jensen calling out their character’s names echoed behind them.

They ended that shot and moved on to the next one. Jared and Y/n got in position. The props guys switched out Jensen’s hammer for a knife. The new rewrites had Dean sneaking up behind Lizzie and Sam. He was gonna stab her; nothing Cass wouldn’t fix when he showed up later.  


Jared and Y/n peered around the corner, pretending to be looking for Dean. Jensen snuck up behind them and the two of them whipped around, ready to fight. Jensen grabbed her and raised the prop weapon. Y/n prepared herself, acting injuries like this was always the hardest for her.

“I don’t want to be cured,” Jensen repeated yet again, bringing the knife forward, expect it didn’t crumple against her stomach like it should have. The knife plunged forward burrowing itself into her stomach. Y/n gasped, her eyes going wide as blinding pain shot through her stomach and across her body. She tumbled forward and Jensen reached and out caught her.

“Y/N!” Jensen panicked.  What the hell happened? That was definitely not a prop knife, how did that even happen? Y/n’s legs wobbled and she started to fall toward the floor. He guided her to the floor, as Jared came running over to them yelling for someone to call an ambulance.

Jensen let out a rugged breath as he looked down, tears falling down his face. She was shaking and losing a lot of blood. He was too afraid to pull the knife out and make it worse, but blood was pooling all around it, flowing down her sides and soaking through her shirt.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jensen tried to reassure her, brushing hair out of her face and trying to smile weakly at her. Her eyes were drooping and she was clearly struggling to stay awake.

“Help’s coming okay? Just stay awake a little longer Y/n,” Jared begged.

She started to pale even more, and if the amount of blood was anything to go by the ambulance needed to be here now. Jensen sobbed, “Yeah, please, I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean too. I didn’t know; I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay, Jay.”

Part Two

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Media Naranja III

A/n: Tumblr’s being a bitch and won’t let me put gifs on top of text for whatever reason so sorry for the awkward change in format.

Buuut, Part 4 will be out soon~

Previous Part: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163078186407/media-naranja-ii

media naranja (n.) one’s better half; a partner, a spouse, or a soulmate; lit. “half of an orange”

Are you going off to see (Y/n)?“ Cynthia asked whenever Connor came into the living room, coat halfway on and a hair tie dangling out of his mouth.

Connor could only roll his eyes as he finished putting on his coat. Ever since you came over for dinner his mother would not shut up about you, she was practically obsessed.

School had started not too long ago, but that in no way stopped his mom from asking you over for dinner at least twice a week.

Connor took the hair tie into his hands and began shoving his hair into a bun at then back of his head. “Yes, but we’re meeting up at the library.”

Cynthia almost dropped her phone as she looked at him. “You’re voluntarily going to the library?”

“Look, I’ll be back later alright?” Connor yelled as he starte walking to the door.

“Just don’t come home too late, I know it’s Friday but there’s still curfew!”

“Uh-huh!” Connor called back, sighing heavily once he was finally outside.

The library was on the other side of town, but Connor never minded long walks, he appreciated having the alone time and looking around town as he sauntered down the sidewalk.

Both of you shared a history class together, and you propositioned that the two of you could look around for something to help with your upcoming project, and then after you could just walk around together and talk.

Connor looked foward to each time he hung out with you, whenever you both had the opportunity to hang out, he would practically jump at the chance.

To be fair, you were his first real friend, and he wanted to know everything about you. He liked being with you and talking to you, at last there was someone he could stand being around for more than five minutes.

Of course, that came with endless teasing from his sister and mother.

Maybe it was just hopeful thinking from his mom, but Zoe saw it as perfect material to mess with him. She’d take his phone and read aloud your text conversations in a silly voice until Connor snatched the phone from her hands.

Sometimes she’d invite you over, asking for help with timing on a jazz band peice, just to tell Connor he wasn’t allowed bother you while you were helping her, knowing it would drive him mad.

Nevertheless, he was glad to he spending time with you away from his family.

Finally reaching the street the library was on, Connor quickened his pace until he was facing the front of the building, smiling whenever he saw you reading on the steps, apparently waiting for him.

Connor immediately got this awkward feeling in his chest, and his hand unconsciously went up to his hair to make sure it looked presentable before he started walking over to you.

You had this sort of quirk, as Connor noticed, where whenever you were reading, you would completely shut out the rest of the world around you. Someone could set off a bomb next to you and you would still be entranced by what you were reading.

So, Connor decided to poke fun at you.

He went up on the steps opposite you and turned so he was now behind you, quietly sneaking up behind you, he looked over at your shoulder and peered down at the book you were reading.

At first he was surprised, if the print was any smaller he’d need a spyglass to be able to read it, not to mentioned the book looked really thick as well.

He squinted, trying to make out the little words before he got a little closer to you, and loudly started reading off the pages.

Because of the self-confidence with which he had spoken, no one could tell whether what he said was very clever or very stupid.“ Connor read in an overly posh accent, only breaking whenever he saw you jump.

You whirled around to see his laughing face before lightly hitting him on the shoulder. “Say it a little loudly why don’t you? I don’t think Canada could hear you.” You said to him, joining in when he continued to laugh.

“What the hell are you reading?” Connor asked, plopping down next to you.

“War & Peace,” You answered, before noticing the look he was giving you. “What?”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” He said, turning the book over to see the title. “That thing’s like a thousand pages long.”

1225.” You corrected before taking it back from him. “It’s actually really interesting.”

“If you say so,“Connor said, standing up from the steps. “C'mon, we gotta a library to ransack.” He told you, taking your hand and pulling you into a standing position.

“Shouldn’t take us too long, I know where all the sections are.” You whispered to him as you both entered the doors.

“Okay, what about this one?” Connor asked as he handed you a random book from his place on the floor, he was leaning against the lower shelves while you looked at the opposite shelf.

You looked at the cover before holding back a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, really?” Connor asked with a surprised expression before looking at for himself.

The book had nothing to do with 1920’s America, but instead was an encyclopedia on antique furnishings.

“Why the hell is this in here?”

“Majority of people never put books back in the right place, you’d find all sorts of random stuff on shelves.” You answered, sitting down on the floor opposite of him.

Connor was about to make a witty remark but was interrupted by your phone going off.

“Doesn’t really matter, we should have enough to meet the written source material requirement anyways.” You said.

Connor started flipping through the furniture book to see some of the pictures, only looking up at you whenever you laughed a little under your breath.

You smiled at your screen, laughing again before you started tapping out a reply.

“Who dares to disrupt (Y/n) while she’s at the library?” Connor mused, doing his best to disguise his curiosity.

“You know Tony, the one in from Physics?”

Connor shrugged. “Eh, more of an acquaintance.”

You nodded. “Ah, I see. Well the two of us just text a lot, send each other silly stuff.”

Connor smiled. “Sounds riveting.”

You laughed as you shook your head. “Oh hush up.”

Connor shifted on the ground, he was never aware the two of you were friends, I mean, he’d never seen you both talk. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to you, but for whatever reason, the idea made him uncomfortable.

You both signed out the books before leaving the library, but it was still fairly light out.

“We could probably stop and get something to eat if you’re up for it?” You offered.

Connor was about to accept, but then your phone went off again and suddenly the idea lost it’s appeal.

After the first time, your phone went off at least once every five minutes, and each time you were quick to respond. It shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did.

“Actually, I forgot but my mom has something for me to do, and if I don’t she’ll kill me.“Connor said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh okay, maybe another time then?”

“Uh yeah, I’ll text you later.” He answered, waving at you before taking off down the road.

“Well you’re home early!” Cynthia called whenever she saw her son walk into the house. “I wasn’t expecting you for at least another two hours-”

“I’ll be in my room.” Connor said to her before going up the stairs and closing his bedroom door a little too harshly.

Cynthia looked up the stairs, Connor hadn’t acted like this in weeks, she debated going up and asking what had happened, but decided it was best to give him space.

Originally posted by menpale