i hope i don't kill anyone with this

As much as I don’t care for Lena kissing anyone but Kara, my bisexual ass also thinks that Lena kissing Jack in the promo is kind of hot? Pls don’t murder me. 

family photo

come on dads pay attention to your children

my hand is officially dead but here is more altean prince iwaizumi + designs :’D


Ok, I’m hoping that none of the people in this will kill me ; v ; it’s my way of a shout out and I did my best, but I’m sorry if it offends anyone.



@sketchpads1 (it won’t let me tag it)


*runs away to the shame corner of bad* sooooOOORRRYYYYY!

Trailer: http://zealzealous.tumblr.com/post/147423019089/ah-haaaaaa-i-bet-no-one-was-expecting-this-now
Previous: http://zealzealous.tumblr.com/post/147357010004/but-wait-theres-more-previous-one

honestly i didn’t care much for jj up until this episode. prior to this he seemed untouchable, unrelatable and inhuman almost. what person doesn’t struggle with insecurity and is always able to execute everything? his confidence seemed unshakable and maybe there are people like that in the world but not anyone i know

ep 11 humanized him and humanized his experience. i cried watching him push through despite everything, not giving up until the very end, because that’s my experience. that’s the same thing i’ve gone through time and time again as a performer. 

nothing ever goes completely according to plan in performance and that can be good and bad. yurio’s performance was a great example of when all the blood, sweat and tears you put in is actually executed on stage. it’s an incredible feeling but it’s also an elusive prize. jj’s experience in the GPF is much more common, but it’s the choice to face that challenge regardless of the risks that makes you strong. yuuri saw that, his fans saw that, and i think he knew too, with the way he took ownership of his performance despite that it wasn’t up to his usual standards

after years of failure, i’ve learned to accept that things go wrong, and sometimes they go really wrong, but in the moment you have to accept it and move on. you try again and take more risks and go for another jump

that’s also the reason why yuuri chose to up the difficulty of his short program. if you don’t take great risks, you won’t achieve great success. he knew there was every chance he wouldn’t land the jump but that’s what was necessary, and he didn’t regret it. when you come that close, you don’t throw away your shot by playing safe.

So Supergirl kills Parasite, a villain whose rampaging she had no hope of stopping and to whom she gave one last chance to stop before ending him, and there’s no backlash from the fans? No major complains about Kara doing what needed to be done to save the most people possible? What about how she could have somehow found another way to stop the alien? Nothing?

Cool. The next person that says they love Supergirl because it’s everything Man of Steel isn’t can take a seat and watch this episode. If you don’t like what either properties did, cool, I can respect that. But if you point at MoS while patting Supergirl on the head I’ll need you to maybe stop contradicting yourself and stay seated.


You know what kills me? Vane is such a hardened pirate and will not be crossed by anyone. But then he looks at Eleanor like he’s found the treasure of the world.” (via emisonrevolution)

Request: Too Stubborn For Your Own Good

Request: Could you do something where Deanxreader are married and expecting their first child. Reader insists on being involved with the job, but goes into labor early. Hours away from help, Dean has to help deliver the baby. Thanks!!

Word Count: 1,418

I hope you like it, thank you! Have a lovely day!<3

“Wait, you’re leaving? Again?” You ask, pulling yourself to your feet. It’s not so easy these days, but the prospect of Dean disappearing off to some god-forsaken back country road to kill monsters is enough motivation to propel you out of your seat.

“Y/N, sit-“

“Don’t tell me to sit down. You’re leaving again. Why?” You’re done with the bullshit, and you can’t be bothered to listen to his excuses.

“There’s a job. I’ll be gone two days, three at the most, and then I’m done.” He promises, laying his hands on your shoulders. You frown at him, shaking your head.

“You said that last time.”

“I promise, Y/N. This hunt and then no more until the baby’s here, okay?” He reaches down, laying his hand over your (frankly ridiculous) bump. You’re just over eight months along.

“Why do you have to go?” You ask pitifully – you don’t mean to guilt him, but it’s insane how you can go from demanding to miserable so quickly, “I hate being on my own.”

“You’re not on your own.” He frowns, gently moving his hand over your bump in the hopes of feeling a kick, “Cas can check in with you every couple hours. You’ll be fine, I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Cas? As much as I love him, I want you. There’s a reason I married you, not him.” You say, pulling away from him, “It’s okay, you go. But I’m coming too.”


“I’m coming.” You say, folding your arms atop your bump, “I’m sure as hell not hunting but I’ll research and hang out with you guys and get food and whatever. I’m not staying here on my own, Dean. Not anymore. Not so close to the baby coming.”

“You’ve still got, like, a month to go.” Dean frowns, and you shrug.

“There are some days I can hardly stand up. I’m coming with you, or you don’t go at all.” You lay it out for him simply, and after a moment, he nods.

“Fine. But we do it by my rules. I tell you to stay in the motel, you stay in the damn motel, okay?” He demands, totally serious. You nod.



“Everything okay back there?” Dean asks for what must be the thousandth time. You tear your gaze away from the window, where you’re been revelling at the familiarity of the open road, to nod at him in the rear-view mirror.

“I’m golden.” You shoot a grin at him and Sam in the front – you’ve missed this more than you’d care to admit. You haven’t been out with the guys since you his the six month mark – not hunting, which you stopped as soon as you found out you were pregnant – and two months is a long time to be cooped up, especially for someone like you who’s used to adventure and new sights every day.

“You’d better be. Tell me if you’re gonna throw up, ‘cause you’re sure as hell not doing it in my car.” He instructs, but you can see the smile on his face from here.

“Will do.”

You tuck your legs up on the seat beside you and crank the window down a little, letting the air rush against your face and blow your hair back.

Oh, baby. I can’t wait for you to see the world like this. You think, laying a hand over your swollen stomach and smiling to yourself.


“Hey, Y/N, I brought-“ Dean cuts himself off, seeing that you’re not at the desk where he left you – your books are still there, and your notes are there – hell, even your cold, half-finished coffee is still there, “Y/N?”

“Bathroom!” Your reply comes, too quiet. When Dean makes it over there, you’re leant over the bathroom sink, breathing shakily.

“What the hell? Y/N, are you-?” He reaches out, but you jerk back.

“Don’t! I’m okay.” You insist, and when you look up at him, your face is bloodless and your hands are noticeably trembling, “It’s okay. It’ll pass.”

“What’s going on?”

“I- I don’t know.” You admit, taking a shallow breath, “I think it’s just those false contraction things. I’m fine.” You insist.

“You’re in pain.” Dean states sceptically, and you shake your head.

“I was. I’m okay now.” You say, straightening yourself up and taking a deep breath, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Maybe you should sit down for a while.” Dean suggests, and you nod slowly.

“Yeah. Maybe that’s a good idea.” You agree, and you let him help as you hobble back over to the bed. He talks to you about how Sam will be back in a couple of hours and he’s going to bring food, but he said he’d come back to be with you. However, you make is halfway across the room and your knees buckle as a shredding, tearing pain shrieks through your stomach. You cry out, and Dean only just catches you before you hit the floor.

“Y/N?!” He starts looking you over, thinking you’re ill – and then it hits him, “Oh my god, you’re in labour.”

“What? No, I’m – I’m fine!” You grimace, shaking your head. He scoops you up, bridal style, and lays you on the bed.

“Y/N, this isn’t normal. I’m gonna call 911, you sit tight.”


“Sit. Tight.” He says firmly and you do as he says, but only because you don’t think you physically could get up right now. You curl in around yourself, trying to block out the pain – you’ve felt pain before, obviously, but nothing like this. It’s internal and fingering out with white-hot tendrils, seeming to reach the ends of your fingers and toes.

“Dean…” You groan – he’s on the phone, somewhere across the room. As the pain slowly dies off, you hear him getting irate with the guy on the other end.

“What do you mean, it’ll be two hours? What kind of bullshit is that?!” He snaps, looking over at you helplessly, “She’s in pain! I don’t think we have that long!”

He pauses, before flinging his hands up in anger, “You’re sorry?! You’ll be damn sorry when I-“

“Dean, stop.” You snap at him, sitting up, “Quit shooting at the damn messenger and get your ass over here.”

He glares at the phone before hanging up, and crossing over to you.

“Y/N… okay. So… dammit!” He curses, raking a hand through his hair, “I’ve never- okay.” Rallying himself around, he straightens his back and places a hand on your shoulder, “How long has this been going on?”

“Since this morning.” You admit, “They’re about five or ten minutes apart, and they suddenly just got a lot stronger.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was important. I thought I had time.” You shake your head, running a hand through your hair, “What do we do?”

“Well, since it’s Sunday, the GP isn’t open and the hospital is two hours out, but I don’t think we have that sort of time.” He says, sitting gingerly beside you, “I’m gonna call Sam. He can bring some blankets.”

“Wait, you’re seriously-“

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”


“Hey, hey, Y/N,” Dean shakes your shoulder gently, bringing you up from where you’d slumped against the pillows, “Look!”

“Is… is she okay?” You ask, still trying to catch your breath. He nods.

“I think so. She’s crying and moving and she’s pretty strong.” He smiles proudly, helping to place the baby in your arms. He wraps the blanket around you, and another over your shoulders, “Well done, babe.” He kisses your damp forehead and you smile, leaning into him.

“I don’t think I’d be faring so well without you here.” You reply, and he sits down, looking between you and your baby girl with a sense of wonder. Sam went to get some basic baby supplies about a half hour ago, and you’re expecting him to burst in the door any moment now, so you savour the moment with just the three of you. Her eyes are closed and she seems to have settled for the moment, but you don’t mind – it only seems to add to the perfection and tranquillity of the situation.

“Thank you.” You whisper, taking a deep breath, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He grins, revelling in the perfection of his little family. His arms wrap around you and he just holds you there for a little while, until Sam returns and the ambulance finally arrives, blaring sirens and all.

basic plot of fire emblem 14 hoshido
  • mikoto: *dies*
  • everyone: god damn it takumi
  • camilla: *accidentally gets killed by kamui*
  • kamui: goD DAMN IT TAKUMI
  • marx: *kills elise by accident* GOD DAMN IT FUCKING TAKUMI AGAIN.
  • garon: *gets resurrected into this dragon with 78 HP*
  • aqua: *evaporates*
  • kamui: TAKUMI STOP.

(uses old banner bc why not i love this one)


SPECIAL SHOUT OUT TO leather-lace-sin-and-bones FOR BRINGING ME TO TUMBLR, AND TO cannot-kill-the-sun FOR FOLLOWING ME SINCE FUCKING BLOGGER MAN u poor soul you’ve seen so many things.

~*~ THE SQUAD ~*~

confessionforanothertime X redteamshark X simmonsisms X simmonsized X queseraawesomequeertimothy X queerlocus X supercasey X bearvigilante X sabahnurs X megneato X metrowolf X honey-pun X anneapocalypse X aromanticronan X falling-towards-the-sky X felix-mcshit X felix-mcscouty X nonbinaryfelix X noodle2thedoodle X captbutchflowers X captainignis X churboose/ pfaerie X wadewilsonparker X kaikainagrifofficial X kalmoony X kenezbian X lixxieb X lucifersshroud X untldawn X cortanakun X etathetaandiota X nemonuus X ju5t4n3rd X actualalistair-theirin X actuallyagentflorida X afraiddave X moosetashioedmonocle X byrninlove X porternash X happyanon-spreadlovenothate X happyfunballxdX handpickedhappiness X herrashmoo X sharpwords-sharperblade

~*~ the rest of the mutuals posse ~*~

death-limes X the-meta X actuallyagentcarolina X missdiddlez X basically-neptune X beanie-buns X bluecanarygrimdark X incrediblebear X jillianfordays X jacktapillo X aplatonicjacuzzi X rminute X snakepeople X eeveeisms X clockworkseamstress  X roosterteethtrash X rottenwitch X beequiet

~*~ cool kids (non-mutuals) ~*~

redgraveconspiracy/ redqueenequilibrium X cili-ai X eponymous-rose X electricgale X synnesai X sylvanaswxndrunner  X thekidfromthevault X themockingcrows X cinderfell X vlasdygoth X hailthemxdking 

~*~ I follow famous people ~*~

rootbeerflotsam X annleckie X markiplier 

I follow so many great and amazing people (waaay too many to list right now ;A;), so if your name isn’t on here, I’m sorry and you’re still really great!!  It’s been a blast these past few years, so thanks guys!

First of all. Look at this amazing edit.   Which is all thanks to @melodiesndmemories  Ilo. I’m overwhelmed that you’ve done this for me and I adore it.  Its perfect.  Thank you so much. 

Running through Life - with and without you by my side. - 30K

Warnings: Mature -  There is a rape/non-con warning but this fic isn’t about that its mentioned but its not graphic in any way I promise. 

Summary: It starts with a puncture, its the first of many bumps along the way.

The title was inspired by the song Hold me by Savage Garden.  This fic is about so much more than the warnings. Its about love, how life can change in the blink of an eye for good and also for bad, and then how you move on from that.  I hope its hopeful in the end.  

I have so many people to thank for this and I want to keep it brief in a way but know that there are so many more things I could say.   This whole thing started from a prompt in Tumblr, and then the most amazing thing happened and Raven drew the most fabulous fan art for it and then from talking to Sabrina, Tia, Joey and Gabby at various and/or all points, the idea for this fic was born.  

 And it mushroomed and it mushroomed into this, the longest fic completed fic I’ve ever done.   

Thank you to Sabrina and Tia for encouraging me constantly, to Sabrina for tolerating and reading this mess so quickly, for Tia for being so so supportive even while she was busy with her own amazing fic and for Gabby who’s been there for so long for me and for so much more.  

I don’t want to say too much more and I could go on because I’ve felt so encouraged at all times and it really helped.

I’m really nervous to post this.  Hope you like it and anyway even if you hate it you’ve got an amazing edit to enjoy!!!!

Tyler Hoechlin, MVP of My Heart: DOTW Chicago

This Sunday was the second day of DOTW Chicago, and I was lucky enough to attend. After a number of dramatic airport antics, I finally arrived at the convention just before it began. I flew halfway across the country and I couldn’t be more excited for the day, even if I had been awake since Friday night. The only real goal was getting to talk to Tyler for a little bit, but along the way I made some friends and the day turned out all the better for it. The day began for me with Orny coming on stage and introducing Ian, but as this trip was mostly about Hoechlin for me I’ll leave the recaps of everything else for others.

The first big thing I did was attend Tyler’s Meet and Greet. The amazing darkenednights (Go check out her photo’s of the con!) was kind enough to sell me her ticket, and I couldn’t be more thankful. The whole day was the best ever, but this really was it’s core. Now I don’t know how much we’re actually allowed to say about it, so I won’t go into much detail about it. But he was so nice and made sure to involve and talk to everyone during it, and answered questions and smiled and was just so nice. At one point I asked him about the Dodger’s game, and he said it was amazing to be a part of, but that his brother had been teasing him about how he only hit two home runs, and when I said “but you were MVP” he said his brother reminded him he was only the co-MVP. I responded by putting my hand on my chest and saying “Well you’re the MVP in my heart” to which he just gave a really big ‘awh’ and said “that’s the one that matters.” He really is just the best guy like wow. 
While in there I met some super awesome people, such as switch842 / runningwithwolves42! It was pretty great. Everyone in there was amazing and it made it all so much fun.

Next up was his panel, which has been reported on in depth I’m sure. I didn’t get to ask him the question I wanted to, but a highlight has to be when someone asked him how he would survive in a zombie apocalypse. He decided he would want dragons (because who wouldn’t?), but when I yelled out asking what if they bite the dragon, he just said you’re done. It’s over, you’re dead. haha Another just amazing part was when this little kid asked him what his favorite Beatles song was and he talked about rocking out in the car to the ‘na na’s at the end of Hey Jude. He was just so happy and perfect and it was great (also I crazy want to hear him car singing now haha)

The last two things were the photo ops and his signing! I had two photos, and told him at the Meet and Greet I had a plan for it, and he said he was looking forward to it as he left. When I got up to him in the line, he remembered that I had a plan and asked what it was.
I had a bottle of coke in my hand. He hadn’t noticed it.
I smiled and looked at him.
“okay, Tyler?”
“I need to ask you the most important question I can ask someone.”
He looked a little worried. He didn’t know. Hadn’t realized yet. I drop to one knee.
“Will you.. *presents the coke bottle with his name on it to him* Share a coke with me?”
He died. He threw his head back laughing and clapped while saying “I will”. It was so great I was so excited. After he stopped laughing he grabbed the bottle a little and smiled down at me: PHOTO HERE. (the photographer took it just as his smile started to fade, which is a little sad but I still love the photo). I stood up and gave him the coke and he seemed surprised he got to keep it?? He’s so great oh my gosh. 
He put the coke to the side and was like “hug?” 
I thought he meant an actual hug. He meant a photo hug. I went for it. My head fell into his shoulder and He started to pose. I realized halfway through and turned my head awkwardly with my hand on his shoulder to look at the camera. He thought it was funny apparently, though, so that’s nice. PHOTO HERE
I left after getting a real hug, and made my way upstairs to the autographs.

Now, I almost missed my autograph. Things were running a little slow and I had to catch my flight. I had been up since Friday night still. Starbucks had closed. I was so tired it was a mess. Eventually the wonderful Creation team bumped me to the front so I wouldn’t miss my flight, and I got to say goodbye to Tyler. He laughed and smiled when he saw my photo, and said he was sorry I had to leave so quickly (I told him why I got bumped up). But before he finished signing, I told him how much he meant to me and why. Basically I told him that he was the best, and my hero, and that he and Derek got me through a really really bad depressive/almost suicidal spot four years ago and have been helping me ever since. He got these really wide eyes (which is a sight to see even in my state truly) and an awed expression, and looked a little lost for words (he said “that’s amazing” or something similar at first) and then made for a high five before just getting up and walking around the table and giving me a huge hug (which was magical and I was almost crying because it was really hard to say and I was so tired and he was being so amazing and fantastic to me). I told him he was my hero again and that I had to go but just thank you so much for existing, and he got this really serious face and nodded as he sat down but then immediately smiled and told me he wanted me to come see him again soon (and I died inside). I smiled and nodded back but joked that the goal was he was going to be so famous that he wouldn’t do these anymore and I wouldn’t be able to afford it. He just smiled and waved at me and told me to have a safe flight. And then I was gone. I left the room and said goodbye to my new friends and got to the airport and cried for a long time because of how amazing he is and how much I wish I could talk to him again and how much I missed him already, and because I have no idea when I’ll get to see or talk to him again and it kills me.

So. That is my (very, extremely long) recap of my day at DOTW Chicago, and the part that was most important to me (for reasons that I hope were made clear). The take away should really just be that Creation Events are great, con friends are the greatest, and that Tyler Hoechlin is the best human being in the world, my favorite person, my hero, and now MVP of my heart. 
Nate out.

Britney's Miracle Elixir

As requested by Liz 

I searched the internet far and wide for a homemade sore throat remedy, and after some searching and going “POR QUE NO TODOS?” I threw a bunch of shit that was coming up most frequently and invented this thing that made my sore throat go away ASAP.

Disclaimer: I wasn’t paying attention to the exact amounts of anything I was putting in kinda just experimenting so these are guestimates. Taste it to make sure it isn’t completely vile before consuming so you’ll drink it all. Also this worked on me and may or may not have the same exact effect on you, if not take it every night for a few days. It won’t work for viral stuff like Strep Throat- y'all need a medical professional for that shit I ain’t a Potions Master Wizard don’t call me Snape damn 





-CAYENNE PEPPER! (don’t be escared its only a dash) 










The end result is it tastes kind of like Apple Cider so thats a plus if yours does not faintly remind you of that autumnal beverage you did it wrong goddamnit not again 

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: But should I accept people's offers for Curse Child spoilers? Should I wait until I see it (if I see it??)?? Should I wait until the script comes out? Is anyone really going to Keep the Secrets?? Is this going to destroy everything we've all thought over over the past nine years??? Is Harry okay??? Is everyone okay???? Are they going to stream it to cinemas soon? Is it everything we hoped for and dreamed about??