“Band names are just made up!”


Then I’m not surprised that Panic! At The Disco came from the lyrics of “Panic” by Name Taken (Panic at the disco/Sat back and took it slow).

Mikey Way used to work at a Barnes & Noble. While stacking books during his shift, he saw a book by Irvine Welsh called Five Tales Of Chemical Romance. He wrote the title down and showed it to his brother Gerard after he came home. Gerard agreed with the name for the band - he just added “My” to make it personal.

While performing for the first time, Fall Out Boy was nameless at that time. The band asked the audience to give them name suggestions. One of the audience yelled out “Fallout Boy”, who is the sidekick of Radioactive Man in The Simpsons. The name stuck.

Green Day is actually a slang for someone who does nothing but smoke marijuana all day. 

AC/DC was an acronym for “Alternating Current/Direct Current” on a electric sewing machine. Kinda fits the rhythm of the band if you think about it.

Black Veil Brides is a Roman Catholic term used to describe a woman who gives up her pleasures after getting married in a church so she could devote her life to God. Since marriage is the happiest moment of one’s life, the opposite of it is be having to attending a beloved’s funeral. 

Imagine Dragons is an anagram of letters from different words. The band kept a secret of revealing the words.

Joy Division is the name of a prostitution wing of a Nazi concentration camp from the novel The House of Dolls.

Avenged Sevenfold was mentioned in Genesis 4:24; “If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold, Truly Lamech seventy and sevenfold.”

Coldplay was originally called “Starfish”. They renamed themselves after another friend’s band, who had named themselves after a book of collected poems, Child’s Reflections: Cold Play.

The Beatles misspelled their name to describe their music “beat”.

Nirvana is a term of Buddhism for a person who succeeds into transcending the human suffering and rebirth through many spiritual practices and meditation.

Linkin Park is the change of name of Lincoln Park, the same park where Chester used to drive past every day for band practice.

Pierce The Veil was a social term that Vic learned in his Sociology class. According to his professor, “piercing the veil” is a fancy term for cutting the root of a problem before it influences you.

Twenty One Pilots got its name when Tyler was in theatre class. The play he was studying was All My Sons which involved the main character allowing the flight of various planes after finding faulty parts. Due to his actions, the protagonist becomes responsible for the deaths of 21 pilots.

There are a couple reasons how The Who got its name. The most popular was that Pete Townshead’s grandmother often called popular bands “The Who?” due to her impaired hearing.

Of Mice & Men named themselves after the novel by John Steinback.

Paramore is a respelling of paramour which means “secret lover”.

Iron Maiden is the name of a torture device.

Foo Fighters were used by the Allies during the WWII to describe UFOs.

Evanescence means a disappearance/dissipation like vapor. The band chose this as they find it as the description of the temporal nature of life. 

Asking Alexandria was named after Alexander the Great.

All Time Low was mentioned in the song “Head On Collision” by New Found Glory.

Led Zeppelin refers to the Hindenburg disaster. Before the band was formed, Keith Moon and John Entwistle made a joke of how a supergroup containing themselves, Jimmy Page, and Jeff Beck would be a “lead balloon”, a British idiom for disastrous results.

Muse originates from the fact that the bandmates heard someone from their hometown suggested that a muse is hovering Teignmouth, England to explain why many of the town’s populace are becoming members of band.

The Misfits is the name of the 1961 film.

Yes, there are some bands whose names are inventive and original but seriously. There are many musical groups that I can count whose names come from something.

anonymous asked:

Can birds do drugs?

If you mean “can birds knowingly go out and acquire illegal psychologically modifying chemicals for recreational use” I would say definitely not. However, birds can and have been observed getting totally sauced on various delicious fermented fruits.

Waxwings and robins will gorge on thawed berries until some of them are so inebriated that Environment Yukon has taken to keeping the worst off in tiny bird drunk tanks until they’re sober enough to leave. Inebriated zebra finches sing like they’re at terrible karaoke nightDrunk parrots periodically fill animal hospitals in AustraliaA flock of intoxicated starlings stopped traffic in Austria after running into numerous cars. THE LIST GOES ON.

As mentioned in the video, hilarious to hear about but in reality it is causing a major problem; these “drunk” birds have a hard time avoiding head-on collisions with buildings and other man-made paraphernalia. Moral of the story: don’t drink and fly, kids. Unless you’re a bat. Because it turns out you don’t need to pass a breathalyzer test to fly with sonar.

It was supposed to be an innocent trip to the movies– a date night because the two had been horribly busy over the last two weeks.

Keith picked Lance up around seven and was surprised to see the latter looking incredibly pale and bundled up in a coat despite the early fall temperatures.

“You’re sick,” Keith said flatly as Lance eased himself into the passenger seat. His hands gripped tightly around the wheel, but he kept his eyes trained on the brunet.

“I’m okay,” Lance said, but seconds later, he had to turn away to cough harshly into the crook of his elbow.


“I said I’m fine,” Lance muttered out tiredly as a few, weaker coughs slipped past his lips. “Yeah I’m a little sick, but I haven’t seen you in two weeks, Keith. I want to spend time with you.”

Sighing, Keith leaned toward Lance and brushed a hand against the brunet’s too warm cheek. “We can spend the night in. We don’t have to go out.”

Lance shook his head. “We agreed on a proper date night. Let’s just go. I’ll be fine.”

Keith was reluctant, but he couldn’t counter Lance’s stubbornness. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking spot he was in.

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Photographer Tapio Kaisla took a trip to Dovrefjell–Sunndalsfjell National Park, Norway, to find these magnificent oxen amid their natural habitat. Even though spring is not rutting season for these animals, they were already seriously testing their strength against each other and the air rang out with the loud bang of the head-on collision between these two beasts.

Slow Burn

You know what I LOVE? The fact that Korra and Asami’s relationship was slow burn. That it built up, over four seasons of friendship, two seasons of pining. It wasn’t like Makorra, where it was fresh out of the gate, full-blown. When they got together, it was nice- but it was a collision. A head-on collision of two equal, opposing forces that would’ve never worked out.
With Asami, though, it works. Their personalities complement each other. Asami was never something Korra wanted, Korra YEARNED for. It was something she realized. All her desires didn’t center on one person, like it did with Mako. Book 1 Korra was immature, naive. She wanted Mako because…well, because! No good reason, really, except that he was hot and yah.
But with ASAMI…she was allowed to grow first. Find out who she was. Then, when she was READY, it was something she finally realized. Like, oh- I like her. I really, really like her. I want to be with her now, now that I have finally wanted to be with myself.
With Asami, she had a gal pal. A talking friend. Someone to vent her troubles to and talk it out with (I’m not sure if this ever successfully worked with Mako?). She learned patience, and loyalty, and HOW to be a friend with Asami. She learned how to be close with someone, and how to be compassionate and caring. Korra and Asami are just so, so organic. Not a forced thing- developed naturally, over time, as all successful relationships should be. I only hope I can receive this in my life. :’)

astrology is true guys

-when i was in a car accident with my mom(she was driving) she had a mars trine uranus transit which can indicate accidents with technology (james dean had a conjunction between the two when he died, thank god my mom only got away with a broken ankle)

-i have saturn(planet of restriciton and difficulties) in 3rd house which represents not only communication but siblings too and before I was born my mother miscarried my brother

- my father has neptune(planet of arts) conjunct midheaven(future and career) and he is an artist

-i have mars(planet of the body and action) in scorpio in 8th house(death, rebirth)and I’ve been through many accidents - head-on collision, almost burned down my house, had a toaster explode right in front of my face, badly hit my head 2 times when I was a child, took heart pills when i was 5 because I thought they were candy

-mom has capricorn rising and never smiles to strangers 

-my cousin has saturn(could also represent father) in 5th house(hobbies and affairs) and her dad has cheated on my aunt multiple times

-plus she has venus in aquarius and is always very likeable and playful but is almost never affectionate towards anyone lol

All The Time in the World - hs

Originally posted by harryesque

Pairing: Harry styles x reader

Warnings: car accident, angst

If people like this I will probably do a part two! If not, I might anyway

You loved nights like these.

Lounging around the living room in the home of one of your close friends, with people all around you exchanging laughs and making conversation. The kitchen bench filled with empty plates of food and empty beer bottles. Harry, the love of your life, by your side.

You loved all the memories you made at parties like these, and tonight had been no different. But the night was beginning to come to a close. The eyes of your friends were starting to droop sleepily and people were now making their way back to their own homes.

“I think it’s time we headed home,” Harry said, his lips tickling your ear as he spoke. You nodded at him and rose to your feet, stumbling forward slightly. He rose an eyebrow at you with a smirk, noticing the effects the champagne has clearly had on you.

“I’ll be driving us home then.”

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Patater Week (Feb 6) Get Together

you know how i said i wasn’t doing this

apparently i am a liar.

(all the week’s fics will go onto ao3)

They literally slam into each other at a roller rink.

It’s a You Can Play benefit thing for kids. Kent’s too busy watching to make sure he doesn’t run over one of the mini-tots that he completely misses the giant headed in his direction. And you would think, wouldn’t you, that a guy whose career involved balancing on knives on ice would take a check on skates as well as he did in an ice rink, but nope. Kent hits Alexei Mashkov head-on and sends them both into a pile on the ground.

The icing on the cake is Kent’s arm clotheslining a six-year-old on the way down.

So now he and Tater are both sitting on the side of the roller skating rink, holding matching cold packs to their faces while a small child stuffs tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.

“I’mb gonna tell everybody at school that Kent Parsob hit by face!” the kid tells Kent happily, oblivious to his dad’s efforts to keep him from talking and thereby snorting blood everywhere.

Kent gives him a weak thumbs up. At his side, Alexei makes a noise that might actually be a giggle.

“You so cute with kids,” Alexei says.

Damn language barriers, Kent thinks. “You mean I’m good with kids. And I’m not that great. They just like me because I’m ridiculous.”

“You are very ridiculous,” Alexie agrees. “But I’m choose right word, ‘cute.’ You are cute being with kids.”

Kent thinks the head-on collision must have knocked something loose in both their heads. He twists sideways and gapes, the effect of which is probably lost due to the ice pack covering half his face. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

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On the 20th of April 1989 Patricia Meehan was witnessed driving down the wrong side of the road on a highway in Montana. She was seen by Peggy Bueller and her father, who quickly swerved onto the shoulder to avoid a head on collision but Meehan still managed to crash into the car behind. The car was driven by an off duty police officer who escaped the wreck unscathed. When she emerged from the wreck she noticed that a blonde woman had left the other car and was staring at her as if she was ‘looking straight through’ her. This woman was Patricia Meehan, who proceeded to climb over a fence and stand motionless, watching the wreck from the side of the road. Eventually she retreated into an empty field and vanished.

This was the last confirmed time Meehan was seen alive, and she has been missing ever since. The circumstances surrounding her disappearance are bizarre, her landlord described her behaviour around this time as strange, and that she ‘seemed hyper’. One of the theories for her unusual behaviour at the scene of the crash is that she may have sustained amnesia and forgotten where she was - although this does not account for why she was driving down the wrong side of the road. 

There were over 5000 reported sitings of Meehan following her disappearance, and an extensive search was conducted. In spite of this Meehan has been missing for over 28 years.

Fallen Idols - Part 1

Word Count: 2713

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: SURPRISE It’s been forever, I know. I’m sorry. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

Thanks to @percywinchester27 for beta’ing this for me when it took me 50 years to write

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Lying sprawled across the back seat of the Impala with Dean at the wheel and Sam in the passenger seat again felt right, like you were where you were supposed to be. It had been three weeks of nonstop searching for the Colt with no success, but you didn’t care, you were just happy your family was back together again. So happy, in fact, you were humming Zeppelin while you stared out at the stars.

“Whole Lotta Love?” Dean chuckled, turning to glance back at you, before turning back to the empty road. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m just happy. Don’t kill my buzz, Dean Bean.” You shrugged him off, much to Sam’s amusement. “Do we have more chips?”

“No. We gotta make a stop when we reach civilization.” Dean said. “Seriously, though, what’s wrong with you? You’re freakin’ me out. Are you possessed?”

“Nope.” You popped the p and sat up, leaning over the seat and kissing his cheek. “Told you. Just happy. You said you had a case, so what’s the case?”

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Find Out Who You Are

A/N: So this is going to be the first part in what I have planned to be a seven part series. I hope you guys enjoy it <3

Tag list: @kamuithedragonlord, @batfamily-imagines, @superboyconner

Y/N had been alone most of her life. She had been orphaned at a very young age, she couldn’t even remember her mother’s face.

Since then, she had been passed from foster home to foster home. It wasn’t that she was difficult or that no one wanted her, it just seemed like everywhere she went, trouble followed.

Two of the homes she stayed in had house fires that burnt them to the ground, one of her foster mothers died in a head on collision car wreck, and another set of parents disappeared without a trace, leaving a fourteen year old girl to wonder if anyone really wanted her.

At fifteen, Y/N had learned the hard way that the world was a rough place and you needed to learn to fight if you want to survive. So she adapted. She figured out how to fight and got better at it. The skills she learned she used to protect other kids on the streets.

It wasn’t too long before she started to make a name for herself. The young kids who struggled to survive looked at her as a mentor and she taught them what she knew. One day, Batman himself showed up. He was impressed that someone with no formal training could fight well enough to survive and to protect those around her.

Of course, Y/N couldn’t see that underneath his cowl and frown. He offered to be her mentor. Take her in from the streets and give her actual training.

She refused. She couldn’t leave the other kids. So he found them a home. Hired a nanny to makes sure they had adult supervision. Then she agreed to train. He taught her everything he could and brought her to the Young Justice in the hopes that she would learn to work with a team.

It wasn’t easy, but she did it. She worked her ass off and graduated high school at the top of her class and now she was working a part time job to support herself while she was in college.

She probably needed to get a second job, but that would take time away from her time with the team.

Everything had fallen in line. It was still stressful balancing school, work, and superhero duties, but she was doing it with the help of her friends.

“Riptide! Watch out!” Conner cried out, pulling Y/N from her thoughts. She jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being shot. The Light had figured out they were there.

It wasn’t against the plan for the Light to figure out they had two spies, but Y/N was still caught a little off guard. Something was brewing, bubbling under the surface and, as always, all signs pointed towards the Light being behind it. Good thing some of the League was here to back them up on this fight. It looked like the Light had brought everyone today.

Y/N felt her mind go into combat mode. All memories and worries pushed back as she fought.

Meanwhile, Klarion was having the time of his life. Chaos was always present in any fight and it seemed to be thriving right now. He could feel some unusual magic in the room. Something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He scanned the mass of fighting people until he spotted one figure. She was mostly in black, but the light on her helmet made it look teal. He knew that this was the person with the spell. He wasn’t positive what undoing the spell would do, but that’s have the fun anyway. He quickly said the necessary incantation and watched as his magic hit her. She instantly went flying across the room and hit the wall. He smiled as her teammates began to panic. He said another spell and all the members of the light and their henchman disappeared.

Everything was fuzzy. Her eyes refused to focus and her entire body seemed light as air. She also seemed to be unable to draw a deep breath. No matter how much air her lungs sucked in and pushed out, the empty feeling in her chest and head didn’t go away.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Everyone was gathering around her now. She tried to find the words to tell them she was okay, but her mouth wasn’t working. Her muscles felt weird and she was shaking.

“Y/N?” Someone touched her. She didn’t mean to push them as hard as she did, but she could hear them land with a thud quite a ways aways.

“Y/N!” that was definitely Conner. She felt someone take off her helmet, but her vision was still very blurry. Her vision began to focus. For a moment she thought she was seeing double, but it was just Conner and Superman kneeling in front of her. The pair was looking at her with the exact same concerned look on their handsome faces.

It looked like she had launched Kaldur across the room and everyone else had moved away as well. She winced, partially from the pain still settling in her limbs and partially from the fact that she may have injured a dear friend of hers.

“How are you feeling?” Superman said in a quiet voice. She very slowly tried to sit up and Conner gently guided her.

“I don’t know. It is hard to breathe and my entire body feels weird. My vision was gone, but it seems okay now.” Y/N said, staring down at her hands. “Is Kaldur okay? I didn’t hurt him did I?”

“I’m fine, Y/N. You didn’t hit me very hard, I just wasn’t expecting you to use that force.” Kaldur said, coming to stand behind Conner. “Did anybody see what happened?”

“Klarion shot her with something.” Tim said. “Whatever it was, it must have caused this.”

The group drew near once again, though not as close as before as none of them really wanted to be pushed across the room. They all froze when they heard someone gasp.

Wonder Woman pushed her way to the front of the group and knelt down in front of Y/N. She pulled her close to her chest in a strong embrace.

“Andromeda. It has been so long, little sister.”

“Baby Driver”’s use of color symbolism.  (SPOILERS BIG TIME)


A lot of people are praising the sound design in Baby Driver, which is a technical masterpiece in its own right, but there is also a lot to be praised about the color symbolism and symbolism in general with the character’s actions all throughout the movie.  My head’s been buzzing with all the use of color in this movie, please comment what you noticed which I did not! 

 Things I noticed: 


When Buddy’s wife Darling mentions “when my husband sees red, black is the last thing you’ll see”, or something along those lines, in the second half of the movie there are a TON of references to that.  In the end car chase scene between Buddy and Baby, after Darling’s death, Buddy clicks into his RED rage.  He literally sees the red from his wife’s blood, turning on his RED rage.  When he is chasing Baby around the parking complex, a red light looms ominously onto his face from inside the stolen police car he is creeping around in.  All throughout that scene he is illuminated with a RED light.  And he plans to make Baby see black from death, but BUDDY HIMSELF dies from falling and sees black for the last time in a twisted ending to his wife’s words.  He dies by falling onto a BLACK CAR, the one that fell off of the parking ramp.  He saw red from rage and died on black from death with more red fire engulfing him. 


When Baby is confronting innocent people to get out of a situation, three times the color purple/violet is for sure prevalent in some way.  The second time Baby steals a car from a random stranger to drive away, the black woman with the purse has a PURPLE car.  And the Nice Teller Lady whom Baby stops from entering the back of the building during the final heist attempt was wearing a purple jacket.  The first person that Baby interacts with was wearing a fuchsia/hot pink/purple dressy top. The purple may symbolize the physical manifestation of the calmness, kindness, and good heart Baby has which is entwined with his fast paced passion.  Purple is the combination of red and blue, red being passionate and bold and heated, and blue being peaceful and calm and cool.  So purple in essence is the combination of passion and calmness.  This ties in to the fact that Baby often thinks quickly and passionately during the adrenaline pumping chases, but doesn’t abandon his good nature and heart in those moments, and he takes the time out of his fast paced thinking to slow down and show peaceful kindness and good intentions to those he affects.  He takes the time to calmly address those people he was stealing from or helping out to give them peace of mind and safety, adding a blue nature to the dangerously red situations of those scenes.  Hence the purple similarities in those three instances.  (I also realize that the purple colors may be interpreted as more hot pink or fuchsia in nature, they were all more on the pinker side of violet.)


The similarities between Deb and Baby’s mom are abundant.  They both have golden blonde hair, they both worked at the same diner, and both of them sing.  Along with them both being blonde, the tape recording that Baby made named “MOM” has yellow tape for the label, and I think was either the only tape or one of the few tapes that had colored tape labels.  The yellow and gold associated with his mom and Deb symbolize the beacons of comfort and hope that they both are to Baby.  Deb also wears a golden yellow dress when Baby first sees her, as she is singing angelically.  She is seen as an angelic person through Baby’s eyes, and gold is often associated with divinity/comfort/happiness along with the color white.


Buddy, with his Red Rage, aims to make Baby see black by killing him.  In his rage he targets Deb, someone close to Baby, who happens to be wearing black as a part of her waitress uniform.  The black end result is seen in a different way.  Baby sees someone he loves being the target of maliciousness, and sees black on Buddy’s target, Deb.  Even before Buddy’s Red Rage, the group of criminals targets Baby’s foster dad, who throughout the movie wears dark colored clothing, possibly black/grey clothing.


Within the laundromat that Deb and Baby were hanging out in, in every single machine there was either red, yellow, or blue clothing tumbling about.  Each one had a specific color load too, no laundry machine had mixed colors, only one color was being washed in each machine.  I liked that scene’s aesthetics in particular because the patterned background of the tumbling colors, all moving in unison and with uniform placement, helps the viewer concentrate more on the characters than the surrounding location.  At least that’s the effect it had on me.  Even though the colors were vivid and heavily saturated, it added to and fit in with the popping stylized aesthetics of the movie, so it didn’t feel out of place.  The colors in the room reflected the emotions that they were likely feeling, like red passion/love/interest for each other, a sense of blue peace and calmness stemming from their sweet separation from their chaotic and complex lives, and the yellow glimmer of hope for new possibilities.  And then the end of the scene compliments the romance by zooming in on a laundry machine washing red clothing, with their dancing reflections accented by the red clothing, symbolizing the budding romance. 


 The instance of Baby’s parents being killed by a head on collision with the back of a truck is echoed back to in the final act of Baby Driver.  His parents died from the collision, which sparked the endless tinnitus and haunting flashbacks of his parents’ death.  His trapped hearing and mind is evident throughout the film, and can be resembled by his constant earbud-plugged ears.  Also from him being trapped and forced further into the crime business.  His trapped self bursts forth in the end and comes full circle when he kills Bats.  He literally kills Bats the same way that his parents died, by ramming into the back of a truck.  When the others scream at him “WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU DO BABY?!?!”, he replies “I moved.” with a cold stare.  That cannot have just a single meaning.  I think that he decided then and there that he had enough, and he meant the words literally and metaphorically.  That he killed a malicious person who caused chaos to others, which symbolized the death of his involvement with the dangerous individuals and their schemes and that he was done.  He moved forward in more ways than one.  And the same action from the beginning of the movie reenacted makes it come full circle. 

What else did you guys notice with symbolism and color in “Baby Driver”?  Please comment and share for a fun discussion about how awesome this movie is, or why you didn’t like it! 

“Troop Leader” Part 10

Summary: How will your father handle the fact that James Buchanan Barnes is the one mending your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count:1100

A/N: the fluff has begun! both taglists are open! (Bolded tags wouldnt let me tag them)

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Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Tony drove you the entire way to the hospital. He held your hand as the tears continued to flow. As much as he disliked Bucky, he knew that you had feelings for him, and he couldn’t stand to see you hurt. He still hadn’t accepted the fact that you liked Bucky. Obviously, he was going to try and protect his little girl as much as possible.

You were out of the car before Tony could even stop the car. You ran through the hospital like your life depended on it, and to you, it felt like it. You spotted Nat’s fiery red hair in line at the cafeteria. You ran at her full force. Good thing she was you coming or else you would have taken her out. She embraced you in the tightest hug she could muster up at the moment. She held you as you cried in the middle of the cafeteria. The patrons gave you sympathetic looks as they past.

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Ultimate Fan: This Woman Spent $100,000 On Plastic Surgery To Make Her Comatose Husband Look Like Denzel Washington

Okay, we all have our favorite movie stars, but here’s one fan who’s seriously obsessed.

Sarah Pettis is a Denzel Washington superfan. She’s seen all his films and says she knows basically everything there is to know about him. So when a violent head-on car collision left her husband, Mike, in a coma, Pettis went all-out to show her devotion to her celebrity idol: She dropped $100,000 on plastic surgery to reconstruct her comatose husband’s face to look just like Denzel’s.

Um, talk about taking your fandom to the next level!

Because the couple’s living will gave her power of attorney, Sarah wasted no time getting to work making her husband look exactly like Washington. The 37-year-old, who says she has been crazy about Denzel since she was 14, hired a team of the best plastic surgeons in Los Angeles to operate on her husband in the ICU.

Seven surgeries and $100,000 later, the unbelievable transformation was complete. Mike has a striking jawline and a fierce brow, and when you pull back his cheeks, you can pretty much convince yourself you’re looking at the same man you saw in Remember The Titans.

All we can do is shake our heads at Sarah’s crazy dedication. We might never understand why some fans do the things they do, but it’s safe to say the bar for Denzel fans has officially been raised.

anonymous asked:

new plan for season 13: instead of seeing Dean at 40 still sleeping with random young bargirls and waitresses, drinking beer and eating burgers.. we see Dean in the ER after a minor heart attack.. then, bookending every following episode, him dutifully taking his daily antiretroviral medications in front of the bathroom mirror and grumpily attending AA meetings.

I see you and raise you: Dean wakes up in the hospital from a coma with machines beeping around him, Sam folded in a chair asleep, and Cas, whom he has to blink in surprise at, trying to negotiate his memory with the man dressed in regular clothing reading a book like he has nothing else to do.

And Dean scrambles to try and remember what the hell happened to land him in the hospital, but can’t, and straining to swallow, makes a raspy call to Castiel, who is by his side in an instant and a shout to Sam to wake up, one hand slamming the Nurse button as he does, because “Dean! You’re awake!”

“What happened?”

His answer is delayed by Sam, and Dean has a horrible moment of watching his brother start to cry because Dean’s okay, and Sam can’t even make words, basically ugly crying into Dean’s shoulder as he’s folded over the bed to hug his brother and babble apologies that don’t make any sense, “-but I got him and I’m sorry it took so long and oh God Dean, we thought you were going to die and Cas was dead and you weren’t breathing and oh God you’re awake.”

Nurses and doctors pour in and Dean has no clearer answer than he did before on what is even going on, but he’s poked and prodded and tested and examined, and listened to medical babble while Sam wipes at his face, both he and Cas nodding diligently to the doctors as they explain potential symptoms, like memory loss, the need for intense and on going physical rehabilitation?? to get Dean back to normal strength, that he’s going to sleep a lot in order to regain his strength, the slow introduction to foods??? and the expected recovery time for something like this being over the course of months.

Dean can feel himself flagging, already feeling worn down and tired, wondering if the nurses put something in his IV while he was distracted with all the rest. He barely manages to gain their attention, before drifting back off to sleep.

When he wakes, the light in the room has changed, but the occupants has the new addition of Bobby, who has to wipe his eyes and gruffly tells Dean it’s about damn time he woke up and stopped keeping the world waiting, and Dean is so flummoxed he can’t he form words to try and make sense of what the hell???

What happened?

“Lucifer,” Sam explains. “He beat you into a coma before I could stop him.”

“He- what? But we- Sammy, we locked him up.”

“Right, both he and Michael are locked in the Cage now.”

“Michael got out, too?”

They all exchange looks of confusion, Castiel slowly shaking his head.

“No, Dean. Remember? Michael was never in the Cage, he needed to take you as vessel and settled for your brother Adam?”

Dean gapes, looking at all their faces, and shaking his head, “Are you talking about Stull Cemetery?” Nods from all. “Dude, that was, like, what? Eight years ago? I remember that,” he says with an eye roll. “What happened with him getting out the second- or apparently third time?”

They all look at each other in confusion, and creeping exhaustion makes Dean impatient, jabbing a finger at them as he talks. “Civil war in Heaven against Raphael, the Leviathan getting loose from Purgatory- in which Bobby should be dead, so explain how you’re not- then me and Cas spent a damn year in Purgatory, then Naomi brainwashing and controlling Cas for months on end.. what happened after that? Oh, fucking Metatron forcing all the angels to fall and Cas becoming human after he stole his grace for the spell. Kevin and later Charlie fucking dying. Mark of freaking Cain, me dying and becoming a demon, then finding a cure, which released Amara, God’s freaking sister, and then all the bullshit with the British Men of Letters and Lucifer getting out and his Nephilim baby with Kelly– and why are you all looking at me like that?”

“Dean…” Sam looks worriedly at Cas, who shrugs, and then back, shaking his head, and Dean has a moment to wonder at how much younger he looks. He’d thought it was due to grief earlier, but it’s startling now, his hair cut shorter than he currently likes it. “None of that happened. I don’t- I mean, I’m not sure how you thought– Lucifer put you in the hospital in Stull Cemetary, before I was able to regain control and force him out and into the portal. And the Chuck-” he hesitates, eye darting back and forth as he tries to explain, “this won’t make much sense, but Chuck is actually God, Dean. In disguise.”

Dean stares like he grew antlers. “I am aware, thank you. Made us pancakes and nearly died helping us fight Amara, then both of them took off together.”

“He must have been able to hear our conversations,” Cas tells Sam, “and his subconscious tried to fold them into whatever he was dreaming.” He looks at Dean. “Dean, Chuck showed up at the cemetery, brought Bobby and I back, but your injuries he wouldn’t interfere with since comas fall under free will and the decisions of the mind, but you were immediately brought here via Life Flight, and you’ve been here since, Dean.”

His brows knit together, confusion and incredulous warring on his features. “No. That’s… Cas, that was years ago.”

Sam shakes his head. “No, Dean. It was six months ago.” He gestures to the angel. “After Chuck gave Cas the option to become human or not, we both had to get jobs and an apartment so we could stay near you. We’ve been living here since you were admitted.”

Dean looks at Cas, startled. “You’re human? Why?” Because that doesn’t make sense, and Dean is sort of completely and utterly horrified to see the angel punished in such a way as to cast him out like that when he’d only done the right thing every time.

A flush spreads across Cas’ cheek, blue eyes sliding off to the side. “Because… my family is here.”

And that’s just- Dean can’t, and he says as much, shaking his head. “I- this… this is too much. I- that doesn’t make sense. I can’t, guys, I can’t.”

Sam nods, all earnestness and puppy dog eyes, and God almighty, it makes his kid brother look even younger. “No, Dean, I-I get it. we’re sorry for dumping all this on you. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I just… I need a minute,” he insists, and his brain hurts with the head on collision that is memories versus information, and any attempt to reconcile the two, and is it possible this is Djinn dream? Dammit, did he get infected again? But no, that wouldn’t explain this either.

He thinks he might be sick.

“Call the nurse and just give me a minute.“

They diligently leave, and the nurse- fucking Charlie Bradbury in the damn flesh- helps him sit up so he can dry heave into a ugly pink bucket until his stomach hurts and he’s got strain marks rising on his throat as she rubs his back, murmuring softly, and then hugging him once he done and starts to cry, to break down in sobs, because Djinn dream or whatever the hell this is, she’s alive and here and the ache that had settled in her absence releases because he has missed her so very much, and all of this is way too much, more than he can stand, and he’s just very tired from a life too hard for one person to live through.

But hours and days pass, and it seems no less real, no clues or giveaways this is some sort of supernatural event, and he knows he not dead and in Heaven, because that’s not how heavens work.

Sam and Cas are civilians, Cas having taken Bobby’s last name in order to be given a family history outside of Jimmy Novak, who’d long since gone to heaven. More over, they’re civilians with clearly no intention of getting back into hunting. Sam explaining that since they saved the world, he was washing his hands of it. They’d done what they’d set out to do: avenged Mom and corrected their mistakes, and the world shouldn’t- couldn’t demand more of them than that.

The world is saved. Dean still has his family, with Cas- though he’d never let himself hope- staying as part of that, still staying too close to Dean’s side for what is socially acceptable, but after years of feeling like he was drifting away, it’s a painful relief that leaves Dean wrapping him in a hug that lingers too long, whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Of course, Dean,” he answers, just as reluctant to let go.

And Dean thinks he might die, because coma nightmares aside, even with the painful and strenuous physical therapy- Benny and Kevin are his physical therapists, like what the hell- Dean has everything, the world on a platter, and he’s so very happy. Years worth of nightmares don’t even matter anymore.

He’s happy.

You’re welcome.

Ashes Pt. 6 [M]

Genre: Angst, Smut, Vampire!AU

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Length: 6.0k

Warnings: Depictions of violence and gore

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

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You stepped into his room and stared at the belongings on his bed. “Are you going somewhere?” You asked with arms crossed.

His eyes didn’t move from the raincoat he was holding in his hands, “Yes, there have been some complications with the arrival of some of our friends so I am leaving to pick them up and escort them here”

“Can I come with you?” You asked and Hoseok immediately shook his head. “No, I don’t think that would be a very good idea”

Your eyes narrowed, “Do you think it’s a good idea for you to go alone?”

He paused, taking a long sigh before he spoke again, “There is a bounty on your head right now. Kai has men looking for you in every fucking corner of this county and probably this state. You could be staked in the heart at any fucking second”

You scoffed, “So I’m back to being a prisoner, is that it?”

Hoseok glared at you, “Do you think I like this? Do you think I enjoy going to sleep every single night and dreaming of all the ways Kai could kill you? Do you think this is fun for me? Because it’s not. It’s fucking terrifying. But what scares me more is that you seem to have no understanding of how serious this situation is”

“I’m not stupid, Hoseok” you snapped.

“I never said you were but there are consequences for the amount of blood you have on your hands. You killed a lot of powerful vampires and humans. Your ex-boyfriend being one of them” his words made you wince. You knew what you had done. You know that you were going to have to live your undead life knowing who you burnt to the ground, but you accepted it the moment you struck the match.

“How long will you be gone for?” you asked, unsure if you wanted to know the answer.

He shrugged, “I’m not sure. It depends on who is waiting for us. Kai has been keeping watch on airports and train stations and the bus depot. I won’t know what we’re up against until I get there”

You nodded your head. He started to pack weapons you had never seen before but you didn’t ask anymore questions. The sharp edges of metal were enough to tell you that he was preparing for the worst. He had finished putting a handful of wooden stakes into the bag when he looked back up at you, “There is one thing I should prepare you for”

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She's Like The Wind - Part One

Summary: You have been blind for over 10 years. During the apocalypse, you use your utmost strength in order to survive while also fending off your mixed feelings for the big bad leader of your community, the Sanctuary.

Pairings: Negan x Blind Reader

Warnings: language. mentions of cancer. mentions of death.

“Psst.” A soft but pushy voice filled your ears. You groaned and snuggled deeper into your soft and comforting blankets. “Wake up sleeping beauty!”

“Go away Jesse!” You screeched, grabbing a pillow from behind you and heaving it in his direction. A giggle escaped your lips when you distinctly heard the pillow slam against Jesse’s face. You felt your bed shift slightly as he fell backwards from the blunt force of your throw.

“God damn it!” Jesse groaned, laughing slightly at the end of the sentence. You felt him toss the pillow back to its original position next to you.

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anonymous asked:

hi can you write an angst that jumin gets into a car accident and he loses his memories so he doesn't remember mc and that he loves her and that she his wife so mc decided it's better for him that she leaves him but then jumin start to remember her and how much he loves her and try to fix the things

Ooooh, that sounds really neat! I’d be happy to do the request! Thank you and have a terrific day! Enjoy <3


Jumin had been in an accident.

It had been a head-on collision, ramming into a speeding truck down the highway, neither Driver Kim or Jumin having the slightest time to react. 

And while at least Driver Kim had made it out with only a few broken bones, Jumin had been far worse.

He hadn’t even been conscious as they dragged him out in his gurney. 

He fell into a coma.

You had rushed to his side the moment you had found out, your hand always laced with his, tears spilling from you as it seemed the nightmare would never end.

But even when it did, you weren’t entirely sure another one simply opened. 

For when he even did truly and fully awoke, his memories were gone.

He had stared at you blankly as he fully gained consciousness, his brow furrowing as he sat up, staring confusedly. 

“What am I doing here…?” He asked. 

You could hardly speak, lips parted in utter confusion, eyes wider than dinner plates in your shock.

“Y-You’re…you’re awake…?”

“Yes…?” He questioned. “Who’re you? What’re you doing here?”

You laughed weakly, wiping at the tears bubbling in your gaze. “W-What? A-Are you serious?”

“Yes…? Are you one of my father’s girlfriends? Do you know where he is?” 

You scoffed in your bewilderment. “Your father’s-” You couldn’t even muster the word. “Jumin don’t you remember?”

“Remeber what?”

“I-I…” You felt another onslaught of sorrow pour in you, jumping from your seat. “I’m going to go get the doctor.” 

And soon enough you found out.

His recent memories were gone.

His memories of you.

And they didn’t know when they’d return.

If they’d ever. 

Yet despite it all, you stayed beside him.

“We’re…married?” Jumin murmured, walking beside you as you made your way to the penthouse, permitted to finally leave the hospital.

“Yes, a few years now.” You said, approaching the front door, listening to a click as you slipped in the key. “You sure you don’t remember anything. Not even meeting me?”

“No, I don’t. You…You planned another RFA party?”

“I did, you helped me,” You looked up to him, frowning. “You fell in love with me then, and I fell in love with you.” 


You both stepped inside, Elizabeth 3rd greeting you as she usually did, not a hint of bother upon her face.

“You were upset after your father arranged you to marry a woman named Sarah, I had been staying at Rika’s apartment but-”

“What were you doing at Rika’s apartment?” He appeared a tad skeptical, his eyes narrowed. “How do I know any of this is true?”

You swore you felt your heart crack at his words. 

“…You can…you can check with any of the other RFA members…” You answered, softly. “They’ll tell you the whole story but…” 

You turned to face him, revealing your wedding ring.

“You gave this to me, you told me that even if the world had been reduced to ruin, as long as I was in this world, there’d still be something bright.” 

He stared at you, his expression somehow changing, as though searching for some sort of key.

He seemed so close to unlocking it, something close to warmth dotting in his sight.

But somehow, cloudy and unsure.

“I’m…sorry.” He let out a deep breath. “I just don’t…remember.” 

You tried to hold the tears, folding your lips sorrowfully.

“Right…I…I shouldn’t expect it all to just come back to you.” 

“I’m sure this is difficult,” He tried his best to be sympathetic, tipping his head to the side. “I feel as if I know you, but I…” He hesitated. “I don’t quite know how to put it.” 

“It’s well-it’s something,” You shrugged. “Maybe you just need some time to yourself.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t force it on you, I’ll only make it worse,” You rubbed at your eyes. “O-On both ends.”

He sighed, crinkling his nose. “I don’t know what to say.” 

You swallowed hard. “Just…” You raised your hand to his cheek, sighing. “Take your time.” 

He nearly melted into your touch, his fingers hovering over your own, almost forlorn as you drew away.


“MC, I-” 

He couldn’t allow the words to escape him. 

You hung at the door, giving him one last small smile.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” 

And the door was shut.

And he was left on his own.

He recalled bits and pieces, yet each one blurry and untold.

Yet still, he tried. 

He wandered about the penthouse aimlessly as time went on, staring at the plenty of photos of the two of you.

Yet in every picture, his gaze was never set on the camera.

He was focused on you.

And they were full of utter adoration.

A smirk would always decorate his face, beaming with delight as you were near.

He didn’t know he could be so happy.

He raised his palm up, examining the wedding ring ribboned upon his finger.

He moved it off, reading the inscription.

“As long as you’re in it, the world will always be beautiful”

“Darling…” He whispered, trying to connect to what was thought to be lost. “My darling…” 

And like a puzzle, a piece became connected. 

“MC…MC…!” His breath hitched as the memories began to flow like a tidal wave, an onslaught of happiness he had never known.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he crumbled to his knees, laughter, and devotion filling his mind, his heart bursting with the emotion.

He remembered.

He remembered the days he’d hold you in the night, his arms cradled around you, listening as you’d drift off to sleep, a hint of a grin tugging at your lips. 

He remembered the days you’d surprise him at his office after rough days, peppering his face in kisses, your fingertips ruffling through his hair. 

And he remembered the murky moments of you by his bedside at the hospital, never letting go of his hand, insisting on staying just another day.

You had never given up on him.

Never doubted him.

But he rejected you.


How could he have done that?

The very idea of you left a loving warmth coursing throughout him.

You were an absolute miracle.

You were everything. 

And he had forgotten that. 

He rushed to call you, scrambling for your number desperately, unable to withstand the moments as he waited for you to pick up. 

“…Jumin? Is something wrong?”

“M-MC w-w-where are you?”

“I-I’m just at the little cafe across from the C & R why-” 

“I’m coming, stay right there.” 

“Jumin what-” 

He suddenly hung up, bursting out the door and down the stairs, never stopping for a second.

By the time he had reached you, sweat dribbled down his forehead, shoulders heaving and exhaustion seeping from him.

Yet as he saw you, it all became worth it. 

He rushed towards you, holding a smile that stretched from ear to ear. 


“J-Jumin what is it-” 

He pulled you close, holding you as if you may disappear with the next gust of wind, tears threatening to escape. 

“I remember love,” He told you, finally feeling true content with you. “I remember everything.” 

You were speechless.

“I’m sorry,” He pleaded. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

“You really…you really do remember…?”

“I do…” He cooed. “I finally do.” 

He continued to speak, his words delicate and cherishing in every sense.

As though the future would finally be better.

Because it would be one spent together.

“And I never want to forget again. I never want to forget you.”