i am fine as i am but i want to be healthy and feel nice

The Masterpost of noteworthy of PJO/HOO quotes: In no particular order

“How did you die?”
“We er….drowned in a bathtub.”
“All three of you?”
“It was a big bathtub.”

It looked like the ocean was hitting itself repeatedly in the face.

“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled. I wasn’t sure where the latin came from. I think it meant “Eat my pants!”

I’d love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.
The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhhh!

Nico was a corn plant. And he was alone.

But Annabeth also knew that Percy wouldn’t listen. He couldn’t leave Bob to die alone. That just wasn’t him - and that was one of the reasons she loved him, even if he was an Olympus sized pain in the podex.

I don’t define myself by the boys who may or may not like me.

“HERNIAS ARE US” Wait…sorry. I’m dyslexic. I squinted and decided it probably read: “HERMES EXPRESS”

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.

Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.

The situation was so pathetically sad it was almost funny.

Jason realized the ship would’ve already capsized or been smashed to bits of Percy wasn’t on the job.

After the fight with Lycaon, Nico had discarded his shredded aviator jacket.

Seriously, who curses you with their dying breath and says: I hope your eye twitches.

“What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes?” Percy wondered. “Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?”

“That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”
“Which one is me?” I asked.
“The little deformed one,” Zoe suggested.
“Oh, shut up.”

We were all exited because that evening Capture the Flag was going to be totally vicious.

“SURRENDER! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY ONE SPANKING HOT WAR MACHINE! WHAT’S UP, ENCHILADAS? NICE DAGGER IN YOUR FOREHEAD.”

“Fear can’t be reasoned with. Neither can hate. They’re like love. They’re almost identical emotions. That’s why Ares and Aphrodite like each other. Their twin sons – Fear and Panic – were spawned from both war and love.”

“Like your zodiac sign?” Percy asked. “I’m a Leo.”
“No, stupid,” Leo said. “I’m a Leo. You’re a Percy.”

“Look, lady, we’re not going to go all Hunger Games on each other. Isn’t going to happen.”

Percy turned and sized up Jason’s tornado. “Nice outfit.”

“We could even provide entertainment. You could sing and I could, like, randomly burst into flames.”

“The rivalry ends here,” Percy said. “I love you, Wise Girl.”

“Not a word about the shirt,” he warned. “Not one word.”

Note to self: don’t leave boxes of magic grenades where dwarfs can find them.

“Atlantis?” Jason asked.
“That’s a myth,” Percy said.
“Uh…don’t we deal in myths?”
“No, I mean it’s a made up myth. Not, like, an actual true myth.”

He imagined the Fates up on Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL NOOB!

“Europa fell off and died along the way, but that’s not important.”
“It was probably important to her.”

I have become one with the plumbing.

It’s hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

Don’t feel bad, I’m usually about to die.

What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades’ underwear?

“Fine. A very cute little satyr boy.” Will shuddered. “But I delivered it. Have you ever delivered a baby?”

“Oh, come on!” Percy complained. “I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That’s not fair!”

“Secondhand poison can kill a person, you know.”

“Okay,” Percy said. Well, just don’t get knocked unconscious.“
“Shut up, Jackson.”

“How far is that in regular measurements?” Percy asked.
Frank rolled his eyes. “That is a regular measurement in Canada and the rest of the world. Only you Americans-”
“About five or six football fields,” Hazel interceded, feeding Arion a big chunk of gold.
Percy spread his hands. “That’s all you needed to say.”

Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. “You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”

“Do you have anything to declare?”
“Yes,” Percy said. “I declare that this is stupid.”

“Behold!” Percy shouted. “The god’s chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!”

Why can’t you place a blessing like that on us?“ I asked.
“It only works on wild animals.”
“So it would only affect Percy,” Annabeth reasoned.
“Hey!” I protested.

“We’ve got a dam hole.”

“I am a son of Apollo, you anemic loser.”

Now their only guide was an emaciated corpse lady with self esteem issues.

“Hercules, huh? Percy frowned. "That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn–there he is.”

“Though I am still sorry I won’t see you die.”
“I get that comment a lot,” Percy said.

“Hi, I’m Paul Blofis.”
Poseidon raised an eyebrow and then shook his hand.
“Blowfish, did you say?”
“Ah, no. Blofis, actually.”
“Oh, I see,” Poseidon said. “A shame. I quite like blowfish. I am Poseidon.”
“Poseidon? That’s an interesting name.”
“Yes, I like it. I’ve gone by other names, but I do prefer Poseidon.”
“Like the god of the sea.”
“Very much like that, yes”

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands
around my neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”

“That is exactly how people beat Chinese handcuffs. They turn into iguanas.“

"Scrawny?” Leo asked. “Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.”

“He’s hot,” Thalia muttered.
“He’s the sun god,” I said.
“That’s not what I meant.”

He opened his hand and the stone Leo had skipped flew out of the stream, right into Percy’s Palm.

It was almost enough to make me turn vegetarian, except for the pesky fact that I loved cheeseburgers.

“We’ll go together,” Annabeth decided, knowing this would be their final battle.

As they passed trough the waiting room, the statue of Hygeia was sitting on a bench, pouring acid on her face and singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” while her golden snake gnawed at her foot. The peaceful scene was almost enough to lift Leo’s spirits.

Yet the tune Apollo strummed was so melancholy, it broke Leo’s feels.

He put his finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”
“A god named Fred?”

I mean, Owl-head and Wise Girl are kind of lame insults.

“Well, it’s the only pig ball I have. So don’t ask for an encore.”

“Save yourselves!” Percy warned. “It is too late for us!”
Then he gasped and pointed to the spot where Frank was hiding. “Oh, no! Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!”
Nothing happened.
“I said,” Percy repeated, “Frank is turning into a crazy dolphin!”
Frank stumbled out of nowhere, making a big show of grabbing his throat. “Oh, no,” he said, like he was reading from a teleprompter. “I am turning into a crazy dolphin.”

"This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn’t judo-flip people.”

“The Hades cabin needs a head counselor. Have you seen the decor? It’s disgusting. I’ll have to remodel.”

“Right,” he said. “Whenever an engine malfunctions, I like to tap-dance around it. Works every time.”

I was wearing a suit. I hope someone got a picture, because I don’t wear suits.

Now, he couldn’t help thinking that Octavian looked like a watered-down, unhealthy version of Will Solace - like a photo that had been copied too many times.

“YEAH! WHO DIED? WHO CAME BACK? WHO’S YOUR FREAKIN’ SUPER SIZED McSHIZZLE NOW, BABY? Woooooooo!”

He didn’t want to spend the rest of his life looking like an extra from The Walking Dead.

“I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don’t know who made it, if it was the Fates or the gods or capital-G God or whatever. But it chugs along like it’s supposed to most of the time. Sure, little prices break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly…things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting.”

“Don’t break the vile of deadly poison. Man, glad you said that. Never would have occurred to me.”

Dive-bombing a volcano was NOT on Reyna’s bucket list.

“I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”

“For a long time,” Nico said, “I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know.” Percy looked at Nico. Then at Annabeth, as if to check that he’d heard correctly. Then back at Nico.
“You –”
“Yeah,” Nico said. “You’re a great person. But I’m over that. I’m happy for you guys.”
“You … so you mean –”
“Right.”
Annabeth’s grey eyes started to sparkle. She gave Nico a sideways smile.
“Wait,” Percy said. “So you mean –”
“Right,” Nico said again. “But it’s cool. We’re cool. I mean, I see now … you’re cute, but you’re not my type.”
“I’m not your type … Wait. So –”
“See you around, Percy,” Nico said. “Annabeth.”
She raised her hand for a high five.
Nico obliged.

Okay, maybe monsters kept coming back forever. But so did demigods. Generation after generation, Camp Half-Blood had endured.

"I can see the stars again, my lady.”

Leo had a weird memory of a middle hurtling toward him and screaming like a little girl…what the heck had that been about?

I’d never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that ever happened to her.

“Whaaaaa!” Nico flailed.

“Schist!”

Yes officer, that’s the girl that stole my heart! Sounded like a freaking country song.

“I think we have achieved idiot mode.”

“With great power, comes great need to take a nap.”

“Getting a second life is one thing. Making it a better life, that’s the trick.”

“Lady,” he said, “could you fold your flappers, please? You’re giving me a sunburn.”

“Stay dead. Stay away from us, or the grass gets it.”
“He’ll do it! He’s crazy!”

“Hooray,” Leo said halfheartedly. “I suppose that’s our poison.”

“I’m coming back for you, Calypso,” he said to the night wind, “I swear it on the River Styx.”

“If the statue engulfs people in fire, we should send Leo.”
“I love you too, man.”

Getting killed by Tartarus didn’t seem like much of an honor.

The waiter brought fresh-baked bread and cheese, a bottle of sparkling water for Annabeth, and a Coke with ice for me (because I’m a barbarian).

Hazel frowned. “What is a chicken nugget?”
“Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. “That’s right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—”

Percy had graduated to a totally different level of butt-kickery.

“That thing is really red,” Percy muttered. “I wonder if its cherry-flavored.”

“Until then, my friends, tell the sun and the stars hello for me.”

Or maybe because the visitors were smart and ran when they heard explosions.

It’s hard to pull off a romantic kiss when you’re both drenched in muck, but we have it our best shot.

“Go to the ridge-”
“And flash him!” Annabeth’s face reddened. “That came out wrong. But yeah, good idea.”

“You’re drowning them!” She complained.
“Hey, I’m a Poseidon kid,” he said. “I can’t drown. And neither can my pancakes.”

“I might kill my bro Jason.”
“Or I might kill my bro Percy.”

If Leo had gears and wires in his brain, they would have short-circuited.
Calypso pushed him away. “That didn’t happen.”
“Okay.” His voice sounded an octave higher than usual.

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.”

Percy pointed his pizza slice at Jason, “You, sir, are a ray of sunshine.”

“It’s so cute I’m going to cry!”

“You weren’t able to talk sense into him?”
“Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.”
“I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.”

“I am nice! I simple ooze niceness, Perry Johansson. Haven’t you noticed?”

“I’m pretty sure if I tried to sing, all I would cause is an avalanche.”

Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.

“I played dumb.”
“Was it hard?” Annabeth asked.

Dragon Frank veered to the left with Annabeth in one claw yelling, “Let’s get ‘em!” And Percy in the other screaming, “I hate flying!”

“Greeks!” Percy yelled. “Let’s, um, fight stuff!”
They yelled like banshees and charged.

“It’s him,” I said. “Typhon.”
I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like ‘No, that’s our huge friend Leroy! He’s going to help us!’

Then she did something so unexpected Nico would later think he dreamed it. She walked up to Nico, who was standing to one side in the shadows, as usual. She grabbed his hand and pulled him gently into the firelight. “We had one home,” she said. “Now we have two.”

“I’m going to be the flower boy at your wedding, right?”

Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.

Lost Track of Time pt. 2

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin

Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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One and Only pt. 3

Prompt: You need a little bit of T.L.C. after being shot on a mission and that includes a new roommate. You have a massive crush on him and he’s clueless.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,410

Warnings: none

A/N: big healthy dose of fluff. enjoy!

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Originally posted by your-kylie-me

“When was Natasha coming over?” Steve groaned, checking the bedside clock and blinking repeatedly.

“She’s not.” You shook your head, stretching out as much as you could without being overcome by pain.

“She’s not?” His brows furrowed as he yawned.

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My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”

“OK!”

Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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The Contest-Part 14

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

 Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the doctor finally came out to speak to Ryan.  “Emily did great.  We’ll need to keep her for a few days for observation since we had to do an emergency C-section, but she will be fine I think.”

“And the baby?” Ryan asked.

“Your son is fine.  Nice healthy set of lungs.  Emily is in post-op and the baby is getting checked out by the pediatrician.  You will be able to see them both shortly.”

“What are you naming him?” Jared asked.

“Dylan James.” Ryan told him.  There were tears in his eyes as he tried to hold it together.

We stayed with Ryan until he was allowed to go and see Emily.   I gave him my cell number and asked him to give it to Emily to call when she was feeling up to it.  Nikki and I hugged him and Jared shook his hand.  “Thanks for everything.” He said as he followed the nurse out of the room.

Jared was driving the three of us back to our apartments when Nikki spoke. “Why don’t you tweet something, Y/N?  Most of the crew follows you on Twitter, that way everyone will know whats going on.”  

Y/F/N  Y/L/N                                                                                                          @GeminigiraffeRN

Please join me in welcoming the newest member of the SPN family, Dylan James.  Mom Emily is doing great! We love you Em!

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You don’t own me part 11

Originally posted by flesss

Excerpt:

“We can do even better things then just kissing. Let us go to the bedroom”, your voice was hoarse. His eyes lit up.

“You lead the way, kitten.”

Word count: 1861

Warnings: Mostly fluff and mentions of sex. Nothing to worry about though :P

Author’s note: I can smell the end…maybe two more…hehehehehehe

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steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

His Heart - [BTS] Namjoon!Au

[A/N] My dimply googly bear deserves all the love.

What’s more annoying than a continuous door bell ring so early in the morning. It drawn you away from your laptop instantly.

But your hate dissipates as soon as you saw who it was. Purplish hair-do, and deep dimple, bringing his own laptop. “I found a few routes that you could take. It’s shorter in duration but you’ll have to walk two minutes across the street to a bus station. And when I googled it, it’s not a street, it’s a highway.”

He stepped into your apartment, “So I studied the other route and although it takes longer, you don’t have to jump three train line like the first route. This one will be a lot…” he pauses as you pulled his chin down for a chaste kiss, “…safe. And they put the price on the side.”

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Poorly written parallel

I tried hard to like episode 12x18. I really did. However, there are many things I cannot deny, no matter how much I still love Supernatural or how committed I am to shipping Destiel and being generally positive about stuff. The episode wasn’t good. It wasn’t even acceptably good, and I’m sorry if some people out there have liked it or found nice things to say about it. I applaud you if you found something to like about “The memory remains”. I wish it were that easy for me.

People wrote meta about the aliases used in the episode: Agents Stark and Martell. Of course the reference to Oberyn Martell, a bisexual character from Game of Thrones, was the first thing to come to mind, so the episode seemed promising.

The very first thing we saw about Dean in the episode was that he was still worried about Cas. Dean had been trying to find Cas and couldn’t be convinced that he’d be fine. It’s so unusual for Cas not to call Dean back that Dean’s even considered the possibility that Cas has been arrested or killed. Besides, Dean’s way ahead of Sam regarding how concerned he is about Castiel. When Sam finally said that it was time to find the angel, Dean confessed he’d already tried. Up until that point, everything seemed normal and in accordance to what’s been happening in previous episodes.

Consistent writing didn’t last long, though. I don’t want to sound mean, but Mr. John Bring didn’t do a good job of portraying Dean. It’s very obvious when people do their homework thoroughly and when people just do some kind of surface research. The fact that Sam is the smart guy who likes to do research and read books while eating healthy food and Dean is the ladies’ man who prefers to do women over research while eating meat or greasy food is something that Mr. Bring copied and pasted from many seasons ago when Dean hadn’t had any character development yet. I hate it when a character’s growth is set back simply because the writer couldn’t be bothered to watch the most recent seasons of the show. That was poor writing, no matter how much we might try to justify it.

Dean behaved like a douche in that diner. He wasn’t paying much attention to what Sam was saying; he seemed more interested in the waitress than in the case that took them to Wisconsin. I couldn’t help having a flashback to many seasons back. Then we were just told that Dean spent an “awesome” night of meaningless sex with the waitress (Carmen), and they didn’t interact after that.

Are you seriously telling me that the only woman who showed up in the episode, whose name we could barely hear, who had literally no lines (except for saying her name) was there SIMPLY TO BE DEAN’S ONE NIGHT STAND? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s stupid writing and I am not going to defend the jerk who came up with that unoriginal, ridiculous idea. Mary had meaningless sex with Mr. Ketch last week, and even their hook up provided more insight than what we were given about Dean and the waitress.

Dean is an almost 40-year old man who is allowed to have sex whenever he wants to. That’s true. He is free to do it just as much as Mary was. I don’t mind if we’re going to have Dean hooking up with random women, but at least that should be relevant to the story somehow. This random waitress, however, was totally expendable. Do this exercise, delete in your mind the scenes where she appeared. When you do that, is there anything missing in the story? Does anything change? Will it be useful in further episodes? At least Mary and Mr. Ketch’s sex scene added to the drama about the whole “Mr. Ketch, eliminate all American hunters” thing that we have going on. Carmen’s whole purpose in the episode was to show us that Dean still got it, that he can still be a macho man who gets the ladies. Repeat after me: That is poor, sloppy writing!

Don’t try to tell me that if Dean is bisexual it means he can be with women and with men whenever he wants to. I fucking know that! I AM BISEXUAL, for Chuck’s sake! I know what being bisexual feels like. I’ve known it all my life. It’s just that this isn’t real life; it’s TV. If the writer of the episode really intended to show that Dean is bisexual, he could have included the meaningless sex as well as a scene of Dean flirting with some random guy. But of course we’re not gonna get that! Of course we’ll only get Dean with a replaceable woman who has no substance or relevance in the story. OF COURSE!

You can tell me that the writer was trying to make a clear parallel between old Bishop and John Winchester. 
And maybe…. MAYBE you’re right. I’ll give you that.

PETE: Old man Bishop, he, uh, he had an eye for the ladies.

Before that line, we got the whole “different moms, same daddy”, which clearly reminded us that John Winchester had Dean and Sam but also had another child. (Hello, Adam!) It’s even more interesting to hear the guy say a line similar to the one that has forever been the Winchester motto: “Saving people, hunting things, the family business”. Compare that to the Bishop motto: “Hunting people, killing them. The family business.”

We know Dean learned to be the ladies’ man from his father. A lesson that he learned pretty well as we were painfully reminded in the episode thanks to Carmen. And here we have two Bishop sons: Pete (the one who wanted to do exactly what his father did) and Barry (the one who wanted to put a stop to it). So who’s Dean going to be? In this episode Dean was Pete. He behaved just like old John Winchester would have expected him to. Will he put a stop to it? Will he be like Barry? I don’t know and these writers fuck up so much sometimes that I don’t even want to speculate about it right now.

I got the parallel loud and clear. But I still think that it was poorly written. In the hands of a much talented writer, we could have gotten something ten times better. In moments like this, I miss Ben Edlund, Robbie Thompson, and even Jeremy Carver. The fact that I kind of understand why something was written doesn’t mean I have to approve of the way it was executed. At the end of the day, 12x18 was an episode that I wouldn’t recommend rewatching.

Goodbye Kisses pt 2

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 3.5 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 (final)

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (more fluff)

Summary: You woke up and Jin never wanted to let you go ever again. Your confidence in him skyrocketed and you thought nothing could ever make you doubt him again…

Word Count: 1866

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The sun rose, it’s light penetrating through the glass of the windows. The blinds were of no help in shielding you from the rays. You awoke in Jin’s arms which currently felt like they were going to suffocate you,

“Jin…Jinnie…yah…wake up…” You poked at his stomach hoping he would let you go from his rather tight embrace, “Jinnie…wake…up!” One harsh poke to his abdomen must’ve worked because he literally jumped in surprise, almost falling off the hospital bed. 

He sat up, his breathing was quick and heavy from the rush of adrenaline and looked around like he was confused. Then he looked back at you who also was sitting up at this point,

“J-Jagi? Jagi-ah…is…is that really you?” 

“Yes, Jin. It’s really me…” You were taken aback when Jin’s body suddenly collides with yours in a desperate hug. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as he cried in your arms. This was about the fifth time Jin had broken down ever since you woke up from your coma, and that was only yesterday. 

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Bts reaction to you thinking you were talking to your friend

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a very long time and really  I don’t have excuses. Sooo yeaah… I blame my laziness. Thank you all for waiting for me though. I really like you all. You’re so cute. I hope you enjoy this one.


Scene: here is the thing. When you’re talkikg to a friend and suddenly your friends stops walking because he or she sees something but you don’t notice and keep talking. We all had this once right? :p

Seokjin:
“No thats not it. Yeah the strawberry one was good but I really think we should take the carrot cake. So please let’s get the carrot cake” you begged and laid your head on her shoulder for extra persuading. But once your head didn’t reach her shoulder and you were sure she didn’t wear men perfume, you jumped away and lifted your eyes. You’ve got to be kidding me! You mentally facepalmed yourself. Kim Seokjin? Really? Of all the people, him? “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my friend. This looks so weird. I’m sorry.” You apologized over and over. “ It’s okay. I Figured.” Jin laughed and patted you on your shoulder. “I think you’re right though” you looked at him weirdly. “Right about what?” You responded. “The cake ofcourse. Carrot is the best. Please enjoy it! And eat a piece for me too.” You both laughed at this and you stuck your thump up. “Seokjin Fighting!” Was the last thing you said and ran over to your friend.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

“Uhm. What are you doing?” You heard a deep voice next to you. “Woaaa f/n! How do you do that??” “I’m not f/n?” You heard it again. Okay maybe you should see what is going on? “Oh my. You’re not my friend!” You said and held your hands infront of your mouth, shock written all over your face “well this is embarassing” you laughed and bowed in apology. “I’m sorry” “aaah it’s okay. You made waiting a little less boring’’ he smiled. You blushed at the sight. “’Didn’t you mistake a person once for your friend?’’ you asked him, hoping your cheeks would regain their color. ‘’No I have not’’ he immediatly answered, looking at you with a straight face. Taken aback with his quick answer, you clasped your hands together and stood up. “I.. I think.. I should go look for my friend. Stay healthy!’‘ ‘’I was just joking. Who did not mistake a stranger for their friend? People who tell you that are lying.’’ He laughed. ‘’I know exactly how you feel so don’t be embarrased and as I said earlier, you made waiting less boring.’’ You couldn’t help but blush again and smiled at the ground. ‘’Well I really think I should look for my friend. I will cheer you guys on and stay happy and healthy yeah? Bye bye!’’ you waved at him and before you turned around you caught a glimpse of his heartmelting smile. 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Hoseok:

‘’You know I hate that. I mean if people are looking at you I automatically say hi, but what pisses me off is that they turn their heads without a smile or something. Come on! you were looking at me first, just a slight smile is enough. You don’t have to greet me back if you don’t feel comfortable but a smile can, right?’’ You were ranting towards your friend about the frustration you felt at the subway this morning. ‘’Yeah I know I am not Korean but why stare? If you don’t want me to notice you staring, you actually should greet me first to make it seem like you weren’t staring.’’ You sighed. ‘’I totally, 100 % agree with you.’’ A man’s voice answered you back. Whippig your head to your side in confusing you made the discovery you have been ranting to a total stranger. You were already horrified, but once you recognized his features your eyes widened and a groan left your mouth. You faced the ceiling and literally facepalmed yourself. ‘’Aahaaa haha I am so sorry. I’m sorry you had to hear me rant about, you know. ‘’ You awkwardly laughed and apologized as you kept bowing in apology. ‘’No it’s okay. It was actually fun.’’ you looked at him confused. ‘’Fun?’’ you questioned. ‘’Aah I mean, it was refreshing, Most of the time the conversations are about me If I meet people but it was nice to hear a stranger rant.’’ He laughed while he had grabbed your hand and motioned for you to sit down. ‘’Well keep on going. I have to wait another fifteen minutes, so you can rant all you want until then.’’

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Namjoon:

‘’When you think about it, it is actually weird. In english you call a mandarin a mandarin and I mean the fruit. But Mandarin is also a language in China. Also here in Korea you have a lot of people with the last name Kim right. But where I come from Kim is not a last name but someone is actually called Kim. So I have been thinking what if a Kim is going to marry a Korean with the last name Kim? Would her full name be Kim Kim?’ That would be pretty funny.’’ you laughed, slapping your friend on her arm several times but you instantly stopped once you heard her laughing. well her would not be the right term. It would be a him. Looking up towards the source where the laugh was coming from, the wheels in your head started working when you realized you slapped Kim Namjoon’s arm. Several times might you add. Now since he seems strong you were sure it did not hurt him, heck you weren’t even hitting hard but still. If people had been filming this, this will be on the internet and people will assume you were hitting Namjoon for the wrong reasons. ‘’Well shit’’ you spoke loudly. Before you could apologize, he was already talking. ‘’Don’t you dare to apologize. I already figured it out you thought you were talking to someone else.’’ He chuckled  ‘’Why didn’t you say anything when you heard me talking.’’ You whined. He could have saved you the  embarrassment. ‘’At first I was going to tell you but once you started on the mandarin story I actually was thinking about it too and when you started with ‘Kim’ I couldn’t help but laugh to. I think it would be better if people first call her ladiesname and then her husbands.’’ He smiled. ‘’Yeah, thats a solution. eventhough it’s a bit funny, if you really love him you wouldn’t really care right?’’ You smiled aswell. Namjoon made you feel at ease and he laughed your embarrassment away.  ‘’It was nice meeting you. But I really think I should go. you know looking for my friend before she is going to report me as a missing person. Keep up the good work but don’t forget to take breaks. Army’s rather see you healty and happy and a bit less than seeing you guys everyday on tv, tired and injured.’’

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin:

You really really really wanted this book and since your friend needed a book for her essay she tacked along but once you stepped inside the store, you wanted to turn around and leave but unfortanutely for you, your friend stopped you and dragged you further inside. ‘’Can you let go please I’m bumping into a lot of people and they’re shooting me really really dark looks.’’ You complained as you once again winced when the girl you bumped into shot you a dirty look. ‘’I’m sorry but I really need this book for my essay and if we leave right now and come back in a couple of hours who knows if that book is still there. I am really sorry, I know you hate crowds, but I won’t leave your side, I will grab the book, pay for it and we will leave immediately after okay?’’She explained. ‘’’Fine but please hurry, I am already not feeling well.’’ you closed your eyes to try to calm down but when you felt your friends her hand leave yours, your eyes shot open, desperately looking for her again. ‘’Okay I am outta here.’’ turning around you tried to get to the entrance in the sea of people. Well a sea of women. ‘’I’m sorry can I get through?’’ you asked the girl who did not move an inch when you tried to get past her. ‘’No! You will have to wait till its your turn.’’ she snapped. ‘’My turn? No no no, I just want to get out of here. Get out of this freaking store?’’ You were already panicked and felt suffocated, but once this girl was just right out refusing to let you get past, plus that she was cursing at you under her breath, ticked you off. You really really wanted to get out of this store, because you already felt how your breathing became harder and people seemed to get closer and closer to you. Before you could scream, a hand circled your wrist and led you through the crowd. ‘’Seriously f/n.. You told me you wouldn’t let go of my hand.’’ you angrily spoke, letting your friend drag you out of the store since your vision was blurry from the tears. ‘’Sometimes I really don’t like you.’’ you confessed when the fresh air of outside hit your face. ‘’You don’t?’’ An unfamiliar voice asked. Your eyes traveled upwards and when they landed on his face everything seemed to click. Pointing a finger at him in understanding you said ‘’No shit this store was filled with people. Because you were there. Aaaah now I get it.’’ ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Jimin spoke softly. ‘’Sorry? No need to be sorry it’s not like you want people to follow you everywhere. it’s not your fault. Besides it’s my friends fault’’ you laughed. ‘’I just get like this in busy crowds. I just need a lot of space around me to feel comfortable.’’ You smiled at him and he gave you one in return. ‘’It’s okay, thank you for saving me.’’ you grinned while giving him a playful shove on his shoulder. 

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Taehyung:

‘’Aah love? You know I never have been in love right so I really can’t describe it to you but I think that if you look at that person and you can feel your heart melting, I think it feels like nice warm water sliding down your heart. I think thats when you know you’re in love. I mean I feel like this when I look at my dog. He is so cute I just… ughh!’’ You giggled. ‘’Yeah I know I know what you’re going to say loving your dog is different than loving a person but is it really? You would want your dog to be happy right? All you want to do is cuddle the fluffball and kiss it on the nose.  You would want your dog to be happy and comfortable eventhough you’re not comfortable as long as he is comfortable. You just can’t imagine leaving your dog behind without breaking your heart. Love is love.’’ Once you were done talking about love or well your dog, you did not expect this kind of reaction. Why was your friend clapping? Did she agree? That was not possible, she is always telling you that love for your pet is different than love for a man. So you looked at your friend to see your friend turned into a male. A cute male though. You kept looking at him, you could not look away for two reasons. reason 1: you told a stranger about your love for your dog. Fine maybe just a slight obession for your dog and reason number two was that he was very handsome and that you figured it out why he seemed familiar. ‘’Hi?’’ You greeted him hesitantly. ‘’Hello!’’ He greeted you back cheerfully, shaking your hand fast. ‘’I am Taehyung.’’ He smiled and let go of your hand. ‘’I think you are right. You want your dog to be happy and comfortable around you, you want to cuddle him allday long if you could. Shouldn’t that be with your favorite person too? Wanting her to be happy and comfortable around you. To kiss and cuddle her every chance you get? It makes sense. Totally makes sense.’’  

‘’Right? Right? That’s what I am telling her but she just doesn’t believe me. But I am happy I found someone who also thinks like that.’’ you smiled and laughed out of joy. ‘’Thank you Taehyung-shi. Thank you. You made my day.’’ This time he gave you his famous smile and patted your shoulder. ‘’ I should thank you. Now I know when I’m in love and thank you for keeping me company while I am waiting for my friend.’’ ‘’ I am waiting too. Do you want to see my cute dog?’’ You asked him, fishing your phone out of your pocket. ‘’Really? Can I? wait. you should see my cutie too.’’

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Jeongguk:

‘’No I tell you oversized shirts are the best. Skinny jeans and a oversized shirt on top are the best. And you can finish it very cooly with a leather jacket. You know I love to eat and If I were a tigh shirt and I know I am going to eat lots there is a chance that your tummy will stick out a bit if you ate to much. That’s not comfortable at all. So oversized shirts are the best. If I am wearin a tight shirt I really don’t feel comfortable and you know that. The first thing I do when I get home is get out of that shirt and slip on those comfortable loose fitting shirts. It feels nice and trendy at the same time so please stop convincing me. I know what I like. And know let’s go home we have been for over 2 hours already. I am getting tired and hungry. I know it’s weird that I don’t like shopping but I am more of a person who grabs what she needs, pays for it and leaves.’’ Just when you were about to link your arms together you felt her flinch and you hears a gasp. ‘’You don’t have to be angry just because I like oversized shirts.’’ 

‘’I agree with the oversized shirts but I don’t think I know you well enough to eat with you.’’  A soft male voice left her mouth. You raised one eyebrow in confusion so you turned your head to meet eyes with Jeon Jeongguk. ‘’I’m pretty sure I was walking next to my friend couple of minutes ago.’’ You told him, actually you told yourself that. He just smiled at you. ‘’I’m sorry I bored you with my story.’’ you laughed when the situation sunk in. ‘’And I’m sorry for disturbing your shopping. I really thought I was talking to my friend.’’ ‘’It’s fine. It happened to all of us once.’’ this time he chuckled and grinned at you. ‘’I should go back to my friend. Once again I am sorry. Enjoy your free time.’’ bowing at him, you turned around and made your way towards the store you passed by while talking to your ‘friend’. She must have been distracted by the pink shirt she saw in the window of the shop. ‘’Keep wearing oversized shirts!’’ Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your steps, turning around you saw him holding his thump up. you could not help but laugh as you held yours up too.

Originally posted by classybts

Get Well Soon (Edward Nygma x Reader x Oswald Cobblepot Fluff One-Shot)

Reader is sick and Edward and Oswald are taking care of her.

Gender of reader: Female

Set S2 when Oswald was residing in Edward’s home.

For @andyandnormski I hope you’ll like it <3 

Warnings: None, Fluff, Ed and Os taking care of you (though Oswald is a bit grumpy and an ass at first xD), Can be read as friendship or blooming romance 

Originally posted by kingsofgotham

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BOB’S BURGERS SENTENCE MEME.
  • “My heart just pooped it’s pants.”
  • “I have a photographic butt memory.”
  • “[ name ], if you believe you’re beautiful, you will be.”
  • “If you need me I’ll be down here on the floor. Dying.”
  • “You’re tongue feels so much more different than my cat’s.”
  • “I’ve eaten nine birthday cakes, and I still feel empty.”
  • “Is it possible to be in love with twenty-five people at once?”
  • “Here’s a bunch of numbers. They may look random, but they’re my phone number.”
  • “Cute? He’s the reason faces were invented! You idiot!”
  • “Your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it.”
  • “[ name ] doesn’t get drunk. He/She just has fun.”
  • “I like to play with a yo-yo so something comes back to me.”
  • “You’ve got to calm down. Let’s see your ‘everything’s ok’ face.”
  • “Don’t tell me not to dance, [ name ]!”
  • “I’m not hero. I put my bra on one boob at a time, just like everyone else.”
  • “Hey [ name ], I see you’re riding a bicycle. Do you know they call it a bicycle because bi means two? Speaking of two, there’s two of us. Wanna go on a date by the way?”
  • “Time for the charm bomb to explode.”
  • “I’m not afraid of ghosts. I’m not afraid of sharks. I’m not afraid of cancer. I’m just afraid of snakes. They really creep me out. Where are there arms and legs? IT’S NOT OKAY!
  • “So I’m being attacked by a zombie, and I start screaming, ‘do you wanna make out?’ And I make out with it.”
  • “Do you think horses get songs stuck in their heads?”

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Spirit Interview with Demon, Au
  • All interviews are voluntary, so everyone can get an idea of the entities that I work with. This is Au, a demon I work with that can be rather blunt, so forgive him, lol. He is also one of the unbounds I work with, and rather surprised me when he expressed interest in doing this. He gives off a very heavy energy, that almost feels like sludge or slime, which can be overwhelming if you a aren't used to it. I do get headaches from it sometimes if he pops out of nowhere. He is very nice to me, but has an intense temper and is quick to act (too quick sometimes).
  • Me: Hey, to start off with, what would you prefer to be called during the duration of this interview? You do not have to share your full name if you are not comfortable, and can use an initial if you like.
  • Au: Au is fine. (Its a shortened version of his name)
  • Me: You understand you do not have to answer any questions if you aren't comfortable sharing, and that this will be shared with others?
  • Au: Yes, continue
  • Me: K, what sort of entity are you?
  • Au: Why do you ask questions you know?
  • Me: Interview, remember?
  • Au: *grunt* Right. Demon, although there is no human word for my species.
  • Me: Is there anything special your species does?
  • Au: We are attracted to the lack of energy left in the death of life in all creatures and beings.
  • Me: Do you have a favorite way of communicating?
  • Au: Words.
  • I start laughing.
  • Au: What?
  • Me: Do you want me to describe your appearance or either of your forms?
  • Au: No.
  • Me: Can I describe the energy you put off?
  • Au: Fine.
  • Me: What attracted you to working with humans?
  • Au: I am not.
  • Me: I am human.
  • Au: You are different.
  • Me: How?
  • Au: You do not fear like others, and have a curiosity. You did not banish me or scream when I arrived the first night.
  • Me: How did you find me?
  • Au: I was nearby.
  • Me: Would you work with other humans in the future? Do you have an interest in that now?
  • Au: *grunts* I do not know. Unlikely.
  • Me: Has your impression of me changed over time.
  • Au: You are funny!
  • Me: You never think I am funny! (I think I rolled my eyes)
  • Au: You find me funny!
  • Me: You are funny sometimes! In what ways have you worked with me?
  • Au: I fortified your walls.
  • (He did add to my wards around my home and astral areas.)
  • Me: Do you get along with your family?
  • Au: I like this family. They don't all trust me but I like them.
  • Me: Thats adorable, although I meant do you have any other family?
  • Au: *thinks for a minute* I do not communicate with them.
  • Me: K, do you have favorite foods?
  • Au: I like that cow slice that you eat!
  • (Hes referring to steak, I think)
  • Me: Do you have anything you like bonding over?
  • Au: That tube you smoke that makes you laugh!
  • Me: My weed vape?
  • Au: Yes!
  • Me: Seriously? Alright. Um, what are your favorite colors?
  • Au: Brown and red.
  • Me: Favorite offering?
  • Au: Dying things.
  • Me: How did I know that was coming...
  • Au: *teethy grin*
  • Me: Whats your favorite donut?
  • Au: Whats that?
  • Me: A human pastry thats sweet and sometimes has frosting. And has different flavors.
  • Au: That sounds good. Do you eat those?
  • Me: Not really.
  • Au: Why?
  • Me: They aren't that healthy.
  • Au: But they sound like something you would like.
  • Me: I do like them, I just don't eat them.
  • Au: Then how am I to know what they taste like?
  • Me: Point taken. How long have you been working with me?
  • Au: You don't do my work.
  • Me: I meant how long have you been casually hanging around here?
  • Au: Oh. 8 months.
  • Me: This is starting to get long, we should stop for now. Would you do this again?
  • Au: Good, I have to leave soon. It would depend on the questions.
  • Me: Would you like to say goodbye?
  • Au: I am not leaving yet.
  • Me: To Tumblr!
  • Au: Goodbye?
  • Me: *laughs*
  • Anyway, hope you all like this, I'll post more in the next day or two!
Flower Child

Originally posted by saberghatz

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Flower Child

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “I absolutely love all your warren fics! I was hoping you could do a warren x reader where they’ve been best friends since childhood and one day warren just says ‘holy shit I’m in love with them’ moment but warren is scared because he doesn’t want to lose the reader’s friendship but the reader is in love with him too and feels the same way.” and “Um hi! I was wondering if you could write a request where the reader has a bad day and breaks down in front of Warren Worthington, and he comforts them and cuddles them and stuff until they calm down? Thank you so much both of your guys’ writing is amazing!”

Note: I, as previously stated several times, am a ho for soulmate au’s. Therefore, the following fic will be a soulmate fic, and will also probably end up much longer than I intended to write it. Also, let’s pretend you and Warren both live in the suburbs.

Warnings: Language

Seven days until your birthday. Seven days until your soulmate’s name would finally be etched onto your arm. Seven days. A week. God, you were scared. Terrified. And yes, you supposed his name could appear sooner, but it hadn’t yet, and unless his birthday occurred before yours, it wouldn’t happen.

You liked to imagine what he’d be like, but you always came up empty, or your thoughts wandered off to someone else. You shoved those images out of your head. No. Stop. You can’t keep dreaming of him, not when you know it’s not meant to be. It won’t be him.

There was a knock on your window. You turned around. Warren. A smile found your lips and you opened it up.

“Hey there,”

“Hey,” he crouched through the window. His large feathery wings were a tight fit. They always were. You chuckled, pulling him through. He stumbled forward, looking down at you. Warren was dressed in his all-black ensemble. It was hot.

When you and Warren went out in public, you got the weirdest looks. Not just because of his wings, but because he wore all black and leather jackets and Metallica shirts and you were completely the opposite. You were a flower child, left over from the seventies. A pastel fairy queen in a world full of neon. And Warren couldn’t get enough of it.

As for your powers, you controlled plants. Flowers bloomed at your touch and vines sprouted from seemingly nowhere. Because of it, your room looked more like a garden, what with vines and flower pots and small trees everywhere. It was a nice break, Warren decided. It was refreshing, his little oasis in a desert of pain.

“How are you holding up, flower child?” Warren took a seat on your bed. You sighed, managing a shrug.

“Not so well.”

“Nervous?”

“Terrified.” you nodded.

“Why?”

“You know why.” you held up your wrist before slumping onto your bed beside him. He looked at you with empathy, leaning back on his arms. His wings stretched up into the air. You smiled a little, captivated by their mesmerizing movement. Warren scooped you up in his muscular arms, pulling you to his chest. His wings wrapped around the both of you, a shield from the world.

“I have known you since we were five years old.” Warren whispered. You nodded, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto his skin. He held you tighter, shushing you gently. “You are a fantastic, amazing, beautiful person, and if your soulmate can’t see that, he or she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

“Thanks.” you sniffled. “I needed that.”

“I know.” he smirked. “You’re turning me into a softie. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you managed to laugh. Warren stared at the ceiling of your room. His heart raced as he finally acknowledged the thought that had been haunting him since the two of you were twelve. He was in love with you. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t a stage. He knew in his heart that if he wasn’t your soulmate, there was truly something wrong with the world. He might never be the same if he lost you.

***

You stood on the back lawn of the Worthington household six nights later. Tomorrow was your birthday and you were anything but ready. You looked up at the balcony outside Warren’s room. After mustering up the courage and wiping away most of your tears, you focused your energy on creating a sapling. The small tree emerged from the ground, one of the branches settling under your legs for support as it grew to the height of the balcony, becoming a large, healthy apple tree.

You hopped off of the branch and walked to the door, knocking a few times. It was late. Warren was asleep, you knew that much. There was rustling around, a small crash, a stumble, and finally the door opened, revealing a very sleep Warren. His wings were drooping, his eyes were half-closed, and his golden curls made a messy halo on his head. He was shirtless, and a pair of grey sweatpants hung loosely from his hips.

“Has that tree always been there?” he asked, pointing tiredly behind you. You shook your head before rushing into his arms. “Hey, hey, shhh, what’s wrong?” he held you tight, rubbing your back as your shoulders shook with sobs.

“I’m so scared.” you whispered, clinging to Warren as though if you let go of him for even a second he would vanish.

“It’s okay.” he spoke softly. “It’s gonna be fine. Whoever they are, your soulmate, they’ll love you. No matter what.” Warren didn’t let the pain he was feeling show. He was just as scared as you. He didn’t want to lose you. The thought of it made him sick to his stomach. You were the only thing in this damn world that made sense to him. You were the only thing worth protecting.

“What if…Warren…” you trailed off. You had no idea how to tell your best friend that you were in love with him on the night before you were supposed to find your soulmate.

“I know.” he nodded. One of his hands cupped your jaw. He pulled your face to his, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “I know.” he paused, taking a huge breath. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” you admitted. “But what if…”

“I know.” he stated, his eyes meeting yours. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I…I just I needed to see you before I know. You know?”

“I know.” He closed his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”

“So am I.”

***

You sat up in bed the next morning almost afraid to look at your forearm. You could feel it tingling as the letters etched themselves into your skin. Your heart raced. Finally mustering the courage, you looked at the newly-formed words. Written in your skin in his messy, messy handwriting was ‘Warren Worthington III’.

“HOLY SHIT!” you ripped the covers off of your bed and got dressed as fast as you could. “OH MY GOD!!!”

“You okay in there, hun?” your mother asked with a knowing smile. What she didn’t say was that Warren had been waiting downstairs for twenty minutes, your name written neatly on his arm.  

“Yep! I’ll be out in a second!” you promised. You put your hair up, pulled on your favorite outfit and raced down the stairs, crashing right into Warren and nearly knocking him over. He laughed, embracing you. He pulled up the sleeve of his leather jacket, showing you your name on his arm. You showed him his name on yours. He held it in disbelief, running his calloused fingers over the letters carefully. There were tears running down his cheeks. Tears of relief. He fell to his knees, unable to stand.

“It’s you.” you stated, kneeling in front of him. “It’s always been you.”

Your hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping at the tears. Warren smiled, pulling you into his arms, and for the first time, he finally pressed his lips to yours. It was a gentle kiss, sweet. His pink lips were so, so soft and warm and welcoming.

“I love you so, so much.” Warren pressed innumerable kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Happy birthday.”

***

Later, you sat on the hill outside of town watching the sunset. A silver pair of wings dangled around your neck on a chain. Your birthday present from Warren. You loved it more than you could describe.

“I feel like I always kind of knew.” Warren’s arms tightened around your waist. You leaned back into his chest.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he nodded. “You’re the only one that makes me feel like I’m not a freak.”

“You’re not a freak.” you stated. A smile tugged at your lips as you pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re an angel.”

“I love you, flower child.”

“I love you too.” you sighed, watching the oranges and pinks paint the sky like a dazzling mural. Warren leaned back against the tree, pulling you closer as his wings surrounded you.

“Has this tree always been here?”

“Nope.” you laughed. “No it hasn’t.”

“I feel like I’m gonna have to get used to that.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

Quinoa with Dried Cranberries, Apricots, Sunflower Seeds, Feta and Coriander in Honey-Lemon Vinaigrette

When I moved here in California, I already have a preconception of the eating lifestyle of people here. I knew that kale, quinoa, chia seeds, goji berries, green juice, vegan, organic, farmers market, farm-to-table, sustainable food, wine country, artisanal, avocado and bacon are a few of the stellar ingredients and terms and phrases Californians are accustomed to in their everyday lives.

One of the first places my husband took me to was Whole Foods Market where I was blown away with the natural, organic, wholesome and fresh selection and wide variety of gorgeous ingredients which most I haven’t seen in real life (I just knew  and saw ingredients like kale, quinoa, black truffles, etc. on television, but never met them in person <insert eyes rolling>) before. So I can honestly say that when I stepped inside Whole Foods Market I was culinary culture shocked.

I’ve been living here in Northern California for 3 years now and I have adjusted quite well in every aspect of life abroad and most specially in terms of gastronomy. I season my eggs and hash browns with black truffle salt, an avocado, an over-easy egg and buttered toast are my favorite breakfast choice, my kale, cannellini beans, tarragon and Spanish chorizo soup is the soup of my dreams. I am obsessed with micro greens, smoked salmon and scrambled eggs with white truffle oil is a go-to offering whenever I want to make my husband feel more loved in the morning, bacon is a staple in our fridge and we rarely run out of it, and Italian black rice and yes, (finally) Quinoa which I am very enthusiastic about to sort of replace white rice in my diet, now this is a big deal for me because I don’t know any Asian person (who grew up eating white rice 3 meals a day) who is willing to give up their rice for a fancy grain such as quinoa. Well, I certainly can’t completely eliminate white rice in my life but it is nice to have a more wholesome alternative.

This quinoa dish is wonderful as an entrée, a mid-afternoon snack or a nice filling meal on its own. This dish keeps for 3 days in the fridge and what I did was I portioned it and placed each portion in decent size microwavable containers for easy warming up to pacify sudden hunger for whatever time of the day or night.

Ingredients:

1 cup uncooked organic quinoa

2 cups warm chicken stock  (or vegetable stock to make this vegetarian/vegan)

Juice of 1 whole medium-size lemon

½ cup dried cranberries

½ cup chopped dried apricots (about 8-10whole apricots)

1/3 cup shelled sunflower seeds (or pine nuts would be delicious too)

Crumbled feta cheese (optional, or vegan cheese) to sprinkle on top

Handful of coriander (chopped) to sprinkle on top

Honey-Lemon Vinaigrette:

¼ cup lemon juice

2 Tablespoons honey

1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil

Salt and pepper to taste

Procedure:

Place quinoa in a fine mesh sieve and rinse thoroughly under running cold water from a tap. Put quinoa in a medium casserole pot or 3-qt. Dutch oven and add chicken or vegetable stock and lemon juice. Cook over medium heat, once the liquid starts boiling, immediately turn down heat to low, put the lid on the pot and cook for 20-25 minutes or until the grains are tender. Fluff gently with a fork and transfer to a mixing bowl.

Add all the dried fruits and nut to the cooked quinoa and dress with the vinaigrette. Season with salt and cracked black pepper. Sprinkle with crumbled feta and chopped or torn coriander.

Best served warm.

Makes 3-4 servings

From Father to Son Pt. 1

Being a father is difficult. I have only ever wanted the best for my son, Tyler. The problem is, he just won’t listen to me. He defies me every chance he gets. Just like every other 17 year old, he just thinks he knows everything. In fact, we had just had an argument over another one of his foolish decisions and he stormed off to his bedroom. I just don’t know what to do with him anymore. I guess, worst case scenario, he turns 18 in two months…then he won’t be my problem anymore. I was so frustrated, I am just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

It happened when I was in the shower. I was letting the warm water run down my chest when my vision began to blur. I braced myself against the wall, when I began feeling nauseous. I blinked a few times and then, all of the sudden, I was laying on the floor. Nausea gone. Vision fine. But something was wrong. I was laying on carpet….last I checked, theres no carpet in my shower. When I sat up and looked around, I noticed I was in Tyler’s room. How did I even get here? I could hear the shower still running two rooms over. I was about to head back to my bedroom, but then I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing.

A Nike shirt and jeans? I was wearing exactly what Tyler was wearing, when we were arguing. Why would I be wearing his clothes? They shouldn’t even fit my larger body. I needed to find Tyler. I walked out of the bedroom, then I saw it. I saw my reflection in the hallway mirror. Except, it wasn’t my reflection….it was Tyler’s! I ran back into Tyler’s room and slammed the door shut. Breathing heavily, I started to catch on. I looked down. The reason Tyler’s clothes fit me, is because I was no longer in my larger body. I was in Tyler’s slim athletic body. Holy Shit. How did this even happen?? I had switched bodies with my son. I cautiously put my (his?) hands on the chest I now possessed. It was’t quite as large, but much more firm. And these arms, also firm. I didn’t realize Tyler was in such good shape. I went into his bathroom and looked in the mirror. Damn, I raised a pretty good looking son. I smiled and rubbed my face. Without even thinking, I took of the shirt Tyler was wearing when we swapped. I gotta say, his body is pretty nice. Everything from his shoulders to the v-lines on his hips.

I cupped my pec with my hand, then slid my hand down to my new belly button. So smooth. I always envied guys with smooth chests. Mine was so harry. I went lower and unbuttoned the jeans. Then I stopped. What was I doing?? This is my son! I can’t just strip him. Aren’t there laws against that kind of thing? Then the guilt quickly passed…..technically I am stripping myself….I mean I am currently in control. This is probably some sick dream anyway. I dropped the jeans to the floor. I was wearing a pair of black under armour underwear. I slid my finger across the waistline. Still feeling the guilt I didn’t look right away. But I could see the bulge. A very healthy bulge. I cupped it with my hand. I could feel it getting hard, the moment I touched it. I gave off a brief moan. I forgot what is was like being this young and hormonal. And hearing Tyler’s voice made it more erotic.

I slid my hand in, passing his neatly trimmed pubes, and grabbed ahold of my borrowed dick. It felt amazing. I dropped the underwear, so I could get a better look. How in the hell is his dick bigger than mine?! Not much bigger. But bigger none the less. I slid my finger along the shaft, letting out another moan. I began stroking it. I kept sliding my hand along my new equipment. Going faster and faster, until I blew my load in the bathroom sink. I haven came like that in years! I saw down on the edge of the bath tub. Sweating and panting. Thats when I saw my body in the door way.

“Just moving right in, aren’t you?” I heard my voice say.

“Tyler?!” I shouted. I didn’t even know what to say.

“For future reference, theres lube in the drawer to your left” He said with a smile.

“Tyler, I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just woke up like this, I shouldn’t have touched your-”

“Don’t even worry about it dad. I have jercked off twice already.”

“What?!” I shouted. Then remembered that he caught me with his dick in my hands. “I guess you would have woken up in the shower….How was it?” I asked, while pulling the underwear back on.

“Better than I expected actually. You have a pretty nice tool.” Tyler cupped my former crotch.

“Thanks, your’s is pretty nice too. Wait! Why would you be expecting to jerk off in my body??”

“Because I was the one that switched us. I figured you would have guessed that by now. You seem so hell bent on controlling my life, so I am letting you control it. While I get to be the adult.”

“So you are giving me your body?” I asked.

“Yep, for now at least. So do what you want. Jerk off again, go screw some girls….or guys. Whatever. I am going to go do the same.” With that, he walked out of the room. I was stunned. Why would he give me his youthful body? Then, I stopped caring about the why. I get to do whatever I want! But first I thought, I reached into the drawer next to me and grabbed the lube. I smiled, and pulled my new dick back out.