i can't possibly imagine what but ... yeah it's there if you need it

anonymous asked:

Ziam is really truly honestly not together in this day and age and it's absolutely killing me that I can't say or do anything as to how and why I know. You know how some people have that solid information on Larry (first hand experience/legal documents/BTS knowledge)? I have the same on Ziam. Don't get me wrong, I think the idea is totally cute and I've read more Ziam fic than you can imagine Also I'm convinced they've got each other off on more than 1 occasion. But yeah- not currently together

Thanks, Ned. 

Do you know why it took me so long to look into Ziam? It’s because I live by a simple philosophy…

And I’d been whole-assin Larry for over a year by the time I figured out that people weren’t kidding about Ziam. 

The difficult thing about looking into Ziam as a Larrie is that you’re like, “How…what…how could I have been so blind?” Because Ziam was just there existing in the foreground of all the key Larry moments and when you get dickslapped by their matching tattoos, their very public declarations of love, and realness, it’s not nice. There was literally a point where I was like, “Holy fucking shit,” because, IF AT ALL POSSIBLE, there is more Ziam proof than Larry proof. 

“But Larry have matching tattoos!”

“Harry said that he and Louis were dating!”

“Louis danced with Harry!”

“Louis kissed Harry!”

“The thirst with Larry is real.”

Honestly, this photo was the first time I was like, “Hold up. Maybe these bros aren’t just bro-ing…”


Honestly…I don’t know what’s going on with Ziam right this second any more than I know what the hell is going on with my most problematic fave Louis. And I don’t like guessing. I will happily take facts and information that’s in front of me and deduce from it what I will, but it’s going to take a lot hell more than a shady anon to convince me of anything. 

I wrote this mostly just to be like, “OPEN YOUR EYES AMERICA” than to argue with this ask because it honestly seems like it was built on a foundation of sand. Also I’m not comparing it with Larry to negate anything Louis and Harry did, rather to be like, “You think these fools are extra…just YOU WAIT. YOU THOUGHT THO!” Which is why I think we need to take a moment to appreciate the captain of the ships…

Smh…fifth wheel af for seven years now. 

Same, Noll. Same. 

If y’all want more Ziam posts, I warn you it’s a very inconvenient truth, go here: http://sexatoxbridge.tumblr.com/tagged/sao_ziam

anonymous asked:

okay what if for UF!Grillby, their fem!so comes into the bar with a human guy while it's busy (so he can't come over right away since he's serving food/drinks) but he can see they're sitting at a booth and they look very happy together. she's laughing at a story he's telling and he gets so jealous he finally gets so mad and goes over and gets aggressive or something but it turns out the guy is her cousin she was best friends with when she was a little girl GOD GIMME the Grillby's reaction plz <3

UF!Grillby– Jumping to Conclusions.

He can’t stop staring, though his heated glare isn’t that noticeable thanks to the fog of his glasses.  

As soon as you had walked through the door with that human male, smiling so casually and laughing at what was inevitably some stupid joke he must have made, Grillby had felt his flames begin to roil with pricks of jealousy.  Unfortunately, his bar was packed, so he couldn’t waltz over there immediately to size up the possible competition for your affections/introduce himself as your significant other, so he was forced to work while his attention constantly wandered over to you.  The lithe of your laughter caused him to hear an order wrong.  The way you reached out and touched the male’s arm caused him to mix a drink incorrectly–though one sharp glance toward the unfortunate patron was all it took to silence the complaints entirely.  

These mistakes were unprecedented.  Being this distracted was effecting productivity, and that was entirely unacceptable.

You needed to learn this now, and so did the strange male keeping you company.

After setting down a tray with much more force than necessary–enough to cause all the regulars seated at the bar to jerk and shift backward, fearful of the flamesman’s ire, Grillby crossed the floor toward you with quick, confident strides.  Both you and your companion turned toward him before he reached the side of the table, so it was safe to assume that his anger had physically heated his flames.  In fact, most of the patrons were starting to feel that it was a bit stuffy in the bar now.

He stopped right beside you, his gaze shifting between you and the male.  As he sized up the human, he scoffed, though the sound came out as a mere crackle of flame.  You turn that same bright smile you were using on the human toward Grillby, and he bristles with jealousy.  "Grillbz!  Hey!  I was wondering when you were going to have time to come over here,“ you greet, and your companion looks between you and the fire elemental with raised brows.

“Woah, you know the owner?”

“Well, yeah.  Actually, he–”

Grillby cuts you off.  “She’s… mine.” His voice is a low growl buried beneath the loud crack and pop of fire, and the white-hot line that splits his face as he speaks is sharp and jagged.  He rests a fiery hand on your shoulder, staking his claim, and his fingers slide up the side of your neck.  You can feel the heat in his touch, toeing the line between pleasant and uncomfortable.  His flames never burn you, but their temperature does tend to increase depending on emotions.  And right now, he’s both pissed and angry.  “I’m her.. mate.”  

You usually just referred to him as your fireman, which never failed to get a chuckle out of him.  Mate wasn’t a term he tossed around often, and it had you giving him a strange stare.  

Your companion is wearing an expression of both surprise and curiosity.  "Seriously?  This is the monster you’re dating?  That’s pretty cool!“  He turns toward the purple flamesman and extends a hand, gives his name.

Grillby refuses to take the hand, but he does slam a palm down on the table instead, leaning in close toward the male’s face.  “What… are you to her?”  He questions, biting off the words.  The crackling distortion has become louder.

"Uh.. I’m her cousin..?”

Grillby pauses, staring at the male’s confused expression before slowly straightening.  He looks at you, and you can read the question simply from the tilt of his head.  He’s not the most verbal of monsters, after all, so you’ve learned to pick up on his body language.  "He’s family, Grillbz,“ you explain, recognizing his jealousy.  He always has been on the possessive side of things. 


Instantly, you feel the area around you begin to cool.  Grillby’s fingers curl into the collar of your shirt, and he looks like he wants to say something.. but instead, his silence is only punctuated by a few crackles of flame.  Their purple hue seems brighter now, perhaps a bit lighter around his features, and he suddenly lets his arm drop back to his side.  

He doesn’t say anything more about the subject.  Instead, he murmurs, ”…gotta get back to work…“ and turns on his heel to continue working as if nothing incredibly awkward had just transpired.  

He still double-charges your cousin for his drinks.  

prettyphobia  asked:

Do you think it's possible the writers will bring back cas in a female vessel right away and that's how we'll get deans proclamations of love and the kiss we've all been waiting for then? Or do you think we will get what we all hope for with "our cas" and dean.

Originally posted by oliverbmthlml

Lol, no but seriously…. no.

Noone would stand for it.

That would piss off the antis cos they don’t like the character CAS as well as Misha so meh they’d still be pissed and it would ROYALLY piss off all the shippers and for the GA / the main audience and non - audience it make the CW seen as so homophobic it would be a PR DISASTER, can you IMAGINE?!!!

I mean, small, 1% chance they might make AU Cas female or something just to show the UST and make it blatant for the GA, but we will eventually get Misha Cas back and the UST / love will REMAIN and it will just be more obvious.

Look, I say Destiel is endgame, and I do utterly believe this. Do I think we will for sure get even a kiss let alone a roll in the hay? THAT I’m not sure of, it depends what the actors are comfortable with ON SCREEN cos don’t even get me started on Cockles, but also the network etc etc they may not want to show this on screen. 

Lesbians is fine, its a fetish but guys kissing? Eww. Don’t even…. man I could write for hours on that but that is unfortunately the case for so many people, I literally just shouted about this to my family this weekend so I’m still sore about it, sorry.

So yeah, do I think we will know it is romantic by endgame? 99% sure.  Do I think we will see them actually kiss? Only 80% sure. Do I think we will see a modest sex scene? Well I HOPE SO to freaking make the point that it can be beautiful and not fetishised or “gross”, but my hopes go down to like 20% tbh.

So… yeah. Sorry I’m usually pretty positive on my blog because I write about the narrative and how well it is written, but when it comes to the production side, I think there is only so far Dabb can go and man do we NEED it for not just representation but to make true on the story, but could you imagine…. I’ve talked to a few people recently about what a HUGE DEAL Destiel could be when it is made canon.


This could be life changing for so many people as well as taught in cinema / writing courses for decades to come as an example of the longest and best written love story ever told as well as a personal growth story, a story about faith and trust and love… it is AMAZING and if it DOESN’T happen it literally is so WASTED an opportunity I can’t even comprehend it.

The fact that it has been overlooked by so many precisely because it is M/M is also brilliant in how they can now turn this around, it’s literally a metaphor for real life queer couples who get mistaken for siblings or whatever all the time…

It’s such an opportunity to show that LOVE is LOVE and how well it fits with their individual personal growth stories, it doesn’t FIX their own stories but leads them to be the best them that they can be, this is the point of any romance… and for real life at the moment it is PERFECT, it is PERFECTLY timed where people need this kind of story, not even just the queer community but anyone who feels alone, rejected, to see how Family don’t end in Blood and LOVE IS LOVE.

I mean literally…. this is such an opportunity for the network, the writers, the actors, the showrunner, the producers to show how inclusive and progressive they are, to show the guys ridiculously good acting skills, that casual viewers on rewatching will pick up on all the UST from seasons 4-5 then the growth from UST to CARING to LOVE, to show the amazing writing skills at starting, continuing and tieing off this so subtle love story that so many didn’t see it until season 12/13 when it will be more obvious…

It could be a PR GOLD MINE for the CW and everyone involved… I so hope and I can't believe they would waste it after building it so much in s12…

anonymous asked:

There's such an importance on successful missions as it's what their villages' economy depends on. What do they do if they can't fulfill the request? Can't find a lost pet does the owner gets a refund? If things are so peace full and they don't want their economy taking a dive, they'll have to be willing to make a mission out of almost anything and charge a good amount for it. Meaning they could potentially be taking a good deal of jobs away from civilian people. What do you think?

This is such a great question. I’m really wrestling with this subject in one of my fanfics (good, satisfying wrestling, don’t get me wrong).

The mission-based economy is at the heart of what’s wrong with the shinobi system. Why?

1. The most coherent historical narrative for the Narutoverse is that society pre-the Founders was basically uncentralized, with daimyo (daimyo literally means a great land owner) “ruling” but not really doing much for the common people. Therefore there was no real sense of patriotism or nationalism–everything was very clan-centric. The clan and its continuance was the priority over individual lives. In this landscape, some people over time developed the ability to mold chakra better and better. They started out little better than ordinary soldiers in the real world, taking jobs for hire (mercenaries) but by the Founders Era, shinobi had become so much more powerful than civilians (especially with ninjutsu) that even children were able to be effective soldiers. The power breakthroughs started coming faster and faster, amping up the arms race and resulting in unprecedented bloodshed, which led Hashirama et alia to seek a better way.

2. The founding of the village replaced the clan with the village in people’s priorities, and encouraged more people to work together. A good first step, honestly. Hashirama also tried to distribute the tailed beasts in an attempt to make power balanced to discourage war–also an understandable step. But the problem was that this was still very much a mercenary society. They were still continuing the pre-villages mentality of work for hire; they didn’t question the role of the daimyos and the civilian power structures.

3. This is a big problem, something that was made glaringly obvious in the very beginning with the Land of Waves mission: ninja abilities were made available only to those who had the ability to pay; and in this new world of chakra-based abilities (and taijutsu mastery), civilians were totally defenceless against even genin-level ninja. What’s more, missing-nin, under constant pursuit by their old villages, were definitely willing to take any mission, no matter how low. So this forces poor civilians who need help to either roll over and die, or to lie and pray that low level ninja can help them–often just resulting in the ninja dying.

4. Obviously, this is not going to do the image of shinobi much good amongst civilians, especially since shinobi culture has been attempting to cope with the trauma through emotional suppression and dehumanization of both themselves and their opponents. Shinobi are killers for hire, living tools–the shinobi culture and the civilian culture are going to mirror this back and forth at each other.

5. So to reform the shinobi system and make an actually peaceful society–not just one where the kage-led villages aren’t fighting wars with each other–there inherently needs to be an end to missions. In particular because the non-combat applications of chakra molded skills are limitless, if you have even a tiny amount of imagination. A really just and prosperous society that is peaceful isn’t one that says to a man who was robbed of everything he owned, forced off his land, and had his family killed by a missing-nin, “fuck you, pay me, that’ll be an A-rank, half in advance”. Yeah I’ll get all Spiderman on your butt and say that with great power comes great responsibility.

6. So it only makes sense then for shinobi to be directly financed by the state in order to assist in both common good projects (eg imagine all the infrastructure wood release can do) and helping those who cannot currently afford what they need (especially after constant war which is at least partly your fault, ninja).

7. The daimyo have to go. The series can only offer up a feeble “they preserve social order by giving out ribbons after we all die” from Genma of all people in their defence. I’m not saying they’re going to the guillotine, but c’mon, feudalism? Really? No.

8. Ultimately, and this would actually be quite tricky, there would need to be some kind of democratic system in which shinobi voluntarily ceded a share of power and decision making to non-shinobi. Basically we’ve inadvertently got a weird X-men thing going on here, only worse. It’s X-men if regular human beings didn’t have guns or tanks or airplanes or any of that. Completely defenceless.

9. Super duper ultimately, because I’m too tired to rephrase the previous number, you’d need a really strong moral sense to become rampant, because otherwise “but why don’t we just enslave all these civilians and live like kings” is, like, a possibility, especially since in the past the villages seemed to have very much taken a “mind your own business” approach to atrocities going on in other nations.

Land of Water committing genocide against bloodline limit bearers?

Originally posted by desingyouruniverse

Hanzo running dictatorship and brutally suppressing revolution?

Originally posted by plumkat

Ame’s new leadership kills not only Hanzo but everyone associated with him, including children?

Originally posted by jay-quest

You get the picture. The Narutoverse is very much not a society where anyone ever seems to say “heyyyyyy… maybe we should… do something… about that…” Probably because of that whole “let’s systematically kill our human emotions to cope with killing for money” thing.

Anyway this would be a nice thing for Naruto to change.

Originally posted by wearecryingdreamers

Or not.

What went down in Antibug
  • Chloé: ok so imma be the most bourgeois person ever
  • Chloé: hey, maybe that's why that's my last name!
  • Chloé: huzzah for subtle social commentary
  • Vanisher: hey so you know those shoes you hate?
  • Chloé: yeah?
  • Vanisher: bye bye shoes
  • Chloé: NOOOOOOOO
  • Vanisher: and you know that photo of yourself that you kiss every night before going to bed?
  • Chloé: if you so much as breathe on that I will end you
  • Vanisher: ok maybe I shouldn't have gone there
  • Chloé: yeah stick to stealing shoes
  • Vanisher: ok can do
  • Vanisher: bye bye other shoes
  • Chloé: NOOOOOOOO
  • Ms. Bustier: hey so if Chloé's being haunted by some kind of magical ghost or unicorn or something, does that mean she won't be in class
  • Chloé: nice try, you can't get rid of me that easily
  • Ms. Bustier: dangit
  • Ms. Bustier: did your ghost/unicorn thing at least not follow you to class
  • Chloé: no she defs did
  • Vanisher: *does nothing whatsoever*
  • Chloé: um Vanisher can you do something?
  • Chloé: they're not gonna believe me otherwise
  • Vanisher: *suddenly does nothing at all*
  • Chloé: dangit you're cleverer than I thought
  • Vanisher: *punches Chloé in the face*
  • Chloé: AAAAAAAA
  • Vanisher: haha gotcha sucker
  • Tikki: um Marinette, should we do something?
  • Marinette: nah, she's just bothering Chloé so no biggie
  • Marinette: it's not like she's planning to use her invisibility to overthrow the mayor and take over Paris and eventually become ruler of the entire world
  • Vanisher: ooh good idea!
  • Marinette: dangit I thought I was gonna have a day off
  • Ladybug: so Chloé, pls explain in a few simple words what's going on
  • Ladybug: so Butler Guy, pls explain in a few simple words what's going on
  • Butler Guy: Chloé impersonated you in an interview and Sabrina botched it and got akumatized and I was Big Mustachio
  • Chat Noir: what was that last part?
  • Butler Guy: Sabrina botched it and got akumatized
  • Chat Noir: no, the part about Big Mustachio
  • Ladybug: wait, Chloé impersonated me?
  • Butler Guy: it's simple, me + beaglepuss = Big Mustachio
  • Chat Noir: do people actually say that name out loud or
  • Ladybug: this really isn't relevant
  • Chat Noir: no but it's hilarious
  • Ladybug: so anyway let's go find Vanisher
  • Vanisher: HEY GUYS
  • Ladybug: or maybe she can find us
  • Vanisher: that's the more likely possibility
  • Ladybug: so if you're the main villain then why was this episode called Antibug
  • Vanisher: I thought it was called Vanisher
  • Ladybug: nope sorry
  • Vanisher: wow, Hawkmoth is such a double-crossing jerk!
  • Vanisher: so I don't even get my own episode?
  • Vanisher: I have to play second fiddle to somebody?
  • Ladybug: yeah, to Chloé probably
  • Vanisher: excuse me while I go end Hawkmoth
  • Hawkmoth: and, deakumatized!
  • Sabrina: dangit
  • Ladybug: now I'd better go antagonize Chloé
  • Ladybug: *antagonizes Chloé*
  • Chloé: wait so I get to be a villain AND overshadow Sabrina's only akumatization?
  • Chloé: *transforms*
  • Chat Noir: oh noes
  • Ladybug: oh yesses
  • Ladybug: I have been waiting to wreck akuma Chloé for so long now
  • Chat Noir: but you're about to detransform
  • Ladybug: welp have fun fighting her
  • Antibug: bring it cat boy
  • Chat Noir: I didn't ask for this
  • Antibug: *wrecks him*
  • Marinette: wow I expected him to last a little longer than that
  • Marinette: ummmmmmmm
  • Marinette: so what do I do now
  • Marinette: is that a threat?!
  • Tikki: no, I was just describing Chat Noir's predicament
  • Marinette: right
  • Marinette: here have some cookies
  • Tikki: coolio
  • Antibug: so anyway Chat Noir, why shouldn't I kill you?
  • Chat Noir: bc you need to get my Miraculous?
  • Antibug: oh right thanks, imma get that first
  • Chat Noir: why do I open my mouth
  • Ladybug: I am here at a convenient time!
  • Antibug: no way is this plot that convenient for you, lemme check
  • Ladybug: psych, I'm not here at all!
  • Antibug: dammit
  • Chat Noir: and I got away
  • Ladybug: and now I'm actually here
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • Antibug: anti charm!
  • *marbles happen*
  • *giant freaking anime sword happens*
  • Ladybug: why are you laughing?
  • Chat Noir: bc it's hilarious
  • Chat Noir: do you see that giant freaking sword
  • Chat Noir: and then you're supposed to beat that with marbles or something
  • Chat Noir: you have the suckiest superpower imaginable
  • Ladybug: this isn't good for my morale, you know
  • Chat Noir: sorry
  • Ladybug: *beats the giant freaking anime sword using marbles*
  • Chat Noir: WHAT
  • Jacques the Pigeon: did you just throw a sword at me
  • Ladybug: sorry
  • Antibug: anyway now imma defeat you guys
  • Antibug: *is defeated*
  • Antibug: oops
  • Antibug: bye guys
  • Chat Noir: we're a team, right?
  • Ladybug: *walks by Chat Noir in slow motion to dramatic music*
  • Chat Noir: how are you doing that
  • Extreme Close-Up shots: *happen*
  • Chat Noir: what is this even
  • Ladybug: I don't know, it's hella awkward

anonymous asked:

If nothing like this has been request. Stiles request. Reader is related to Scott it has a huge thing for Stiles. They know though the way he looks at Lydia and then.. another girl. She seems upset and Scott wants to help but she can't tell him she likes Stiles. She pretty much runs away and she packed stuff in her bag and needed a break. But she sees a certain jeep and runs into Stiles.

Originally posted by stvlinski

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What I like and dislike about each type
  • Warning: I'm very straightforward with this and aim to be as honest as possible. Also, these are my own perceptions and may not be prominent in all individuals of the type so take it with a grain of salt. With that said, you're always free to send anonymous hate mail in my ask box if you're not happy.
  • What I like about ISTPs: You're too cool. How do you do that nonchalant "I'm effortlessly good at everything" -attitude floating around you? You're also so quick to act in sudden situations, your reflexes are excellent.
  • What I dislike about ISTPs: You do care about things so stop pretending you don't. You fool no one and it's embarrassing to watch. Showing some sentiment doesn't equal being weak, everyone else gets that so why don't you?
  • What I like about ESTPs: How do you notice everything? Of all the types, you're possibly the most observant and objective about your observations. I admire your straightforward way of communicating.
  • What I dislike about ESTPs: You're too competitive. For fuck's sake, it's only a game. Grow up and stop throwing temper tantrums whenever someone's better than you at something.
  • What I like about INTPs: How can you know so much about everything? You're like an information sponge who can glance at an issue and take in the most vital parts in two seconds and then move on to something else that's interesting.
  • What I dislike about INTPs: Your passive and cynical attitude towards life borders ridiculous. You don't get to spend your life putting absolutely zero effort into your ambitions and then mope about how your life is wasting away. It doesn't work that way so grow up and start taking some initiative.
  • What I like about ENTPs: You're ridiculously good at brainstorming. If I run into a wall with something, you guys are the people I'd ask for help in order to find a solution outside the box.
  • What I dislike about ENTPs: Learn how to filter your speech at times. Yeah, freedom of speech and all but it doesn't mean you have to pay absolutely zero attention to what you let out of your big mouth. Some jokes are just in bad taste.
  • What I like about INFPs: You're imaginative and mentally very strong. You have no issue to stand up for something you believe in and God help the person who's in your way of setting things right.
  • What I dislike about INFPs: Everyone is not targeting you in particular and criticism is not always voiced solely for the purpose of offending you. Learn not to take everything so damn personally.
  • What I like about ENFPs: You're so much fun to be around. How can your humor be so out there yet spot on? A social gathering without an ENFP is like a bath without bubbles.
  • What I dislike about ENFPs: Pick up after yourself every now and then. I know mess doesn't probably bother you as much as many other types but it's a part of common courtesy not to leave your stuff around for everyone else to clean. It's disgusting.
  • What I like about ISFPs: You're genuinely a warm and interesting person to be around. Your shyness mixed with your observant nature and thirst for new experiences is very charming.
  • What I dislike about ISFPs: Stop being such a doormat. You have a tendency for self-sacrifice, doing things you don't want to do for people who really don't want or need you to do it for them and then wallow in how much you don't want to do it. This is not the Bible and you're not a martyr so grow a backbone.
  • What I like about ESFPs: You're so set on enjoying life to the fullest. How can you turn everything into a fun experience like that? You're so observant and know how to have fun.
  • What I dislike about ESFPs: Learn the meaning of personal space. I know you're genuinely interested in people but if they wish to be left alone, respect that. Plus, don't get so touchy if someone doesn't want to spend time with you every now and then. It doesn't mean they hate you.
  • What I like about ISFJs: How can you have so much compassion? It's like you instinctively understand everyone around you. I admire the way you withhold judgment when dealing with people.
  • What I dislike about ISFJs: Stop being such a worrywart. The world will not fall apart even if you're not there to take care of everything. Your fussiness can be so damn annoying sometimes.
  • What I like about ESFJs: You're the queen bee. How can you be so popular with so little effort? You know how to make friends and how to handle different people. You're so likable it's almost ridiculous.
  • What I dislike about ESFJs: Stop worrying about conflicts so much. It's not the end of the world to be in bad relations with someone. Not everyone will be your friend, learn to live with that.
  • What I like about ISTJs: You're so dependable. It's programmed in your system to work hard and expect little in return. Your loyalty and dedication is moving.
  • What I dislike about ISTJs: You're too judgmental. Don't jump to conclusions so much and learn how to listen to opposing views. They have a point sometimes, you know.
  • What I like about ESTJs: You're no-nonsense and I admire that. You know how to handle matters impersonally and efficiently. You see what needs to be done and do it.
  • What I dislike about ESTJs: You're too bossy sometimes. Stop measuring other people's worth by how well they perform and learn to cut some slack at times.
  • What I like about INTJs: You set a goal and keep pushing until you make it. You're a true achiever and have excellent self-discipline. You know what you want and if you don't know how to get it, you find out.
  • What I dislike about INTJs: Hold back with the superiority complex a bit won't you? There's a difference between being proud of your accomplishments and just being a smug asshole.
  • What I like about ENTJs: You know how to be smooth. You have strong communication skills and people follow you instinctively. You naturally seem like someone who always knows what they're doing.
  • What I dislike about ENTJs: You're too dominant. You can't control everyone and everything and it's really annoying when you try to do that. Also, keep your jealousy in check, other people's achievements are not indicators of your incapability.
  • What I like about INFJs: You have a unique worldview and see connections other people might miss entirely. Even if not religious, you still have this spiritual aura about you.
  • What I dislike about INFJs: Try to get rid of your special snowflake complex. You're not inherently different from everyone else, you're just about the only person who doesn't realize everyone's quirky in their own way and you're not more so than the others.
  • What I like about ENFJs: How can you be such a good mediator? You're like the best person to be in the middle of two people fighting, you know how to help people compromise and live in harmony.
  • What I dislike about ENFJs: Stop the humble bragging. Seriously, I get that you're proud of your good deeds but making sure everyone knows what a good person you are kinda eats away at the authenticity of it all. Plus it's embarrassing.

rwbybwby  asked:

I can't believe I haven't asked for this yet. How would my ice queen be in a relationship?

Dating the ice queen? Yeah. That could be fun.

Originally posted by flipomatic

*You can expect to be slightly spoiled by her. She won’t by you everything in the world but she will by you things she knew you wanted. Its her father’s money so why not make him spend it on the person she loves? Its a win/win in her eyes.

*She would be very attentive to your needs. Do you need food, water, or rest? Well she’d make sure you get it and are undisturbed as you do what you needed. She wants you to stay healthy so she can spend time with you. She’d never admit it but she misses you when she can’t see you.

*Her favorite thing she loves doing with you beyond your fates is cuddling. Ask her and she’d try and deny it but she’d always, albeit begrudgingly, say it was. She loves feeling your fingers weaving through her hair and just being close to the one she loves.

*Dates? Expect many fancy dates. Dinner dates, fancy parties, dancing, all of it. She’d buy you proper clothes before hand for it. Don’t get her wrong though, she’s fine with just being with you wherever you want to go. Its just nice to be with you in her eyes.

*She’s not really into PDA. She’ll hold your hand all you want and maybe kiss your cheek but its not her thing. She’s not ashamed of you or anything but she’s just afraid someone would start rumors against you and her if people saw such a thing. The paparazzi are vicious after all.

*Her kisses are always passionate, loving and sweet. She’s not all that into make out sessions or anything like that but she does love kissing you as she cups your face in her hands. Its all terribly romantic.

*Speaking of romance, guess what she likes? Yep romantic stuff. Flowers, candle lit dinners, the works. If you indulge in this love of hers its a sure fire way to make her love you more. As if it was possible to begin with anyway.

*She’d introduce you to Winter as soon as she could. She loves you and wants Winter to love you to. Of course Winter spoke with you. It was brief but you knew that she’d hurt you if her sister’s heart was broken. Beyond that though Winter approves of you. Especially thanks to how much love you show Weiss. Winter can see it in both your eyes.

*She’d never introduce you to her father. I mean why would she? She hates him with every bone in her body after all.

*She’d be pretty good at helping you feel better if you’re feeling down. She’d make you hot chocolate and spend the whole day with you. She’d hold you, kiss you, cook dinner, and anything else she can think of to make you feel better. She loves you and loves that smile you have s she’s going to make you happy again.

*She’s protective of you but not to the point of her being smothering. She knows the boundaries but will step in if you seem to be having trouble.. She can easily destroy someone with insults alone. She loves you and woe betide the person that hurts you.

*Over all, she’d be a, caring, loving, a bit protective, and romantic girlfriend. You’d be one of her most trusted confidante just behind Klein so expect her to tell you things that bother her. You’d hold her as she cried about somethings. She’d feel like the queen of the world when she is with you and you’d feel like the queen/king as well.

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

I kind of got inspiration for this from @savajack and since I am doing some other drabble requests tonight, might as well go through with this one. You can personally thank the fact we were talking about lowkey ships and her portrayal of Piggy (Charles) in her multi-chap. So yeah, this is all on her.

Piggy/Simon drabble because I’ve already jumped off the edge.

The sun swelled, carrying itself like a balloon in the midst of a cotton-patched sky. 

Piggy was trying not to stare – his specs were dirty and he could barely see through one of them. It had a few days since Jack shattered his glasses and he was adjusting. However, it was difficult to take a look at the sun and other stars when all you could see is fragments. Piggy took off his specs and tried to clean them with his shirt, but it had become a habit. The smudges would remain.

There was a discomfort that Piggy felt in his right shoulder. Piggy wasn’t too fragile to the heat, like a certain someone he preferred not to think about, but he still burned. He sometimes liked to imagine he was Ralph, who just took the heat and only got tan. Still, whatever patches of red Piggy could find on his arms or legs, they would just fade back to white eventually. 

He sighed, pressing his thumb against his leg and seeing the imprint of an oval just to shift back to pink.

Piggy felt a disturbance near him and he didn’t want to turn to see the hunters, probably spotting him along the beach and wanting to play their games with him. He moved his head over his shoulder and felt a singe of relief as Simon came out from the trees. The smaller boy must have twisted his foot over a branch and slipped – otherwise he’d be too quiet for Piggy to hear. 

Regardless, Simon found Piggy and walked over to his side of the beach. There were pieces of creepers stuck to his feet, and Piggy didn’t question it – Simon always looked like he could carry a patch of wildflowers.

Simon sat next to Piggy and the fat boy said nothing. Piggy wasn’t sure how to feel about Simon. He knew that Ralph spoke of him more than once, but Piggy was baffled by him. There was a subtlety about him that created a tension that Piggy didn’t care for. Piggy wanted to remain with as little worries in his head as possible, but Simon looked like the kind of person that could spur a deep conversation just by looking at you.

“Hullo, Piggy.” 

Light words came from Simon’s bitten lips and Piggy blinked towards him. He wondered if anyone ever thought about asking him for his first name, but that ship had sailed days ago. It didn’t help that Simon was terribly close to him, shoulders almost pressed together.

“Um, hullo.” Piggy tried to come across polite, like the adults taught him to. He focused his attention on the waves that crept up the shoreline, teasing little things.

“What are you doing?” Simon asked, and Piggy felt a bit nauseous. He wasn’t doing anything since Ralph had disappeared to look for fruit for the two of them, and the hunters, well. They were doing what they always had done.

“Jus’ sitting. Waiting for Ralph.” Piggy’s answers were brief – he didn’t want to talk to Simon. Couldn’t the other boy leave well enough alone?

Simon wasn’t going to say anything else. He picked up a shell from the beach and flipped it back and forth, and Piggy was still uncomfortable about him being so close. Were their shoulders actually touching now? Piggy didn’t know if Simon understood personal space.

“Hey, your face is red.” Simon leaned forward, turning towards Piggy. There was what Piggy could hear as concern and for a second Piggy appreciated it but then he averted.


“And your arms. They’re awfully red.” Simon continued, and he took Piggy’s arm with one of his hands, as if to inspect it. Piggy flinched and he threw his arm out of Simon’s grasp.

“What are you doing?”

“I was just trying to look at it. I can help.” Simon was trying to comfort Piggy and the other boy understood why but he wasn’t person who needed to be touched. He supposed the other little boys were – they liked to sleep close to one another with the fear of the Beast. But Piggy liked to keep to himself, and he assumed Simon would know this. That didn’t stop him, apparently.

“What could you possibly do?” Piggy’s voice drained. “There isn’t like we have any ointment.”

“I was thinking I could try getting wet sand from the beach. It might make it feel better.” Simon said and Piggy wanted to laugh. How batty was he?’

“Wet sand? What use is that…”

Simon’s face scrunched at the opposing tone and Piggy bit down his lower lip. He sighed and shifted himself.

“…do what you want. Not like anything is really going to solve any issues like this.”

“Jack might have done it.” Simon smiled. “He needs it more than anyone.”

“Merridew is a lobster.” Piggy grinned at the image of a red sea creature with a stick in its claw. “A burnt lobster!”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Simon chuckled and Piggy grinned back. Simon rushed and got a handful of wet sand to press it against Piggy’s arms, running it up and down. Piggy would have kept away but it felt nice, and Simon’s hands were smooth and small. They were like a small child’s hands. Piggy felt a relaxing sensation, and he looked back towards the sun.

But sometimes he looked back at Simon like he was just the same.

homemade-psychxpath  asked:

Hey, this is fluffyevans but I just don't know how to switch to my other blog. So, I'd like to make request if that's okay and it's fine if you don't feel like writing it but yeah, can you do a ficlet where Chris Evans finds out you're asexual? If you don't want to do that it's fine... man I never realised how awkward it is to make requests... then again I am a very awkward person. Anyway, good luck with the blog, I can't wait to see what you write!

I hope this does you justice. 


His lips continued to assault your neck, hungry.


Thinking it was merely encouragement, his hands slide down your sides, stopping at your hips and pressing his own to them eagerly.

Tears form in your eyes, feeling words lodge in your throat. How was he supposed to know you weren’t exactly excited by the idea of having sex? Not because it was him, no, you loved him more than anything.

How could you tell him without breaking his heart? Without him possibly breaking yours? Squeezing your eyes shut, your fingers work into his hair as his lips brush over your collarbone, whispering your name on your skin.

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Cyber Love | Swanchester AU: Emma and Henry have been living their new cursed lives in New York for six months. Henry grows worried about his mom’s love life. Without her knowing, he creates a dating profile for her. When she gets matched with Dean Winchester, Henry sets up a face-to-face date for the pair.

“Macaroni and cheese tonight, or pizza?” Emma asked, making sure the crosswalk was clear before they crossed the street. “I figured I could whip up a big pan of those big twisty noodles you like and bake it with some crumbs on top.”

She waited for a response, but none came.

“Or… we could pick up a pie from Royal Pizza and pig out in front of a movie.”

Silence. She could almost hear the imaginary crickets chirping.

“Or I can make some chimera for dinner. That’s one part lion, one part serpent, and one part goat,” she said facetiously, finally looking over her shoulder to face her son and see what had captivated his attention so fully.

Henry shook his head, his eyes still glued to the screen on his phone as he followed her. “I’m listening to you. Mac and cheese.”

Emma slowed down her pace, wrapping her arm around Henry as they continued down the sidewalk. She sighed. “Ya’know kid, we had an agreement when I got you that phone. That you wouldn’t spend all your free time on it and when someone’s speaking to you, you look up.”

“I know, mom,” he replied, finally looking up to meet her gaze. “But it’s a, uh… a project.”

“For school?” Henry hesitated; Emma knew what that meant. “What kind of project?”

He reluctantly handed his phone to his mother. “Before you get mad and yell at me, just hear me out. I’m worried about you, mom.”

“Worried about me?” Emma’s brow creased at her son’s words as they stopped in front of their apartment building’s gate. Finally, she looked down at the screen.

A picture of her.

A few months prior, the mother of one of Henry’s school friends was taking a photography class and asked the pair to volunteer as models. One of the pictures of just Emma was on her son’s phone screen. She scrolled down and began to read the description under the photo.

“Emma Swan. Age: 30 years old. Location: Manhattan, New York, United States. Seeking: Men – wait a minute. Is this a dating site?” Emma asked, shooting her head up toward her son. “Henry, why would you – do you know how dangerous it is to put private information out on the web? We went over this when you got your computer.”

“I know, mom! But you need a boyfriend. You haven’t dated anyone in years.

Emma sighed, shaking her head as she unlocked the gate and continued toward the building. “First of all, I don’t need a boyfriend. Second, it is neither your job nor your responsibility to worry about my love life. It is not another one of your clever operations that you –“ Henry cringed slightly; Emma groaned. “Oh, you’ve already given it a name, haven’t you?”

“Operation Swan Match,” he said proudly, following his mother as they walked up the stairs. “Come on, mom. You don’t even go out on dates any more. I thought something was going to happen with that Walsh guy when we first moved here, but you pushed him away. You didn’t even give him a chance.”

Emma swallowed. Truth was, she had given him a chance. They’d gone out to lunch, but that’d been as far as it went. Something just didn’t feel right, and Emma had learned a long time ago to trust her gut. She cleared her throat. “I have certain standards, kid. And there’s no shame in that.”

Henry shook his head. “Just give this a shot. Look,” he took the phone from her and scrolled through the site, “I already found this guy who scored a 95% on the personality match. He’s from Kansas, but he travels a lot.”

He handed the phone back to Emma and she gave it a look. “Impala67? What a cheesy username,” she said with a scoff, unlocking their apartment door.

Henry chuckled. “Yours is YellowBug83.”

“Oh,” Emma said, embarrassed. She continued to scroll down his profile. “Dean Winchester. Thirty-five years old.”

“What do you think of his picture?”

Emma scrolled back up and looked at it closer. She shrugged. “He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. A little too blue steel for my taste, but still.”

“What’s blue steel?”

Emma chuckled. “It’s from a movie you’re too young to see yet.”

Henry grinned. “So you like him? Good! Because I already contacted him and he’ll be in town tomorrow with his brother to work on a job.”

“Henry! That’s incredibly dangerous and not to mention a mild form of identity theft. What if this guy is married or stores bodies in his freezer? I’m just not comfortable with the whole online thing.”

“That’s why you’re meeting him this weekend,” Henry said with a satisfied smile. “It’s dinner at that Ostria restaurant tomorrow. I’ve already made plans to spend the night at Tim’s, but I require updates to make sure that you’re safe.”

Emma exhaled deeply as she looked down at the phone screen, and then up at her son. “Fine. But if he turns out to be crazy, you’re grounded. Now, can we get started on dinner already? I’m starving.”


“So, this woman thinks her cat is possessed by a demon,” Sam started, reading through the paper in his hands as he took a sip of his coffee, “because she’s avoiding her, giving her mean glares, and making demonic hissing noises in the middle of the night. That’s the case? That’s why we’re in Manhattan?” he asked his brother, sitting in the seat across from him.

“Mm-hmm,” Dean replied, holding his burger in one hand and his phone in the other.

Sam shook his head, taking another bite of his salad. “Sounds like a regular cat to me. Besides, since when did we start exorcising pets?”

Dean didn’t reply. His phone beeped; the third time in five minutes.

“Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?”

Dean shrugged. “Just, uh, ya’know, those alert thingys.”

“For what?” Sam asked, creasing his brow.

Throwing his phone on the table, Dean sighed. “Uh, ya’know. Monster stuff.” Sam nodded unconvinced, then reached across the table and snatched his phone. “Woah, hey, come on! No, give it back!”

“Wa-what?” Sam asked, acting innocent. “Why?”

“Because privacy… and stuff.”

“Oh, privacy,” Sam said with a chuckle. He looked down at the screen, his mouth falling. It was the last thing he ever imagined. “You’re on a dating site?”

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, his lips narrowed in a line. Finally, he rose his hands in surrender. “You know what, yeah. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Sam scrolled through his profile, then laughed. “Nice screen name Dean. Impala67,” he said in a deep voice, mimicking his brother.

“Alright, give it back. Come on.”

Sam continued to look through the site. He clicked on the conversation he was in, “Emma, huh? There are quite a few messages here. They sound pretty serious.”

A defeated sigh left Dean’s lungs as he finally dropped trying to hide it from Sam. He smiled, “Yeah, check out her page.”

Sam opened up her profile. “Wow. She’s actually really pretty. And, well… normal.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

“I guess I was just expecting, um… less clothes.”

Dean chuckled, which surprised Sam. Dean didn’t always take dating seriously; his outings with women usually ended when he either ran out of ones or drove off after a night in the sack. The older brother took another sip of his beer before he continued, “Well, that’s how it started. But then I got paired with yellowbug83 and we scored a 95% on the personality match.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah but that doesn’t exactly count if you use fake information –“ Dean’s brow creased. “Wait, you actually used real answers for this thing? And not just answers that would pair you with as many loose and freaky women as possible?”

“No – but that’s not a bad idea. I should have thought about that.”

Sam shook his head, going back to the phone in his hand to scroll through the woman’s profile. “She actually seems really awesome. Maybe… too awesome?”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. It’s too good to be true for a woman like this to be available.”

Dean scoffed. “I’m sorry, is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded American female could be interested in someone like me?”

“You realize there’s no guarantee that Emma,” he used air quotes, “is even Emma. I mean, for all we know it could be some Canadian trucker or 70 year old witch disguised as a model look alike. She probably doesn’t even live –“ he looked back down at her profile, rereading where she was located. “Wait a minute, she lives in Manhattan. Emma is the demon cat, isn’t she? We detoured four hours so you could get laid?”

Dean cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat a little. “I don’t know, uh - hopefully. I mean, we’re gonna go out to dinner tomorrow night at some fancy restaurant. Which reminds me, I need to get the fed suit out of the back and hang it up.”

“Woah, fancy restaurant? Suit? This sounds like a real date.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, wondering where the confusion was. “You know, I do know how to go on a date, Sammy.” His brother only stared at him, a look of both shock and confusion rest on his face. Dean sighed. “Look, just give me the weekend. I want to at least meet her, okay? The world isn’t gonna end because the Winchesters took a night off.”

Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: Right...my mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.

the winner of the giveaway from a while ago was ughmalia and she requested something fluffy with kira/malia. and this is the result!

the beautiful art you see above is by meledea-art and I wrote the fic below to go along with it. 


“Hey, Kira?” 

“Yeah?” she asks. She’s laying at the end of the bed, looking over an essay for Malia, but she pauses to look back at her. 

Malia’s propped up against the headboard, her knees pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. “Can I wear your jersey to school tomorrow?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess. Why though?” Kira asks, propping herself up on her elbow so she can look at Malia more easily. 

“Because a lot of people’s girlfriends wear their jersey on game day. It’s even in all those cheesy movies we’ve been watching.” 

Kira nearly chokes and she stumbles over her words as she says, “But we’re not dating…are we?” 

“Oh,” Malia says. “I thought we were? I mean, I like you, and I know you like me too, because you always smell like arousal and happiness when I’m around.” 

Kira can feel her cheeks heat up and she knows they must be turning spectacularly red. “But we never talked about it. When you like someone you have to talk to them about it before you’re dating, Malia. We’ve never even kissed or anything.” 

“I thought maybe you just didn’t want to,” Malia says, looking unsure of herself. “I’m still not really sure how all of this works as a human. It’s all so much more complicated than it needs to be. If I like you and you like me what is there to discuss?” 

“I didn’t even know you liked me,” Kira says. “That’s why people have to talk about this stuff. Most people can’t just rely on animal instinct and scenting people’s emotions. They have to talk.” 

“You do like me though. Don’t you?” Malia asks. 

“Yeah, uh, I like you. I like you a lot. And, hey, you know I’m proud of you, right? I know that you’re still working on figuring this human thing out and I can’t even imagine how frustrating it is, but you’re doing so well. This essay is incredible, and you actually talked to me instead of just lashing out and getting frustrated and angry.” 

Malia grins at her, and stalks forward on the bed, until their lips are only a few centimeters apart. “And you do want to kiss me?” she asks. 

Kira can feel her breath against her lips, and she nods her head, and tangles her fingers in Malia’s hair, closing the gap between them. It’s the first time she’s ever kissed a girl, even though she’s thought about it plenty of times before, and it feels different from kissing boys. She really likes it. Malia’s lips are soft, and just a little bit slick from lip gloss. Malia kisses hard, rough, and a little wild, and it makes Kira’s breath catch in her throat. 

When Malia finally pulls away, they’re both grinning. 

“Okay,” Malia says. “Well that was definitely nothing like kissing Stiles,” she says. 

“Was Stiles the only other person you’ve ever kissed?” 

“Yeah,” Malia says. “He was my first kiss, and I haven’t kissed anyone since we broke up.” 

Kira nods and says, “Uh, I’m sorry…if I wasn’t as good as him then, I mean. First kisses are usually really special.” 

Malia shakes her head, and nudges at Kira’s shoulder. “Shut up, dumbass. I said it was different not that it wasn’t good. It was definitely very good. I’ve got zero complaints.” 

“Oh,” Kira says. “Well then I mean, do you think we should do it again?” 

Malia grins at her, a little feral, and says, “I think we should definitely do it a lot more.” 

She presses forward again, and Kira meets her halfway. 


Later, Malia asks to stay the night and Kira nods happily. She hates sleeping alone anyway. After everything she’s been through in the last couple of years she never really feels safe, but it helps if there’s someone else around. 

Malia curls around her back and slings her arm over Kira’s waist and Kira cuddles into her, getting as close as she can. 

She feels Malia press a kiss against her shoulder and the gentleness of it surprises her. Malia’s always been kind of rough around the edges, always impulsive and quick and tough. She really has made a lot of progress since the two of them met, and Kira’s always getting surprised by the ways in which Malia has changed. 

She’s stayed the same a lot of ways too, and Kira likes that. She likes that she still doesn’t really have a filter and that she doesn’t really pay attention to fashion and always just wears whatever she wants to. 

And she can’t help but smile when Malia presses another soft kiss against her shoulder, even as she mumbles, “Go to sleep. School tomorrow.” 

She feels Malia’s breath against her neck and as it grows deep and steady Kira matches her own breathing to it until she drifts to sleep. 

Fanfiction: Senior Prom

Pairing: Barry Allen/Iris West

Rating: Explicit

Summary In which Barry and Iris go to Senior Prom together and end up sleeping together later that night.


Iris giggles and pulls away from Barry’s formalised embrace. 

Barry doesn’t want it to end and he’s scared if he looks into the onyx abysses that her eyes are that he’ll blurt out something stupid. Something stupid like the speech he’s been preparing since he was thirteen which starts, ‘I love you, Iris’ and ends with him giving her a replica of her Mother’s wedding band.

He hasn’t really had the time or money or courage to get the replica made- even though he spent weeks combing through stores until he found the store Joe bought it from. Barry tells himself that’s the reason he won’t tell Iris he loves her tonight. Not the creeping cowardice and his frightened default. Not the fact that he’s hoping that one day when he’s… say twenty five, he’ll be broader and cooler and almost half the man Iris deserves and then he’ll tell her.

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Imagine (larry fighting)
  • *Harry enters the room*
  • Louis: And where were you?
  • Harry: Just out with Nick.
  • Louis: Yeah I can see that it's all over the world.
  • Harry: Okay? What's wrong?
  • Louis: Oh I'll tell you what's wrong, curly. See, here's the thing. You went out with the guy who's seriously that desperate the ride your dick to oblivion oh and here's a bonus you might have just ignored that and still hang out with him. I won't be very surprise if that happe-
  • Harry: *kisses him to shut him up* Are you quite done yet?
  • Louis: Don't you dare mock me Harold.
  • Harry: *laughs* You're so hot when you're angry. Now shut up because Nick's just a friend and I'm sure he can't beat you in any way possible. Love you Lou.
  • Louis: *smiles* Love you too.
  • Because I need this rn.
  • Lovelots,
  • Lou xx

anonymous asked:

Prompt- during an event or family dinner, the Arrow comes up in conversation. Donna can't stop talking about him, such as how he looks in the leather pants, and what she'd say/do if she ever saw him. Would love to see the reactions, especially from Olicity and Thea!

I think we are all in need of a laugh after the tragedy that ensued at the end of the most recent episode. So, I’m more than happy to oblige.

The Inappropriate Musings of Donna Smoak

It’s understandable where Felicity gets her habitual babbling trait, but Donna Smoak takes it to a whole new level whilst under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol.

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Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader was dating Gabriel when he died but she loses her memory on a hunt and thinks he's still alive. Cas can't heal her and Sam and Dean don't want to tell her the truth so they all act like Gabriel has left for some business. Then the reader remembers. But Gabriel shows up and she gets angry, they argue but he does something to make her forgive him. Sorry its really long.

You woke up to an empty bed, again. But, unlike all those other mornings, this was the first time you didn’t cry after waking up. You felt empty, lonely like you did all those other times, but now you had the lack of tears. It was a big step for you.

You rolled out of bed and got ready. You missed the good morning kisses, and jokes Gabriel would make as you woke up. You missed everything about him. Sometimes you’d imagine he was still alive, and just in Heaven for business. 

“Y/N! You awake?” Dean yelled, banging on your door. You sighed, put on your fake smile, and opened the door.

“Yeah, just getting ready.” You said. 

“Well hurry up! I know you girls like to make yourselves look good, but we got a hunt to go on!” Dean said, snapping his fingers.

“Alright, alright. I’m ready. Sheesh.” You said, leaving your room.

It was easier when you were around people. Sam and Dean provided a distraction for you. Dean made fun of you, which was his coping mechanism. Sam was extra nice to you, which was his. It was nice, and just what you needed. 

You all piled into the Impala, and Sam explained the hunt. You were going to kill a werewolf. It wasn’t exactly a hard hunt, but it was something. 

You got out of the car and walked into the woods. It wasn’t hard to follow the werewolf’s trail, seeing as there were broken branches, huge paw prints and a dead animal every few feet. You came into a clearing, and saw the monster destroying a deer.

You ran to the monster, your gun in hand. the monster charged at you, and you fired. You didn’t hit it in any of the important parts, and soon it was on top of you. You fell backward, and your head hit the ground. Hard. Everything went black.


You slowly woke up to a pounding in your head. You groaned in pain, and moved your arm. You jumped when you felt something slide against your skin, and looked down to see an IV line. Then you realized you were in a hospital room. 

Sam and Dean were sitting in chairs on either side of your bed. Both brothers were sleeping, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how innocent the deadliest men you’d ever met looked. Or, at least the deadliest men behind your boyfriend.

Speaking of your boyfriend, where the Hell was he? Sure, he was busy in heaven and everything, but what the Hell? You were his girlfriend, he should be there by now! 

You saw Sam and Dean slowly wake up, and smiled as their eyes landed on you. “You’re awake!” Sam exclaimed.

“No shit Sherlock.” You teased.

“And happy.” Dean added.

“Yeah, well, I’m happy at the moment. But the second I see Gabriel, I’m gonna kill him. Where is he?” You asked. Sam and Dean both glanced at each other, and fidgeted in their seats. “What?”

“He, um.” Dean started, then stopped.

“Y/N, Gabriel is…. Uh.” Sam began, but also stopped.

“Will somebody tell me where my boyfriend is!” You exclaimed in annoyance. “Gabriel! Get your ass down here!” You said, looking at the ceiling.

“I’ll go tell the doctor you’re awake.” Dean said, then hit Sam’s leg. 

“I’ll go with you.” Sam said, and both brothers left your room. You shrugged off their weird behavior and continued praying to your boyfriend.

Sam and Dean were freaking out. First, they thought you’d died, then they thought you’d be in a coma forever, then you forgot just about the most important thing ever. When Gabriel died, you were a mess, how could they make you go through that again? 

“What do we tell her?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed, running his hands through his hair. “But we can’t tell her Gabriel’s dead.”

“No duh!” Dean said, hitting Sam on the back of the head. “Should we lie?”

“That’s probably the best thing.” Sam agreed. “Okay, how about Gabriel’s in Heaven. He stopped by when she was asleep, and….”

“And he’s not sure when he’ll be back.” Dean finished. 


You were discharged the day you woke up, and had been in the bunker for three days. Gabriel still hadn’t visited, and you were quickly becoming annoyed. You prayed to him every night, but got nothing. 

“Ugh!” You groaned, jumping on the couch next to Dean.

“What?” Sam asked from the chair across the room.

“I have prayed to Gabriel, nonstop, for two hours! What is he doing? I mean, sure, Heaven’s important and all, but what could he possibly be doing that he can’t stop by for one minute?”

You didn’t notice the look that the brothers shared, or how fidgety they had just become. “I dunno.” Dean said. “Hey, you guys hungry?”

“Starving.” Sam said, getting up and going to the kitchen, Dean shortly followed him. You decided you’d pray a few more times, then join them.

“Dear Gabriel, up in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. And if thy do not get thine ass down here, I shall not forgive thy for thine trespasses. In fact, I will kick your ass.” You prayed. You were silent for a minute, waiting for him to come, but he didn’t. Damn. You thought that would work! 

Sighing, you got off the couch and walked to the kitchen. As you passed the coffee table, your shin hit the side, and you fell down. Your head whipped back and forth quickly, but you didn’t hit it on anything, and you were otherwise unharmed. 

You stood up, and suddenly had this horrible wave of sadness hit you. It took you a second to figure out why. Gabriel was dead. You’d been praying to a dead angel for three days. The man you loved was gone. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and you crashed to the floor in despair. 

Sam and Dean came running into the room. They didn’t have to ask what was wrong, it wasn’t hard to guess. Both brothers held you tightly, and let you cry into their shoulders. You couldn’t even yell at them for lying to you, you were too sad.

Sam picked you up and carried you to your room. Dean pulled the covers over you, and they gave you some privacy. You pulled the covers over your face, trying to shut the whole world out.

You didn’t hear the door open, but you felt somebody sit on your bed. “Go away!” You shouted, but the person didn’t move. “Guys, I’m not in the mood! Please.” You begged. Still they didn’t move. Sighing, you pulled the covers back and looked at the annoyance.

Gabriel sat on the foot of your bed, watching you with tender eyes. “Hi.” He said. You froze for a second, trying to decide if he was real. You stared at him, then realized that a hallucination wouldn’t cause the bed to dip.

You attacked him. You jumped from your bed and wrapped your arms around his neck. Gabriel wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you closer to him. You kissed all over his face, missing the way he felt in your arms.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He said, kissing your face. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you, though.”

Then, you pulled away from him. All your happiness quickly replaced with anger. you were so angry that you saw red for a second. “You’ve missed me?” You demanded. “You have missed me? I thought you were dead! I’m glad you could check on me whenever, but did you ever think to tell me you were alive? Did you see me crying? I thought you died, and I was a wreck!” You screamed, getting off the bed and pacing. Gabriel’s eyes went to the floor in guilt. “And then you just appear out of nowhwere, and what do you say? Hi! You said hi! No, sorry about tricking you. No, I love you. Just, hi! Are you fucking kidding me?” Gabriel’s eyes shot up to you as you cursed. You never really cursed, only when you were super mad and about to kill somebody.

“You have every right to be mad-”

“Damn right I do!” You interrupted.

“But I couldn’t let you know. There were people after me-”

“Who!? Lucifer? News Flash, Lucifer’s been dead for about a year!”

“Not just Lucifer. Heaven, too. there were some angels that wanted me dead.” Gabriel defended himself.

“And you couldn’t hide from a couple of low life angels? They were so deadly that you couldn’t even tell me you were alive?” You were no longer yelling, but your voice took on a scary, low tone.

Gabriel gulped. “I have no excuses. I’m sorry. I was scared.” Gabriel said quietly.

“Yeah, well come talk to me when you’re a little braver.” You spat, then left your room. 

You were overjoyed that Gabriel was alive, you really were. And you knew eventually you would forgive him, and take him back. Just leaving your room was hard enough, but he needed to be taught a lesson. 

It was hard pretending that Gabriel was still dead around Sam and Dean, but your anger stopped you from speaking too much, so they didn’t question you. 

That night, you went back to your room, and almost fell over. It had been transformed into a bouncy house. All your belongings had turned into the inflatable material, and you quickly closed the door behind you.

“I remember you telling me that you always loved bouncy houses. When you were a kid, your parents rented a bouncy house every year for your birthday. And then, about two years ago, the first time I said I love you was in a bouncy house.” Gabriel said, appearing in the center of the room with a bouquet of flowers. 

Your throat closed up, and your vision was blurred by tears. You made your way over to Gabriel, jumping on the floor, and tackled him in a hug. He didn’t fall, and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much, and I will never leave you again.” He promised, kissing you.

“If you do, I will destroy you.” You replied, kissing him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too." 

Then, as Gabriel lowered his face to yours, you kicked his feet out from under him, making him fall. You started jumping around your room, making it impossible for him to get up. "This is payback!” You told him.

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Michael is the type of guy

I just have this belief that Michael would be the guy to fill up his phone with constant reminders to do stuff for you. Just because he would be smart enough to realise that things get hectic really quickly and before he knows it, it could be four days that he has gone with texting you. So every so often he would get a reminder pop up that he made for himself saying, ‘remember to get flowers ordered and delivered to Y/N’ and he’d instantly drop whatever he was doing at the time and call up a florist near your house…

But I feel like even though he’d be the lad to do cute shit for you, he wouldn’t be the guy to boast about you. Like, if you were both at a party together, but you split so that he could chill with his mates and you could go to the other side of the hall to talk with your girls, he still wouldn’t say anything that he would feel bad saying if you were beside him. So, when his mates started talking about sex and girls and they asked Michael if you were good in bed, he would just smile and nod and say, 'she’s perfect for me.’ And then they’d all drift off back into conversation and he’d glance over the room at you and just smile about how genuinely happy he was in the relationship without needing to brag…

And he’d try to be certain about things before they happened. Like with the organisation of the reminders on his phone before, he’d have conversations with you before you went places and he’d ask, ’if we run into fans, are you alright with me stopping and talking, or would you rather we don’t?’ and when you said it was totally fine, he’d go all smitten and kiss your forehead and, 'okay, baby, thank you so much, you’re amazing, you know that?’

And just elaborating on that, Michael would just be such a cautious guy in general. He’d actually have a fear of doing something wrong that could threaten your relationship. Like, just for example, you’d be hooking up on the couch, and then, getting entirely lost in the moment, Michael would slip his hand from your waist to your boob to squeeze gently but straight after doing it, he would just pull away with open eyes and gasp like, 'shit, I’m sorry, I got caught up, do you, is this, am I going too far? I’ll stop, I swear.’ And you’d just have to giggle and put your lips back on his while mumbling, 'I like it,’ and, aw shit, Michael would just absolutely be taken from his solid form and turned into liquid in front of you. Because you’d just have that affect on him…

And just overall, Michael would be so obsessed with you. He would honestly just admire you to death and suck up to you relentlessly. Like, if you were ever doing homework and typing up an essay in your bedroom while he was just lying on your bed, he would just openly gaze at you while you clasped your eyes to think of what to put in the next sentence and he’d tilt his head while he listened to you mumble while trying to remember something. And after ages and ages, he would just sigh and say, 'Y/N, you’re so intelligent.’ So you’d just snort and 'yeah, right, I can’t even write this report,’ and he’d shake his head immediately and come hug you from behind and put his chin on the top of your skull and start arguing, 'No, honey, you’re so smart for staying in school and getting good grades like you do, and I think your intellect is incredibly sexy so don’t ever stop.’

But back tickles though. He would be thoroughly into that shit. And you would need to be thoroughly into that shit as well. Because it would just be a habit of his, whenever you were sitting on his lap or beside him, to put his arm around you and tug you closer to his body so he could softly run his fingers either up and down your spine or along your arm, or sometimes if you were out for dinner, he would just have to do it on your thigh under the table. It wouldn’t be sexual. Just a comforting reminder of his presence. And you’d just turn and smile at him after a while, and he’d smile back, not even realising that he’d subconsciously started rubbing/tickling you…

And Michael is the type of guy who would need to be sleeping in the same bed as you every night. He wouldn’t be able to shut his eyes until you were beside him and he could wrap his arms around you as though you were his teddy and nuzzle his head into your neck. But obviously when he was on tour, that wouldn’t be possible. So every night you’d get a phone call and hear an instant whine, ‘babyyy, I can’t get to sleeep,’ and you’d have to talk to him until he was content and tired enough to rest. Although sometimes he would call you while you were at school or work and he’d have to listen to shuffle your way into the bathroom so nobody could see or hear you, and instead of calming him to slumber, it would just make him laugh and find it more difficult to fall asleep…

But Michael would also be that non-stop talkative idiot who needs your approval and reassurance before he makes a single move. So you would constantly receive texts like so…

And you wouldn’t even realise that your replies sounded frustrated until Michael would call you later that night and be immediately grumbling and mumbly like, 'Y/N, I don’t mean to be so clingy but I just value your opinion so much, baby, and I never want to do anything that you wouldn’t like and you’re like my backbone, you know? And it’s so hard when I’m on the other side of the world becau-’ and you’d have to interrupt like, 'Michael, be quiet, I love it when you’re clingy,’ and he’d just pause and be like, 'seriously?’ and you’d laugh a little and kind of admit to yourself and him that, 'yeah, I guess it’s just an obscure way for me to be aware than I’m needed in someone’s life’ and he’d be smiling like a douche and, 'you’re right, sweet heart. You’re so needed and important to myself and so many other people and I’m so lucky to have you at all. I love you.’


Luke / Ashton / Calum 


150628 Daehyun Ustream talk
  • *Live started*
  • DH: Hello this is Daehyun
  • *sang "baby baby" to thank baby*
  • DH: I just wanted to do this for the fans
  • DH: wow! 5 thousands wow! *laugh* I can't imagine it
  • DH: wow it keep increasing... There are even Italian fans
  • *Drank water from a bottle labelled as "Damchu"*
  • DH: I'm so nervous!! Why am I so nervous?
  • DH: wow! Brazilian fans are here too
  • *sing again*
  • *finish singing*
  • Emcee: it really is like a birthday party right?
  • DH: yeah! Thank you so much
  • DH: in order to make it as perfect as possible, I practiced
  • DH: if there are 8K watching.. I'll dance
  • DH: I'll wear animal suit and take a photo to post it if the broadcast ends with 8K watchers
  • *the girls mentioned that Daehyun is a "Spartan" trainer when he giving pointing in sighing*
  • Emcee: shall you.. Shall us..the "I dreamt that I saw a ghost" aegyo
  • Emcee: do you want to show the fans "I dreamt that I saw a ghost" aegyo?
  • *did the aegyo*
  • MC: oppa! The MC here is handsome too. Did you see it?
  • DH: oh no! I didn't see it
  • DH: you have to study (fans says that they have finals)
  • DH: baby love you (in Busan accent)
  • Mc: for fans.. Please say "I miss you"
  • Mc: he missed you
  • Dh: I miss you
  • DH: fans please leave many messages if you are curious ... I'll try to answer it
  • DH: is talking in Helium from balloons to speak in high tones
  • DH: this is the first time in showing such a side of me
  • DH: I'll call Youngjae now
  • DH: I would be really sad if he doesn't answer his phone
  • DH: baby are watching now
  • YG: Hello everyone.. This is Youngjae
  • DH: that's all?
  • YG: I love you
  • *Daehyun singing "only you",a little of "Loser","showgirl","all I do"*
  • Mc: it's cool to see the side of you that chase your dreams Daehyun
  • DH: me? Thanks *laugh*
  • DH: to me, babyz are people who allowed me to chase my dreams.it was actually rather hard on me, but I can get strength from fans who send me a lot of messages to support m. Baby are my women
  • DH: these are friends I have had for 5 years,that I'll introduce
  • Mc: you know what people will say
  • DH: right?
  • DH: you know.. you don't introduce your friends to your woman? yeah so I'm worried about how to introduce my friends
  • Friend: he really nags a lot
  • DH: sorry my mouth exist to nag
  • MC: what kind of friend is Daehyun? you can be honest cos babyz are curious
  • Friend: he's nice and cool
  • DH: you see!
  • One Voices: since fans wanna know more about Daehyun we'll play games to know more
  • MC: let's hear about when he's young
  • OV: He practices singing in his sleep with high notes (demonstrates it)
  • DH: no it's not true, don't believe him
  • *Daehyun sing "stop it, stop it now" (in Korean to stop his friends)*
  • DH: I don't really drink much... Usually with ssem
  • OV: he starts nagging when he's drunk
  • *dH Sing stop it stop it now*
  • *Hakssem has appeared!*
  • H: some babyz have told me to pass this to him. It's a birthday cake
  • DH: (holds the cake) oh there's me (points to kekemato) and that's Baby (points to matoki behind kekemato)
  • DH: my first wish was to meet babyz soon. second wish was to promote for a long time with members
  • DH: I had a shock when the monitor went off... system has a problem, sorry..
  • We'll perform the next song right now.
  • *dH sing.. How am I suppose to live without you*
  • DH: all I want is to sing by your side. That's all I need. I'm happy
  • Q: Can you sing a BAP song?
  • DH: umm.. I'm not quite sure
  • MC: he's in difficult position now
  • *call Himchan*
  • *Himchan posted a photo of daehyun*
  • DH: wait a minute!!did he really post it? He really did it! Hahahah
  • DH: you really did it
  • HC: it's your birthday so I want to make you happy
  • DH: but I don't feel happy
  • DH: I'll sure be back with the 6 members and baby soon
  • *wear his chicken suit*
  • DH: this is really the first time, since i was born, it's the first time everyone.
  • DH: To do this till this extent. (Wearing chicken suit to sing) Everyone, you know it right? My heart?
  • *kiss screen*
  • Bye
  • Cr: ricejusayo