i dressed him up

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Fact: Bakugou’s also a dragon shifter, he just never shifts cause he’s super fucking tiny and he hates it with a passion

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A bit late now but here’s something for the Mystery Twins’ birthday! It also happens to coincide with my country’s Independence Day hahahaha

This is Stan’s newest sweater:

Maybe it’s the first time the Pines family is reunited back at the Shack since that summer (dodgy video calls on an adventure ship can only do so much).

Things we have seen Cas wear:

  • the Greater Trenchcoat
  • the Lesser Trenchcoat
  • classic dress shirt, slacks, and tie
  • a robe 
  • a hoodie
  • sales associate vest
  • white boxers + nothing else

Things I still need to see Cas wear:

  • the Greater Trenchcoat again 
  • a leather jacket
  • leather pants 
  • skinny jeans
  • a plaid hunter’s shirt
  • one of Dean’s t-shirts
  • a waistcoat 
  • sunglasses
  • soft pajamas
  • eyeliner
  • a fuzzy, oversized sweater
  • literally nothing

It’s Saturday and I decided to draw something that makes myself happy :D

Not sure if you had played paper doll dress-up when you were young, but it was a really common game among my friends back then here. So I think “hey why not draw a Tony version?”

Hope you like it ;D

(Below is the template that you can print out to play if you are interested ;D)

Sunday Morning

Summary: A young man and a young woman run into one another on a Sunday morning at a coffee shop, both of them heartbroken, and rediscover what it means to love and be loved. Bucky x Reader 

 Author’s Note: I’ve been working on this one for a bit. It’s basically the feel-good romance no one ever expected me to write (me included) 

 Words: ~2900

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

Bucky used to love Sunday mornings. They were meant for sleeping in, for curling against the soft, tender body that slept next to him.

They’d had five years of Sunday mornings, of her soft sighs in his ear as she stirred from her sleep, bright green eyes blinking sleepily up at him as he kissed her plush, pink lips. Five years of Sunday mornings, of making coffee in a pair of boxers; of her arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft cheek against his bare back. Five years of Sunday mornings, of sitting at the breakfast bar in their pajamas, her thumb wiping jelly off the corners of his mouth.

Five years of Sunday mornings, wasted.

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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A Performing Arts High School
  • Everyone makes fun of the Dance Majors because they all wear athletic clothes, and all kinda waddle.
  • The main campus monitor is a fat man that just drives around on his cart all day, yelling things at people. Not even angry things. Just things about Celine Dion and diets that are strictly bread.
  • The vice principle once had a conversation with me about sissy websites. I told him he should dress up and wear a tutu. He laughed.
  • Everything is always broken. There’s always something broken. Always.
  • The school is in the downtown area, and there are a LOT of homeless people around. Once a homeless man walked into the VD2 class and just yelled.
  • One homeless man killed himself on campus before school. School still went on that day, though.
  • The school has a sleepcam account, and an account dedicated to one of the pigeons that stay on campus. His name is Chad.
  • Everyone hates the band majors.
  • My art teacher asked our class to bring her dead birds, and like 3 people did.
  • There were like, 3 fires in one day. Fuckin theater tech majors, man.
  • There are a bunch of levels of basements to the main theater. A kid was rumored to have lost his hand at the bottom.
  • A kid was rumored to have died from falling from the catwalk in that same theater, actually.
  • The photo teacher doesn’t give a shit. About anything. She lets us roam campus all period as long as we tell her we’re shooting for a project.
  • Once during photo, me and my friend found some of the tech majors destroying a wooden end table with a hammer. Their eyes were glazed over. They let us hit the wooden end table, too. Fuckin tech majors, man.
  • No one questions the printed out pictures of Robbie Rotten in the hallways. 
  • Once there was a fleshlight in the Fraiser building’s boy’s restroom. I didn’t realize till I peed on it. People took selfies with it.
  • All of the art majors are dead inside, some of them are on a lot of drugs, too.
  • Once someone broke a toilet off the floor in the girl’s art bathroom. 
  • Everyone thinks the jazz majors are all on drugs. 
  • Under the gym by the field is where a lot of the emos gather at lunch. It’s called the emo canopy.
  • Other schools in the city call our school LV-Gay instead of LVA. There are so many gays, yet no one stable enough to actually date.
  • There was a boy in the Ballroom one class that would just, stop every 15 minutes or so and do 10 push-ups. Every day. Without fail.
  • All of the film majors are horny. All the time.
  • No one knows what’s going on, ever.