hey look i finished the thing!

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Had this in mind for a while now, so why not make it when I´m supposed to be doing twenty gazillion other things instead.

Can´t listen to Lesson Number 1 withoiut thinking about baby Ben being super excited about that whole Jedi thing.

(Also I forgot Luke lost a hand. Well… I might redraw this later anyway. I tried connecting it all into one long comic, it looked great but it was blurry as fuck.)

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Ghostbusters! (x)

FFXV PROMPTO STORY SPOILERS

HEY IDK HOW TO DO THE UNDER THE CUT THING ON HERE SO UM I WARNED YOU?? FUCK MAN LET’S TALK SOME THEORIES! SCROLL QUICK DON’T LOOK IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE GAME!! 


So. Prompto. Nifilheim. Let’s talk about some shit. 

Nifilheim breeds humans like livestock to use in their experiments. These humans are branded and numbered at birth. Probably categorized too maybe Idk. So Prompto has this bar code tattooed on his wrist. A key code that can open doors in Nifilheim bases. I always wondered why he always wore that ugly wristband… And now the bracelets but those are cute so I didn’t really question those. He probably has some markings on his arm too. An ID number maybe? That would explain the bandana. We all know it was hiding something. Prompto was born to be turned into a daemon. He somehow escaped the base as a baby or a toddler. He was with Noct in elementary school at age 8, so he must have been too little to remember. I hope his DLC tells us wtf happened and how tf he got into Lucis, Insomnia too of all places damn. So that explains why he had a sad and lonely childhood living alone, no family, no friends, living off of fast food because he can’t cook and it’s cheap so he got fat (I relate rip), and not having a chance to develop or learn any social skills. Thus him being far too nervous to approach Noct when they were kids. Back to the main theory I want to discuss. I am honestly surprised no one has made this connection yet… But I see how it could be very easily overlooked. There is a boss fight in a certain familiar cave we all know. Fociaugh Hollow. We need to go find Ramuh’s totem or whatever, that’s cool. We’ve been in there before in a certain wonderful demo. However, something is very wrong here this time, and it is way more significant than we think. The Naga. She’s a daemon created by Nifilheim, as are all of the daemons. She was once a human… Being breeded… Before being horribly experimented on and transformed into a giant snake daemon. Why does that matter, hmm? Because she says something very, very interesting. She says “My baby…” and grabs, who else? Prompto. She rips Prompto off of the cliff, claiming he is her baby. Is that really what she meant? Possibly. Was she just angry at the intruders? Probably. However, she continues with the weirdly specific dialogue with the boys. She asks Noctis, “My baby… Where?” Now, this might not seem significant, but it’s the answer options that make it so. Noct can answer with “I don’t know”, or “I know where.” Maybe he just wants to bluff to get out of it. Maybe. However if you say you do know where, she immediately claims that you stole him from her. Why would you steal a baby Naga? Why wouldn’t she think “oh you know where he is? Can you bring him here/take me to him?” Maybe because she’s a mindless killing machine? No. She knows where her son is. She wants him back. She misses her baby. She is not just a mindless, heartless killing machine at all. The human who lost her baby is still in there, crying out for her son. Of course, these boys have no idea that’s even the case or that turning humans into daemons is even possible at this point. At this point in the game, they still have no idea where these daemons are coming from, and they still think the MTs are just machines, not daemons inside electronic exoskeletons. Prompto has no clue either. He doesn’t know his mother could be a daemon now. He’s just panicking and freaking out that a giant slimey snake monster just ripped him off of a cliff in a dark scary cave. But that daemon could very possibly be, and probably is, what has become of Prompto’s mother. And the saddest part is, she knows. She knows full well. She recognized him. She knew that was her baby. She knew (assumed) Noct took him from her. When really neither Noct or Prompto have any idea at all who she really is or what happened to her or baby Prompto. She was sad. She wanted her son back. And what’s even more sad? Her son was the one who ended up killing her. 

anonymous asked:

Hiya! First of all... I wish you the best of luck for mid terms! ❤ and could you do chocobros's reactions to their crush doing the "hey, could you hold something?" and puts their hand in theirs and leaves it there. Thanks!!! 😄

I could not stop smiling when I got this request! I just kept imagining it all and I could not contain my smile and giggles. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it, nonny! *heart heart*


Prompto

  • He’s gonna be busy taking pictures around Lestallum when it happens
  • You guys are walking around together and you just finished buying a bunch of stuff from the camera store
  • “Hey, could you hold something?
  • “Sure” he thinks that you need help holding on to the things you purchased but nope
  • He’s gonna extend his hand thinking you’ll give him some bags to carry
  • “You sure this is all you need help with?” He says without looking
  • “Yep” and you squeeze his hand AND THAT’S WHEN HE NOTICES
  • He’s screaming internally and he’s turning 50 shades of red (HAHAHA), he’s also beaming and for some reason his face is stuck that way.
  • Once you get back to your hotel he’s not gonna wanna go inside because that means he’s going to have to let go of your hand
  • You guys walk around Lestallum 3 more times
  • When you tell him that he can hold your hand anytime, he finally agrees to retreating to the hotel.

Gladiolus

  • It’s gonna happen while you guys are on your way back from a hunt
  • He’s carrying a carcass on one arm while you carry some mushrooms in a bag
  • “Hey Gladio, can you hold something for me?”
  • He’s too tired to ask what it is so he just holds out his hand and wait for it
  • When you put your hand in his, he’s going to light up
  • He’s going to have this huge grin on his face and the carcass he was carrying? Doesn’t weigh like anything anymore.
  • He’s walking a lot taller now and he’s so happy it feels like he’s going to hug the hell out of the next person he sees 
  • Once you get to camp, he’s going to come up with some lame pick up line that has something to do with holding hands
  • But damn yo, Gladio’s gonna like you even more because you’re smooth af

Ignis

  • You and Mother Ignis will be out and about looking for ingredients when it happens
  • You guys haven’t bought anything yet
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Iggy looks at you a bit suspicious because you aren’t holding anything
  • “Come on! Just hold out your hand.” He needs a bit of convincing
  • When he finally does agree, he holds out his hand while inspecting you carefully
  • You put your hand in his and give him a big smile
  • You can see the gears in his head working trying to process the situation
  • He walks around while holding your hand, he adjusts his glasses A LOT
  • Poor guy is trying to keep his composure and he’s failing. He’s fidgeting a lot and is he stuttering???
  • Needless to say, you had a hard time getting the shopping done because Ignis seems to have misplaced his shopping list (Spoiler alert: It was in his pocket all along)
  • When you guys arrive at the hotel he’s going to be all gentlemanly with the “Thank you for allowing me to escort you around Lestallum”
  • You’re like “WTH Iggy” and now you’re both laughing so hard that everyone’s looking at you both

Noctis

  • You guys are off scouting for Havens together when it happens
  • “I could’ve sworn that I saw it around here… meh, maybe the other group found it already.” You guys are walking the opposite direction of everyone and the sun’s going to start setting soon
  • You’re carrying a small bag of supplies
  • “Hey, could you hold something for me?”
  • Noct’s going to hold out his hand to you while he’s walking
  • When you place your hand, he’s going to stop midstep and he’s going to look at your hand then his hand
  • “I’M HOLDING HER HAND???”
  • He’s just going to be standing there for a solid minute or two trying to process what’s going on
  • When he turns to face you, his face is beet red
  • Here he goes with the awkward head scratching
  • Poor guy probably already died 5 times in his head
  • The rest of the walk is silent but he rubs his thumb on your hand a few times
  • The guys call him saying they found the camping spot and asks you guys to follow
  • You and him walk REALLY REALLY slow, taking the longest way possible
  • It’s night by the time you guys arrive and camp’s all set up
  • The guys exchange looks with each other as you guys arrive in camp still holding hands
  • “That was nice” he says before letting go of your hand
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Hey guys! I just finished the Crystal Kingdom arc of The Adventure Zone and I wasn’t able to get this theme out of my head. Since I didn’t see anyone transcribe it for piano I decided to use my music school education to do it myself. The music is originally by Griffin McElroy and this sheet music is for personal (non-commercial) use only. Enjoy!

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848

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Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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Love, kisses, and sex...

In Dean’s experience, kissing came first, then sex, and that was it. He usually left town right after. It was all twisted around now. Dean and Cas had gone through so much together. Betrayal and loyalty, friendship, battles with physical beings as well as their own feelings. But on that night, as they sat with each other on the trunk of the Impala, battered and bloody, and tired beyond all belief, saying it was still one of the hardest things Dean had pushed himself to do. And yet, once he had said it, he felt light.
“Hey Cas….” Barely looking at the angel by his side, glancing around on the pretense of checking on the sleeping form of Sam in the back seat of the Impala. Cas tilted his head, giving Dean his full and very intense attention, but not speaking, waiting for the hunter to finish.
“I uh…” Dean cleared his throat. “I think… I love you.” He couldn’t look at Cas, he half expected the angel to vanish, or to smite him. Instead, he felt a pressure on his shoulder and heard a smile in Cas’ voice. “I think I love you too, Dean.” Dean finally looked up and met Castiel’s eyes, cracking a smile at the angel’s expression.

There were more smiles after that, and more touches. Soft touches on arms and shoulders, on each other’s waists or backs under the pretense of moving around the kitchen of the bunker. Fingers caressing hands, lingering for far too long as Cas passed Dean a book, or Dean handed Cas his morning coffee. It was slow, and it was perfect.

The first time they kissed, it was Dean’s doing. One month and three cases after the battle, after they admitted what they felt for each other, Dean awoke in the middle of the night and went to the library. This was sort of a routine for him, awake from a bad dream, go to the library, listen to music and have a drink of scotch. Of course, he could have listened to the record player in his room, but that would have disturbed Sam, and as his little brother had pulled three allnighters in a row, researching for their last case, he didn’t want to disturb him. As Dean lowered the cover on the record player, he neglected to hear the slight shuffle of feet as Cas came up beside him, and, turning, came face to face with the angel. Now, this was a feeling he had before, but he had never wanted to admit to himself what it was. Desire. Of the many times he had faced Cas at this close a proximity, each time he felt this little squirm in his stomach, and now the squirm was more like butterflies and his mind was blank. Dean hadn’t been ready to kiss Cas before this, still getting used to touching another man in such an intimate way… But Cas wasn’t a man. He wasn’t even human. He was just… Cas.
Dean placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder like he had done countless times before, but instead of looking into the angels eyes for a few minutes, then pulling away, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Cas’ lips. It was a wonderful feeling. Castiel’s lips were warm and gentle, and he smiled slightly as Dean stepped closer, slipping a hand into his angel’s dark and messy hair. After a minute or so, they broke apart, both blushing and smiling. And then, after another short kiss, went to their separate bedrooms.

Cas initiated the next kiss. And the one after that. As it turned out, Cas loved kissing Dean as much as Dean loved kissing Cas. Maybe more so. From that night on, they shared quiet kisses in the stolen moments when Sam left the kitchen or library for a moment. When they sat outside on the Impala. Before bed. Passing each other in the hall, or when taking their turn to use the shower (Dean loved running his fingers through Cas’ wet hair). Sam didn’t know about their new pastime until one day, when in a moment of exhilaration while researching a particularly difficult case, Castiel grabbed Dean and kissed him. Dean, of course, spluttered, looking at Sam for a reaction. Sam merely snorted and rolled his eyes, finally having proof of what he suspected, and then warned them not to make out or have sex on the library tables, or he’d invite stray dogs to live in the Impala. Dean laughed it off, assuring Sam that they wouldn’t, and also that he’d shave off Sam’s hair if he let another dog in his car.
Dean laughed it off, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Like the kissing, Dean had thought about sex with Cas before. Of course he had. Dean loved sex, and he loved Cas, and sex was just another step in a growing relationship like theirs. But of course, Dean had only been with women. And despite reminding himself that Cas was Cas, a being that he loved, and that it didn’t matter if he was inexperienced, because Cas was too, Dean was still nervous. He was always used to knowing his stuff. Knowing exactly where to touch or to kiss to evoke a reaction. But again, this was women. Cas, however, did seem pleased with whatever Dean did, whether it was caressing his cheek, gripping his hair when their kisses became more than just pecks, biting the angel’s lip… Castiel liked it because it was new and it was Dean.
And so Dean thought about it, as he had the kissing, getting more and more used to, and desirous of the idea. He found himself pushing farther in their kisses, getting to the point of pulling the angel onto his lap, and taking off both of their shirts; hands moving over Cas’ skin and shivering as the angel moaned at his touch.

As Castiel straddled his hips, fingers grasping at Dean’s short hair, Dean’s fingers moved over Cas’ stomach and hips, straying to the waistband of his pants… Like the kiss, Dean knew he was ready and looked into Castiel’s blue eyes. “Cas…” His words trailed off in a moan as Cas kissed down his neck, breath and lips hot on his skin. “Hey… Are you okay with where this is headed?” Cas looked up, tilting his head for a moment, then nodding. “Yes, I am. I love you very much, Dean. Making love to you would be very agreeable.” Dean grinned at this. Despite the many human traits that Castiel had picked up while living with the Winchesters, he still maintained that strange way of talking. Dean loved it. They settled into one another again, bodies heating and movements becoming more passionate. Dean’s fingers shook slightly as he unbuttoned Cas’ pants and pulled them off his hips, turning to settle the angel on his bed before pulling them all the way off, doing the same with his own. They were slow, simply getting used to the idea, the feelings, taking the time to caress and kiss and just… enjoy. They were both trembling slightly as Cas pulled off Dean’s boxers, then his own, letting them fall to the floor. Dean looked down at him, gaze moving over every curve and angle of Cas’ body, smiling as he caught the angel’s gaze. Slowly they moved their hands over each other, Cas letting out a soft laugh when goosebumps appeared on Dean’s arms as he ran a hand down the hunter’s chest.

Nearly 20 years of knowing only a woman’s body, Dean was curious when it came to Castiel, who had body not unlike his own (and Dean certainly had experience pleasing himself) but there was still the fact that it was an entirely new experience.
Cas was unsure as well. He had, of course, watched that pornographic film, and remembered a bit of it… But as Dean pointed out whenever they watched a movie, that was fiction, this was real life, and much more complicated.
They explored each others bodies slowly, learning. Fingers moving over skin and hair, lips parted to let out soft moans and murmurs, words of longing.

Neither of them seemed ready to take the “plunge” so to speak. Dean had settled himself between Castiel’s legs, holding himself up on his knees and forearms. Cas was the one to let his hand slide down between Dean’s hipbones, and he smiled as Dean moaned, hips immediately tipping towards Cas’ hand. Dean felt the smile on Cas’ lips as they kissed, raising an eyebrow and reaching down to grip the angel, moving his hand slowly, lips curving in a smile as Cas moaned out. After a few minutes of this, Dean’s legs grew shaky and he settled better over Cas until their hips and stomachs were pressed together. Dean couldn’t help canting his hips, the movement engrained in him from years of practice, moaning low as a shock of pleasure went through him. Castiel’s hips tipped up to press harder against his, hand slipped between their bodies and gripping the burning curve of muscle. After a moment of moving, and of assuring that neither of them would be rubbed raw, they settled into an agreeable position.

Dean had to admit that this was unusual. But in the most pleasant way possible. His and Cas’ hands were laced together, their bodies moving in a rhythmic push and pull, the heat of them pressed flush together. Another new sensation, as he had only handled himself. His body shivered in pleasure, unable to keep his hips from thrusting faster, eager for more pleasure, and he loved the reaction of Cas’ loud moan. He opened his eyes to watch the angel beneath him, watch how his lips quivered and his eyes squeezed shut. Their movements sped up as the pleasure grew in intensity, moans becoming louder.

“Dean,” Cas panted, wavering at the brink. “Dean, close your eyes.”
Dean’s breath was rough and fast, almost not hearing Cas over the pleasure coursing through his body. “Wh-what? What do you–”
“Close your eyes!” Dean closed his eyes tight, and suddenly a pure white light burst from Castiel’s skin. His head was tipped back in ecstasy, body tense and shaking, a low moan escaping his lips and suddenly he relaxed. Dean opened his eyes to see the light fading from Cas’ skin, unconsciously reaching up to touch the pale glow of his cheek.
“That was incredible.” Cas’ eyes were closed, breath already slowing. Dean was still staring at him. “Cas…what just happened?” Cas opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly. “Dean, I believe it is obvious what just happened.” Dean glanced down at their bodies, pressed close, then back into Cas’ eyes. “No, I mean, I know what happened, but…you just went all glowy.” Cas nodded. “My grace. I do not know quite why myself, as I have never done this before, but–” His words were cut off as Dean kissed him, moving his lips against the angel’s for a few moments before pulling back and smiling. “That was actually kind of beautiful. Makes discreet sex an impossibility, but all the same…” Castiel smiled up at Dean, then tilted his head as Dean sat up, retrieving tissues to clean the mess off of their stomachs, chests, and hands. When he had finished, he lay down beside Cas, looking into his eyes. “How do you feel?” Cas sighed, smiling again. “Content.” He kissed Dean’s hand as it caressed his cheek. “… satisfied. Loved. And you, Dean?” Dean yawned. “Tired…. and loved.” They smiled at each other again, kissing one another gently before tipping their foreheads together, relaxed and warm in each other’s embrace.
Eventually Dean would turn out the light, pull the blankets over their bodies, and bid Cas good night.
Eventually Cas would do a rather human thing and fall into a sort of sleep, nose nuzzled into Dean’s neck.
Eventually, this would become a nightly thing, and it would progress and grow.
But at that moment, they shared each other’s warmth, listened to the other’s heart beats, shared soft kisses…

here r some doodles of me in my fun winter clothes!!
It’s rly cold in Ukraine and it’s so niiiice all my winter outfits are so cozy and soft and so I drew myself :)

Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x11 - “Regarding Dean”

Let me begin with the caveat that I prepared myself for this episode thus: 

Not pictured: the communal emergency ice cream.

In my defense, the wine was for @treefrogie84​, but I did finish the dregs so that she could have, you know, a work night, and I did several shots in rapid succession about 2/3 of the way though the ep.  SO.

  1. Hey, so y’all remember when Dean took a depressing shower in 9x18, and we reblogged it for years because wet Dean is nice to look at?  Yeah, Dean riding a mechanical bull in slo-mo is this year’s shower, and I a-fucking-okay with that.  

    And really, let’s just take a moment to appreciate that a) the bull’s name is Larry, b) Dean was canonically an “amazing” rider, c) so amazing that he also had some kind of sexual experience with an on-duty waitress afterward, d) this all goes down at a place called The Pickle Jack Shack, and e) and that montage ends in Dean falling back on the bull, sensually – as if spent – to the words “my son you’ll be a man.”

    Because you guys, that right there?  That thing where Dean is totally unapologetic about either experience, and is not put off by Sam pointing out that the bull’s name is Larry and then not being like, “OKAY, BUT FOCUS ON THE CHICK” is possibly the queerest thing that has crossed my screen in the last 48 hours.  If you’re not reading dean as bi/pan/queer – and probably a versatile power bottom – I am not sure what I can do to convince you at this point.
  2. I think a lot of us went into this episode expecting the memory loss Dean experiences to be chronological, when really it was multiple waves of degradation.  It starts with a period of unconsciousness and a blackout of the night before, and then progresses from simple forgetting and difficulty with basic things into increasing helplessness and innocence.  

    What’s interesting is that Dean himself never really goes away.  He loses his sophistication and a lot of his affect, becoming more and more innocent as he goes, but his moral compass and drive to help others never disappears.  There are things that are in Dean’s nature that are shaped by nurture, but they’re always there.  

    He’s silly.  He loves what he loves.  He does not like being a killer.  He does not like arguments in which the ends are supposed to justify ugly means.  Even when he is losing everything up to and including his name, these things are true.  

    (Incidentally, the mirror scene is where I started drinking in earnest.)
  3. Ooh, this is an interesting ep for Watching While Pagan.  

    - The glyph Gideon (whose family appears to be Irish based on their surname, though given names are a bit wonky) uses is ogam.  Ogam is an Irish alphabet developed in either just before or right around the time of Christianization in Ireland.  The alphabet was later popularized by the Welsh “Druid Revival,” which was separated by centuries from actual druids in the sense of the priestly/scholarly class among ancient Celtic language speaking peoples.  The “language of trees” stuff is also a late invention by Robert Graves; most ogam are not named for trees or associated with them necessarily in older lore.

    - The characters of the glyph written strangely in the sense that it’s got diagonal feda on two axes, while the ogam alphabet only has diagonals going in one direction.  It doesn’t make sense for the reversed diagonals to be read alone – they’re the same fid! – and vertical ogam is traditionally read bottom to top.  

    - Ignoring orientation issues, the characters are (from bottom to top) MUIN - neck, trick; GORT - field, garden, MUIN (again); and NGETAL - wound, charm.  From right to left, IPHIN - sweetness, and UILLEND - elbow.  As a collection of things, it’s a reasonably coherent charm because it twists/bends, works with the physician’s skill, ruins the garden with tricks, etc.

    - Also, “ancient Druid” is not a language, and Celts were not a homogenous group but a broadly dispersed collection of cultures and peoples who shared a language group.  SO.
  4. I have not always been a fan of Rowena – her early arc was uncomfortably familiar to me in bad ways – but I really loved her in this episode.  

    In terms of the present she’s learning to adapt and thrive on her own terms, fnding new and satisfying ways to make her way – including, apparently, playing high-stakes poker in the most atmospheric server closet ever – but we’re also getting more glimpses of her as a whole person with a history.  

    More and more we’re seeing Rowena as someone who has survived as an underdog, who has been rejected over and over because she wasn’t what other witches considered worthy.  She’s still not the greatest of witches – Catriona Loughlin immobilizes her relatively easily – but she’s still got significant skill, especially if she’s got good documentation at hand.  She’s also got some regrets, and a grudging respect for the Winchesters’ work and world view. 

    I’m tempted to say that Rowena is becoming Sam’s Crowley in the sense that she’s the one he hates to need when things are happening that he lacks the esoteric chops to handle.  Also, like Crowley, she’s got the measure of the boys well enough to leave Dean a series of progressively more hilarious notes in the Impala.  

    Also, she gives her poppets googly eyes.  GOOGLY EYES.  That alone is Witch Goals, frankly.  
  5. Lots of really excellent brother moments, mostly at Dean’s expense. Sam takes him to task and gives him shit for what looks like a deeply irresponsible night, is amused/smug/teases him about not remembering “blowing off steam” with Elka, etc.  The Post-Its are also great, because they’re this simple gesture that highlights Sam doing his best to be helpful and protective.  Dean may win, though, simply for having the sheer gall to prank Sam with Rowena’s help.

    Also, did anyone else get the impression that Dean remembered his ordeal afterward?  Because the BM scene at the end made it seem to me that he did, or at least had some strong impressions of what happened.   
  6. Okay, but can the record reflect that this episode put Jared’s supports for waffles over pancakes into Dean’s mouth?  

    (From Houscon 2016 - video starts at 13:34)

    Audience Member: “PANCAKES OR WAFFLES?”
    Jensen: “Pancakes or waffles?  Again, solid question.  I’m gonna go flapjacks.”
    Jared: “And true to form, I’m gonna go waffles.  You get more syrup to surface ratio on the waffles.”
    Jensen: “This is why pancakes: waffles catch the syrup.  The syrup spills off of pancakes and onto my bacon.  ‘Cause maple bacon?  Come on!”
    Jared: “Bacon wasn’t a part of this conversation, Jensen!”
    Jensen: “It is now!  And you know it’s always a part of the conversation.  Bacon’s never off-limits.”
    Jared: “Waffles – waffles are like several little bowls –” 
    Jensen: “This is not a debate!”  
    Jared: “You can dip your bacon in the waff–” 
    Jensen: “I just said that maple syrup blends with the bacon.”
    Jared: “I can use the bowl of syrup to pick up the bacon.”
    Jensen: “I hate your face.”  


    Meredith Glynn, we salute you. 
  7. If you want to do yourself significant personal injury, go listen to and/or read the lyrics to “Broomstick Cowboy” and think about Dean Winchester.  

Bonus Thing: KUMA.  KUUUUMA.

Bonus Thing #2: So are we entering tonight’s roofies-that-were-not-roofies into the litany of ways in which the show has talked about sexual assault with men as the targets?  It’s ambiguous – it’s a pretext, not reality – but as the conversation continues between Sam and Elka, you see her shift from ha-ha, these guys are dicks to oh shit, oh shit, this guy got hurt and I maybe hurt him too.  That was…uncomfortably real. 

Bonus Thing #3: Dean Winchester will man the flashlight.  Good job, Dean. 

The Soccer Player - Pt. 5

quick note: part one part two part three  part four 

You were sat at your desk, smiling fondly at your phone as you texted Calum back when Charlie came in. “Hey,” She greeted. You quickly finished the text and sent it and put your phone down. 

“Hi!” You greeted cheerily, spinning around in your chair to see her. She looked at you confused as to why you were in such a good mood. 

“What’s gotten into you?” She said as she began to put her things down. You shrugged. 

“Oh, nothing. I’m just in a good mood!” She looked at you again, suspicious but must have decided to let it go for she shrugged herself. 

“Well that’s good to hear.” She sat down on her bed and took off her shoes and threw them into her closet with one door hanging open. Your phone went off, a new ringtone you’d set for Calum. She looked up at the sound of it. “Did you change your ringtone?” 

“Yeah.” You lied as you turned around and grabbed your phone. A smile spread across your face as you read the text: I’m gonna get busy with some work. Let’s talk later, princess 💜 

“Who are you texting with a grin like that?” She smirked at you, quickly putting things together. 

“Just a friend.” You said, putting your phone back down and picking up your pencil. You were working on homework as well. 

“A friend, eh?” You didn’t hear her get up as she travelled across the small room to your bed and looked at the unmade sheets. “Did this friend come over today?” The closeness of her voice startled you, making you mess up the word you were writing. 

“No.” You lied again, looking over at her. 

“Why are you so jumpy?” She questioned, going back to her own bed and sitting down again. 

“I’m not.” You said, returning to writing. 

“You’re a terrible liar, anyone ever told you that before?” 

“Not exactly, but close enough.” You smiled down at your paper, thinking of the happy boy you were quickly falling for. 

It was nearing eleven when your phone lit up again. Charlie was already sleeping, having an early class in the morning. You were up late because you couldn’t sleep, so you’d been reading, until that text came in. Come see me, princess, I miss you 

You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. You told him you were on your way, climbing out of bed and putting on shoes. You were only in booty shorts and a tank top, and you figured it didn’t matter since he’d already seen you naked. You took your keys and phone and left the room quietly, trailing down the hall to the door with the number 23 on it. 

You knocked and a few moments later it swung up, revealing Calum, shirtless in sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. He had a sleepy smile as he leaned against the door. “Hey pretty woman.” 

“That one’s new.” You said as you took a few steps forward, leaning up to meet his lips. He kissed you back gently, much different than this afternoon. 

“Yeah but the fact that you are isn’t.” He smiled down at you, stepping aside for you. You moved into the room, seeing the only lighting was a small lamp on his desk. 

“Where’s your roommate?” You asked, seeing that Luke’s bed was empty. 

“He’s out and about, not sure where though.” You heard the door click shut and turned around to face him. His hands were in his pockets, eyes locked on yours. He looked so soft in this lighting, a soft smile playing on his lips. His hair was messy in the most adorable way. “What?” he asked, noticing your lingering gaze. 

“You’re just so beautiful.” You said, watching as he tried to hide the smile that was rising to his lips again. “Are you blushing?” You couldn’t believe the hard-as-a-rock, star-of-the-soccer-team, in-a-band Calum Hood was blushing because you called him beautiful. Scratch that, of course you could. 

“Maybe.” You watched him come closer, grabbing you by the waist, leaning his forehead against yours. “These shorts look good on you.” He commented, pulling on the short fabric. You smiled. 

“Thanks.” 

“Anytime, princess.” You closed your eyes, enjoying the soft moment, winding your arms around his neck loosely. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” 

You answered with a slight nod, not bothering to open your eyes. “Of course.” The tranquility would fade away, and tomorrow would come. Enjoy it now, you thought. “Want to lay down?” You hummed, rubbing soft circles on his care skin. 

“Mm.” He said in agreement, breaking apart to climb into his bed and pull you close when you joined him. 

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Adrinette Month Day 12: Childhood Friends

Yes, I know this is really late. (you know, I do cover first kiss, reveal, and proposal in this though, soooo does that count as being ahead?) Apparently it takes me a week to finish a one-shot. But hey, I think I actually managed to write some fluff for once so I’m happy.

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They were four years old when she first met him.

She watched as he tugged a pretty lady into the bakery, a smile lighting up his entire face and making his eyes shine, his hair tousled from the summer breeze. Marinette was mesmerized by that smile, by those eyes, by the golden glint of his hair. The boy looked like a drop of sunlight that had landed on Earth and was delighted by the people who lived there.

The pretty lady that must’ve been the boy’s mom struck up a conversation with her own mom, talking about needing things for something called a gala. The boy wandered from his mom’s side, gawking at the few handcrafted pastries displayed at his eye level. He stopped by a cake that had been baked and frosted to look like a cat and pressed his small hands against the glass. Marinette left her spot from behind the counter and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

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HEY so a wip of that Adam & Ronan sketchpage which uh. is primarily Adam right now >.>

Coca-Cola T-shirt, Cargo Pants, and Converse is an iconic look tbh.

So is: Mechanic’s coveralls, white tank top, grease, farmers tan, and freckles.

I’ll finish this whole thing one day but I’m re-drawing Ronan so it’s gonna take a lil bit of time so….ya’ll get this wip.

ALSO OKAY. So I’m re-reading the series, and there’s that scene in book 1 where Ronan is teaching Adam how to drive stick in the BMW? And like, are you honestly expecting me to believe that our boy Adam fixes cars as part of his job and on the side, can drive a damn backhoe, grew up in a poor household (that probably drove older, and cheaper cars, and last I checked, manual transmissions are cheaper than automatic) and DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STICK??????? REALLY? >.> 

co plotbunnied with @des-zimbits who told me that she was squicked by bittybob but look at where we are. immersed in an au of an au.


“Hey, Bits,” Jack didn’t want to have this conversation. He wanted to tell Bitty about his day, listen to figure skating gossip, then wish him good night.

“Hiya Jack! How’s your day been?” Bitty’s cheerful voice sounded tinny through the phone.

“It’s been good, I just had dinner with the team.”

“Oh, that’s great! Was it at the restaurant we talked about?”

Jack heard shuffling. At this time Bitty had probably finished his last figure skating practice for the day and was packing up his things in his locker room.

“It was amazing, thanks for the recommendation. I just wanted to give you a heads up,” Jack gulped. He had to do this. His mother’s words resounded in his head.

“You can’t help him or fix him, mon cheri. You have to stop investing so much energy in him. He’ll be okay on his own, and I hate seeing you so distressed over this boy.”

“I’ll probably be busy with the team for a while, and I know you have a big competition coming up. So we won’t have time to talk to each other, and I wanted-”

“Oh, Jack, don’t worry about it! You just focus on your games and your team, and make sure to visit the trainer often. Call me whenever you have time but don’t stress about it, mmkay?”

“Oh-okay. It’s always great talking to you,” Jack said sincerely. That wasn’t so bad, Bitty understood. Well, Bitty didn’t know the real reason Jack’s doing this but Bitty won’t think-

Jack didn’t know what Bitty won’t think. He just knew Bitty won’t feel bad, and that’s the most important thing.

They ended their phone conversation ten minutes later, with Bitty promising to send a pie down to Providence whenever Jack wanted, just give him the word and he’ll send it to the Falconer’s playing center. Not even five minutes passed when Jack compulsively opened his phone to take a picture of the geese for Bitty, but he stopped.

“Give yourself a break for a while, okay, darling?”

So Jack did.

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The Lion of Ruokolahti; or, the Shittiest Cryptid Ever

SO HERE’S A STORY ABOUT THE ONLY LEGIT FINNISH CRYPTID I CAN THINK OF.

On the 23rd of June, 1992, a forester named Martti Auvinen was on commission in the small eastern municipality of Ruokolahti. While doing his job, he spotted “the four legs of a large animal and a brown belly” so of course he drops what he’s doing and goes to see what it is. Cue him walking up to a creature he has described as a LION for the rest of his life. The lion looks him straight in the eye and then jogs off into the woods.

Because he’s Finnish and doesn’t give up on things, Auvinen runs back to his car, calms himself down for a few hours, then FINISHES WHAT HE CAME TO DO and doesn’t call anyone until 10:30 PM. And HE DOESN’T EVEN CALL THE AUTHORITIES. He calls the fish farming and hunting specialist from his company to ask HEY DID I JUST SEE A FUCKING LION. The specialist calls a few people and calls him back saying “uh yeah I’m pretty sure you saw a lioness”.

THE NEXT MORNING THE DUDE CALLS THE COPS.

Two days later the same guy finds a dead baby moose in the forest and immediately goes “this MUST have been killed by a lion because a bear or lynx would have eaten it a different way”. The cops show up and find no lion tracks. Auvinen goes on to insist they did.

After the information is released to the public that there might have been a lion sighting in Ruokolahti, suddenly a lot of people have seen this lion! An elderly man claims to have seen it several weeks earlier but feared for his reputation and didn’t tell anyone; one of the town council members saw the lion a few weeks earlier but didn’t tell anyone until the lion hit the news; a woman heard something roaring in the woods several weeks prior but thought it was a bear.

People start seeing the lion all over the region, in an area spanning a few hundred miles. Two kids see the lion drinking on a riverbank. Several people find lion prints on sandy roads and even at a military outpost. A group of fishermen see the lion walking along some railroad tracks. Two Swedish tourists shoot a video clip of the lion and take the film to the police: it’s shown on national TV and a zoologist identifies it as a lynx (though later he says it could have been a hare or dog which is just fucking weird). A lady picking berries sees the lion sunning in a forest.

IT GETS WILDER. There are reports of people living near the Russian border hearing from the border guard that someone’s been feeding a lion in Miinala on the Russian side of the border. The head of the zoological laboratory of Petroskoi University visits Finland and says he heard there’s a lion on the move near the Finnish border. People start seeing lions in other parts of Finland as well, including on the west coast hundreds of miles away.

There are ministry level discussions on what to do with this fucking lion because by Finnish hunting laws they can’t shoot the thing because our hunting or nature preservation laws don’t mention lions FOR SOME REASON. People started petitioning for the lion to be captured rather than killed. They actually ended up deciding they need to catch this lion and send it to a zoo somewhere. They even picked out the zoo. Sorry, Givskud Zoo in Denmark, I’m sure you were very disappointed when you didn’t get our lion.

EVERY SINGLE NEWS OUTLET IN FINLAND WROTE ABOUT THIS FUCKING LION. One reporter wrote over thirty stories about it. The municipality of Ruokolahti spent TEN YEARS using this lion as their municipal mascot. There’s a children’s story book written about it, as well as a play and several songs. Eventually the hubbub over it died down by the end of the summer but the story still lives on.

THIS IS THE MAJOR CRYPTID OF FINLAND. IT’S LITERALLY JUST A FUCKING LION.

Hey guys! As promised here is the Lucaya teacher AU!! It was based on a prompt I saw on instagram (that I loved so look for more teacher AU’s) and I hope you enjoy it!

prompt: no wonder why you’re the football coach damn you’re fit


“Have those drawings finished by Monday and have a good weekend everybody!” She erased the colorful drawings on her whiteboard and started packing up her things to go home for the day The kids filed out the door, talking about their weekend plans. She flashed back to her high school days. She always had a pencil in her hand, drawing whenever she had the chance to. She didn’t have much as a child, but art was her everything.

She was glad she was a teacher. She got to inspire others to make the best of themselves and their art everyday, but it was tiring. She always wanted to inspire others, even when they thought they couldn’t, because she knew what it felt like to feel like there was nothing. There were kids that didn’t want to make art and there were kids that couldn’t figure out how to express themselves in their art. She was there to make sure that they did.

There was one Junior named Charlie on the football team that was an amazing artist, but never turned in any assignments. It was the end of the semester, and he was failing the class. She had seen him sometimes, in the back of the class, doing watercolor and making these amazing paintings, but as soon as class was over, he would throw it away. She always dug them out of the trash, sometimes the things that people don’t want to share with the world are the most valuable.

So, she dug the one out from today’s class, and looked at it. She was always a fan of his work, but today’s nearly took her breath away. It was of the ocean and the sunset, the waves bursting off the paper, the sunlight radiating. She had to do something, she had to show someone, to get him to share his work. She put her stuff back down, grabbed the folder of his work, and went to the only person who she knew could make a difference.

She was sure that she looked like absolute hell through the hallways, her messy bun was falling apart, her glasses were falling down her face, and the sheer amount of paint on her clothing was almost disturbing. The art room just had to be on the opposite side of the school from the gym. She taught art, she wasn’t exactly the athletic type.

She finally found him (after looking in the locker room and being horrified…she will never tell anyone what she saw…) in the weight room by himself. He was turned away from her, lifting weights. What she didn’t expect was for him to be shirtless. Her cheeks turned as red as the strawberries she had eaten for lunch as she stood there motionless. She finally let out a small cough to let him know that she was there.

“Oh hey Maya!” he said, putting his weights down and picking up a towel to wipe off the sweat that was dripping off of… everywhere. She stumbled over her words, trying her best, but her tongue wouldn’t agree with what she wanted to say.

“H-hey Lucas! Funny seeing you here. I mean I was looking for you, I mean… I need to talk to you about Charlie.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her body, her arms were flailing around until she finally found a spot on her hips to rest them. He chuckled and smiled. He was at least a foot taller than her, of course she chose to wear flats today.

He was the Government teacher as well as the football coach. He was known for telling jokes in his classes, but also being the best history teacher in the school. He was dedicated to helping his students, and was an amazing football coach because he wanted to teach the kids to be good people alongside being good players. She didn’t get to talk to him often, because football and art generally don’t overlap, but damn she wished she got to talk to her more.

“I’m here because he’s failing my class.” His smile turned into a frown, but she was eye level with his toned chest so she didn’t notice.

“He’s a really bright kid, why would he be failing your class. You can’t be wrong when you do art, can you?” Her blush deepened as she pulled out the paintings from her folder. She spread them out on a bench, picking out her favorites.

“Only if you don’t turn them in.”

“Holy shit, these are amazing, are those his?”

“Yeah, but he throws these away at the end of each class and doesn’t do any other assignments.”

Her cheeks were still red and hot, but she took down her messy bun to redo it. This time it was his turn to be in awe. Even with paint all over her, and her hair disheveled, she looked phenomenal. She was a ball of fire, and he could just feel the passion oozing out of her. He went to go grab his shirt, and she felt herself trying to say something to stop him.

“How do we fix this? He’s obviously an amazing artist, but I can’t accept these as grades because that would be unfair to the other kids.”

“Do you want to talk about it over dinner tonight?”

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A/N: Oh hey, I’m alive. This is a preference I’ve had going for a while that I’ve FINALLY finished. If you have anything you want me to write you can request it here :)

(also any medical terms or diseases mentioned are not necessarily accurate) 


Scott:

Your past

Originally posted by noches-de-llanto

No matter where you went, no matter how many times you moved your past always seemed to catch up with you. You had done things, terrible things that made you deem yourself unlovable or not worth loving. Things that made other people look at you like a monster, but not Scott. He got to know the real you, and became persistent in his endeavour to make you believe things could change, that you didn’t have to live alone and broken forever. There were so many parts of yourself that screamed to push him away, but you’d been hurting for far too long. That much guilt and regret suffocated a person, and you were running out of air. Day by day the barrier inside you shattered, unveiling the most vulnerable parts of you. Scott accepted it all, and together you conquered your darkest memories, finally putting your mistakes to rest. You forgave your past, allowing you and Scott to move onto the future.

Stiles:

Abuse

Originally posted by vampire-diaries1864

You and Stiles had know each other forever. Ever since you moved in next door to the dorky boy you two had been somewhat inseparable, that was, until high school. He never understood it; one day you two were planning your next Star Wars marathon, the next day it’s like he never existed. He’d see you sometimes at school, but you’d always ignore him and move on to your boyfriend. Today was different. Stiles was running late for class when he passed the storage room and heard muffled sobs reverberating from the walls, followed by a male voice. You worthless bitch, it’s what you get for being so pathetic. Now shut up and clean yourself up before someone hears you. Stiles froze; he recognised that voice. Before he knew what he was doing he flung open the door, and the scene in front of him caused his blood to boil. There you were, arms cradling your body as blood gushed from your nose, and next to you that bastard stood, towering over you like an animal. What the hell are you doing? before your boyfriend could answer Stiles punched him in the face, once, twice, three times. It suddenly all made sense to him, why you had disconnected from him ever since your boyfriend came into your life, why you dressed and acted so differently. Stiles couldn’t stop punching and punching him until delicate fingers begged him to pull away Stiles stop he halted him movements, tears pooling his eyes as he looked up at you. You were so broken, had been through torment and Stiles was so angry at himself for not realising sooner. He stood up, ignoring the groaning boy behind him and pulled you into his chest. The familiar scent engulfed you, and more a moment it felt like as if nothing had changed. I’m so sorry Stiles hushed you and you both turned to face the aching boy sprawled across the floor. Stiles’ hand subconsciously intertwines in your hair    I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.

Derek:

Dying

Originally posted by why-d0-i-exist

You were sick, well, at least that was one term for it. You were dying, to be quite blunt. You had been diagnosed with late Sepsis, this basically meant your body was shutting down vital organ by vital organ. You had tried to be strong in front of your family, but inside you were broken, how could you not be? Your life was over, and you had barely started living. What’s wrong with me? You would yell into your hospital pillow at night, drowning your sobs inside the sheets. Derek was the only one that saw you break; he watched you force smile after smile, then watched how you crumbled behind closed doors. You were one of the most strong, selfless people he’d ever seen and, for the first time in a long time, Derek felt himself start to care for someone. When Derek became an alpha his first thought was of you. He knew he had to save you, that someone as precious as you needed to experience all there was in this world. That night, Derek snuck into your hospital room. You were unconscious, kept alive only by machine. Without a second thought, Derek bit you. He knew it was reckless, that there was no way he’d be able to explain your miraculous recovery, but he didn’t care. The moment your glowing Amber eyes fluttered open and met his, he made a silent vow; he would protect you for the rest of his life.

Liam:

Yourself

Originally posted by duchessofhades

You just wanted it to end. Sitting in the bath as blood cascaded from your wrists into the water. You were worthless, or so you thought, weak until the very end. Liam had just arrived to his house when he found your letter on his bed. He panicked and rushed over to your house begging and praying that this wasn’t real, that this was just some sick nightmare. He burst through your front door, screaming your name. Your vision was becoming blurry as you felt yourself being lifted up Y/N, Y/N can you hear me?! Dear God please no, this can’t be happening. Stay with me. Liam cradled you in his arms, black veins almost bursting from under his skin as he took away the pain. You were regaining consciousness and began sobbing Let go of me, please he pressed kisses to the back of you neck, his own tears disappearing into the water below Never. 

Theo:

Himself

Originally posted by scarin-q

I can’t be with you those five words caused your heart to shatter. Why? What’s happened? What changed? Theo can’t meet your gaze I’m not good for you Y/N, I’m a bad person his jaw clenches, and he turns his back on you so you can’t see the tears that pool down his cheeks. You can change god he wished that was true, that he could change and be the hero you deserved, but he couldn’t. He never would be, and you’d never forgive him if you’d known what he’d really done. Sobs begin to rack your body, you didn’t understand. Why would he leave you? What had you done? He hesitates as he hears your cries, every sob tore through his chest like a stab to the heart and he had never felt so much pain in his life. But he couldn’t be selfish any longer, he didn’t deserve you. I love you he finally says before walking away from the one person that made him happy But if you loved me, why did you leave me? Theo never answered as he disappeared from sight.

Isaac:

Suffering

Originally posted by sadepressiveandalone

Isaac had finally found you, but it was too late. Silver was dripping out of your mouth and you could barely move from the pain. You were just another one of the dread doctor’s failed experiments, and you had exceeded your use. Y/N please come back with me. I’ll take you home okay? Isaac kisses your cheek and winces as you whimper in pain I can’t, it’s over Isaac tears cascade down his face Don’t say that his voice breaks and you scream as another jolt of pain tears through your body. Silver starts leaking from your eyes and you look at Isaac pleadingly Please make it stop. It hurts. Isaac shakes his head, unable to bare the thought Please he looks down at you through his tears, he knows that it’s over. He can’t stand to see you suffering any longer. I love you his claws enter your chest and his sobs vibrate around the whole room. You exhale, finally feeling yourself slip away Thank you. Isaac roars and rocks your limp body back and forth I love you, I love you he mumbles into your hair before he finally lets you go.