i just liked them a lot okay

ladrien is just super sweet okay bcs those two dorks have such obvious crushes on each other and it’s the version of the lovesquare where they both actually reciprocate those feelings and for me it’s like we see a lot more of mari in ladybug when she’s talking to adrien, and then we see more of chat noir in adrien when he’s talking to ladybug (like in volpina when he just calls her out) and i think that is just evidence that the two of them make each other the best versions of themselves that they can be in whatever identity  

Serious post here, if we’re friends and I hurt your feelings, or you hold some sort of animosity towards me, just talk to me. I can’t fix the problem if whenever I say “Are you okay?” you say “Yeah, I’m fine” and then continue to be mad at me for whatever reason. Friendship is a 2 way street, and I’m very understandable. I won’t yell at you, or tell you to fuck off if you genuinely feel upset with me. I value friendship, hence why I always send people messages to see how they’re doing. But I can’t put in all the work, all the time. I can’t read your mind, but I can tell when the anger is geared toward me. So if you have an issue JUST SAY IT. Being straightforward is one of the most important traits I believe someone can have. 

Truth be told, it irks the hell out of me when people harbor ill feelings toward someone they value as a friend. Because inevitably you’re gonna drift apart, and it’s ultimately no ones fault but your own. No one’s perfect, and it’s up to you to tell me when I’m being less than perfect towards you. Half the friendships I’ve drifted from are because people are just too closed off, and after a while getting the cold shoulder just isn’t worth it..

maebladeletitrip  asked:

again, if youre not trans then honestly shut the fuck up. your opinion in it doesnt matter. "i have trans friends im not transphobic uwahh". also forrests shit matches up to my personal experience like . a lot so nice

So you’re just going to ignore the trans people who think it’s really transphobic and it makes them uncomfortable? Okay.

anonymous asked:

Okay I've been thinking about this headcanon for a while now but I don't want G and sai to fight!!! But here it is: g overheard Sai and fubuki talking and fubuki said: "demon cyborg is crazy about you. U know that right? U can't see it?" And Sai says "it's just a phase. He will get over it in a week or something" and later when Sai comes home G is kind of hurt that he thinks his feelings are a phase and not real. And he feels like yelling but not in a angry way more frustrated,

Oooh! Tumblr may have eaten the second part to this (if there was one)! :O But hoooo, this situation calls for Genos to PROVE to Saitama exactly how he feels! No running away or excusing his feelings behind the mask of a passing ‘teenage hormonal’ phase (now that’s a big peeve of mine too!) Because Genos’ passions run much deeper and longer lasting than that. And now, here’s where an argument/disagreement between them can be a good thing: to forward their relationship and clear up any misconceptions between them. Genos may even have a bit of a tiff with Fubuki for spilling the beans before he was even ready! But regardless, Genos needs to be assertive about the one thing most important to him, and to be open and honest TO that very person. :’)  

okay but also notable is how he calls on his friends when humans are emoting and he’s busy or his hands are full. Like, someone starts sobbing? “Rose,” he will say, and that’s his ‘hey could you Do This please I can’t right now”. Or “Donna,” he will say, and that’s his “I do not know what to do but you make people feel better just by looking at them, hop to it.” 

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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anonymous asked:

what are your general thoughts on wyoming?

Before working at the greenhouse in FoCo, I didn’t understand people’s obsession with tomatoes.  I still don’t understand WHY people are like this, the plants are fussy and unpleasant to work with and tomatoes taste like concentrated mouth sores to me, but as least now I have some inkling of the depths of madness edible nightshades can drive people to*. I watched a pair of octogenarian women get in a fistfight over the last Amish Paste we had that week, another man break down in tears over the fact we were out of Mortgage Lifters until next Teusday, and my own manager wax poetic about recent developments in hybridization.

*I could understand if it was Potatoes, THOSE are amazing

The greenhouse I worked at grew ours in-house, to the tune of four long arched green houses and 40 different breeds of tomato, started in February and staggered to last most of the season. We sold something to the tune of ten thousand mature plants per season, and four times that in starters, the manager explained with pride, the two anatolian-ridgeback mixes drooling happily on my leg during employee orientation.

“Who buys That Many tomatoes?” I asked, naieve. 

My manager’s dark laughter should have been a warning.

During one of the hailstorms in late May, the greenhouse was, briefly, blessedly deserted, if deafeningly loud as the sky hurled balls of ice onto the cheap plastic roof.  My manager had left early that afternoon and so I was left to manage that fifth of the business largely unattended.   I was watering the Fucking Tomatoes when two of the roundest miniature Australian shepherds I’ve ever seen appeared at my feet, wheezing happily.  Looking up, I found a pair of equally gleeful humans behind them, sun-burnt and wearing matching Jimmy Buffet shirts.

WE’D LIKE SOME TOMATOES.” The man bellowed over the roar of hail.

“WE HAVE MANY TOMATOES.” I shouted back, gesturing at the wall of tomatoes behind me.

GREAT!” howled the woman. “CAN YOU TELL US ABOUT THEM? WE’VE NEVER DONE TOMATOES BEFORE.

Since I was alone, I spent the next forty-five minutes screaming the attributes of all forty breeds of tomato at them, unable to hear myself speak over the rain, hail and wind, and already dissociating from the noise. I have no idea what I actually said to these people. I might have claimed they were bred on the moon. We got to the end, my throat raw, and fat little Aussies drooling on my shoes.

WHAT DO YOU WANT MARIE?” The man asked.

I DON’T KNOW, THEY ALL SOUND EXCELLENT.” Marie considered. “LETS GET THEM ALL HOWARD.

what.

GOOD IDEA.  WE’LL TAKE FIVE OF EACH.” said Howard.

WHAT.

That’s 200 plants and at $10 a pop, $2000 dollars worth of tomatoes. Why.  I get the extra-large cart out and start loading the tomatoes on. How. I wonder as It takes me three lumber carts to get them all up to the register to scan them.

WE’RE FROM CASPER.” Howard said, like that would explain anything. “THE BIG BLUE HOUSE, YOU CAN SEE IT FROM 25.

Having driven through that part of Wyoming several times to and from Grand Teton, I actually knew about the house in question. “OH YES. WE USE THAT HOUSE TO KNOW WE’RE HALFWAY TO TETON AND TO GET LUNCH.”

YOU SHOULD STOP BY NEXT TIME YOU’RE AROUND.” said Marie.

“OKAY.” I said, for some reason, and helped them out to the parking lot where I discoved they’d apparently driven down in an actual Short Bus, modified to be a sort of camping vehicle, with seatbelts and custom dog-beds for the Fat Aussies, apparently named “Florence” and “Mashmallow”.  I waved cheerfully to them, ears ringing and white lights flashing in my eyes from the continuous noise and feeling like I’d stepped out of my correct timeline.  I found one of the other managers and told them I’d just made them $2k, had a migraine and was going home.


A month and a half later, the seasonal job had ended and I was driving to Washington to see a friend and I happened to be passing through Casper.  In need of a break and eternally curious, I decided to try to find the Big Blue House and see if any of the tomatoes had survived.  It took me a bit to find the correct frontage road but as I was driving by the front yard-

[REDACTED] HOW ARE YOU?” bellowed Marie. somehow spotting and recognizing me. “I’M SO GLAD YOU CAME, COME SEE THEM!

Apparently they just talk like that all the time, but I had a lovely half hour in which Marie and Howard took me on a lovely tour of their experimental self-sustaining farm with the trout pond and chickens and the 200-still-alive-and-apparently-thriving tomato plants.  Given that tomatoes are happiest when hydrated But suffering, Casper turned out to be a good choice.  They’d also gotten some 30 varieties of corn, 15 types of potatoes and 12 types of carrots and Howard was looking into Beans and Squash for next year.

IT WAS VERY NICE OF YOU TO COME OUT.” said Howard.  “HERE, HAVE SOME HAM.

I thanked them, took my three pounds of sustainably-farmed Loud People Ham, and excused myself as I still had to get to Bozeman by that evening and they waved me goodbye from the driveway.

We’re still facebook friends.


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i wanted to put happy things in here but apparently the only things i doodled in my last absence were tired and sad kids… oops

Ghibli tears.

(Edit: i posted this late at night and i wasn’t very happy with how it looked. It’s fixed now!)

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Come on, Raven. What stinks the most? That I tricked you? That I nearly wiped out your team? That everyone liked me better than you? Or is it that deep down inside you really believed I was your friend?

Like a friggin’ ghost, Castiel appears out of nowhere at the end of the table.

“What’s a ‘DILF’?”

Dean raises his head from his book at the same time as Sam. They meet each other’s eyes across the table and promptly enter into a silent battle of wills.

Sam raises his eyebrows. Dean shakes his head subtly. Sam frowns and narrows his eyes. Dean frowns back and flicks his eyes pointedly to Castiel. Sam purses his lips. Dean flicks his eyes to Castiel again. And then Sam wins the argument by cheating, deliberately looking back down at his book on extinct South American languages and doing his best impression of someone who hadn’t even heard the question. He makes an exaggerated show of turning his page and peering closely at the text, even making stupid little noises of interest like the book is the most fascinating thing he’s ever read, and Dean’s frown deepens into a scowl.

“Did you hear my question?” Castiel asks.

Dean sighs, makes a mental note to throw in a red shirt with Sam’s next laundry load of whites, and shuts his own book.

“Where did you hear it, Cas?”

“At the mall,” Castiel answers immediately. “There was a group of adolescents and I heard one of them say the word to her friend.”

“Okay, Cas. Number one? Stop spying on teenagers at the mall, it’s fucking creepy.”

“But I learn so much from them,” Castiel protests.

“And B, ’DILF’ isn’t a word, it’s an acronym. It means… well, it means ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck,” he says bluntly, deciding to just spit it out, because god knows that using subtlety on Cas doesn’t always have the best track record. “They were saying they thought some older guy there was hot. Usually you don’t hear ‘DILF’ that often though. ‘MILF’ – or Mom I’d Like to Fuck – is a lot more common. It’s pretty popular in some circles, there’s an entire porn niche dedicated to ‘MILF’s. Hell, I’ve even heard of ‘GILF’s before.”

“He doesn’t need an entire lesson on your disturbing porn-watching habits,” Sam mutters from the side of his mouth, without looking up from his book.

“Hey, he asked,” Dean snaps back. “I’m just being thorough – since someone here is zero help.”

“I see,” Castiel says, ignoring their bickering. He looks thoughtful, like he’s pondering something. “…so I’m considered a ‘DILF’?”

“Christ, they were talking about you? Of course they were,” Dean mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. He sighs and straightens up a little. “Not really, Cas, you gotta be a dad to be a ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck’, and your…whatever it is…with Claire doesn’t really count, you’re not technically her dad.” He mulls it over for a second, then shrugs. “I guess you’re just an ‘Angel I’d Like to Fuck’.”

Castiel looks surprised and pleased. “Thank you, Dean. I find you extremely attractive as well.”

It takes Dean about 1.6 seconds to process what just happened. 

“Wait a second – that’s not what I –“

But Castiel, the flighty bastard, is already striding out of the library just as quickly and efficiently as he’d appeared, apparently satisfied now that his question was answered. The bottom of his trenchcoat disappears around the corner.

“ – meant,” Dean finishes lamely. He grits his teeth in annoyance and tears his eyes away from the empty doorway - straight into Sam’s smug face and knowing smile.

“Smooth, Dean. Real smooth.”

“….you know that’s not what I meant!” he tries again.

“Uh huh. Whatever you say.” Sam looks back at his book and turns the page again, still wearing a stupid smirk on his face.

Dean glares down at the table. “Wasn’t what I fucking meant,” he mutters under his breath. Although he’s not sure if he’s still trying to convince Sam, or himself.

…and how the hell is he supposed to pronounce ‘AILF’ anyways?

lance headcanons bc i love one (1) boy

are y’all prepared ..,.,,i got a lot going on here i’ve been working on this post for a while StRAP IN MY FRIENDS

  • okay first of all lance has incredible fashion sense, we just don’t get to see it bc !!! at the garrison he had to wear a uniform and he left all his other clothes behind back on earth but his closet is literally full of such cool clothes like he’s the type of guy who can take old thrift store things but arrange them uniquely in an outfit that looks really fUCKIng good and has everyone going O: !…,,he always looks good..,,and the boy does it on a budget bc he is practical!!
  • he has had a LOT of jobs bc he wanted it to look good on his application/money obvs ..,,,some of these include: a grocery store clerk, a waiter, and he even!! worked at a spa once bc…,he knows so many things about self care and has a passion for it!!
  • his first job tho was, you guessed it: the farm. u know, where he learned to milk a cow…,he was finally old enough to get a job and got all excited like heck yeah i’m ADULT and then his mom was like here our family friend (or maybe a relative or something) needs help on his farm this summer u can do that and he’s like wh…..okay
  • like at first he’s wary bc ew farm work?? dirt and sweat and rlly hot all the time?? but also he’s just..he likes to be optimistic abt things too when he can and is like ok u know what i’m gonna take this job and make it into something good and do a great job!! so.,,,at first he’s like what fuck when he learns how to milk a cow but eventually he gets the hang of it and as weird a feeling as it is he rlly likes the cows and all the animals and is v gentle with them ..,,he also cleans the chicken coop often which is gross but he likes the chickens ..,.he names every single one and sings to them sometimes while he’s working or talks to them
  • also he names every chicken after one of his siblings or family members so when he tells story about them at dinner he’ll be like “so yeah (insert sibling name here) finally laid an egg today” “lance are you kid—oh. the chicken” lance, bursting out in laughter:
  • on That note lance just loves all animals …,,he’s the kinda kid that brings home a stray cat/dog every other day and is like “mom can we keep him” . hell he does that with little lizards he finds on the sidewalk sometimes ..,, “mom can we keep him” “honey put the lizard back he actually lives out here”
  • swerving in another direction y’all ever wonder WHERE lance learned his sharpshooting skills?? like a majority he developed like right away when the war started and he has to quickly adapt but ?? he has to have had SOME previous experience bc the bayards kind of take the form that best suits their paladin, right??? i don’t even have a headcanon for that i just want to know maybe it’s bc he played a lot of shooting games at the arcade and got all the high scores
  • which reminds me like y’all…,,lance is just a teenage boy. he likes video games and pizza and going to parties and hanging out At The Beach With His Pals And stereotypical teenage things. he’s a kid please let him be a kid ..,
  • he likes to paint his nails!! it’s a very soothing task for him and he likes different colors. his favorites are black and blue (but also some purple and red for gay reasons)
  • he struggles a lot with his bisexuality (this is coming from a bi mlm for the record) for a LONG time. not really grasping the idea that he can like both girls AND boys and that it has to be one or the other, that he has to make some kind of choice to be gay or straight. so at some point he identifies as gay and then gets terrified of that and is like no i’m straight and finally..,,starts to come to terms with things and accept himself when he really learns what bisexuality is (hunk tells him probably) and there’s a light bulb over his head that goes DING DING DING BITCH THATS U!!!
  • he loves to watch his friends do things they’re passionate about bc it makes him happy. he loves watching keith draw, the cute concentrated somewhat frustrated look he gets on his face when he sketches. he likes watching pidge work on tech, like the kind she gets excited about, cool robot things and things she loves. hunk is always so happy when he’s cooking or tinkering with machines or talking about chemistry and lance will just sit and listen with a dopey grin. he and allura actually have a shared love of beauty stuff and self care so they get to do that together a lot !!! and shiro doesn’t really…,talk much about his interests or share them and lance is a little nervous to spend alone time with him bc he’s so intimidated (this is his hero!!) but those moments when they do happen to be alone lance is always v soft with him bc at the end of the day he knows shiro is not perfect and that he struggles an immense amount and deserves that softness
  • and coran, he just likes to listen to coran’s stories about all of his adventures, lets him go on about his life in altea for as long as he wants bc he knows it’s so important to coran. sometimes allura will join in and add a few things on to some of the stories or some info when they’re talking about altean culture and lance will listen intently and be so genuinely interested and if reallg means so much to coran and allura
  • lance in general although he puts on a cocky facade loves to listen to people and be there for them, is an incredible sense of support and encouragement and more than anything wants to see his loved ones happy and succeeding
  • going in a completely different direction here now but one time he arranges a paladin sleepover and insists they ALL wear their specialized paladin pajamas and!!! everyone wears theirs except keith bc keith is lame. (he does at least concede to wearing the slippers bc they’re….comfy okay…) and hunk and allura and keith and lance and pidge all!! stay up late and talk and stuff..,,lance teaches allura all the common sleepover games like truth or dare and she gets to really be a teenager again and they all get to just spend the night eating snacks and being kids and playing monopoly and i’m crying and !! it’s all orchestrated by lance bc lance more than anyone knows what they will need for a morale boost
  • He just wANTS OEOPLE TO BE HAPPY
  • outwardly he talks a lot about like glory of winning the war and being a hero and parades!!! but rlly his favorite thing is meeting all the people he’s saved not bc he’s some celebrity to them but bc it’s amazing to see that they’re free and as safe as they can be, that the work he’s doing, the struggles he’s going through and his time so far away from his family really is worth it if he can help so many people
  • i’m doing this so out of order but he can also ride a horse
  • that’s all for now but expect another one soon thx for coming to my ted talk

I feel like there’s a lot of minor NPCs in BoTW that I could just describe without saying their name and people would still know who they are.

For example we got:

-Arrow fetish

-fucking dumbass shoes guy

- child who’s like 8 years old and is already done with life

-Walmart brand Time Link

- terrifying flower lady

-the local pedophile™ of Zora’s Domain

-Stupid couple who’s asses you gotta save every single time you see them

- those sisters who spend every waking moment of their existance looking for truffles and then getting the shit beaten out of them by bokoblins

- old man who tells disrurbingly dark horse-related stories

- Zora that gets so distracted while fishing that she literally forgets about her family back home and stays out there for days

- melon addict

- adorable berry kid

- man who got stuck on top of a sheikah tower and just gave up and just decided to live up there for the rest of his life I guess

- straight dude with a very good doggo

- apple fetish

- sad honeymoon guy

- extreamely herterosexual dudebros on their way to gerudo town

- meat guy

- tiny face

and many, many more!

Remy: “I just wanna get this out of the way real quick: are you going to give us superpowers?”

Potts: “Remy… Irene… Nadiya? We are going to make you GODS.”


OKAY OKAY COOL, SO, A LOT OF STUFF JUST HAPPENED. 

So. Their powers only work in proximity. That’s pretty crazy neat. 100 yards is a DECENT area for using powers, but like, damn, what if one of them is sick? What if one of them gets knocked out? They gotta fucking carry Kardala, you know?

Also. Travis did a lot of “You SURE this isn’t a cult” and Clint being like “It is KIND of cult-like” sO LIKE, DOG, MAKING SOME OF YOUR EMPLOYEES GODS DOES NOT BODE WELL FOR THIS DO GOOD FELLOWSHIP.

I’m also still really curious as to where the “commitment” bit actually comes in, like, storywise. Is their commitment going to be to the greater good? To the Do Good Fellowship? Each other? It’s gonna be hella neat. 

The biggest takeaway though is Nadiya Jones is fucking super gay and also my girlfriend and also will protect me with her big stretchy arms, the end

(and also remy is my fucking son liKE)

you know when your friend is having a breakdown and you’re tryna be there for them but you literally dunno wtf to say without sounding useless / cliche ??

Okay, so here’s a really long post in which I screenshot a bunch of reddie content from the novel, and I think I got most of it.

Sorry this took so long, but rereading IT had me super emotional, it was hard to get through. 

Also, @eddiekasp I would have added this onto your original post, but it’s super long, and you mentioned a lot of this, so I’m just gonna tag you!

Some of this is likely way over-analyzed, but enjoy anyway: 

So that’s immensely deep and quaintly romantic. 

What a fucking dork. Honestly, what a shameless flirt.

MOVING ON

Okay, so, hanging out above the garage, telling Eddie about his dreams, Eddie supporting him and admiring him even if Richie’s skills are clearly not developed yet, and Eddies sorta-pov using the words “enchanting” and “charm” to describe Richie. 

Shameless. 

More like “Oh my god, he’s gorgeous, oh, shit, Bill’s looking, what the fuck am I doing, it’s just Richie…” 

MOVING. ON. 

Not that Richie wouldn’t have stepped forward to admit that he helped with the dam, but I find it intriguing that he does this right after watching Eddie squirm, standing next to him and trying to think of a way to talk them out of trouble. It comes off as something protective, specifically toward Eddie to me.

Antsy over Eddie potentially getting in trouble and defensively blurting shit to take the attention off of him? Maybe.

Do I even have to say anything about this one? 

Richie suddenly remembering how he used to tease Eddie when they were kids.

Eddie suddenly remembering how Richie’s teasing made him super flustered when they were kids. Richie trying to comfort Eddie.

RIGHT after Eddie freaks out about Richie teasing him, he starts giggling over fucking beep-beeping Richie. 

Just. More flirting as adults, plus some throwback.

(kids again) Speaks for itself.

Eddie’s adorable, and I feel like it’s not coincidental that they all start gushing over how much they love each other after Richie and Eddie bicker a little bit.
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(Sorry, I had to switch to a different platform) Kid perspective again.
Wowzers. Pretty self evident. “Eddie my love.” Eddie’s fucking clapback. Damn.
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Eddie being uncomfortable over the shit his mom talks about his friends, Richie in particular.
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Richie comforting Eddie when the gang returns to face the leper. I don’t remember whose perspective this is but “shy, fragile, and quite beautiful,” then Richie touching him and attempting to reassure him by trying to be badass. 
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more like “Hey, help my boyfriend. Are you fucking tickling my boy? That’s my job”
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Okay, again, I might be over-analyzing, but there’s definitely some symbolism about love in Richie and Eddie sitting at the top step, Ben standing alone, at the bottom, pining after Bev, and Bill and Bev holding hands down the street a bit, about to cheat on their spouses with each other. 
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Right. So, there’s that. 

Not to mention, they immediately start talking about religion and how strange it is after this, and the things that are considered unacceptable, which also contains another of Eddie’s heavily gay-coded moments. 
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Or:
Richie -is protective of Eddie-
Bill -is protective of Eddie-
Eddie -man, Bill’s pretty and I would die for him.-
Richie -HEY-
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Cute. 
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Slap-ass. 
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After Eddie’s shouting and wailing on the giant eyeball gave Richie the courage to face his fear. It’s incredibly sweet.
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Like, they’re just so close in every sense of the word, and so… in love, tbh. How comfortable they become around each other again as adults, when they remember each other, seriously makes me livid over Eddie’s death. Like It already took one man from a happily out and gay couple at the beginning of the novel, wouldn’t it have brought this shit full-circle in a much better way if after killing It, Richie and Eddie could triumphantly live their truth together? I mean, I’m not usually one to complain about tragic themes, but boy am I devastated. 

(NOT TO MENTION, each of them is pretty queer-coded, but honestly, there’s a little something to suggest that probably none of the Losers are completely straight.
Eddie especially. (I’d maybe give examples of that on request, but it would include having to find every time Eddie’s terrified of his orientation and sexuality, and every time someone calls him a name, and I’d cry, so maybe not.)

I REFUSE to screenshot Eddie’s death, but Richie takes it the hardest, and it’s just about the most heartbreaking thing in the whole book.

Richie goes on about some of the misfortune he goes through as an adult, romantically speaking, Eddie’s in a pretty bad marriage, I’m so convinced that he and Eddie could have made each other so happy, and that’s what they deserve, dammit. 

Anyway, that’s all I got! I could have gushed over each of these for longer, but this is already such a long post I wanted to simplify it a bit.

Again, sorry this took so long! Thanks for waiting!

Confessions

A drunk!Dean x Reader / fluff

A/N: Hey, it’s me! Just writing two things in one week. (It’s probably going to snow). This is just something that popped into my head, because I love drunk!Dean/Jensen. I hope you guys like it. Your response fuels my writing. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings:
- language.
- implied smut (kind of)

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*gif is not mine.

It was early for you, considering you normally didn’t wake up until at least noon. Looking at your phone, you realized it was only 7 am. Sam wasn’t even awake yet; his bedroom door next to yours still closed. With no windows in the Bunker, it was hard for you to wake up with the dawn anymore, your body used to the sun being your alarm clock. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen, you could hear faint giggling. It was a deep, goofy giggle, and you knew exactly who it was coming from.

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