hello friends! yes, i reached 200 followers, and idk if it’s pretentious of me to make this follow forever but i am going to anyways because i love everyone i interact with on this blog and i heart my mutuals! :) <3 also, look at the heckin’ amazing banner @magiaela made for me! seriously, one of my fave friends here on tumblr and irl. <3 anyway, when i made this i realized i hadn’t followed a lot of peeps back, and i knew my notifications were whack but i didn’t know i had missed so many, so sorry if i followed you right before this was posted and you’re like “wtheck mate w o t”. okie, now, here is a list of all my mutuals, bolded are my some of my close buddies i talk to a lot and love to bits but don’t get me wrong i love you all! <3
(not alphabetical ‘cos i am a lazy stressed asshole, oops)
I sometimes wonder if people remember what it was like before, back when we didn’t have to stand in line for hours to get a sanctioned amount of milk. Back when going outside past five didn’t mean getting robbed. Back when the sight of somebody in military uniform didn’t make me want to hide. Back when we could go to sleep safe in the certainty of our own homes.
I remember. I remember and I’m not that old.
I was six and my parents had just bought me a new bike. Dad took me outside our house, in a tiny speckle of a city called Maturin, and I rode the skin off my training wheels until 11pm. Things were ok.
I was seven and going in for eye surgery. I wasn’t too scared. I trusted my doctor. I trusted that she had the resources needed for this operation. I trusted the system. Things were ok.
I was eight and my mom took me around the commercial center of Caracas. My little pink purse dangled from shoulder and fell. A stranger picked it up and called after us to give it back. Things were ok.
I was ten and things had changed.
I was eleven, twelve, thirteen and the earth spun slowly and the world shifted and things were still changing, but everything was quiet.
I was fourteen and robbers tried to get into our house three times on the same night. We called the police. They didn’t find anything. The robbers tried again.
I was eighteen and people were making jokes about hoarding toilet paper, because they heard it was becoming scarce. We better get in line for chicken! Who knows when there’ll be more!
I was twenty-two and a patient can’t get her blood tested because the lab simply doesn’t have the solutions anymore. We’ve run out, we can’t do anything. The CT machine is broken. The MRI machine never worked. We don’t have enough beds or IVs or personnel. People are being turned away, dying.
I am twenty-four and I fear for my family. I fear for my country.
I fear not the oppression, which is a terrifying monster on its own.
I fear complacency. I fear the people who stand in line for milk and eggs like it’s normal, like this is the way it’s always been. I fear the hearts of those who still believe this is the path we should be on, who point fingers at other countries for refusing to entangle themselves with us. I fear the voices that drown reason. I fear the masses. I fear what we’re becoming.
dragons that hoard toilet paper because they think it feels nice, and it just KEEPS COMing. trying to roll it up, and not having much luck, so repeating with another roll. toilet paper nests
dragons that hoard feathers from various birds and creatures. but never killing them first, only collecting the ones that they find. they especially like to put them under their friends noses so they sneeze
dragons that hoard scented candles without jars because they melt together in such a gooey fragrant mess thats nice to lie in
dragons that hoard beautiful china and keep them neatly on shelves because they don’t want anything to break and they’re just so pretty to look at. so delicate
dragons that hoard doors and place them around their caves imagining each door leads to a different place
dragons that hoard mirrors so they can see themselves whenever they turn, i mean, they have scales that are just radiant when they hit the refleted light just right
dragons that hoard socks because they look great on talons and are ideal for spikes. especially when it starts getting chilly. also very comfy to sleep on
dragons that hoard books, and rip out all their favorite pages because they enjoy being surrounded by words
dragons that hoard unused batteries (like the HUGE ones) so they can lick the side that will shock their tongue because they like the tingly feeling
So I’m watching Supernatural with the brother and we’re up to 5x19 Hammer Of The Gods (which is a lot easier for me to watch now I’ve seen 13x13). It’s the first time watching the show for him and he said “I hope we get to meet God at some point. Perhaps Chuck knows where he is.”
I couldn’t control my laughter so when he asked why I was laughing I had to say it was because I had thought of Chuck’s hoarding toilet paper line.
Summary: Having to pretend to be an Escort for a case was not your idea of fun in the slightest. However the looks you keep getting from The Boys just might turn out to be a better way to spend the evening than you thought.
Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean
A/N Based off of This Imagine. Keep giving me your opinions it’s truly what keeps a story going! <3333 Give me all your feedback and critiques! Gimmie gimmie gimmie!!!
Scott led you from the Gala proudly displaying you on his
arm, where you bore the most charming smile you could muster. The chauffeur
pulled his Limousine around to the front where he once more held the door open
for you and helped you in. Once you were on the road you could see a familiar looking
set of head lights following you.
You turned your attention to Scott knowing that if you didn’t
start actually acting like an Escort he’d start to suspect something was wrong,
and until you had your hands on that book you couldn’t risk blowing your cover.
You scooted closer slowly sliding your leg between his thighs, your fingers
running up the length of his tie. You gave him the best set of low lidded
sex-me eyes you could give.
“So are you going to tell me where we’re going or is this
going to be a surprise too?” You asked, your voice low and smoky. One of his
hands slid up the length of your leg, his other splaying out over the bare skin
of your back. You’d wished they were Dean’s hands. A dashing smile crossed his
face, his bright blue eyes focused on you, studying your face, like you’d
caught Sam doing so many times.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME BACK FROM WHEN I WAS HACKED *conceals horrible surpressed memories* OR JUST NOW BUT YEAH I JUST REALLY WANT TO SAY A MASSIVE THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO FOLLOWS ME BC OF MY BLOG OR JUST PURELY FOR MY TAGS ! AND THESE ARE MY BLOGS THAT I ADORE AND I SEE MOST ON MY DASH
So yeah that was over enthusiastic but yeah here you go