i just keep going through the tag

I usually try to use my free time to try to make gifsets and keep my blog updated. But then that means I often don’t reply chat messages, asks, and mentions/tags right away (which I’m very very sorry for) 😭

Today while finally getting time to go through some mentions/tags, I felt especially touched by all the sweet things everyone says TT 💕

Since today is Thanksgiving in the USA, I just wanted to take the time to say thank you to all of my followers / friends here on Tumblr. I’m blessed to be surrounded by so much love and positivity 🙏 I’m am beyond thankful for that. You are all wonderful people and I hope you remember how important you all are every day 💕

Happy Thanksgiving, loves! 💕

[ahhh and if you’re not in the USA and don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, I just hope you all have a wonderful day/week/month/year!!! 💕]

I Won’t Say It

Omg, Catherine got two fics out back to back? What’s going on? Okay, but this wasn’t originally going to be a song fic but I was listening to music while I was starting to write this and I Won’t Say I’m In Love just kept popping in my head and it fit so well with the plot so here you go. Enjoy guys! :D

Tag list: @almostoyster @emphatically-enthusiastic @thevioletsunflower @interwebseriesfan24

If there’s a prize for rotten judgement

I guess I’ve already won that

No man is worth the aggravation

That’s ancient history, been there, done that!

Who’d'ya think you’re kiddin’

He’s the Earth and heaven to you

Try to keep it hidden

Honey, we can see right through you

Ya can’t conceal it

We know how ya feel and

Who you’re thinking of

Spot had had relationships in the past. Let’s just say, none of them turned out right. So when his friends started trying to say he was in love with his friend Race, he shrugged it off. “I’m not in love with him. He’s an asshole. Besides, he’s not worth it. I’ve been there and I’m not going back.”

Jack slapped him upside the head and received a glare in return. “Wow. You’re even more oblivious than I thought. Look, even I can see that he’s everything to you. If I can see it, everyone can. I’d be surprised if even Race didn’t know. You can try to hide it but we all know so there’s no point.”

It’s too cliche

I won’t say I’m in love

I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

My head is screaming get a grip

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out

Spot had been thinking about what Jack said for several months to come. Every time someone would make a comment, he’d blow it off and say the same thing he always did: “Love’s not my thing.” But the truth is, something had changed. He thought his heart would have learned by now. But no. This has to feel so good in the beginning that every time, he can’t help but hope it could be different and it never is. His brain is screaming for his heart to get a grip so it won’t get hurt but of course, it won’t listen.

You keep on denying

Who you are and how you’re feeling

Baby, we’re not buying

Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

Face it like a grown-up

When ya gonna own up

That ya got, got, got it bad

No chance, now way

I won’t say it, no, no

Give up, give in

Check the grin you’re in love

His friends wouldn’t give up. One time they were all hanging out and Race winked at Spot, causing him to grin like an idiot and all of his friends to start teasing him. Sure in that moment, he laughed it off and threatened to beat them if they didn’t stop. But at this point he could tell he felt something. He still knew for sure, he’d never ever admit it. He’d rather deal with the teasing for the rest of his life than admit he was in love again.

This scene won’t play,

I won’t say I’m in love

You’re doin flips read our lips

You’re in love

You’re way off base

I won’t say it

Get off my case

I won’t say it

At this point, Spot was getting really irritated with everyone, or at least that’s how it seemed. In reality, he was annoyed with himself. But he still couldn’t do it. Sure, every time Race smiled at him or winked or even looked in his direction, he felt his stomach do flips. He had to really focus to not sound like a lovesick idiot when he talked to him, which was not an easy task. Most of his friends had given up trying to get him to accept it, but the stubborn few, cough, Jack and Romeo, were persistent. 

Don’t be proud

It’s O.K. you’re in love

At least out loud,

I won’t say I’m in love

As one last-ditch effort to get them together, Jack and Romeo threw a party and insisted on a game of truth or dare. It was going as it always did, until Romeo called out Spot. 

“Spotty Boy. Truth or Dare.”

Uh oh. He knew that grin. If Spot chose truth, he’d have to confess something that would force him to reveal. If he chose dare, no doubt he’d have to kiss Race. If he backed out? No. Not an option. Spot Conlon never backed down. If he did, that could reveal things. “Dare.” At least he’d get a kiss out of it.

“I dare you to go into the closet with Race. For 15 minutes.” 

Race just started laughing and stood up, holding a hand out to Spot. Of course he’d find this amusing. He doesn’t know the torture this will be for Spot. Nevertheless, they went into the closet and Romeo locked the door once they were inside.

“So, what are we supposed to do in here?”

“Well, ‘Spotty Boy’, clearly they had a plan. Do you know what it was?” 

“Nope.” Yes. “I never know what their intentions are.” Lie.

“Well, we have several options: We could talk and be lame. Or we could make these 15 minutes fun and make out?” Spot stared up at him, trying not to seem panicked. 


“Oh come on. I know you’ve made out with people. You and Todd were all over each other.”


“So, why not? Let’s make this fun because they’re not gonna let us out.”

Spot takes a deep breath before nodding. “Alright then.”

Race nods and leans in, placing his hands on either side of Spot’s face before kissing him deeply. Spot’s breath catches in his throat as he returns the kiss. One thing was for sure as their lips moved in sync: Spot couldn’t deny his feelings anymore. He still wouldn’t admit it out loud but he had to admit it to himself. Spot Conlon was in love with Racetrack Higgins.

How to look at your Captain is through round one!

I have officially posted one cap from every fucking J/C episode of Star Trek Voyager.

Feel free to drop me a request in my asks if you want one from a specific episode in the future. 

anonymous asked:

I can't stop crying this max//vid shit keeps popping up on my feed and I??? Don't want to see it??

I want you to do a couple things for me.

Breathe in for 5 seconds, out for 7. Do this repeatedly until you feel a little better. Then get some tea or any hot drink, even hot cocoa, and distract yourself. Keep off the Camp Camp tag for a while until you can handle it just a bit better. It’s hard sweetheart, it’s really hard. But it’s going to be okay.

One of these days they will need to learn through their thick skulls that it isn’t an okay ship. Doesn’t matter if it’s fiction.

If you’re on mobile, I don’t have a solution other than keeping off the tag. But if you’re on PC, https://dadvidismycanonheadcanon.tumblr.com/post/166848690742/okay-so-quick-question-how-exactly-do-you-block this will save you.

Directium has also offered a blocking list, and due to her wishes and requests I can not give you the list. So you’ll need to go to her.

I’m sorry again that this happened to you. It makes me cry just by knowing you had to see that. I’m not kidding. That shit is awful and you deserve so much fucking better. Please PM me if you need anything else. Even if I’m not awake and you need to vent.

awesomephd  asked:

hi I'm drunk and I just wanted to tell you that I really appreciate you as a person and your blog and sometimes when my dash is dead I just go through your tags cause you post such quality stuff and you mean a lot to me already because you like my writing and I'm really self-concious about it. but your blog is a damn gift and you just keep being you and living that Alex Winter appreciation life

I’m fucking crying oh wow, your writing is totally fab and I know it’s hard to put things out there in the world but I’m glad you’re sharing your talent with all of us. Also, Alex Winter deserves all the love cuz he’s a good fucking person who’s been through shit in his life and he’s a beautiful human dude with fab hair

anonymous asked:

hey i found this fic on ao3 just through the general bangtan tag (if that makes sense) and it was a yoongi/tae centric fic with hobi/jimin/kook n namjin as well. they are all witches n tae n kook go to school together and tae keeps making mushrooms sprout in yoongis store... i cant remember the fic name at all!! thank you in advance!


I’m pretty sure you’re looking for this fic:

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@people who refuse to tag their 4th of July posts

Hello! My name’s Laura and i’m Lakota Sioux!

My family and I abstain from celebrating 4th of July every year because we’ve literally had our lands taken from us, our people brutally slaughtered and our traditions erased by the white people who brought ‘independence’ to this country, and we see it as a big middle finger to Native American people. Naturally, as such, I don’t enjoy seeing posts about this holiday. They physically make me upset, and more often than not i’ll see my mother cry because of people’s blatant disregard for our struggles. 

People tell me to shut up and not ruin their fun every year. People tell me to not be so preachy. People tell me relax. No matter how many times I try and explain that their ‘FREEDOM FUCK YEAH’ posts only apply to those of light skin, people still ignore us. 

I understand that you guys want to just have a good time, and don’t let me stop you, but please have some regard for us today. Please keep the people who’s entire existence was tarnished to make this day a thing in your minds and hearts when you’re eating apple pie and setting off fireworks.

Please just listen to us for once.

Reblog this for me, please. I want this to be heard.

Edit: If you’re coming here to harass me over this, consider going through my ‘native stuff’ tag and fact checking before you start flaunting how much you hate mixed race kids.

This is gonna be rambling and out of sorts but like. I want to put out my stance as a trans sga ace person and I’m sure there’s been plenty of people who have said this more eloquently than me but:

If you aren’t trans or sga you aren’t part of the LGBT community. Like, plain and simple as that.

I’m going to start by saying that when I was 14 I thought I was aroace and I came out to my mom and told her I probably wasnt ever going to want to have a relationship. She reacted bad. Like legit screaming fight and calling me a sinner bad. It was some of the most ridiculous bullshit I’d ever been exposed to. And it sucked and it hurt that she didn’t understand and even tho I’ve moved away from that identity, it still sucks to remember that moment. And this is serious shit that needs to be addressed, aroace people do have a lot of interpersonal stigma that needs to be talked about and remedied.

But see. That’s the key difference. Aroace issues are interpersonal, not societal. And the aroace community has very different goals from LGBT people as a result.

Aroace community initiatives are all about Visibility and Education. And those are noble goals, giving people access to this knowledge is great, but for LGBT people the kind of laser focus on Visibility isn’t great.

LGBT people are hypervisible. Trans women get mocked in media constantly, gay men and lesbians are stereotyped and demonized out the wazoo, everyone Knows we’re here. We don’t have a visibility issue.

We’re busy focusing on fighting the societal laws that literally restrict our freedoms. Because at the end of the day if you’re not an sga ace person, you’re not going to walk into an apartment complex with your spouse and be denied a home by a homophobic leasing agent. You’re not going to propose to the person you love and then have a baker refuse to make you a wedding cake because they believe you’re such an abomination that they think getting money from you is a sin. You’re not going to walk down the street holding your partner’s hand and have to fear for your life. You’re not going to tell your co-workers about your spouse and face social isolation, harassment, possibly being fired. You’re not going to be sent to conversion therapy specifically for your orientation and tortured until you’re too afraid to express your love anymore. You’re not going to be refused the right to donate blood.

If youre not a trans ace person, you’re not going to be stopped on your way to the bathroom and sexually harassed about your “real gender.” You’re not going to be denied work. You’re not going to be forced against your will to identify as a gender you are not.

There are no anti-ace laws. Theres no mandate to have sex or be in relationships. There are social pressures, YES, and I’m not denying that. And social pressures suck. But what you’re dealing with is fundamentally different from sga & trans experiences.

The thing about being ace is that it really is more of an interpersonal than professional disclosure. If someone irl asked me about my partners I’d have to talk about my boyfriends. I wouldn’t mention my level of sexual attraction or engagement because that’s not what was asked or what is socially appropriate to disclose. My boyfriends know I’m acespec because it’s relevant to our relationship, my boss would not.

Aromanticism is a mildly different story, because this is when you would reveal, “oh, I’m not in a relationship, I’m not really interested in them.” This could be met mostly with confusion, misunderstanding, disbelief, jokes, or “it’s a phase"s. Which all suck! They do and they’re issues that need to be addressed and dealt with, but once more they’re fundamentally different from the concerns sga people have to deal with when bringing their orientations into the professional realm.

Aro/ace people are perfectly valid, memeatic as that term has become. These are legitimate identities with definitely legitimate issues. But the facts are that the aroace community has vastly different priorities from the LGBT community and this is why they are fundamentally separate.

LGBT spaces and resources shouldn’t be expended in a direction that takes focus away from actual LGBT issues like the ones discussed above. Aroace people need to rally together and get their own resources in shape so they can create a more focused and targeted attempt to do what they want to accomplish. Because tugging at LGBT resources and insisting on including cishet aces, whose experiences are so fundamentally different from trans sga folks’, in LGBT spaces is detrimental to all of us in the long run.

And all the sitting around flinging insults at LGBT people and comparing them to bigots or their oppressors and being disgusted by LGBT people empowering themselves through displays of affection that they’re demonized for in every other circle just kinda proves the rift that exists between these communities and how much their priorities differ.

Anyways I’m done that was a lot of text

The many different ways of writing “Charcoal”

Im working on categorizing materials in the lab (aka going through tagged excavation material and putting it in our database) and I encountered a phenomena of fellow Israeli archaeology students who find the word “charcoal” enigmatic and just cant for the life of them write it correctly. This is WAY too funny to keep to myself so enjoy a compilation of archaeologists who cannot correctly english the word “charcoal” (black boxes of death cover up excavation details):

sharcoal? sharcool? who knows



Chacroal. SO CLOSE


chorhole?? chorkhale?

yeah, “carbon”

dude just gave up


charcoale, fancy charcoal



charcls. many many charcls. As opposed to:

a SINGLE charcal.

And my all time favorites:

fucking SHRSOAL


Youre welcome.

wanna one reacting to you not being able to solve a rubix cube

lai guanlin: *takes it from you and solves it in 5.283 seconds*

lee daehwi: *winces every time you make a wrong move* no, no, you do it. oooOOOHHShhllkjeouch *body contortions bc he wants you to do it on your own but struggles to keep his pain inside*

bae jinyoung: *jumps around to hype you up to keep trying* *would probably accidentally smack the cube out the window when you’re finally on the edge of solving it*

park woojin: *peels off stickers to help you “solve” the rubix*

park jihoon: honey. you. can. do. this. dont. you. dare. give. up. now. OR SO HELP ME GOD I- *incoherent mumbling* *goes to write a paper on how much he believes in you*

kang daniel: *grabs his pompoms* babe, let’s go let’s go!! YOU GOT THIS! GIVE ME AN R! U! B! I! X! *cue jumping splits* *cue deathscream*

kim jaehwan: just give up already.

ong seongwoo: bitch, what the fuck, give that to me. *4.6 hours later* bitch, what the fuck.

hwang minhyun: *does everything to stimulate your mind while you try to solve it* *head massages* *makes you do yoga* ok sweetie, so if you could just wrap your leg around your forehead for me, that would be gr8

ha sungwoon: *his mom always said almonds are good for thinking so he stuffs as many as he can into your mouth* shhh shh, don’t fight it *keeps putting more in despite the fact they’re not even staying in your mouth anymore*

yoon jisung: *claps through the entirety of your struggle*

As cheesy as this may be to say this, thank you to everyone who watches and reblogs PVB. Seeing everyone enjoy the episodes so much makes me feel like I’m really a part of something WORTH something, and helps me make it through the day, so thanks to the rest of my cast: Hayley, Kayla, Sam, Dan, David, and Juliette and the editing team members Vanny, Alex, and Nora (and Hayley and Kayla again) for making this PVB as special as it is. 

And of course, thanks to all of you that watch each episode and give us the words to make it to the next!

-Alex (The Other One)

Good F*ck

SUMMARY - You tell about your frustrations about not ever having good sex to Nat and Wanda and Bucky overhears .

WORDS- 1.8K(approx)

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover I love you . Thank you so much . 

WARNINGS- cursing , dirty talk, fingering , unprotected sex (just use a fucking condom pls) also very sexual gif of lance tucker below(definitely a warning).

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

“Fuuuck….” , you groan hitting your head lightly to the coffee table but enough to get your friends Nat and Wanda to notice you .

“What is it now? “Nat asked nonchalantly , used to your sudden outburst of frustration .

“I just…I… I feel empty.” You say looking helplessly at the two of them .
Both their expression changed to one of sympathy .

“Y/N , I understand . I feel that way too sometimes . With the job we have we are….”Wanda starts before you interrupt her .

“Nooo , you don’t understand . That’s not what I am trying to say .I just …” You throw your hands in the air and let out a whine.

“What is Y/N?”  Nat asked a little irritated.

“I just need to be dicked okay . Like fucked so good that I see the fucking stars and pass out . Arghhh!!!!!”

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Undone | NSFW


Summary: He had rules. You never questioned them, until he disobeyed his own rules. This is the time where you both undid each other.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship, smut, light bondage

Word Count: 1,605

A/N: Okay, first, only read if you’re 18+! This is NSFW! Secondly, yes this lightly describes a sug*r da*dy/s*gar b*by relationship (I’m censoring this to keep it out of those tags). I just got inspired. This does not reflect Tom in any way possible. It’s fiction. Lastly, I decided to never mention Tom’s name in the story because I thought it would add a mysterious tone. Other than that, enjoy.

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7 things I've learned since having strict parents

so I’ve like realized that I have semi-strict parents in the past. but i guess i never really understood how strict they really were. and going through the tag is reallyyyyy hitting close to home. like I’ve always figured “well other parents do it too” so I like normalized it.

1. I can lie through my teeth and keep it up for a long time. I lie even when I have no need too. I’ve even caught myself lying to friends or peers just because I’m use to it.

2. I have such a need to please everyone because I always felt the need to please my parents. If I disappoint someone it will crush me forever. I will forever think of how I didn’t satisfy that person.

3. I have trouble handling myself. I mean when I’m on my own and making decisions without my parents I don’t know what to do sometimes. Because I’ve had most of them made for me

4. When I get the slightest bit of freedom, I run with it. I will take that little inch and destroy myself. I get so overwhelmed with it that I just crack.

5. I’m afraid of the real world. I’m 16 and I don’t have any work experience. I don’t know how to fill out an application, I’m terrified that I’ll mess it up. I’m afraid I’ll get the job and be terrible and then I’ll get fired… I’m scared for life

6. I respect anyone that is older than me. I don’t care if you are 1 day older than me or 25 years older than me. I will treat you with respect and kindness for the sole reason that you are older than me, even if you don’t necessarily deserve it.

7. I know when to delete text messages and Snapchats because they check my phone. Whenever my mom checks it even though 99% of the time there’s nothing on there. I’m afraid I’ll never get it back or that she’ll find something and make it a bigger deal that it really is.

Writing is Hard, Pt. 2: Description

Summary: Dean wants to write a second story.

Read Part 1

Warning: Smut, dirty talk, use of a vibrator, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Your laptop is screaming at you from its spot on the motel table.

You ignore it.

It’s not like you’ve been waiting all day to check it. It’s not like you were impatiently stomping around as you folded clothes with Sam and Dean in the laundromat, as they took their sweet time at the grocery, as Dean dragged you to some fucking hardware store because he needed a specific type of wrench (the six identical wrenches he already owns just aren’t enough).

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calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”


“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 


“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”


“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.


“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.


This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.

There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in. 

I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that. 

From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together. 

so here we go!

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If you know your friend, partner, or family member has dependency issues and they’ve made it clear to you that they have separation anxiety and would rather you tell them you don’t want to talk to them rather than ignore them, and you still ignore them, I’m sorry, but

You’re a piece of shit and they deserve so much better than you. I don’t care what the fuck your reason is. There literally can’t be a logical explanation as to why you can’t take a minute out of your day to text your loved one who’s MADE IT CLEAR THEY NEED THIS to tell them that you’re not ignoring them, you’re just not in the mood to talk.

You are a piece of shit.

Hi guys if you’ve sent me an ask recently or tagged me in something, I’ve seen it, but I’ve also been pretty sick the last few days and haven’t had the spoons to talk much.  

I’ve also… been coming to the unpleasant realization that I can’t do college full-time and keep my health.  Which I realize is no fault of mine, just bad dice, but I am still working through a lot of not-being-great-at-academics-shame.  Also finishing my degree part-time is going to cost me a buttload of money. That I don’t have.

So, uh, love you all.

Deliberate Beauty of Humanity

Drabble Request by @starswirlblitz: Dean x angel!reader? In which dean plays with her wings and it fluffish/steamy cause she’s ticklish but also has a sensitive spot that makes her squeal sometimes? I hope that’s okay?

Word Count: 1949

A/N: So… this didn’t really turn out as a drabble… I kinda woke up at 3 in the morning and had this itch to write this one and couldn’t go back to sleep until it was out of my head and that’s how you got a full-length oneshot out of this! Also, I just had to write Dean’s POV in first person. It wouldn’t work any other way. I think this is the first time I’ve posted anything in first person on this blog. I hope you like it!

Version en Español: La Deliberada Belleza de la Humanidad

You hoped you never got used to this. You wanted every time to feel just like the first time. Maybe it was that it was a human act, or maybe it was just Dean. Either way, you would never change a thing about any of these moments.

Back when Castiel invited you along to help with the Winchesters, you never dreamed that Dean would ever look at you as more than Castiel’s little sister. You hadn’t known that you even wanted him to see you as anything but an angel. Yet here you were, laying on top of him, feeling the rigid muscles of his body move beneath yours. Bonding with your vessel and becoming one as Castiel had with Jimmy had opened so many doors and opportunities for human feeling and emotion.

It was those very feelings and emotions that you been raised to believe were weaknesses that you couldn’t get enough of now.

Dean’s lips captured yours in a breathtaking kiss. He always had this effect over you. As soon as he pulled you into his room and locked the door behind him, you were right on top of him. Vessels may contain your true form, but it just added to the anticipation and intensity as you were forced to slowly explore each new touch. Some angels saw humanity as a curse, but they were wrong.

Even when your mind wasn’t clouded with Dean’s fingers digging into your skin and his tongue tracing the seam of your lip, you still saw the deliberate beauty of humanity.

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