how the hell man how the hell

  • Person: Hey, whatcha doin' for the weekend?
  • Me: Just the usual.....
  • Me: *sitting in front of my laptop for hours*
  • Me: *wearing my one-week-unwashed hoodie*
  • Me: *bowl of cereal in my hand*
  • Me: *drowning into my fandoms more and more than I originally intended to*
  • Me: ...I'm a very busy person
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Does anyone else wish they’d just dedicate a whole episode to Sam and Dean shopping for their disguises? How does it work exactly? Dean driving around, looking for a store in whatever random ass town they’re in, with a scowl, “What the hell does a social worker even wear?”  

Sam shrugging, “I don’t know, man, cardigans?” 

Really, Sam? Cardigans? What am I, Mr. Rogers?” 

“Kids like Mr. Rogers.” 

You liked Mr. Rogers,” Dean huffs, squinting as he looks for any sign of a store. “Where the fuck are we supposed to get cardigans?”

“How the hell should I know? Woolworths? Is that still a thing?” 

Dean muttering as they walk around the mall, dodging teenagers, and trying to find anything that resembles a cardigan, “I’m too old for this bullshit.” 

You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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Won’t Let Go

Title: Won’t Let Go

Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1063

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.

Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*

Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here

Enjoy <3 


The steady sound of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.

Breathing deeply, in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your skin.

You should be used to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to admit.

In and out.

Running your fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.

And, God, you worried about him.

In and out.

Soon enough, you were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.

Your heart broke.

“Hi there.” You whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

He looked up then, green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.

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heyy guess what series i finally watched

Broadway (part one)

*Alexander x reader x Lin
*Modern
*Word count: 2075 (I would’ve written more but I have homework whoopS)

Summary: Alexander somehow appears backstage at the Richard Rodgers Theatre in reader’s dressing room while she’s getting ready for the show (she plays Eliza) and she has to struggle and hide him while figuring out how to get him back to his original time… It doesn’t help that she may or may not have a huGE crush on Lin, either.

A/N: I might turn this into a series, tell me what you guys think, I think someone has written something similar to this before but idk I was listening to Lin’s playlist he made for writer’s block and I just got this idea?? (By the way there are really great songs on that playlist, if you haven’t listened to it, I suggest you do, so here you go: https://play.spotify.com/user/tobillo24601/playlist/62zU4Myg727ABmYCdKqR2O )

Warnings: love triangle (???) ,, swearing ,,, uh nothing unusual

masterlist

Originally posted by hammyminroll


It had been an average day at Richard Rodgers Theatre, you were currently getting ready for the afternoon show, running a hand through your hair with a content sigh. Today, you were making your broadway debut at Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton after Pippa had left the show, the wide smile never leaving your face as you got the news from both Lin and Pippa, claiming they both thought you’d be perfect for the role.

But, to say you were nervous was an understatement, you were about to make your Broadway debut as your dream role, Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton.

You stared at yourself in the large mirror, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you, you looked so different as you tried to get around the fact that women actually wore corsets everyday, how they did it was crazy. You continued admiring yourself when there was a knock at the door, knocking you out of your trance as you yelled out for them to come in, and in walked Lin with a bouquet of pink roses, a cheesy grin never leaving his face as he presented them to you.

“Well hello there, my dear wife,” Lin smirked, handing you the roses, “here’s some roses for your Broadway debut.” You blushed, taking the roses and smiling up at him in gratitude, before setting them down on your vanity and stepping up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, my dear husband,” you joked, the smile never leaving your face as you suddenly noticed a pink tint to his face, trying to ignore it. It meant nothing. You thought to yourself, shaking your head.

It was silent for a few minutes before he looked around the room a bit, letting out a breath, “well, I’m gonna go finish getting ready, I’ll see you out there, gorgeous.” He winked playfully, before excusing himself and leaving the room, closing the door behind you.

After he was gone, you turned your attention back to the pink roses on your vanity, letting out a quiet squeal at the mere thought of him getting them for you, even though it meant absolutely nothing but a symbol of friendship. You tried to shake that thought off though, not wanting it to bum you out right before you went on stage.

The five minute call soon echoed, telling everyone to get in their places and get ready. You let out a sigh, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You could do this. You’ve worked your entire life for this moment and you weren’t going to throw away your shot. You snorted at the Hamilton pun, chuckling a bit before adding some last finishing touches when-

THUMP!

You frowned at the sound, setting down the lipstick tube you were using and looking around the room, your eyebrows furrowing when you heard a soft groan of pain somewhere in the room. “What in the hell..” You thought to yourself, walking towards the direction of the sound slowly and when you reached the source, you grew even more confused. What the hell was Lin doing in your room - better yet, how the hell did he get in here without you noticing?

“Lin, how the hell did you get in here,” you wondered aloud, reaching down so you were face to face with the groaning man. When he didn’t answer, you scoffed, shaking your head. “Lin, come on, we have to get to places.” You muttered, gripping Lin by the hand so you can lift him up, which made him finally open his eyes and furrow his brows.

“E-Eliza?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Lin, I get your trying to get into Hamilton’s headspace or something, but you don’t need to call me Eliza.” The man’s frown deepened as he shook his head, “who is Lin?” You turned back to face him, letting out a frustrated sigh, “Lin, this isn’t the time for jokes. We gotta go-” You paused as you took in his outfit… It was bloody, and looked very… realistic for a costume.

“I’m afraid I do not know who this Lin is, Eliza, what are you talking about?” He spoke, standing with a firm posture, no emotion except confusion evident on his features. You frowned, “hang on, what year do you think this is?” Please don’t let this be like one of those cheesy fanfictions I’ve read.. You begged mentally as he thought for a moment before answering, “uh… 1776?” You groaned, running a hand through your hair, “oh god… No, no, no, please tell me you’re not actually Alexander Hamilton. Lin, come on, you gotta be joking, right?” You begged, looking up at him with widened eyes.

He sighed, shaking his head. “Look, ms, I do not know who you are-” “Y/n Y/l/n” you stated, cutting him off which made him widen his eyes. “Don’t you know not to cut someone off when they are speaking, Ms. Y/l/n?” You groan. “Because that is extremely disrespectful.” You were about to speak when the speakers went off again, calling for everyone to take their places. “Look, Mr. Hamilton, I gotta go… Just stay here, k? I’ll be back in a bit..” You paused, “and whatever you do, do not leave this room.” You said pointedly, narrowing your eyes at the surprised man who just nodded his head quickly.

You let out a light sigh, turning around and picking up your skirts so you could quickly rush out the door, closing it immediately behind you.

“You ready?” You heard a familiar voice behind you, making you jump and turn around to see Daveed, the similar cheeky grin he was always wearing, “y-yeah..” You breathed, nodding your head quickly. “Just nervous.”

Your attention was taken elsewhere when you heard Leslie start speaking:

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore…”


You let out a smile as you glided off the stage after that would be enough , thanking your castmates as they let out whoops and congratulations for you.

“You’re doing great, Y/n,” You heard from behind you, which made you turn around to see Jazzy and Renee, standing there with the same smile on their faces. You smiled back, pulling them into a group hug and letting out a soft squeal, “I can’t believe I’ve made it through half of act one!” You cheered, pulling away with the largest smile you could ever muster, before it faded as you remembered who was waiting in your dressing room. Alexander Hamilton. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go change, I’ll be right back.” You said, which was partially true, but you mainly just wanted to make sure Alexander didn’t decide to escape and wasn’t wandering around the theatre. God forbid that ever happened.

“Alexander?” You called softly as you stepped into the dressing room to see the man, who looked identical to Lin, sitting on the couch reading his biography. “God dammit,” you cursed softly, which apparently didn’t go unnoticed to the man. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to say such vile words?” He asked, looking up from the book. You rolled your eyes and made your way over to sit by him on the couch, “listen, Hamilton,” you paused, before continuing. “If you’re going to be here for awhile, we’re gonna have to get you caught up.” Your eyes lowered down to the biography in his hands. “And that certainly doesn’t include you reading your own biography.” You muttered, shaking your head.

He frowned before looking back at you, a pout that was similar to Lin’s - stop thinking about Lin. as he watched you take the biography from his grip. “Listen,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair, how were you going to do this? It wasn’t like you could take him out there in front of everyone in risk of everyone seeing Lin’s fucking twin.

“I gotta change,” you continued, which made him smirk. “Please, don’t let me stop you.” He winked, making you scoff and slap him lightly, “shut up and turn around. And if you turn around even a little bit,” you threatened, your voice lowering, “I will make sure you regret it.” He sighed, “fine.” He muttered, turning around and crossing his arms.

I also gotta find him a change of spare clothes, you thought to yourself, looking around the room for something he could wear, and of course, there was nothing. You sighed, peeling the dress of of you slowly to change into your new one, setting the old dress on the rack and putting on the new dress, letting out a huff at the uncomfortable corset.

Once you were done, you told him he could turn around, which he happily did, complaining about how sick of standing he was. You rolled your eyes and shushed him, before telling him to stay here as you got ready for your cue in Tomorrow there will be more of us, grabbing the fake piece of paper to glide out on stage, smiling at Leslie softly as he walked off the stage.

You let out a deep breath, before opening your mouth to speak..

“Alexander…”


You felt your throat tighten as you watched from the side-lines of Say no to this, knowing Jazzy would never actually do this, nor would Lin, and besides, it’s not like it would matter, you guys weren’t together. You sighed, watching as Jazzy walked off the stage and gave you a reassuring smile, because she was one of the only ones who knew about your crush.

The time seemed to flow by until burn finally arrived, the familiar tune playing as you made your way on stage slowly, sitting on the bench as you stared down at the props in front of you.

“I saved every letter you wrote me…”


It was finally the end of the show, and you had tears streaming down your face as you watched the song where Lin died take place, even though you had seen it a million times as the fill in bullet, playing it as Eliza made it 10x more painful to watch.

You took a bow, smiling and wiping away the tears as Lin stepped forward to thank the crowd, then coming back to you guys and motioned for a group hug, the whole cast laughing and forming a group crowd in front of the cheering audience.

After everyone pulled away and walked off stage, you immediately headed to your dressing room, promising the cast you’d be right back and not telling them the reason why you wandered off so quickly. It was to check up on a goddamn founding father.

“Alexander? Okay good, you didn’t wander off,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, smiling slightly as you wiped away remaining tears. “I could hear everyone performing from here, it sounded really good,” he smiled softly, making you nod your head in thanks before looking around.

“Okay well, I’m going to try and get you out of here as discretely as possible and get you back to my apartment so you can change… Uh, what else?” You thought before letting out a soft aha! And opened your mouth to speak again when~

“Hey Y/n, you alright? You seemed to- What the fuck.” You gulped as you looked between Lin and Alexander, your eyes widening in fear.

Oh shit.

lwoorl  asked:

Do you think the animorphs could have win the war if Eva had not been taken by the Yeerks?

Eva’s right about Marco: he’s a sweet kid, even to the point of delicacy, and he has no understanding of the vileness of the world.  He’s never tasted death, never watched one parent disappear while the other decayed.  The world has not yet made him hard, has not honed the sharp edges of his mind into razors and armored spikes.

  • This time around, when they’re all standing around arguing in Cassie’s barn, Marco becomes first the one to agree with Tobias.  “Think about it, man,” Marco says, grinning at Jake.  “Turning into animals? Saving the planet? It’s like something out of a comic book.”
    • “Our parents would kill us if they knew,” Jake says slowly.
    • “That’s why they’re never gonna know,” Marco says, laughing.  “How about it, huh?  We rescue Tom, we kick butts, and depending on how that goes we’ll talk more later.”
    • After the mission goes more wrong than they ever could have imagined, after they learn what hell looks like and lose a fight against the being who rules that hell, Marco misses nearly a week of school.  His parents are worried, of course, but neither of them can get a straight answer out of him.  Marco keeps his trap shut, because he knows this much: if Tom could be a controller, then anyone could be.  
  • Still, Marco loves his friends, and he can’t let them face danger alone.  He helps them infiltrate Chapman’s house, and the construction site afterward.  He goes with them to take down the yeerks’ supply ship, grumbling the whole time about how they’re all gonna die.  He rescues Ax, and does his best to stifle the nightmares that follow their encounter with the sharks.  Each time he gets home, he’s met at the door of his house by Eva, who is growing steadily more concerned and doesn’t know what to think of his increasingly-flimsy lies.  
    • He says to Jake, “This is going to be my last mission,” and this time he means it.  They barely make it out of that mission alive, and even then only because of the grace of Visser One (whose human host is a young engineer named Allison Kim) and her ongoing conflict with Visser Three.
    • Marco quits; Jake doesn’t try to stop him.  Marco agrees to stop morphing entirely, and so he walks home—and straight into an intervention.  
  • Eva and Peter don’t know whether Marco has joined a gang, started taking drugs, fallen in with the wrong crowd, or what.  All they know is that the withdrawn silences, the nightmares, and the free-falling GPA are all recent developments.  They have questions, and they’re not letting him get away without answers.  They tell him that they’re here for him, but also that they are going to leave town to go spend some time in Eva’s sister’s cabin in the woods for the next five days, and he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.  
    • “Actually,” Marco says, “five days in the middle of nowhere sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all year.”
    • Even this kinder, gentler version of Marco is still Marco: he watches both his parents carefully for the next seventy-two hours, and can hardly believe the relief he feels when they go that entire time without leaving their tiny corner of nowheresville long enough to access a yeerk pool.  
    • When those seventy-two hours are up, Marco sends a mental apology to Jake (who, although Marco doesn’t know it, is starving out a yeerk of his own at that very time) and then starts answering his parents’ questions.  He tells them where he’s been going lately.  Why he and Jake have missed so much school in the past two months.  What the nightmares are about.  
    • Eva and Peter think he’s crazy at first, because they’re God-fearing suburban Americans who have never once considered the possibility of aliens outside of sci-fi.  They start to listen a lot more closely, however, once he morphs a wolf in front of their eyes and then changes back.  
  • When the entire family gets home and Marco discovers that his best friend spent three days as a controller in his absence, he immediately rejoins the team.  Peter disapproves sharply of Marco continuing to fight.  Eva asks Peter, tears in her eyes, what choice they have in the matter.  It’s not like the human authorities are doing anything to combat the yeerks.  It’s not like they can fight back themselves.  And so they get in the habit of sending Marco out the door (or a window) any time Jake or Cassie calls, always begging him to let them know he’s safe the instant he can.
  • Funny enough, though, they do find ways to fight back. 
    • Eva listens to their description of the Veleek in careful detail, then she loads Jake and Cassie and Marco into the back seat of her sedan and instructs them to take turns morphing.  For nearly six hours she barrels up and down Highway 1 at speeds which leave Marco shrieking in terror at the turns, playing keep-away with the tornado monster until at last Visser Three calls it home in exasperation.  
    • Peter simply hands over his laptop to Ax and asks for help in “fixing” his code for the long-distance communications array.  Ax does one better and helps him design a program which gets them a permanent connection between the andalite home world and Marco’s own living room.  He stops by to call his parents twice a week, and once a month gives carefully-edited reports on the resistance to the andalite high command.
    • At first, Eva nudges Ax into staying for dinner after his twice-weekly calls home, on the grounds that she’s never in her life seen someone eat her cooking with that much enthusiasm.  However, it’s not long before she convinces him to bring Tobias by as often as he can.  It does them a lot of good, even though neither one of them will admit it outright, to have a safe place to get inside when they need it.  
    • Eva doesn’t love it, but she starts doing a lot of the kids’ homework as well.  She always does her best to quiz them on Algebra concepts or history dates when there’s time, but she also understands that sometimes the war has to take priority.
    • Peter installs an air mattress on Marco’s floor on a semi-permanent basis, and gets in the habit of lying to Jean.  Because Jake’s just a kid, at the end of the day, and there are a lot of times at the end of the day when he’s too wrecked or exhausted from yet another mission gone bad to face the thought of lying to his family.  
  • Eva dislikes David right from the moment Marco first brings him home, but she keeps that opinion to herself.  She sits patiently through the entitled little brat asking her where she’s from (implying, of course, that “San Diego” cannot possibly be the full truth) but also tells him that if he even thinks of borrowing their phone without permission she will make him regret it for the rest of his life.  With effort she ignores his repeated attempts to undermine her authority (she’s not his real mom, as he feels the need to remind her constantly) but when she catches him stealing money from Peter’s wallet, she snaps and grounds him on the spot.
    • David immediately morphs into a lion, unsheathing hooked claws as a growl builds inside his throat.  It takes a force of will Eva didn’t even know she had, but she stares him down without flinching.  Cold sweat is running down her back, but there’s not even a trace of a tremor in her words when she orders him to demorph now, young man, in her best Mom Voice.  
    • Miraculously, he listens.  He sulks about it all afternoon, whining to Peter and to Marco (neither of whom is remotely sympathetic), but the fact is that he can’t bring himself to kill a human.  Not yet, anyway.  
    • When David disappears two days later, Eva asks Marco only once what happened.  He tells her in two or three halting sentences, and afterwards she hugs him until he finally stops shaking.  She explains what happened to Peter, and neither one of them ever brings it up again.  
  • Marco’s house becomes the natural convergence point for all their meetings.  It’s only three doors down from Jake’s house, a five-block walk from Rachel’s, and close enough to Cassie’s usual bus route that she has little trouble getting there.  They don’t really converge there for the location, though.  They come for Peter’s willingness to cobble together a fake Bug fighter distress signal on the fly, for Eva’s no-nonsense questions about whether they’re sure it’s a good idea to attack Joe Bob Fenestre’s house before they know what they’re getting into.  They come for the cinnamon cookies that Ax eats by the trayful and the links to forum discussions about the latest yeerk activity.  
    • It might be a cliche, but the truth is this: at Marco’s house they are safe.  And in that small bubble of safety, they have freedom.  The freedom to talk openly about new morphs without fear of being overheard.  The freedom to come and go through the sunroom skylight that Eva leaves open at all times.  The freedom to be vulnerable and scared and not sure where they’re going with this war.  The freedom to be kids, and to ask an adult for help.  
    • Eva talks to Rachel for nearly three hours about her own parents’ divorce, and what it was like to realize she’d probably never see her dad again.  Peter keeps a stock of paperback novels in the living room, never minding when Tobias tends to return them with talon marks in their spines.  Eva teaches Ax how to cook cinnamon cookies and churros, chicken fajitas and western omelettes.  Peter becomes ever more convincing when assuring Walter and Michelle on the phone that Cassie is simply a delight to have around as she and Marco help each other with homework.  
  • Marco kills Visser One, and Allison Kim along with her, one sunny afternoon in May.  Visser Three witnesses the whole thing, not lifting a finger to intervene.  The kids have gotten in the habit of telling Peter and especially Eva absolutely everything, but this is the one thing Marco can never bring himself to tell.  
  • The war ends eventually.  Maybe it’s not better, or worse, than it would have been if Visser One had chosen a different host.  They take longer to figure out how to defeat Visser Three without Eva’s insight to the way yeerk leadership works, but they get there in the end.  Tom dies.  Rachel dies.  James and Kelly and several thousand humans and hork-bajir and taxxons die.  Seventeen thousand yeerks meet a terrible icy death in the vacuum of space; Eva finds out about it later and can’t bring herself to disapprove.  
  • One week after Rachel’s funeral, Eva is watching Marco’s latest NBC segment when she hears a knock on the door.  Muting the TV, she goes to answer it and finds Jake on her doorstep once again.  This time he’s got a backpack over one shoulder and a worn duffle bag with the name of a basketball team that rejected him tucked under the opposite arm.  
    • “Hi,” he says softly, voice hoarse as if from tears.  “Things with my parents are kind of a mess right now, and I was just wondering…”  
    • Eva pulls the door open all the way.  “Of course, honey.  Stay as long as you’d like.”
Silver Running

Originally posted by h-farah01

werewolf!au; Jimin.

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Caution: Smut ahead.


Your head throbbed as you began to wake from your slumber. Opening your eyes to the dark room you sat up and the room began to spin. While one hand propped you up, the other clutched your forehead wanting relief from from the discomfort. But as you looked down at the sheets it made you realize you weren’t in your room.

Your senses were on edge as you took in your surroundings. First you listened for any sign of movement outside the door. Was there someone else in this house with you? Or were you alone? Then you sniffed the air. The best way to describe the smell was musty. This didn’t surprise you at all. Wherever you were, it was old. You could tell even in the darkened room that the walls were worn out wooden panels.

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Jack and Roger doodles