hole bunches

“noo my parents didn’t abuse me! they just accidentally made me lose all my faith in myself and caused me to feel like a worthless failure who’s never gonna be good enough to survive, and they might have hit me but it might have been just once or twice so it doesn’t count, right? they just happen to worsen my anxiety and depression constantly but I’m sure they don’t mean it!! I’m sure they have no idea how much I’m suffering and I don’t want to throw such harsh words as "abuser” around because they might find out I said such a thing and get angry, and it generally doesn’t end well for me when they’re angry! I also have bunch of holes in my memories and blurred events I’m not even sure happened in which I get hurt but who knows if I just made those up! Better be safe and assume I’m making things up and overreacting! I know if I confront them and ask them if they knew they hurt me they’re going to tell me I’m just being hysterical and imagining things for attention! They just really think they’re right! I need to keep in mind I’m indebted to them for feeding and sheltering me, god knows that was tough for them! They had a rough life too, they don’t need me accusing them of being abusers as well! Maybe it would be easier on them if I just died-“

These are the thoughts of child abuse victims. If your parents comments make you feel worthless and like a failure, they’re abusive. If your parents worsen your depression and anxiety, they’re abusive. If you’re scared of your parents they’re abusive. If they used violence to control you even once, they’re abusive. If they accuse you of being crazy or making things up when you confront them on hurting you they’re abusive. If they made you feel indebted for simply not letting you die on purpose, they’re abusive. If they forced you to focus on their lives and their perspective of you to the point where you can’t even acknowledge your own pain, injuries, and your own point of view, they’re abusive. If your parents make you feel like it would be better if you had never been born, or if you died, they’re abusive.

what your favorite grunge musician says about you
  • kurt cobain: the world just doesn't understand you. also your favorite book is the catcher in the rye.
  • eddie vedder: you spend a lot of time alone in your room crying over sappy movies, but you'd never admit this.
  • chris cornell: your hobbies include not wearing a shirt and screaming.
  • layne staley: people fear you but actually you give the best hugs.
  • courtney love: you're constantly prepared to beat a man up with a pair of high heels.
  • dave grohl: you're a Cool Dad.
  • andy wood: you tell everyone you're a slut when really you've kissed like 3 people.
  • stone gossard: you ding dong ditched people a lot in elementary school.
  • matt cameron: someday you'll be a hot suburban mom who frequently cheats on her rich husband with her 20-something fitness instructor.
  • jerry cantrell: no one appreciates you but it's ok, you're just here for the beer.
  • ben shepherd: you enjoy setting things on fire.
  • Nicole: Your ass is top shelf Wynonna
  • Wynonna: Wow thanks my fellow straight
  • Waverly: Do chicks dig scars?
  • Wynonna: Lol what does that mean, my straight sister?
  • Nicole and Waverly: *literally make out*
  • Wynonna: Oh hey my straight friends what's going on
  • Willa: I'll punch a bunch of holes in Waverly's girlfriend
  • Wynonna: GIRLFRIEND??? WHAT THE HELL I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

just-2-easy  asked:

Do you have any room decor ideas that you could make with things lying around the house? xx

First things first:

I love questions like this!! 

I’m not sure specifically on what kind of stuff you may be into (Are you into nature stuff, or maybe vintage aesthetics? Or maybe you really like pastels? Or maybe you host some macabre sentiments?), so I’ve compiled together here a variety of room decor tutorials! Hopefully one of these might fit your fancy! (And as always, feel free to ask again! Let me know what you’d like different!)

Check out my TAGS page to discover more!

DIY Geometric Photo Display

Nails or tacks, some string (in the colour of your choice!), and some bulldog clips (or paperclips, again, in the colour of your choice!). Hang up photos of your family, friends, places you might want to travel to, wish list items, your favourite characters! OOoor inspirational quotes! Recipes! Cute puppies! So many options!!

DIY Erasable Boards

Maybe you have some unused frames lying about? Or a photo that needs liberating? Maybe some pretty paper? Or make your own pretty paper (watercolours, marbling, découpage, etc).

DIY Found Moss Terrarium

Maybe you’d like to bring nature into your room? Can’t say that you’d be able to find the items needed lying around in the house…but maybe literally around the house. 

Grab a bag, head outside, and collect the ingredients above! (The activated charcoal is not necessary if you don’t have that in your collection!) The full tutorial is incredibly helpful, so please do go check it out in all its entirety.

DIY Tape Picture Frames

Okay, so maybe you can’t poke a bunch of holes into your walls (or maybe you don’t want to!), but you’re still looking to display some pics. Maybe you have washi tapes laying about the house. 

No washi tape? Decorating masking tape is another option!


sew-much-to-do: a visual collection of sewing tutorials/patterns, knitting, diy, crafts, recipes, etc.

how to make the instruments

Piccolo: start with a flute. now make it smaller.

Flute: get literally anything tube shaped. plug on end. make a bunch of holes; these are where your mouth and fingers will go. the placement is up to you. to play it, blow. blow real hard. if there’s no sound you aren’t using enough air.

Oboe: arrange a marriage between your flute and clarinet. hopefully they understand how important children are to the economy.

Clarinet: start with the flute. now turn it upright and forget about your precious mouth hole. make a hole in the plug bend and stick a bit of wood in it. I actually don’t know how a clarinet works so you’ll have to experiment a bit for a sound. squidward is a good role model.

Bass Clarinet: start with a clarinet. make it bigger.

Trumpet: get a metal tube. bonus if it’s yellow and bendy. the fancy new ones have bits that go up and down. give it a bell. on the opposite end, stick a small funnel (must be metal; I’ve seen lots of colors tho so the type doesn’t seem to matter.) remember how your weird grandma use to do that weird buzzing thing with her lips on your arm when you were little? do that to the funnel. the louder you do the thing the better the sound.
Saxophone (Alto): the clarinet and flute enjoyed their marriage but one of them was unfaithful and a trumpet got in there. the result is a bigger tube with holes but its upright with the wood and oh god it plays jazz.

Saxophone (Tenor): make it bigger

Saxophone (Bari): bigerrrrr

Trombone: exactly like the trumpet but bigger and loose the sticks that go up and down. also the bendy loops aren’t optional apparently and one of them has to slide sorry.

Tuba/Mellophone/Euphonium: combine the trumpet and trombone. get creative. when you’re done, Google these three instruments and pick the one that looks closest to whatever hell you’ve just created. at least these guys sound nice.

Percussion: find something to bang. doesn’t really matter what, as long as you use sticks and protection.. get creative. some fan favorites seem to be: upturned buckets, buckets with thin stuff stretched over the openings, the tubes before you started cutting holes in them, blocks, your friends, and other sticks.

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you ( part 4)

Originally posted by euphoric-somers

I wanted to put a the originals gif but I saw this one and could not resist 


part 3 :http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/156805414855/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


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Okay so I think that is all of the people who wanted to be tagged for the story or just part four, damn that took forever since Tumblr wanted to act like an ass hole and freeze a  bunch of times making me have to restart but I got it I finally got all of my precious bunnies and now onto the story .



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Unkown Point of View.



 I would have smiled as I saw her in the pool but this wasn’t the time too. “Shit” she was faced down onto the pool. I jump into the water. I was used to the cold temperatures being on the swimming team. I grab the girl’s hand and pull out the water and place her on her back. She looked 10 years old. “Shit,” I could feel my hunger grow as she lays unconscious before me, but now is not the time to feed. 

I move close to her mouth and nose to see if she was breathing.  I didn’t feel any air hit my face so she wasn’t, I check her pulse next which I am thankful that is was there but it was very faint. I begin to do CPR. * I am so glad I remember Jax’s lessons* I thought as I continue to do CPR. I was about to do 26 of my 30 compressions when she finally spits out the water.*Yes *.


I place her on her side so all the water can leave her body. “Come on kid let’s get you somewhere safe,” I said as she sits up once all the water leaves her body. Her entire body and clothes were wet. “Who are you?” she whispers sitting up straight. ”Look that question is not important right now, what is important is getting you out those clothes before you get something,” I said in Italian picking her up bridal style, I could tell she wanted to fight but simply didn’t have the energy too.  “Si prega di calmarsi bambino (Please calm down child, in Italian. I don’t speak the language by the way),” I said to her she lays her head onto my shoulder. I pick up both of our stuff and walk out of the pool area and in the locker room. I  gently place her on a bench and open my locker. *damn she smells really good but I can’t eat her she is just a kid.* {Do it not one will ever know it was you }

“Quindi qual'è il tuo nome,” I say pulling out as a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. “My name is Y/n,”. *Y/n that’s a really pretty name * “So are you going to tell me your name?” she queries as I continue to search for things for her. “No I won’t but to protect you,” I said pulling out the towel, chocolate bar, chips, and soda from my locker. “Here dry off then eat up after we will talk about your hurt leg. I am in the pool area if you need me just yell” I said in English, walking to the pool area.


“Oh Y/n put your wet clothes in my locker I will deal with them later,” I said looking at the girl now. The shirt was a bit big on her but the pants fit per perfectly. “Credo che dovrete portare voi da quando la gamba è male” (I guess iIl will have to carry you since your leg is bad )I said. “No you won’t I have crutches there by the pool,” she said. I quickly got them.


´´So do you have anywhere to go?” I said

She starts to crack her knuckles and taps her good foot.*she’s nervous kinda like I was*  I thought as she takes deep breaths. I smell that her soul wavelength was out of control high. * Okay time to stop her* I thought matching my waves with her and place my hand on her shoulder. Slowly I lower our wavelength till she was calm enough to stay that way on her own.

“I know your hurt and scared, but it’s best to stay calm if your soul wavelength gets too high it won’t help you,” I said sitting on the bench in front of her. Her hair was still wet from the water, while her face was a bit pale she was getting her color back. She looks 11 years old. *what mad a fourth grader commit suicide * I thought as I grab her crutches and bag from the side of the pool.

“Well Y/n since you have nowhere to go I will take you in. Obviously, whoever was taking care of you before weren’t doing a very good Job on watching you so you can stay with me”, I smile as her eyes light up and nod happily.*she has pretty eyes* I thought. “Okay let’s go,” I said standing up and giving her crutches to her. She nods once more puts her hair in a bun and stands with her crutches. “I don’t live too far from here so we will be good. I also have other siblings but from what I can tell you’re going to fit in just fine,” I said we begin our trek home.

______________time skip to home________________________


“Okay, here we are?” I said opening the door to the apartment. (It was kinda how Marcel looked in season 2.) She gasps in amazement at the flying book in the air and says magic.

“You can see through the mist,” I whisper.* is she a mundane, monster, or half blood, or one of us * I thought as she walks through the door.

* Okay definitely not monster * I thought she steps on to the celestial bronze welcome mat and continues walking. “ Oh hey your home early,” said Carson as she and Armin walk into the room. They gasp as they see Y/n. *dammit, there going to be mad* I thought as Carson’s fist turns white.

“I will explain later but now she needs a hot shower band warm clothes,” I said sternly. Armin nods and tells Y/n to follow him, the situation while Carson stays and glares at me. She would have thrown a dagger at me if they weren’t locked away.

“What the hell,” Carson growled stomping up to me.“ Do you really think bringing someone a child in fact into our lives the situation,” she slams me into the kitchen wall.


* great she is yelling* I pinch the bridge of my nose.“I am trying to save a life she was about to commit suicide,” i say . 


“ So what a suicidal isn’t my problem she is half our are age and double work find her a shelter but she CANNOT LIVE WITH US. I WANT HER OUT BY TOMORROW THE LIFE WE HAVE IS NO LIFE HER,” she screamed then walked back to her room.* dammit Carson I know this isn’t a good life for someone her age but we can’t just leave her alone * I thought as I check on Y/n.

Her hair was still in its bun, she was now in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. She was talking to Armin about something. Thou the door was open I still knocked gathering their attention. “ hey you Okay,” I ask as Armin gets up. “ yeah I am fine,” she said Putting her legs down from the bed.

“ I am going to make her bed and talk to Carson while you two talk,” he said then walked out the door closing it behind him. I sit down next to her.“ So want to tell me what happened” I said.“ I have insomnia, depression, and a voice in my head” I take a deep breath taking in the information but once it does I start laughing. 


*So young yet so naive to reality if only she would use that to her advantage* I thought, but since she can’t know I am shattered I will stay sane, well pretend to be sane. {Whats her blood type} said Korosenshi my little baby hatter just for my psycho.


“It’s completely fine for us it’s normal for now just go to sleep in here I will sleep where Armin set up ok,” I said she nods gets under the covers. “But what if I don’t sleep?” “Then wake me up, use your insomnia to your advantage that’s what I do,” I said cutting out the light band walked away. 


____________________^time skip to morning^ ______ ____________ ___________ 


I smiled seeing that Carson is going to allow Y/n to stay. Armin seemed to explain to her Y/n situation. {But Carson is correct having the girl with us could be a problem. She is young no experience. We should tear out her throat.} *No korosenshi she only a child plus maybe her bad side might like you * I thought packing my duffle bag. We’re leaving for the institute today but might drop of Y/n at camp. “Yo dude Carson took Y/n to the weapons store.” Said Armin walking into my room. “Based on her strength she is good with a sword and baseball.”


 “That’s good least she knows how to swing, for now, that will suffice but when we get there were going the cabins get her a house,” I said putting some ambrosia and nectar into my pockets along with my dagger. “How do know she is even one of us ?” I sigh knowing Armin won’t make this a simple conversation. “She could just be able to see the mist or a supernatural creature,” he continued crossing his arms. “Do you always have to undermine me ?” “Only when you don’t think things though. So what the plan?” I run my fingers through my hair.

“We are gonna take her to the institute today, then we take to the Elders at camp,” I said closing up the duffle bag and putting on my hoodie. “OK well, Carson says we should meet her at the church,” I nod as we leave. 


——————–Y/n point of view———————————————– 


I smiled as Carson went into the pizza place. So far we have gone to the weapons store. She bought me a katana and some knives. While she got some new arrows for her bows. We were going to meet up with Armin and Luca the church since she said she apartment isn’t safe since we called them. *how does calling someone make a place not safe, especially your home * I thought as sit down in our booth table. “So Y/n what do you know about the supernatural?” I swallow my spit as nervousness sets in.* they only want you for your family. You screw up you were supposed to die * said Voice. “ Wha–isn’t it just ya know uuumm–”. *you can’t even lie. Right just die* I swallowed my spit hearing voices words blare throughout my head.

 “Sheesh you must know a lot by your reaction,” *yeah do so tell the truth and.let them us you * “NO I DON’T,” I scream standing up in frustration. I was taking deep breaths even though there was no reason too. I felt my heart beat slowly decrease as I sat down. Carson sat back into her chair. Her silver eyes were piercing at me. My back tingles just knowing there on me.


I bite my lip, determining whether to tell her. *Maybe if I tell her she will tell me the information on what is going on and maybe shit will make sense, but of course this is all in question they–*


“If you think that you will be able to find out any information by telling me what you know it won’t help. Me finding out is strictly for your protection Y/n,” she said stoically. * Well that blows that idea right out the water I might as well tell her the truth in all of this then*

“Fine,” I said then  began to  explain  everything from  my  heritage  to  the rest  of the  supernatural, through the entire time I explained it her face was stoic it  would of scared me if I was sane, but the entire time I could hear voice  inside my head  laughing at me and I found it  kinda comforting  to me now  it wasn’t loud  but a soothing sound. I didn’t even notice I began to twirl a  knife in my hand until I stabbed it into the table. 

“Nice but untrained you’re still fighting it oh well least you have potential,” she said brushing her hair behind her ear with her hand. “So you know about werewolves to vampires. But what about banshees, chimera, Hellhounds,” 

*Wait those things don’t exist., I never read about them in my families books or heard of them with Davina* I thought.

“Exactly you only know the most common species ever, but I don’t blame you for that they are always making it harder for other kinds of supernatural and myth beings”.

“What how do –what fo”. *how is this possible there*

“Look don’t even bother trying to figure it out, but know that there are a lot more than vampires, witches, and werewolves in New Orleans. “She said calmly as the waitress take our order, I wasn’t even listening to Carter as she spoke to the woman.  

*how, never mind that just know that there is, just think of it as more werewolves for now or –* said voice trying to make it understandable.

“Stop trying to wrap your head around it won’t help to try to do it all at once just relax, for now, I want to offer you something do you want to live a human life and start again, or do want to live with us ?”

I look at the table pondering whether or not this is the choice I want to live like a human, pretend like I don’t the supernatural doesn’t exist or continue to be a part of it with the possibility of dying, but if I choose human and  my ex-family find out I am alive I will be forever screwed and voice will never let me live it down.

“Look you don’t have to choose now but once were are done eating you need to tell me a decision,” she said just as the waitress came with our food. 


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KOL POV


I groan as the light blinds me from the open curtains. *If only I could get drunk * I thought sitting up on the couch. “AAhh Brother I see you managed to finally sleep after tearing apart your bedroom,”. Ignoring Klaus’s remarks, I head to the bathroom and quickly freshen up. 


No one has seemed to find Y/n at all I went to the police department so they are searching as well. Along with Marcellus goons and surprisingly the witches agreed to help without Davina or Freya asking them, they seemed to like Y/n due to her being the outcast of the family. * Well she can be an outcast of the family if she is dead*

* I was supposed to protect her and I didn’t just like Henrik * I thought as I turn on the faucet and splashing water on my face. My face welcomes the cold feeling of the water on me. I quickly dry my face and head out the door to see Niklaus standing I’m the middle of the room like a Roman or Greek statue as if he was a god. I walking out the door to see Hayley walking into the room with puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. From the way she was breathing she had a stuffy nose. Ignoring her I grab my phone from my pocket and dial Marcel’s number but get no answer after the ring tone. Elijah was too busy trying to distract himself with Hope. It sickened me knowing I could have prevented her death if I was there. Saw the signs just a bit earlier. Listened a bit better to her. *so much for super hearing I couldn’t eve hear Y/n’s cries for help. A child under the age of 11 commits suicide. It not like us who didn’t want to die, she chose it, she wanted out of our lives and us out of her’s. To be free of us in the best way possible not just a dagger or runaway where we can find or see her but somewhere none of us want to go … Death. Always and Forever my ass. * I grab a blood bag from the kitchen and continue to Search for Y/n.


_______________________TIMESKIP________________________________________________


I take a deep breath upon landing on the rooftop of the building. Y/n would come here sometimes to relax and calm down after a fight with Hope or come with Jason to relax. It was a little spot kinda like a lounge place had a fridge, bar for food, and a few couches and blankets. There was only one person in the area, I walk over to her and smile. Her back was turned away from me. “Hello,”  I say right behind her. She turns around and smiles.“hi,” she says. “ Has anyone been here in the past few days,”.

“Not as of late since the rain storm Saturday night but Y/n Mikealson and her friends came by on Thursday for snacks and games.” She said.
I sigh great no one knows where she is. “Your Kol Mikealson. Umm  Hope’s and Y/n’s uncle right?”

“Yes I am and Y/n  has gone missing. Do you know where she is?” I ask


“Yes”. 

Without context, he just looks very uninterested. His eyes just scream “dead inside”.

Quick and Easy Vegan Snacks

Apples and Peanut butter

This is something people either seem to have known about forever, or they find the concept so weird that when you mention it they just look at you funny and back away slowly.

Slice up some apples, grab some peanut butter, and use the apple wedges to scoop up the peanut butter. There’s a bit of an art to manipulating the peanut butter, but it’s one worth mastering because omnomnomnomnom.


‘Baked’ Potatoes

Grab a potato, wash it if you need to. Stab a bunch of holes in the top or slice a cross halfway through it. Microwave on high for a few minutes then stab it with a knife to see if it’s soft inside, it’s different depending on the size of the potato and the power of the microwave. Once you know the rough time, you can just do that.

Toppings - vegan butter/marg, hummus, crushed garlic or garlic salt, cashew cream cheese, brewers/nutritional yeast, chopped fresh chives or spring onion, the list goes on


Couscous

Instant couscous like you can get in most supermarkets is super quick and easy to make. It tastes like pasta (because it’s made of the same stuff), and you can flavour it however you want.

Boil water, pour a cup of boiled water for every half cup of couscous, leave it for a couple of minutes, add a pinch of salt if you want, and fluff it up with a fork.

For flavourings (if you want them) you could just add a dab of vegan butter or margaraine, a teaspoon of mustard, or a splash of whatever stirfry, curry, or pasta sauce you have in the cupboard.


Noodles

Instant noodles are awesome. The instant noodle cups are rough on the environment, so I try to avoid the ones with the styrofoam cups at least, or use noodles you can cook on the stove or in the microwave instead.

Sometimes finding your preferred noodles that don’t use animal unfriendly oil can be a bit of a challenge, but they’re out there! And there’s a whole range of noodles to choose from that cook almost as quickly as the instant variety (my favourite are these awesome ones made from sweet potato starch that are so springy you could use them for slingshots if you weren’t busy nomming them because they’re AMAZING with peanut sauce).

The flavour options can vary too. I’ve come across a fair few ‘chicken’ noodle packets that were accidentally vegan. If you just got plain noodles, or you’re mixing it up a little, here’s some of the easy sauces I like to use.

Sweet chilli sauce - make sure you drain the noodles for this one

Soy sauce - combined with sweet chilli sauce it’s really frickin’ good. You can drain the noodles or keep the water, either’s good.

Veggie stock - one cube to a cup of noodles (with water)

Barbecue sauce - just a little bit sweetens the noodles up nicely. Drain the noodles.

Peanut butter and soy sauce - A tablespoon of peanut butter, a splash of soy sauce, heat in the microwave (to melt the peanut butter) or stir straight through hot drained noodles, nommy. Add a bit of chilli if you like it spicy.


Optional extras

Frozen mixed veggies will also cook in roughly the same time as the noodles so long as they’re small, if they’re bigger, just put them in a few minutes earlier and then add the noodles to the boiling water.

You might find you like nuts and seeds in noodles, I prefer them in noodle dishes with thicker, more complex sauces, but that’s a personal preference.

Small TVP chunks will cook in roughly the same time as the noodles, and they flavour easily.


Sandwich type constructions

The humble sandwich. Cultures all around the world have developed technology to wrap some kind of delicious bread type scaffolding around other types of deliciousness. Pita pockets, Tortillas, Bagels, Burgers, Subs, the list goes on.

Some easy things to stuff in your bread type scaffolding:

  • Fresh tomato slices, fresh Basil (optional), and hummus. It’s super simple and it’s delicious. Also great toasted.
  • Banana sandwiches. I don’t know if this is a New Zealand thing only or what, but seriously, dry bread, or margaraine, or whatever, and banana slices. That’s all. It’s divine.
  • Avocado and tomato. With a sprinkle of salt and a splash of lemon juice if you’ve got it. Also fabulous toasted.
  • Tabbouleh. If you can get it easily ready made from the supermarket, this goes great on any kind of bread related construct. Also goes fabulously with hummus.
  • Falafel. Microwave a few spoonfuls for a minute or two, add to bread, add tomato sauce, barbecue sauce, mustard, hummus, whatever. Devour.


Cracker type things

There’s all kinds of crunchy crispy nommy things out there - rice or corn cakes, rice crackers, water crackers, the list goes on.

Stuff to put on them or dip them in

  • Peanut butter - surprisingly nommy on corn/rice cakes
  • Hummus - unsurprisingly nommy on everything
  • Fresh tomato (awesome with fresh basil)
  • Avocado
  • Olives - There’s two kinds of people in this world. The ones who love olives, and the unlucky ones who don’t have the joy of olives in their lives.
  • Sliced banana - especially good on rice/corn cakes


Sticks, chips and dips

Stuff to dip with -

  • Carrot sticks
  • Celery sticks
  • Corn chips
  • Tortilla chips
  • Toasted pita bread
  • Mini spring rolls (raw or cooked)

Stuff to dip in -

  • Hummus - it comes in a million flavours
  • Pesto (just need to find a vegan one, or make your own :) )
  • Mustard
  • Salsa - home made or store bought
  • Sweet chilli sauce


Toast

Much like the humble sandwich, perhaps even pre dating it, we like to put stuff on bread, all kinds of bread.

  • Peanut butter - seriously. Just go buy some peanut butter and eat it
  • Bananas - yep, sliced bananas on toast is amazing.
  • Fresh tomato - Add salt, pepper (if you like it), and it’s divine
  • Avocado - mashed on toast with a fork, a pinch of salt, and some lemon juice, it’s divine.
  • Marmite - So about half the western world will know what I’m talking about. The rest will be dazed and confused. Google it. It’s awesome. Half of you will instantly hate it. Half of you will become helpless addicted to the magnificent mountain of b vitamins that is marmite. Also related to vegemite.
  • Baked beans - Heat em up, pile em on.


Pretzels

They’re cheap, they’re crunchy (cept for the giant soft ones, which are awesome in their own right), and they’re little edible bows. what more could you want? They’re usually vegan friendly, but it’s worth checking the bag just in case.


Vegetables

Yep. Grab some veggies, I quite like cauliflower and broccoli, put them in a covered microwave safe bowl and heat on high power for a couple of minutes. Then add whatever sauces you like (there’s a whole bunch listed here)

If you don’t have a microwave or don’t want to use one, just add about two cm (just under an inch) of water to a pot, add the veggies and cover. Bring to the boil on high heat, let it boil for a couple of minutes, then drain the water and the veggies should be cooked and nicely crisp.

anonymous asked:

hey what the hell is a quasar

A quasar is a Quasi-Stellar Object meaning it shines like a star, but when you take spectrographic data of it, it’s mad fucked up my dude so it can’t be a star (hence the name) so people were like “what the heck dude” and now we know it’s actually the center of a galaxy called an “Active Galactic Nuclei” and you know how black holes will fucking wreck a star? Well mid-wreckage they form an accretion disk of star stuff around it and as the star stuff falls closer to the black hole, it releases a bunch of energy that comes to us looking like a star, but it’s actually a star being eaten alive and torn to shreds at an atomic level. Fucked up huh.

Grading essays.

“A time in history where a hole bunch of people had to be optimism is during the hollocoust. More than 1,000 Jews had to be optimistc and hope the Nazi’s do not kill them because who wants to die.”

Like…honestly. Where do I begin?

To be fair, English is not their first language and the rest of the essay is…less of a mess. But…yeah. I got a decent laugh out of this. Not sure what note to put on it though. 

Glass Rose || BTS J-Hope

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1067

Originally posted by osyub

Hoseok was a relatively cheery person. He was always the person to call when you were down. He would always be the person to openly show affection and his love for you. However, recently, Hoseok has been distant and cold toward you. Every time he would come over to your apartment, he would go straight to bed without a kiss or even a simple hello. You noticed his coldness and had tried to confront him, but he would always dismiss the issue saying it was nothing and that he was just tired. You decided that it was a logical excuse. BTS was at the peak of their career and Hoseok was probably exhausted from practice and schedules. You decided that you were in no place to bother him. Now, your mind is starting to wander. Hoseok came home smelling of a sweet perfume that was definitely not yours. His skin would be sticky with sweat and his eyes start to look even more distant.

One day, you were at home working on some documents that were approaching the deadlines when your friend called you.

“H-”

“Are you and Hoseok still together?”

“Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry, just answer the question. It’s urgent.”

“Okay, okay. Yes we are. Why?”

“I’m at a café and he is sitting a few tables away from me with some other girl.”

“I’m sure it’s just a friend.”

“Sure, I guess friends kiss and shared the special couples smoothie.”

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“I’m going to send you a video and you can figure it out yourself.”

She hung up and a minute after, you received a video message. It was a video of your supposed to be boyfriend with his arms around another girl, smiling, kissing, and acting like a couple. You could recognize that it was Hoseok. He was wearing the shirt that you had personally designed for fun.

You finished the video and tears were streaming down your cheeks. You started to ask yourself why you didn’t notice it quicker. The unfamiliar perfume, the empty ‘I love you’, and the distance he put between you two.

You started to pack all your belongings and set them in front of the door. This was Hoseok’s home so you couldn’t stay. You sat down on the couch and waited for him. You wanted answers before you left and you were going to have every question answered.

It wasn’t long before the man walked through the door. He took off his shoes and almost tripped over your luggage.

“(Y/N)! Can you clean this trash up? I almost tripped!”

His voice was coated with irritation and annoyance. You started to laugh hysterically. He looked over to the loud laughing sound and walked closer to you. The closer he got, the clearer your face got. You had tears pouring out of your eyes while empty laughs left your mouth. He stayed standing next to you as your continued to laugh and cry.

“Why are you crying and laughing? You look terrible.”

Your laughs stopped and the tears that were pouring out of your eyes ceased. You stood up and walked closer to Hoseok until you were just a foot awat from him.

“I look terrible, don’t I?”

You started to wipe away the remaining tears.

“I look so terrible that you decided to look for another woman? I was just a maid. I was only that one girl that kept your home clean and cooked food for you.”

Hoseok stood still. He felt guilt and surprise at the same time.

“I guess I wasn’t enough. I should’ve known you were just like every other guy I’ve ever dated. I should’ve figured it all out sooner and left you. I should’ve known once you walked through that door smelling like you just went through a perfume shop and looked at me with those cold eyes.”

Tears started to cascade down your face again. Your emotions took over you and you forgot about all the questions you wanted to ask.

“(Y/N). How?”

“How did I find out? Maybe you shouldn’t wear that shirt anymore. (Y/F/N) was the one who helped me make it. I can’t believe you wore that hideous shirt to meet with that woman. Her eyes were probably burning the whole time. Take it off.”

“(Y/N)”

“I said to take it off.”

He sighed and obeyed your words. He took off the shirt and handed it to you. He was left in a white wife beater as you grabbed a pair of scissors and started to cut the shirt up. Once he realized what you were doing, he tried to stop you.

“(Y/N)! Stop it!”

You cut a bunch of holes into the shirt and it started to look like a rag. You were about to cut a sleeve when he grabbed both your arms tightly. You tried to break out of his hold, but it only ended up with you cutting yourself. You dropped the scissors and shirt. Hoseok let go of your arms and took a few steps back.

“(Y/N), let’s get your cut treated before it gets infected.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t even hurt. This pain doesn’t compare to the pain I went through watching that video.”

Your eyes landed on the pictures of you and Hoseok in frames. You made your way over to it and started to throw all the pictures to the ground. Hoseok ran over to you and forcefully turned you to face him.

“CALM DOWN!”

You broke away from his tight grip and grabbed the glass rose he had given you for your birthday when you two first started dating.

“Remember when you gave me this? You said you would never cheat on me and that you love me. You swore on this rose.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you smashed the rose onto the ground. It broke into a million pieces. Red and green colored glass scattered all over the floor.

“You broke your promise. This rose no longer has any meaning. I want to slap you, but you have a fan meeting tomorrow. I wouldn’t want your fans to know you’re a cheating bastard.”

Hoseok kept his eyes on the rose that was scattered on the floor as you left. You walked out the door with make-up staining your cheeks and your suitcase trailing behind you.

okay wait

This probably has a bunch of holes in it, but I thought of this at like four o clock in the morning and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I just imagine the reason Allura doesn’t let the Paladin’s visit their families back on Earth isn’t just because they have duties to fulfill as defenders of the universe and they ain’t got time for all that, it’s probably because when the blue lion flew them all out to Altea, they crossed some sort of barrier or entered some sort of time warp where it would seem like two months in this part of the universe has passed but back on earth, maybe two hundred years have passed and the Paladins’ families are all dead.

And since Allura knows what it’s like to lose literally not only your entire family but your entire species, she doesn’t want the Paladins to be incapacitated by the sorrow of losing their loved ones. So her and Coran just keep it a secret and keep making up bullshit excuses for why they can’t visit Earth. Who knows, maybe once a year has passed out in space, Earth has been completely wiped out by nuclear war and humans are pretty much extinct.

Just me

Word count: 765

Being the only person who can calm down Kai when he’s mad

There were times where Kai would get so mad, you were scared for your own life. He scared you to your core. You weren’t sure if he knew how much afraid you were, but you tried to contain your fear and be strong for him and try to calm him down, but this time it was different.

You were walking home late at night and heard a noise in one of the closest alleys. You stopped walking and stood there, thinking if you should go and check it out or you should keep walking. The biggest and strongest part of you was telling you to keep walking and get somewhere safe, but there was also a part of you that was telling you to go and check it, which would also include walking into danger. You slowly walked to the alley and hid behind the wall. You peeked and there you saw someone who was very familiar. The person you knew better than your own friends.

Kai was holding Damon strongly against the wall, a wooden stake driven through Damon’s abdomen. Your eyes went wide as you ran towards them, hoping you would stop them, well mostly Kai.

‘Kai!’ He looked at you like he never did before. His eyes were dark, without any good in them and that’s what scared you the most. You swallowed hard and shook your head, focusing on getting Kai away from here.

'Kai, stop!’ You screamed at him, but he didn’t listen. He pulled out the stake and pushed it into Damon’s abdomen again. Damon winced in pain as he shot an angry gaze towards Kai. His shirt had bunch of holes in it. You figured everything out, that’s how many times Kai stabbed him. You shook your head, force all the thoughts out of you head.

'You’re gonna pay for this.’ Damon whispered, only making Kai grin at him. He came a little bit closer, holding tightly onto the wooden stake.

'You first.’ Just when he wanted to pull it out again, you caught his arm with your hand, making him look at you.

'What?’ He yelled, making your body shiver from fear. You swallowed hard and closed your eyes for a second.

When you opened them, you saw Kai staring at you, his eyes still dark. After not doing anything for a while, he wanted to turn around to Damon again, but you cupped his face with your hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

'Hey, look at me. Look at me. You’re better than this. You know you are. Killing him won’t do anything. You can get through this. With me.’ You whispered as you caressed his cheeks with your thumb. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, the blue ones you love very much, finally met yours. You smiled, happy to see you managed to get Kai back. Kai you know and love.

He looked at Damon and pulled the stake out as he picked you up and ran home with you in his arms. He stormed into the house, running his fingers through his hair. He paced around the room and then looked at his hands, still covered in blood. He ran to the bathroom and started washing them roughly as you followed him and leaned on the door frame. You watched his actions, but not for long. You came closer and closed the tap, cupping his face again.

'Kai, look at me.’ He opened his eyes and you could see he was upset about everything. You smiled at him and hugged him, wrapping your arms around hs body. You took a deep breath, feeling his strong arms around you that always made you feel safe.

'I don’t know what I would do without you.’

'You don’t ever have to be without me. I am always here and always will be.’ You whispered and kissed his lips gently.

'Why are you still here, you could do so much better than me. You deserve better.’ He uttered making your eyes water. You never knew Kai felt this way about himself and it made your heart ache.

'You…are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Kai and I love you. I know there’s good in you and I’ll never give up on you.’ You trailed off, a smile immediately forming on Kai’s face. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeply.

'I love you too.’ He trailed off as you pulled him in for another kiss, feeling happy to have someone like Kai beside you.

Future Wife - 31 Days of Halloween

This is from my 31 Days of Halloween Writing Challenge.

Request: By @oaisara  “can you write 57 with dean x reader (I’m a complete dean girl haha #helpme) with a lot of sarcasm and sass and stuff again?”

Prompt: 57. A tarot reading? Are you serious?

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Castiel, Crowley (mentioned), Abbadon (mentioned), Chuck (mentioned), Amara (mentioned)., Mary (mentioned), Leviathan!Sam and Leviathan!Dean (mentioned), John Winchester (minimal mention).

Warnings: FLUFF.

Word count: 5,330

A/N: I kind of based this in something that happened to my parents when they dated. By being a Dean girl, I got really inspired and well, it’s long and fluffy so I hope you like it! There’s also a lot of sass and sarcasm in there. ;)

Originally posted by cocklesandestielis4realz

Sam and Dean sighed, not really wanting to take the next step and knock the door.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Dean complained.

“Me neither… But she’s the only one that can help us right now.” Sam reasoned.

“Why don’t we just get a Ouija board?” Dean grumbled.

“Because ghosts hate us, now stop complaining and knock the door.” Dean shot a glare to his brother.

“Why do I have to knock it?” He asked.

“Because you’re the one getting the reading.” Sam stated obvious.

Dean sighed and took a step forward. He looked back at his brother who urged him to knock and, before his knuckles could hit the wood, a woman opened the door.

She had bright, orange hair - it was extremely frizzy. She had small black eyes and her face was covered in crinkles. Her clothing was torn and not a single colour matched the other.

“Hi, uh…” Dean fake smiled.

“Dean, how are you?” She asked with a big grin on her face.

“Sorry, have we met?” Dean furrowed.

“No, but I’ve been waiting for you. Come inside.” The woman stepped aside for Dean to enter. “You too Sam.”

Sam almost choked on his spit. He cleared his throat and followed his brother inside. Both brothers gripped tightly on their guns – just in case.

“No need to be so paranoid boys. I’m not going to hurt you.” The woman giggled as she entered a room without windows.

The walls were painted in a dark colour, lit candles all over to lighten the place. A round table was set in the middle on the room; it had three chairs. In the centre of the table was a crystal ball reflecting the fire’s light. There was a black counter in the back, it had a lot of artefacts Dean and Sam recognized as usual wiccan tools, and some others that they hadn’t seen before.

The woman urged them to join her at the table as she took a tarot deck.

The brothers sat down and watched as she moved the crystal ball away to put the cards on the table. She sat there as well and looked directly into Dean’s eyes.

“I know why you’re here.” She spoke.

“Good, so can you help us?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I’m not talking about your case.” The woman giggled, “Which by the way, it’s the girl with the braids.” She commented, looking at Sam.

“Braids, got it.” Sam thanked.

“So uh…” Dean began, not knowing what the witch was going to do.

“You want a reading.” The witch spoke again.

“No… Not really.” Dean shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

“It wasn’t a question. You want a reading.” She insisted as she mixed the deck.

“I guess.” Dean mumbled. Sam gave his brother a bitch face but remained quiet.

The woman placed the deck in front of Dean, asking him to place both hands on it as he asked.

“You can ask quietly.” The woman smiled, understanding Dean’s inability to open up or show weakness.

Dean breathed out as he mentally asked about his future. After wards, the woman separated the deck in three, asking Dean to place his hands on them again but, this time, she placed her hands against Dean’s and whispered something the brothers couldn’t catch.

She piled the cards back again and started forming the Celtic cross. Sam and Dean watched carefully as the woman started reading.

“You live a dangerous life, and you know it.  You’re full of guilt and pain, and keeping your feelings buried deep inside you isn’t a good strategy.” She gave Dean a stern look.

“What a big surprise!” Sam chuckled sarcastically. Dean and the witch gave him a death glare before she continued.

“You push everyone away, afraid that you’ll hurt them the same way your father hurt you.” Dean swallowed loudly, “Anyone would think that you’ll remain on your own for the rest of your life but…” She stood silent.

“But…” Dean urged her to talk.

“You’ll find a woman – a broken woman.” The witch replied, “She’ll help you out of the burden you’ve grounded yourself in; she’ll help you grow out of all your pain. She’s similar to you, yet she completes every hole in your life, just as you complete hers.”

“Give us a name; we’ll go get her tonight.” Sam joked once more, and this time, Dean punched him in the stomach.

“Please excuse him.” Dean muttered.

“I can’t give you a name, because you’re not ready yet.” The witch informed.

“Not re… What does that mean?” Dean asked, he had gotten anxious.

“It means that, if you meet her now, things won’t work the same.” The witch explained.

“So… When will I meet her?” Dean furrowed.

“In a few years.” Sam let out a groan.

“DEAN! I will have to put up with you by myself for a few more years. Why, God?” Sam joked again. Dean tried to drag him out of the room, but the witch insisted in keeping him in.

“Sam will have to guide you, for you will not recognize her at first.” The witch spoke once the brothers had settled down.

“I’m sure I can do it on my own.” Dean grunted.

“Dean, honestly, you don’t even tell me when you’re sick and you expect me… Us to believe that you’ll be brave enough to ask her out? Ha!” Sam sassed. Dean tried to punch his brother again but the witch stopped them.

“Just remember: a broken girl, yet beautiful and understanding. Maybe even motherly to you, and oh so brave. No matter what you do, you’ll meet her one way or another. You are destined to be together.” The woman recited.

Afterwards, the brothers said goodbye. She had refused to let them pay her, claiming that she’d like them to finally yank the girl with the braids – which they did.

For months, Dean kept every word the witch had said playing over and over again inside his head. That until things got complicated again, making him forget about it.

-

Three years later, Sam and Dean were out hunting a werewolf pack. They succeeded almost completely, except that Dean got shot in many different areas and ended up in the hospital on a shared room.

He hadn’t seen the other person, but he was certain that it was a girl. Dean had tried to start a conversation with her the first day. The girl didn’t answer, and Dean thought she was just some mean person until the nurse told him that she was unconscious.

Dean took that as both a tragedy and a relief. He hadn’t seen her, of course, which gave him a lot more confidence to sing out loud as the day went by.

Usually, Sam would spend his time with Dean, who was getting better day by day but not enough to go back home. However, Sam still went out on hunts; leaving Dean alone with the unconscious girl, who Sam hadn’t seen either.

One day, the nurses decided to ignore Dean. Therefore, he couldn’t find another way to kill time but by singing his whole repertoire. He knew he was out of tune, yet he continued to sing at the top of his lungs.

“And be a simpleeee kind of maaaaan.” Dean shouted, knowing that the nurses would eventually give up and pay attention to him.

“… Something you love and understand…” A voice mumbled, making Dean fall into complete silence.

The other voice stopped singing as well. Dean had recognized it as a girl’s voice, but he had no idea whose voice was it.

“Nurse Jackie?” He asked, remembering the youngest of the nurses who enjoyed pulling pranks on him. “This isn’t funny.” A breathy giggle replied.

“I’m not the nurse.” She spoke. Her voice was raspy and breathy, it sounded as if it hadn’t been used in a long while.

“Then who are you?” Dean called.

“I… Marie Larkin, and you?” She replied. Dean recognized the name.

“Tell me, Marie.” He began, “Is your first name Joan?” The girl let out a chuckle.

“Fine, you got me.” She surrendered. Dean let out a giggle. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Dean.” He smiled, although he couldn’t see her.

“(Y/N).” She replied shyly.

“Beautiful name, sweetheart.” Said comment made her blush, “So… Where exactly are you?” He asked.

“Hopefully not dead.” She joked, and Dean laughed.

“I hope that too.” The girl looked around, not recognizing anything.

“I don’t know where I am.” She mumbled.

“Is it dark?” Dean inquired, thinking that maybe he could recognize the place for her.

“Nope… There’s a lot of light actually.” She observed, “And I’m in a bed and…”

“Wait a second.” Dean stopped her, “In a bed? Like a hospital bed?”

“Yes, how do you know?” She furrowed.

Dean literally jumped out of bed. Some of his bullet wound still hurt him, but his excitement was far stronger. He moved over to the “wall” that divided the room in two and slid it open, only to find the most beautiful (Y/E/C) he had ever seen.

“You’re awake!” He cheered.

“And you’re not a ghost!” She said using the same voice tone as Dean.

“I’m sorry I… We share rooms and you were unconscious and now…” Dean couldn’t really explain his thoughts.

“Oh… Well, no offense but I think your howling woke me up.” She giggled, making Dean blush.

“I was trying to piss the nurses off.” Dean confessed, scratching the side of his head.

“Right so… Where am I?” She asked, looking around once more.

“We’re in Hospital Princeton-Plainsboro.” Dean answered.

“Oh yeah… I remember now.” She whispered to herself.

“You do? What do you remember?” The girl snapped her head back to Dean. She analysed him before speaking again.

“Those are too many bullet wounds for a regular person.” She squinted, trying to figure out who was the man in front of her.

“Yeah I uh… I was coming out of a bar and some burglars tried to steal from me so I put up a fight and ended up with a bunch of holes and without my wallet.” Dean shrugged his shoulders, acting as innocently as possible.

“Right, you said your name is Dean. What’s your last name?” She asked again.

“Dean uh… Bulsara.” Dean answered.

“Bulsara, huh?” Dean nodded, “Was your father in Queen?”

“Queen the band or Queens the place?” Dean shifted nervously.

“The band.” She stated.

“Uh… No.” Dean replied as naturally as possible.

“Well of course not, because Freddie Mercury was gay and never had kids. Now tell me your real last name.” She ordered.

“It’s uh…”

Before Dean could reply, Sam bursted the doors open. Dean looked back at his surprised brother as the girl took advantage of the distraction.

She jumped out of her own bed, grabbing on of the syringes and wrapping one arm around Dean’s neck. She placed the syringe close to Dean’s jugular vein. He wasn’t able to move without getting stabbed by it.

“Who are you?” She demanded. Sam lifted both of his hands, showing that he was unarmed.

“My name is Sam.” The younger hunter spoke, not quite sure what was happening.

“Sam and Dean, what a lovely couple.” She beamed sarcastically.

“He’s my brother.” Dean managed to argue.

“Brothers huh?” She smiled, “Maybe you can tell me what your last names are, Sam.”

“Yeah, we’re Sam and Dean Bonham.” Sam answered, acting like that was the most obvious thing ever.

“What’s your father’s name, Sam?” She asked again.

“John… Crap.” Sam let out a shaky breath.

“Nice job, Sammy!” Dean hissed.

“Unless daddy was Led Zeppelin’s drummer, you two should start telling me the truth.” She commanded.

“We’re Sam and Dean Winchester.” Sam surrendered. (Y/N)’s grip softened in shock.

“You… The… Winchesters?” She stuttered.

“Yeah, although we’re not really serial killers… Those were…”

“Leviathans.” She finished.

-

“So you know who we are and what Leviathans are. How?” Dean asked.

The girl was back in her bed, orders of the nurse who just so happened to enter the room before Sam could say anything else. Now, the brothers were the ones to make questions.

“I’m a hunter… I’ve heard things about you.” She replied.

“What kinds of things?” Sam asked.

“The Apocalypse, falling angels, Abbadon, one of you turned into a demon… The darkness…” She answered, not offering any kind of resistance.

“So you’ve heard of us. Great.” Dean shivered.

“Only what other hunters have told me.” She defended herself.

“Great, and how did you manage to end in the same room as I did? Did someone send you?” Dean got dangerously close to her, trying to act intimidating.

“Yes, Dean. I got sent from heaven to try and hunt a pack of werewolves who literally pushed me off a cliff just so I could end in a coma, sharing a room with you.” She argued. Sam let out a chuckle and (Y/N) and Dean gave him a death glare.

“Shut up, Sam.” Dean snapped.

-

The interrogation continued for a while more.

(Y/N) was the granddaughter of a member of the Men of Letters. After Abbadon wiped them all, her mother turned into a hunter who married another hunter. She was raised into the life and, when she turned 20 years old, she decided to hunt on her own.

When visitor’s time ended, Sam left. (Y/N) and Dean didn’t speak much about their lives anymore; instead, they decided to listen to classic rock music as they shared hunting stories.

-

A few more days passed, and both (Y/N) and Dean were allowed to leave the hospital. Sam had signed for both of them, making him responsible for the young huntress.

She argued that she could take care of herself, but Sam was insistent and the brothers ended up taking (Y/N) to the bunker.

The huntress recognized certain rooms from pictures her mother kept of her grandfather. Even so, she recognized John Winchester as one her grandfather’s best friends.

“He was my mother’s God-father.” She smiled, remembering every amazing story her mother had told her.

“Really?” Dean asked.

“Yeah… They were close. Your grandmother… She was devastated when he ‘left’. My nana wanted to tell her, but she had vowed not to.” (Y/N) explained.

“Yeah well… At least we know the old man was good.” Dean joked.

“Is that so? How? I thought your father hated him.” (Y/N) furrowed.

“True but then we met him and he forgave him.” Dean explained like that was normal.

“You met your dead grandfather?” She asked dumbfounded.

“He wasn’t dead when we met him.” Dean replied.

“Right, so you… You did what? You Back to the future-d the man?” Dean laughed.

“Kind of… When Abaddon was released, he made a spell to come to the future looking for my father, but he was dead already so…” Dean tried to explain.

“Wait… Is John dead?” Her smile faded into a gloomy look.

“Yeah, he died many years ago…” Dean replied.

“Did you know him?” Sam asked, entering the library with three beers in hand.

“Know him? John taught me a bunch of tricks and… He was there on my first hunt.” She bit her lip, remembering how good John was to her.

“Really?” Sam and Dean asked, not truly believing what she was saying.

“Yeah… Didn’t he tell you about…?” The Winchester’s silence was enough of an answer for her.

The conversation eventually changed to simpler things, and it kept going until past midnight when the huntress excused herself and left to her assigned room.

The brother’s talked a bit more about other things before Sam finally dared to touch the subject again.

“So (Y/N) is closer to us than we expected, huh?” Sam commented, paying careful attention to his brother’s reaction.

“Yeah… If the Men of Letters hadn’t been destroyed, maybe we would have met her since we were kids.” Dean observed.

“Yeah, or if dad wasn’t a douche who preferred to keep us in crappy motel rooms rather than taking us with him.” Sam added.

“He did it for our own good.” Dean insisted, “But I guess you’re right… We would have met her one way or another, I guess.”

Sam smiled at his brother’s words. He was hopeful that Dean had finally understood who (Y/N) really was, but the older hunter was as naïve as usual.

“Yeah, one way or another… Either on a hunt or at a bar or…” Sam continued.

“I get it Sam, we would’ve met her anyways.” Dean grumbled.

“You really can’t be blinder.” Sam sighed.

“What did I do now?” Dean complained.

“I tell you what you didn’t do: Use your goddamn brain!” Sam fumed.

“Use my… What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean argued.

“With me? You’re the one that can’t see that your soulmate is upstairs!” Dean stiffened.

“My what?” He swallowed. Sam rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

“Blind and deaf… I said: YOUR SOUL-MATE.” The younger Winchester spoke slowly, as his brother was some dumb baby who couldn’t understand.

“How do you know that?” Dean furrowed.

“Seriously? The tarot reading from that time in…”

“Oh yeah, what about it?” Dean interrupted his brother.

“I swear to God I’m going to slap you if you keep being this dumb.” Sam mumbled, “The witch told you that she was a broken, beautiful and brave girl. That she’ll be understanding and maybe even motherly.” Sam recited.

“Right, because (Y/N) has been understanding and motherly.” Dean argued.

“So you do think she’s beautiful!” Dean huffed at his brother’s words.

“All I’m saying is that I would recognize my soulmate if I saw her.”

“The witch said you wouldn’t.”

“I don’t care what she said! (Y/N) is not my soulmate.” Sam sighed heavily and left to his room, impressed of how far his brother’s stupidity could go.

-

The next morning, Sam and Dean woke up to the smell of waffles and bacon, coffee and orange juice. Both brothers went downstairs only to find out (Y/N) serving breakfast as she hummed to a Metallica song.

“Morning, boys.” She cheered.

“Morning (Y/).” Sam replied, leaning closer to leave a small peck on the top of her head.

Dean furrowed at his brother’s gesture, but mostly at (Y/N) being completely chill about it.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Dean finally spoke, although he didn’t kiss her. Not because he didn’t want to mimic Sam but because he didn’t know how.

“Have a seat.” She ordered tenderly. Both Winchesters sat down at the kitchen table as the girl served breakfast.

She was completely attentive to the boys as a way of thanking them for taking care of her. Sam, however, knew that that was just a tiny, not well known bit of her personality. He gave Dean a knowing smile.

“This is great, (Y/N).” Sam complimented, “We haven’t had breakfast like this since mom left.”

“Oh Sam.” She squeezed Sam’s hand in comfort.

“Oh no, I don’t mean… I mean, mom died but she came back.” Sam quickly explained, “Darkness brought her back to thank Dean for helping her.”

“Dean helped the Darkness?” The girl couldn’t be more confused about the boy’s life.

“It’s not really how it sounds like.” Dean explained, “She is the sister of God and all she wanted was to be with him so I helped them out.”

“So you got God and his sister back together… And I thought the weirdest thing was that one time I found a friendly vampire.” She huffed jokingly.

“Yeah, the point is mom is back. She only left for a couple months to fix some personal things.” Sam explained.

“Oh, I see.” The girl nodded, “Well, if you excuse me, I need to take a shower.”

Sam told her where the bathroom was and soon the girl was already upstairs showering.

Dean wanted to eat in silence, but Sam’s knowing face was too annoying for Dean to ignore.

“What?” The older finally bursted.

“Nothing.” Sam chuckled.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Dean insisted.

“Me? Of course not!” Sam’s voice was too sarcastic to bear.

“Sam…” Dean groaned.

“I was just thinking how understanding and motherly (Y/N) turned out to be.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, then why don’t you marry her?” This time Sam let out a full laugh.

“Dean, you honestly couldn’t be more naïve. Not even because the witch told you…”

“The witch who could be wrong.” Dean interrupted.

“Just like she was wrong about the girl in braids?” Sam inquired and Dean ran out of arguments, “As your guide I recommend you to go talk to her.”

“Sam.” Dean warned.

“Don’t Sam me. You know it’s true, you’re just too dumb to admit it.” Sam sassed.

“Why is there a naked woman in your bathroom?” Castiel spoke, appearing behind the Winchesters.

“Damn it, Cas(s)!” Dean bursted.

“Sorry.” The angel apologized, “why is there a naked lady in your bathroom?”

“It’s a friend.” Sam explained.

“A friend-friend or a friend that charges?” The angel squinted.

“A friend-friend.” Sam answered. The angel nodded and sat down in front of the Winchesters.

“What brings you here, Cas(s)?” Dean asked, “We thought you were upstairs doing angelic messes.”

“Angels do not… mess.” The angel spoke, “Besides, I found a cherub the other day. He told me that every one of them were planning on coming here.”

“Here? Why would they come here?” Dean furrowed but Sam answered with the same smile. “Sam…”

“They want to come see how you meet your soulmate.” Castiel explained, “No one thought you, of all humans, would have one.”

“Yeah, hurray.” Dean rolled his eyes, “So what? You came to watch too?”

“No, I came to warn you about multiple, if not all, cherubs invading the bunker.” Cas(s) stated.

Without them noticing, the shower stopped running. The girl came out of the bathroom and got dressed with the same clothes she was found in when they took her to the hospital; said clothes had already been washed by Sam who just so happened to be incredibly attentive to her.

After dressing up, she went back to the kitchen where Sam, Dean and Cas(s) were arguing about Dean’s soulmate.

(Y/N) cleared her throat to announce her presence, to which the three men stopped talking.

“Dean, the naked lady in your bathroom is no longer naked.” Cas(s) informed.

“Yeah, I can tell, Cas(s).” Dean hissed.

“Am I…?” The girl was so confused about the angel’s presence and the fact that he referred to her as “naked lady” that she couldn’t complete her sentence.

“No, no.” Sam hurried to say, “This is Castiel, he’s an angel.”

“Angel of the Lord, actually.” Cas(s) corrected.

“Hi.” She said shyly, “You guys have an angel in your kitchen… Can you get any weirder?” She asked looking back at the brothers.

“We have a key to Oz.” Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“And a lesbian nerd best friend.” Dean added.

“And the King of Hell comes for ice cream every once in a while.” Sam continued.

“God also comes down sometimes… He loves to drink.”

“Great, I’m stuck with the Adams Family.” (Y/N) mumbled.

“We’re not THAT weird.” Sam laughed.

“Sure, and I’m secretly Batman.” (Y/N) snapped back, following the joke.

Dean widened his eyes at how natural the interaction was between Sam and (Y/N). Said gesture was clearly misinterpreted by the angel.

“Don’t worry, Dean. I can confirm that she is not secretly Batman.” Sam and (Y/N) bursted into laughter.

“I know she’s not Batman, Cas(s). She’s just being sarcastic!” Dean fumed.

The rest of the day, the three hunters and the angel spent the time guarding the bunker against cherubs. Although, (Y/N) had no idea why they were doing that.

Late at night, and after being locked down in the bunker the whole day, Dean decided to go out.

The Impala was parked in front of the bunker’s door and the sky was clear. Every star could be seen from there. The weather was perfect, for it wasn’t too cold or too hot.

Dean sat down at his Baby’s hood; his green eyes were glued to the starry night as Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd was playing softly in the background.

“That song is the one that woke me up.” (Y/N) spoke, making Dean jump. “Did I scare you?”

“No… You just took me by surprise.” Dean smiled at her, gesturing to join him. The girl sat on the hood and looked up to the sky.

You’ll find a woman, and you’ll find love…” The girl hummed along. Dean stared at her lovingly.

“We met thanks to this song.” The hunter interrupted. She looked down at him and smiled.

“Yeah, we did… That and the fact that we shared a room.” She laughed.

“I mean yeah but… It did woke you up.” Dean smirked.

“Only because I really wanted you to shut up.” She smirked back.

“You loved it, don’t lie.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down.

“I did.”

Dean shifted closer to herm wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Sammy really does like you, doesn’t he?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, but I can’t understand why… We’ve known each other for only a few days.” She breathed out.

“Almost a week and a half.” Dean corrected.

“Right, a week and a half. It’s time for us to become best friend, then.” She joked, making Dean giggle.

“You are one sarcastic girl, did you know that?” Dean smiled, looking down at her.

“I’ve had a few comments, yeah.” She replied, looking back up at him.

Dean locked his green eyes in hers. They didn’t look away, in fact, they shifted until they were as close as human possible.

Dean stroked her cheek, his plump lips were parted and his breathing was slow. (Y/N), on the other hand, was fighting not to blush. A small smile rested on her as she enjoyed Dean’s touch.

They were so focused on each other, that they didn’t notice Sam and Cas(s) standing at the bunker’s door, watching them. Obviously, they also didn’t know about the millions of cherubs witnessing what would be the beginning of one of the greatest couples Heaven has created.

Dean wanted that moment to last forever. The intimacy between (Y/N) and he was palpable, yet so delicate. He felt like any kind of noise or movement would screw it up – little did he know, the cherubs had set up a whole scenario for them to not be interrupted by anything.

“Are you going to stare all night long or what?” She whispered softly, making Dean giggle.

“I would stare all night if you let me.” He whispered back.

“I think you can do better than staring.” And with that said, the girl pulled him into a soft kiss.

Sam silently fanboyed, covering his mouth to avoid a squeal from coming out. Cas(s) squinted at Sam’s behaviour, but let it pass for he was too happy for his best friend to care. Every single cherub squealed, shivered, cried and even screamed out loud on the radio about that moment.

And even in all that mess, (Y/N) and Dean hadn’t heard a thing. Their lips were hesitant and slow, afraid to go too fast and ruin it. Dean’s hands were on (Y/N)’s hips, and her hands were gripping tightly on Dean’s jacket. They had their eyes closed, letting every other sense feel the kiss.

Once the kiss was broken, Dean pressed his forehead against (Y/N)’s. Their eyes remained closed, and (Y/N) let out a shy giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Dean asked in a whisper.

“I just met you.” She spoke, “Literally… A week and a half ago.”

“Yeah well, if my Math is right, we should get married next week.” Dean joked.

“You can’t marry a man you’ve just met.” She insisted. Dean pulled away, finally opening their eyes.

“Did you just quote Frozen?” He asked.

“I don’t know, did you just recognize a quote from Frozen?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“I uh… No I didn’t.” He shook his head.

“Good.”

-

“Where are we going?” She complained once more.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” Dean repeated for the millionth time that day.

He was literally dragging her around the neighbourhood. He hadn’t been in that town for ages, yet he remembered the way as if he walked by it every day.

The same building was still standing. There was a poster on the door that read: Tarot reading.

A tarot reading? Are you serious?” She asked perplex.

“It’s more than that, you’ll see.” Dean smirked.

“I never expected you, out of all humans, to be the kind of person that likes getting readings.” (Y/N) chuckled.

“Out of all humans, I’m the one that gets every kind of unexpected things.” Dean replied.

“What does that even mean?” She exclaimed, trying to cover her smile.

How could Dean explain to his fiancé that, many years ago, the witch on the other side of the door had told him about his soulmate? How could he explain to her about the cherubs spying on them as they kissed for the first time? How could he without scaring her away?

“It means that we’re here because I need to thank an old friend for… For guiding me.” Dean winked.

The girl decided not to argue anymore. She was curious about Dean’s old friend, and what kind of guide that person had offered to the man.

Dean knocked the door and the same lady opened the door. This time, her orange hair was starting to turn grey as the wrinkles around her eyes became deeper. However, she had still the same smile Dean remembered.

“Dean, what a long time has been!” She cheered, pulling him into a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Come on, don’t you know?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. The old lady shook her head; Dean sighed and stepped aside to let the witch see (Y/N).

“You found her.” The witch whispered.

“Found who?” The girl asked.

“My soulmate.” Dean smiled, the girl blushed immediately.

-

Dean and the witch explained to (Y/N) about the tarot reading. Dean told her about Sam immediately spotting her as his soulmate and how, if it wasn’t for the witch, Dean would’ve taken a lot longer to understand he needed to be with her.

“So you told him about me and that’s why he made a move so fast?” (Y/N) asked once more, not fully understanding everything.

“Yes, dear. Although, Samuel played a big part. If he hadn’t spotted you, Dean wouldn’t have known it was you and not anyone else.” The witch explained.

“Guess we also got to thank Sammy.” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You two would’ve ended together one way or another, Sam just helped to make it faster.” The witch spoke.

“Sam and you…” Dean corrected.

“Oh, Dean.” The witch shook his comments with a hand gesture.

-

After a few hours of talking and sharing their story with the witch, (Y/N) and Dean left the building.

“So a witch told you about me on a tarot reading.” The girl breathed out as she and Dean walked through the desert streets, under the moonlight.

“That’s right.” Dean nodded.

“You know? Ever since I met you, my life has turned weirder and weirder.” She joked.

“You already hunted monsters, sweetheart.” Dean smirked.

“Yes, but while I hunted monsters, you shared drinks with Crowley.” She continued.

“Touché.” Dean winked, “But you can’t deny you love this weirdness.”

“True. I love it, and I definitely love you, big ass weirdo.” She laughed.

Dean pulled her closer, crashing his lips against hers.

“You better.” He whispered above his lips, “Because I already put a ring on it, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”

“Did you just quote Beyoncé?” She giggled.

“Did you just recognize a quote by Beyoncé?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

“Of course not!” She defended herself.

“Good.”

And there, under the moonlight, they kissed just like the very first time.

anonymous asked:

Favorite Wayhaught scene?

The whole scene where Nicole gets shot. It is supreme!!!

Willa: Or I punch a bunch of holes in Waverly’s girlfriend.

Wynonna: Girlfriend?

Waverly: Umm kind of…

Nicole: KIND OF?

….

Waverly: Wynonna I love her.

all the way to Wynonna saying Waverly finally picked a good one.

It is a cinematic art piece.