hell yeah i have worked hard on this

It’s already EXO’s FIFTH year and people STILL can’t stop trying to degrade all they’ve achieved with their own efforts. I’m SICK AND TIRED of this “EXO didn’t work hard” narrative “EXO doesn’t deserve their success” narrative. Tbh, I’m shocked that out of all groups, you’re coming to E FREAKING X TO THE O about “hard work” and having things given to them on a platter, when just a few years ago…not 1, not 2, but THREE members left due to being driven to the ground, after being exhausted until they couldn’t take it anymore. I guess that’s only convenient when trying to tear EXO’s image down, but not when it comes to acknowledging how much they’ve gone through.

EXO benefited off their company? Hell yeah. Bitch, if I work my ass off to overcome the 1 to 1000 chance to get into Harvard then you better bet I’ll reap every single benefit I can. But everything I did to get there, and everything I do once I officially start looking for a career is MY effort, nevermind my university’s prestige. Every obstacle I face from then on, I alone, have to overcome it.

Look me in the eye and try to tell me that EXO faced no obstacles, not after everything they’ve been through would have left more groups than not disbanded. It wasn’t too long ago everyone would gleefully say “EXO is over, they’ll disband soon” I can’t believe all that’s suddenly in the past.

EXO had their head start, they got their privileges and special SM benefits, but just like any idol, at the end of the day they had to grit their teeth to survive. And survive they did– there’s no there’s word for it.

anonymous asked:

I know sketchyy-pencil makes fan art for the ship and well... I'm an angst whore D: can you please make an angst one shot where she cheats on you or something... To tie it with mysme lets pretend she is Jaehee and you are MC lmao

Fuck MC and Jaehee this story is about me and @sketchyy-pencil ( also if you want to send HCS for the ship I guess you can since this was really easy for me to write lmao) 


I never knew life would treat me this way. My life was actually looking great; I had an angel as a S/O, my job was amazing and I was finally happy. Hah. Life’s a bitch. I never knew taking my love to dinner would actually turn into the worst night of my life. During our dinner conversation I noticed she seemed distant. Hell she’s been distant for months. I thought it was her job stressing her out so I made sure everything was in place: having the apartment cleaned, making sure we have everything ready, and having a hot meal waiting for her. Yeah it was hard working and taking care of our home but she was worth it. She was worth my blood sweat and tears. She use to enjoy my cooking till gradually, she stopped eating my food. I already ate don’t worry or I’m not hungry  was the constant excuses she gave me. One night I even decided to run her a bubble bath but she yelled at me saying I was too nice to her. Her words did hurt me but I didn’t pay attention to it because I knew she was stressed. I didn’t pay much attention to her because at the time, I didn’t want our arguments to escalate.

During dinner, I remembered I asked her how was work and she simply took a sip of wine and told me “ I’m in love with someone else”. My heart stopped beating because I looked into her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. I continue eating my food and told her to answer my question and she did. We didn’t talk much after. We finally made it to our driveway and I went to her side of the door and opened it for her like I always had. Now we are sitting on the couch acting as strangers. I was speechless because I was still trying to comprehend those six words that caused agony within me. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor “ How long was this going on? I won’t get mad at you I promise” I whispered. She ran her fingers through her hair like she always does when she’s nervous “ For 5 months now” she sighed. I cleared my throat and laid down at the couch “ I hope the person makes you really happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world my angel. I love you so much that I prefer your happiness over mine. So I understand why you cheated on me. I was no longer your happiness. I’m sorry for not being enough” my voice hitched.

I felt her eyes pierce through my skin and she started to cry while punching my shoulder “Why aren’t you crying ! Why are you not ha-hating me! Please hate m-me! You were enough you were more than enough! Fucking hate me! Tell me off!! Say you never want to see me again!! ” she screeched. I just laughed while she was hitting me. I finally looked into those beautiful eyes again “There is no point in hitting me angel. Your words already hurt me enough to where a bullet won’t even do shit to me. I might as well add that I can never hate you. I respect and love you so much that my ass will support you in every decision you made. I told you from the beginning, I will stand by your side even if you make the wrong choice. Even if it means you loving someone else.” I uttered. I stood up from the couch and kneeled between her. I grabbed her hands and gently kissed it for the last time. I closed my eyes for a quick second and I felt hot tears rolling down my face. I gazed into her eyes “ I need to know one thing. Just one thing. When did you stop loving me?” I managed to say. It’s easy to see her emotions through her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and it took all the strength that I had to not wipe her tears away. That was no longer my job no more. She decided to pick someone else for the job and that caused pain to ache into my bones. I felt her fingers try to wipe my tears but I slapped her hand away from my face. Her breath hitched “I ne-never stopped loving you” she whispered ever so gently. Her eyes were telling me the truth but I knew her heart was lying to her mind “Bullshit. You don’t hurt the people you love” I hissed. Tears were caressing her face ever so lightly. She grabbed my hand and forced her fingers to interlock with mine. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it every so gently. I took my hand away from her and held her hand to my heart, “Remember way back then when we first started talking, you were so hard yet so easy to figure out. Your eyes showed me your soul and it captured my heart. You were my heaven and hell. I’m curious though, do you remember that long message I sent you because you teased me that I couldn’t be sweet?” I mentioned. She laughed and it sounded like angels singing to my ears. She nodded while cleaning her eyes. I fixed her hair because it was covering her face “I still mean every word from it” I stuttered while I got up and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a puzzled look while I went and grabbed a suitcase to pack all my clothes and belongings. It was a half hour later till I had my suitcases at the front door. She told to that she wanted to leave and I told her that I didn’t want to stay because I didn’t want to be surrounded by memories of her. She sat down at the couch and I went to her and outlined a cross to her forehead “I hope God gives you many more blessings and I hope you are happy with your new life and love” I said. She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat. I was ready to leave but I stopped and looked back “I will never know where we went wrong but there is one thing that I know” I whimpered. I walked closer to her and I put my hand inside my right pocket taking out a blue velvet small box. I opened it revealing the engagement ring and placed it on the table in front of her. I examined the living room once last time and my eyes finally laid on hers “ I was suppose to give it to you after dinner. It doesn’t belong to me. It was meant for you so you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you. It was an honor having my heart broken by you” I said while tears were running down my eyes. I gave her one last look and walked away.

Goodbye my love.

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I ran down the stairs with the little belongings I had. I heard my name being yelled by her but I kept going down the stairs faster. I finally reached the lobby but she took the elevator and she tried to stop me from leaving. She went on her knees begging me to stay but I pushed her off me and told her to never put her pride down for anyone. I ran through the double doors and made my way through the streets. The cold air was burning my throat and I decided to look back at her for one last time but suddenly everything turned black…..

Patater Week (Feb 7) - Proposal

(ao3)

It was supposed to be a romantic camping getaway. Instead, they’re tearing the campsite apart as fast as possible because the radio announced a freak blizzard on the way and snowflakes are already billowing down.

They manage to get everything in the car and drive out of the woods without they get stuck in a forming snowdrift.

Alexei drives, because they’re in Canada, the car is a rental, and of the two of them, he’s the one with an international driver’s license.

(”Can’t believe you have passport but not international driver’s license, Kent. What you do when you playing in Vancouver? Or Montreal?”

“I go back to the hotel after the game and I sleep.”)

Alexei is calm but Kent is scrunched down in the passenger’s seat, seething. Alexei thinks the glower is darker than warranted, but he does kind of understand Kent’s annoyance. The camping trip was his idea. A just-over-two-years anniversary trip, since their actual anniversary was in the middle of playoffs due to their having hooked up during All Stars weekend one time and managing to admit mutual feelings of “like” around the time they realized they might be facing off for the cup.

They hadn’t, but the Skype call regarding that issue had been enlightening, to say the least.

“Is okay, Kent,” Alexei says as the windshield wipers zip across his vision and the road before him turns increasingly white. “We try again, yes? Maybe go back out tomorrow, if weather clears?”

Kent grumbles and buries his nose deeper in his coat. He’s cold-blooded and gets chills if a cool breeze blows by. Alexei loves it, because it gives him the excuse to wrap Kent up in Alexei’s warm arms all the time. Now, he pats Kent’s leg. But Kent’s not having it. He grumbles again and says, “No way this’ll clear up by tomorrow. Next week, maybe.”

“So we re-schedule our flights home,” Alexei says. He takes his hand back, because a responsible driver always has two hands on the wheel. “Stay in hotel until snow is gone. No big deal—”

And that is the moment one of their tires blows out.

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Headcanon #136

During his time in Deadlock after his old home was gone, Jesse had a senior member supervise and show him the ropes of the gang. While the senior did that, he also made sure that the cowboy would swear his loyalty to the gang. This came to fruition when he mentally and emotionally manipulated McCree to do it.

Deadlock Member: “Y’know McCree, you really got natural talent with that aim of yours. I’d even say that that unnatural aiming is a gift, ya really are a kid who’s been blessed with that!”
Jesse: “Ble- blessed… kid?”

When these two words are said together, it immediately triggers McCree to flashback to the day he saw his old orphanage being burnt to the ground and him discovering the owner’s corpse. He huddle onto the ground, hyperventilating and crying.

Jesse: “N-no! NO! I’M…. NA-NA-NOT BLESSED! I’M S-S-S-SO SORRY! SISTER MARY… I DIDN’T MEAN…. DIDN’T MEAN T-TO! I’M A MONSTER… I DON’T DESERVE IT! I DON’T D-D-DESERVE ANY… ANYTHING! I’LL GET AS MUCH MONEY YOU WANT! I’LL SHOOT ANYONE YOU TELL ME! PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING J-JUST DON’T SAY I’M BLESSED. PLEASE!”

Deadlock Member: *laughs* “Oh yeah, silly ol’ me I forgot. Ya really hate those words. Don’t worry kid.” He walks up to McCree and punches him hard in the face. “I’ll make sure ya get your due punishment.” He continues to relentlessly punch McCree. “It’s such a shame that such a hard workin’ brat had to get his life shit on and punished for it. But if ya really don’t wanna be a blessed kid. Just keep doing what Deadlock tells ya and you’ll definitely have a ticket ta hell. So make sure ya do it. Work for Deadlock’s sake. Die for Deadlock’s sake.”

Jesse: “… I don’t… I don’t deserve heaven… I deserve nothing. All for Deadlock.”
Deadlock Member: “That’s right! After all, we’re family ain’t we?”

“...Hella Lit.”

Requested by an anon. I’m back and not better than ever. 

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Being friends with Jay gave you special privileges. You were always around him and friends. You were given a lot of attention because you looked different than other girls. 

You’ve been best friends with Jay since the beginning of AOMG. Jay treated you like a little sister. A little sister who was the better dancer. To all his friends you were of course off limits.

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Being Regina Mills Daughter and dating Ruby Lucas would include:

anon ask:  Hey could please do headcannons for Regina Mills’ 19 year old daughter dating Ruby Lucas? Thank you so much
warning: none
Ruby Lucas is my bae <3
Masterlist / Prompt List / Fandom List / Ask me anything!

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  • Regina is very overprotective of you
  • so when she discovered that you were dating Ruby Lucas
  • let just say that she didn’t take it very well
  • “What are you doing with that dog?”
  • “She’s not a dog mom!, she’s a cute little puppy who I love very much deal with it”
  • Ruby melt when you said that
  • She’s actually like a cute little puppy with you
  • she loves when you play with her hair
  • Regina eventually approves your relationship with Ruby
  • Snow convinced her , after she gave her a long talk about how evil she was for not letting you be with the love of your life

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BTS Reactions~ Being put in the friendzone:

Jin:

Ever since he met you, he had been dreaming of being with you. He just knew you were the one, you got along so well. You’d laugh at his jokes when no-one else would, and always praised him so much on his cooking that he’d get butterflies. But one night, when he was talking with Namjoon, he expressed his feelings towards you to him.

“Man, you’ve really got yourself in a mess.”

“What’d you mean?”

“You’re wayyyy in the friendzone, whatever that is.”

He just couldn’t believe it. From then on out, he would try his best to make himself attractive to you, proving he was boyfriend material. He’d carry things for you, and cook you meals in the shape of hearts. He even bought flowers round to your house when he visited you once. It took a while, but eventually you realized his motive.

Suga:

He’d never seen someone so beautiful, inside and out. He loved to hang out with you alone, as you understood him, but wanted more than friendship. Every time you did that thing- you know, that thing where you’d look at him in the eyes and just grin for no reason- he’d fall speechless. He just knew he had to do something to find out whether you felt the same.

“Y/N, you’re so cute.”

“Pssh, nah. Me? Cute? You must be crazy my friend.” you ruffled his hair.

Friend. That’s all he was to you. No, he wouldn’t except that. 

“No, like I mean you’re really cute. I uh, like you.”

“I like you too amigo!”

“Oh my god you’re so dense. Y/N, I’m in love with you. I have been forever, but I know you just see me as a friend. Let me change that?”

J-Hope:

He’d planned his, from the day he met you, and was totally prepared- kinda. He wanted to surprise you with flowers and ask you out, but wasn’t sure exactly how he’d go about it. So, he asked Jungkook.

“Say I, for example, wanted to ask a girl out with flowers, how would I go about it?”

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it? I can tell by the way you look at her. Jesus, you’re deep in the friendzone.”

“What?!”

“I said, you’e in the friendzone. Good luck trying to scoop your way out of it.”

From then on wards, he would get nervous around you. He just wanted you to be his, and for him to be yours. He was scared that he’d completely lose you though, and always shied away from speaking much with you. That was, until Kookie sent you a text from Hobi’s phone confessing. He apologized over and over, but confirmed that was how he felt. You replied, and when you did his heart lit up…

Rapmon:

Loving you secretly was painful for him. He’d never had this big of a crush on anyone before. One evening, after hanging out with you and the other members, he walked you to to your door, the two of you, alone. You were laughing and giggling, even as you waved goodbye. He then went back to the dorm, and lay in bed thinking of you and your beautiful smile.

That was when it hit him.

He was nothing more than a friend.

Instantly he grabbed his phone, scrambling to find your contact.

RM: Are you still awake?

Y/N: Yeah, of course? What’s up?

RM: Well, it’s hard to say, as i’m not sure you’ll… well, respond well..

Y/N: ? if you have something to tell me then please do, i’m always here for you joonie~

RM: I think I’m in love with you.

RM: Hell, I know I’m in love with you.

Jimin:

He constantly reminded himself, every day, that he shouldn’t fall too deep in love. He knew, through your responses and actions, you only thought of him as a friend, whereas he, did not. 

It was just a regular day, so he headed down to the dance studio alone to work on some moves. He practiced hard, sweating as he nailed every last step. That’s when he heard a little squeal and clapping. He turned around, to see you.

“That was so great, Jiminie! I love watching you dance.”

“And I love you.”

OH MY GOODNESS. He just let that one slip out, instead of just saying it inside his head. His face began burning up, and he wanted to scream in embarrassment. Never had he felt so stupid. But at the same time, his secret was out, and perhaps he had a chance? He’d just have to wait and see.

V:

This boy would struggle to not confess. The thing is, the other members had told him several times that he was far in the friendzone, but he just would not listen, and would daydream about you 24/7.

However, whenever he was around you, he just became so distracted by you that he’d forget he was in the friendzone, and very nearly come close to confessing. Most of the time, his consciousness saved him.

Most of the time.

“Y/N, you’re so pretty. And kind. And lovely.”

“Taehyung, don’t make up lies. Lying makes you go to hell~” you giggled at your Phan reference.

He realized that he hadn’t been able to control himself this time, but despite his sudden shock of nervousness, he continued.

“No, really. I really like you Y/N. More than friends.”

Jungkook:

Too shy. Yeah, maybe that was it- he was just too shy around you. He thought that maybe if he made himself more manly he would be able to escape the so-called friendzone you’d put him in.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh hey kooki- why am I being pushed against a wall?”

He stared directly into your eyes. You seemed to be confused. He was embarrassed. Why did he even do this? This was clearly not the right way to escape the friendzone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry…” He dropped his arm, his previously sultry look changing into his regular, soft look.

“Jungkook, is there something I should know?”

“Well, I’ve, uh, liked you for some time now, in more of a love way, you know? I didn’t know what to do, so I um, embarrassed myself in front of you.”

~ Thank you for requesting! This one was fun to write!

That moment you have worked all day hard and when you finally can take of your bra and the boobs are like. Hell yeah we are free whoop whoop. I love that feeling

EXO Reaction when they watchBaekhyun dying in Moon Lovers

Oh I cried so hard in that part… like it wasn’t necessary… he should have lived…. ugh! Ara~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Knows the off-screen secrets* “Oh Baekhyun.. falling asleep while filming worked! You naughty little kid!”

Kris:

*Angry because they made him watch it and cry*

Sehun:

“Woah Baek… you are such an actor… so good… I’m touched” *Should-have-told-her-you-loved-her-earlier-tho*

Tao:

*Can’t with the tears*

Kai:

*Trying to hard to not fall asleep* “I need to stay up… ugh this couch is so comfy… wait why is Baekhyun dead?”

Xiumin:

*This is the second time they’ve seen me cry…. I can’t do this anymore… this has to stop!” *So done with life atm xD*

Baekhyun:

“Hell yeah! I’m such a great actor! Look at me!”

Luhan:

“No no… tear… do not fall… don’t you dare…. men don’t cry….. ahhh tear!”

Chen:

“Is this for reals…. they were just…. starting to be happy…. together…. why?”

Kyungsoo:

“Remind me to never give Baekhyung acting advice again…. I can’t deal with this” *Definitely regretting it because the pain*

Lay:

“What kind of thing is this… who does that do their own brother! They could have been a lovely family… why?” *Angel is really confused and broken*

Suho:

*Cries as it were real* “My son… my poor son… when he had just found love… why…”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Seriously (2/?)

Summary: After a bad hunt with The Winchesters, you find yourself parting ways after 3 years of hunting alongside the two  . The minute you’re on your own you make a new life, a life without the Winchesters . But what happeneds hen you’re forced back into each other’s lives ?

Warning: Swears, Dean being an ass ,making out(barely).

Pairing: Dean x reader ( slightly ) , Sam x Reader


You clear your throat awkwardly,

“ Alright Agents, follow me.” you say, your tone slightly wavering.

 What the fucking fuck. Why .  WHY WHY WHY.

 You unlock the door to the file room, holding it open while the boys shuffle through.

“ Y/n-” Sam starts, but you lift your hand stopping him .

“ Ill be at my desk if you need anything. "  you turn on your heel , quickly leaving the room .

 You flop down into your chair, dropping your head into your hands. You nearly fall out of your seat when you hear Detective Reagans voice again ,

” You doing anything tonight y/n?“ he asks . At first, you tried to not to get personal with anyone at work,  but Detective Jamie Reagan didn’t let that last long. You two have hung out numerous times, alone and with other officers from work .You’d be lying if you said you aren’t attracted to him , he was tall with light blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. You’re attracted to his personality just as much , he was caring, friendly , dedicated and funny.  You love flirting with him, you never know if hell play back or get extremely flustered from the attention.

” I cant say that I am Detective .“ you purr  . You stand, running your hand up his chest and straightening his tie .

 He smiles, as he goes to reply he is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. 

” Agent Barton, how can I help you?“ Jaime says , You remove your hand from his tie and turn to face Dean. Seriously?

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 ” Could I borrow you for a second, Miss Y/n?“ he says, annoyance dripping from his voice. You have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes,

” Of course, I’ll be right back  .“ you call over your shoulder to Jaime.

 You follow Dean back to the file room, shutting the door behind you after you step in .

” What. “ you snap .

” Well its good to see you too sweetheart.“ Dean sarcastically replies. 

You cross your arms,  ” I have work to do , so spit it out Dean.“

” Yeah , you looked like you were working real hard with detective goodytwoshoes.“

” Fuck off Dean -“

” Can you guys stop already? Y/n, did you read into the details of these murders?“ Sam asks, clearly irritated with the both of you .

” I was going to call Bobby after work to get someone out here to look closer into them.“

” Why wouldn’t you just do it? Arent you still hunt-“

” It doesn’t concern you , just solve the damn case and get the hell out of my town. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m 99% sure its a witch . “

You storm out of the room, calming down as you approach Jamie , who was now sitting in your chair.

” Everything okay ?“ he asks,  as he’ s spinning around  in your chair. You giggle at him,

” Mhm, you’re going to make yourself dizzy .“ you warn as he continues.

” I think I can handle it . Bar tonight?“

” Just don’t barf on my desk . & sure, I’m off at 8 .“ you answer with a wink  . You watch as a blush spreads over his cheeks, he stands from your chair , wobbling a little.  You laugh as he tries to carefully walk back to his office, you can still see him wobbling a little.   What a dork. 


     Jamie’s lips nip at your neck as you fumble with your keys trying to unlock your front door . He finds your sensitive spot,right under your ear , causing your to melt back against his chest.

” You’re going to have to stop that if we actually want to get into my house Jamie. “ you whine, his hands grip your hip as he chuckles. He listens though , controlling himself until you finally get the door open . As soon as its shut again, Jaime is pressing you up against it , capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You wind your arms around his neck, making the kiss heat up even more. You only part when your lungs start burning from lack of air,

” bedroom?“ he asks with a smile .

 You cant seem to form words, so you just nod . He lifts you up ,you giggle as you lock your legs around his waist.  Before he makes it to the stairs, his phone starts ringing , you both groan as he sets your feet back on the floor.

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You impatiently watch as he answers, frustration crossing his features as he hangs up  .

" I have to go , someone torched a house and we need to secure the area before people start crowding ." 

 You nod, giving him one last passionate kiss before he leaves .  When you shut your door, you sink down against it trying to calm yourself down.  You’re startled by knocking on the door that sends vibrations through your body.

” Y/n, its us.“  Of course it is. 

You open the door , two very battered Winchesters barely managing to stand are in your doorway .

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” Oh my God! “ you all but throw them inside . Sam’s hunched over, hand resting on his ribs, with cuts all over his face. While Dean has a busted nose, and two black eyes starting to form along with cuts littering his face too .

” Sit, ill get the first aid kit. “  You sprint up your stairs, grabbing the kit and flying back down the stairs. 

” Shirt off now Sammy. “ you order, you watch as he struggles to slide off his flannel , it was even worse trying to watch him get his under shirt off. You sigh, grabbing the scissors from the kit you get closer to sam and swat away his hands. You cut the shirt off his body , revealing his already bruising abdomen.

” This is going to hurt , but I have to see if they are broken .“ you warn as you start feeling around his body . You feel him tense from the pain , but thankfully nothing seems broken , just bruised.  You move on and clean up his face, none of the cuts deep enough to need stitches.You wrap his middle, settling him on the couch with a bag on ice resting over the bandages. Dean was a different story,  you could tell by just looking a the cut above his eyebrow that it was too deep .

"Are your ribs busted too? Or just your face?”

“ Just my face sweetheart."  Your heart hurts as the petname slips from his lips. You remember everytime he’d call you that before, before he forced you away . You push away the memories, starting on repairing his face. You placed the proper strips on his nose to align it , and stitched up his cut .

” How did you guys find me?“ you ask as you wash your hands and clean up .

"  I hacked into the stations employee files .” Sam says casually . You cant help but laugh .

“ I’m assuming you took  care of the witch , and that’s the house that’s up in flames?” you question. They both nod .

“Y/n, thank you for this. You didn’t have to do this after-”

“ It’s fine Sam .The bathrooms upstairs, 2nd door on the left if either of you want a shower. Guest rooms are on either sides of it . Help yourself to anything here .” you say as you head up the stairs . Its about 10 pm, but you know you wont be able to fall asleep tonight, not with the Boys just down the hall .  There was no way you could turn them away, no matter how much anger you’re still holding. They were your family at a point in time, and that wont change no matter what idiotic things they do . It doesn’t mean you’re going to let Dean off the hook  . While you & Sam were close like siblings, you and Dean were something different. You never spoke of your mutual feelings,  but it was silently known between the two of you . Your relationship with Dean contained more flirting than with Sam .It was never anything more than words though , both of you not sure how to act on them. Hiding his feelings was one of Deans best talents apparently.

You throw on your baggy ACDC tee, deciding against pants for the night. Right as you collapse into bed, your text alert goes off.

“ Does your doorbell not work?” - Jamie  CRAP.

 You bolt out of your room and down the stairs, Dean is still awake watching TV on the couch but you fly right past him to the door . You open it enough that it doesn’t look like your trying to hide the fake FBI agent on your couch.

“ Jamie, what are you doing here ? ” you ask , trying to catch your breath.

“ It didn’t take as long as we assumed, I thought we could pick up where we left off.” he says, fisting his hand into your shirt and tugging you forward to crash his lips to yours . His hand slides down, grabbing at your ass. You moan at the feeling, but come falling back into reality when you hear the TV behind you .  Son of a bitch .

You gently push away from Jaime with a shy smile,

“ I don’t think its a good idea tonight, we both have to get up early . ”

He sighs, he doesn’t try to push the idea on you. His lips land on yours for a sweet , quick kiss.

“ Ill see you in the morning?” he asks

You nod, “ goodnight Reagan .”

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He smiles ,then walks back to this car. You watch as he leaves, trying to silently close the door  behind you .

“ So , you and your boss. Real classy Y/n."   Dean judgmental tone finally throws you over the edge.

” Who the hell are you to judge me Dean?  You force me away from you and your brother,then show up on my doorstep years later looking for me to play Doctor. If it wasn’t for Sammy, I would of slammed the damn door in your face!“ you shout

He scoffs, ” You didn’t give me a choice! You had no regard for your own -“

” Tell me something Dean , howd you get the broken nose? Throwing yourself infront of Sam to save him, pushing him out of the way ? “

Originally posted by 23onetreehill12

He stays silent, giving you the answer you already knew.

” You’re a fucking hypocrite . You risk yourself to save everyone else, why cant you deal with someone doing it for-“

” I wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you die because of me!“

” So you want us to have to watch you do it for us! Because its any easier on us !“ you yell . Dean is standing right infront of you now, both of your chests heaving.

"  I couldn’t lose you Y/n . I don’t know what i’d do.” he says quietly.

“You did though Dean , and it was no ones fault but your own." 

Originally posted by spn-spam

It was silent for what seems like forever, your phone ringing breaks the tense silence. You pick it up , and before you can speak Bobbys voice is booming through the line .

” Ive got a lead on an oversized wolf pack Y/n , I need all hands on deck. “

You look up , locking eyes with Dean.   I know I’m going to regret this.

” I’m in. “

Originally posted by waverly-earp

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anonymous asked:

hey um, do you have any tips for making an animatic? i've been planning to do one for quite a long time but i just can't get myself to do it ahh

This is gonna be scrambled as hell cause i just woke up and I have no professional idea about how they work?? but HMM heres what i did

1. I watched a lot of other animatics for insp!! Like everyone else i rly like galactibuns especially their latest one for candy store from heathers
2. Listen to the song and imagine what u wanna do in your head, BUT imagine it animated and not as still images (it was kinda hard to focus on that so i didnt do enough but yeah)
3. Do rly rough thumbnails of the frames, clear enough that You can see whats happening but so youre able to do them rly quickly and possibly do multiple ones for one frame till youre satisfied (also did not do that enough but hey it was my first one akdjks)
4. People mostly go for the storyboard look but i think generally animatics are a bit more animated than that..? Well either way i suggest you try and bring a lot of movement into it. Those tend to be the best and get the best reviews. For example (im assuming youre doing a music animatic) the frames changing in the rythm of the music is v catchy, if a character suddenly yells you should see them yknow, yell

Another thing, animatics arent..lyric comics. Theyre technically what comes before an animation, so try and get more frames and not just a few very polished drawings in
((Also im not saying those are bad theyre just a different thing so why not just call it that if thats what youre pretty much going for))

Also i suggest you dont try to linger on the same frame for like 30 seconds… the same shot for that long is already kinda hard to watch at least change the expressions
Ofc youre doing this for fun and no one can really tell you what to do but hey u asked

HOWEVER its your first one it doesnt have to be a masterpiece, just go with intuition, mistakes are GOOD especially when they get pointed out to you it just means you can do better next time annnd youre doing this in your freetime so whatever. just have fun

And maybe look up actual tips from professionals bc i dont actually know what im doing

“Irresistible” Dean x Reader PART 2

Word Count: 2,000ish

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean takes you out on your first date.

Warnings: Language, fluff, kissing

LINK TO PART ONE


You stand in front of your mirror, taking in your appearance for the night. After meeting Dean last week, he had immediately asked you to go out on a date with him. You had originally scheduled it for last weekend, the night after you two had met at the bar, but he said something “came up” and he couldn’t make it. He was short on the details, so you assumed it had something to do with his top secret FBI job or his family. You told him it was completely fine and that you would just go out this weekend instead.

He didn’t tell you what you’d be doing, so you just opted for something that could work for both a casual date or something nicer. You were in skinny jeans and a sweater, along with your hair down and enough makeup to satisfy you. You wanted to look nice- this was your first date since your breakup with your ex. Plus, Dean is a very attractive guy.

You were about to put on your shoes when you heard a knock at your front door, implying that not only was Dean there, but he was early. Like, fifteen minutes early.

“Shit,” You hurry to put your shoes on, looking in the mirror one last time. You look around your house and see that it’s a huge mess, making you internally groan.

“Hold on!” You yell out to Dean, trying to make the house look a little nicer just in case he decided to come inside. You really hope not.

Your attempt to clean your house within thirty seconds was somewhat of a success, but by the time you open the door you’re out of breath.

“What, did you just run a marathon or something?” Dean gives you an amused look. He’s wearing jeans and a flannel- completely different than the suit he was wearing when you first met him, but goddamn did he still look good.

“I, uh,” You bite your lip, trying to think of something to say. “Anyways, we should go.” You avoid the question, hoping that he doesn’t expect to be let in. You grab your purse from the cabinet on your right and exit the door with Dean.

Not even five minutes into the date and I’ve made a complete fool of myself.’ You think to yourself.

“You look great. Even better than I remember.” Dean winks at you as you two walked towards his car.

“Thanks- holy crap, is that your car?” You ogled, seeing his impala parked at the end of your driveway. You don’t know much about cars, but you know enough to know that he had a nice one. Your dad always used to tell you that you can tell a lot about a man by his car.

“Ah, yes, this is baby.” Dean pats his car, and opens the passenger side door to let you in.

“You named your car baby?” You laugh. “Well, ‘baby’ is a nice car.”

“Know much about cars?” He asks, and gets into the driver’s seat.

“I used to. My dad used to know a lot about cars and when I was younger, he would always talk to me about them. I don’t remember much but I do know enough to tell you that you’ve got your hands on a pretty good one.”

“Yeah, it was my dad’s actually. Guess both of our dads liked them.”

“Yup.” You say. “So, mind telling me where we’re going?”

“I was thinking we could go fishing. I heard bass is in season this time of the year.” Dean says with a straight face.

You look over at him oddly, not sure if he’s joking or not. Fishing? What the hell?

“You can relax, babe.” Dean laughs, and he pats your thigh. “I’m only messing with you. I don’t fish. We are going out to eat, though. Hope you like burgers.”

“Oh, thank god.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Burgers sound great.”

“You like my car AND you like burgers? Where have you been all my life?” Dean laughs, being his charming self. You blush at his words even though you know that he’s probably only making a joke.

The ride to the burger place only takes about fifteen minutes, and the place was insanely cute. It was an old 50’s diner style restaurant that was complete with checkered floors and handmade milkshakes.

“This place is adorable.” You admire, walking into the building. Dean leads you to a booth and you two look over your menus.

“So, you’ve been here before?” You ask.

“Yeah, me and my brother Sam used to come here all the time. I come more often than he does now, since he’s an absolute health food freak these days, but I still love this place. The burgers are freakin’ fantastic.”

“Sam’s the one who’s your partner, right? I still think it’s really cool that you two not only have the same job, but you’re also partners. I doubt that happens often. Do you ever get tired of working with him all the time or are you two best friends?” You question.

Dean furrows his eyebrows, and his face seemingly having a confused expression. If he did, it was gone instantly and his smiling self was back.

“Oh, right.” Dean says slowly. “Yeah, nah I don’t really get tired of working with him. He’s a pain in the ass but in the end he’s my brother, and yeah, he’s my best friend. One of them, at least. I have another best friend named Cas.”

“Cas? That’s an odd name. I kind of like it, though.”

“Yeah.” Dean laughs. “We’re just like one big family. But anyways, tell me more about yourself, Y/N. My life is pretty boring, I’d rather talk about yours.”

“Before I do, I need a suggestion on what to order. They all look really good.” You bite your lip, looking at the menu.

“Oh, definitely the cheeseburger with bacon. And make sure you order it with a side of their special sauce, that shit is the bomb.”

Just as he’s saying that, the waitress comes over, a notebook in her hands and a pen behind her ear.

“What can I get for you two today?” She asks, her eyes lingering on Dean longer than necessary. She sets two water glasses down in front of you, filling them both up to the brim.

“We’re both going to get the number four, I think.” Dean looks over at you for approval, and you nod your head.

“Coming right up. See you later, Dean.” The waitress winks at Dean, walking away. Dean immediately puts an uncomfortable smile on his face and looks at you, waiting for your reaction.

“So, know the waitress?” You raise your eyebrow, taking a sip of the water that was left on your table.

“Yeah, I, uh-“ Dean looks obviously flustered, not knowing what to say.

“You can relax, babe. I’m only messing with you.” You joke, repeating what he had told you earlier. You’re not under any impression that he was some lonely, single, virgin man before you met him- I mean, look at him- so you know that the fact that he probably fucked the waitress doesn’t affect you. You’re the one sitting here with him tonight, not her.

“You’re hilarious.” Dean grins. “But anyways, back to talking about you.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“Anything, babe. I’m all ears.”

“Well, okay.” You try and think of something. “I’m twenty-four, but you already knew that. I graduated college last year with a degree in nursing. I’m currently working as a nurse at the hospital in town, although I am strongly considering going back to school to get my master’s degree. You already met my best friend Ana, even though she was drunk as all hell. I have two sisters, and both of my parents passed away when I was a teenager. I really like to watch Netflix when I have free time. Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead are my shit. I also like reading but I have a hard time finding books that actually interest me…” You pause, realizing you’re rambling. “Wow, I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, it’s okay.” Dean smiles. “I like hearing you talk.”

“Okay.” You blush.

“I didn’t know you’re a nurse. That’s cool as hell.”

“It’s hard.” You admit. “But I really enjoy it.”

“Yeah, that’s how I feel about my job too. It’s hard work, but it’s worth it. You get to save so many people.”

“I could imagine. You get to see some crazy shit being an agent, don’t you? My dad’s best friend used to be a cop, and he would tell me all about the stuff he would see. But he got to save so many people from dying, or kid’s from kidnapping, or just anything like that. It’s completely different from the life-saving that I do, but it’s super important as well.” You say.

“Exactly how I feel.” Dean replies, and you both see your food coming to your table.

“Oh, it smells so good.” Your mouth starts to water, and you realize how hungry you actually are.

You both eat your burgers, continuing to talk about your lives. You learned from him that both of his parents had passed away when he was younger as well, and by the way that he talks about his job, that it’s his life. He really enjoys it. You tell him more about yourself as well, but only dumb things like your favorite color or your favorite food.

Before you know it, the night was coming to an end and he was already dropping you off at your doorstep. The date had gone tremendously well and you prayed that there would be another one.

“I had fun tonight, Y/N.” Dean looks down at you.

“I did, too.”

His eyes are focusing in on your lips, and you look at his. He leans down, and the space between your lips closes. You were expecting a fast and rough kiss, but to your surprise, it was slow and romantic. The kinds of kisses that you see in the movies. And oh man, did he know what he was doing.

You pick up the pace, and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands go to your hips, pushing you up against the wall as he continued to kiss you. You’re about to take it a step further when he pulls away, his forehead still touching yours.

“I should go.” His voice comes out low. You can tell that he’s holding himself back, just by the look in his face (but you can also feel it pressing up against your leg, if you catch my drift). You desperately want to tell him to stay, to come inside with you, but you just nod your head.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Dean whispers, and kisses your forehead. You watch him as he walks back to his car, slightly disappointed but also glad that he actually said he’d call.

You walk inside and go straight to your bed, not even bothering to change as you curl up underneath the covers. It was a good night, and you can’t stop touching your lips where his were once pressed up against. One date and you’re already wrapped around his finger. 

“I’m so screwed.” You groan to yourself.


PART 3

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I’m going to be meeting Eliza Dushku at AwesomeCon this weekend but I’m basically just dreading it because I want to tell her how important Faith is to me but I also am extremely worried that I won’t be able to do that without coming off as Dude Who Just Thinks She’s Hot and that I should therefore maybe just not, to prevent my own dysphoria but mostly to not make her uncomfortable

This is exacerbated by the fact that my family is going to be there too and they are the ones who coined the “The only people who like Faith are men and it’s because they think she’s hot” trash. I’m 99% sure they have more tact than this but I’m worried they’ll make some joke or comment insinuating something?? And it doesn’t help that my parents are getting an autograph for my brother-in-law who does find her very attractive bc they think it’s funny to stoke my sister’s jealousy of his attraction to her

anonymous asked:

Hey there! Could you recommend some good Bellarke fanfics in which they get it on? Sorry about the weird request, it's just that it's hard to find well written erotica on AO3, it's a jungle! Thank you in advance, have a good day/evening depending on where in the world you live! :)

helloooo bellarke smut, hell yeah 
I do have some recs, but you’ll have to forgive me because a lot of them are Old™ (namely I know nothing of the fanfictions that came out during s3), but maybe checking the other works of the authors listed below will help you see the more recent ones too! 

ok so 
HERE HERE2 (shameless self-promotion) HERE3 HERE4 HERE5 (consider THIS too, just to make things easier) HERE6 HERE7 HERE8 HERE9 (for recent recs, I trust her taste) HERE10 and many recs HERE too 

I hope this helped!! 

anonymous asked:

Hi, just outta curiosity what do you consider toxic or lacking in logic that you see on Tumblr?

The extremes in which people take their social justice, for sure. For example, did you see that post about Locks of Love I reblogged last night? That post was 100% lacking in logic, with no sources, all for the sake of persecuting a company that they thought was bad. Why did they feel a need to make that post? Because they need someone to hate. Tumblr is an environment where if you aren’t actively fighting against something, you’re evil, which pushes people to persecute anything that even has a slight flaw, and blow everything out of proportion. Make a slightly ignorant comment, perhaps out of ACTUAL ignorance? Your blog is gone. And not from tumblr deleting it, from the thousands of people who will send disgusting asks until they’re run off the site, even if the comment was misunderstood, taken out of context, or as ive even seen, faked, by people who hate that blogger. There is no reasoning with the mass. Tumblr has devolved into what is actually an incredibly unhealthy mentality that people are “all good” or “all bad” but never in between, never a mix, and no one is ever safe, because tumblr will never find someone who is “all good” and if you enjoy someone who they have deemed “all bad” (which is everyone, eventually) like a musician or actor, you are also now “all bad.”

There’s also the fact that everyone has a different experience on tumblr, but everyone talks like their personal experience should account for the experience of everyone. For example, people with a certain disability telling people to STOP DOING A THING while other people with the same disability then have to fight to correct the damage done because, no, you don’t have to stop doing the thing, actually. Take scopophobia, for example. A while ago someone made a post saying that ANY imagine where someone is looking at you, even an animal, or an anime character, should be tagged scopophobia. Suddenly, every image where you could even see someone’s eyes was tagged, and people who had actual scopophobia had to spend months trying to be like “no, please stop doing this, we literally can’t even see anything on our dash anymore because now our tumblr savior is picking up things that AREN’T EVEN SCOPOPHOBIA RELATED” while others still insisted that was the way to be. Because everyone is different, and generally segmented into groups of differing opinions, there is literally no way to assure that you present yourself as “all good” to tumblr, because what may be “all good” to one group, is “all bad” to the next. It’s an unwinnable situation.

Not only that, but tumblr actively encourages self-care, which is great, but many posts take it too far. “If you don’t feel up to going to school today, don’t! You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone” was a REAL SENTENCE, IN A REAL POST, THAT I HAVE SEEN. Also “everything should be free, nothing should cost money!” these posts are made by pre-teens who lack a fundamental understanding about how society and human structure works, even back in the days before money, bartering existed. These posts are incredibly detrimental to pre-teens on this website who are going to get into the real world and get their asses kicked because they think everyone should cater to them, and are also complete bullshit and incredibly insulting to everyone who has come before them and lived with mental illness, like me, and my mother, and my grandmother, who recognized that while self-care is important, just because life is hard for you doesn’t mean you get to sit on your ass and do nothing, you have to keep going and work just like everyone else (I am not grouping developmental or physical disability into this however).

So yeah, toxic as hell and detrimental to kids who think this is how the world works.

That ADHD feel when:
-You get hyperfocused on a subject and drop it two weeks later
-“Can you please hand me that?” “What?” “Can you please hand-” “Yeah”
-Doing or hearing something and then immediately forgetting it
-“I can’t find my wallet” “I can’t find my keys” “I can’t find my pencil” etc etc
-trying so hard to focus and zoning out immediately
-always messy room/work area
-Super depressive episodes that come out of nowhere
-“I think I have adhd, I’m so random” “:/”
-people getting mad at you for fidgeting
-failing classes no matter how hard you try
-procrastinating to the extreme
-Multiple people trying to talk to you at once is absolute hell
-jumping from task to task before finishing anything