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Another X-Men headcannon but this time with the big asshole/teddy bear that we’ve come to love.
These headcannons are really fun to do. I’ve come to enjoy doing them lol.
Anyways enjoy!
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Logan Howlett headcannons:

-He has the tough guy/secret teddy bear look.

-Still kind of messed up over Jeans death, but loves you so much.

-You and him joke about how big a dick Scott was, but reminiscing about how angry he got when Logan stole his bike all the time.

-Always has your back, some times he’s just a tad bit too over protective of you and it gets really annoying, which later leads to unwanted fights.

-“Logan he just accidentally bumped into me, that doesn’t give you the okay to beat the shit out of him!”
-“I don’t give a damn if it was an accident, the asshole should’ve been watching where he was going”
-“Goddamn it Logan.”

-Him later feeling like a douche about what happened and making it up to you some how.

-“Get dressed princess we’re going out”
-“for what?”
-“Just get dressed”

-Low key melts every time he looks at you, like fuck, he let you tear down his walls, you’re his world.

-Spoils the shit out of you, and doesn’t give a fuck about what people think, just minor annoyed when people think he’s soft.

-He’s secretly soft, even though you’ve pointed it out.

-Still denied it.

-So whipped for you, but tries to keep up the tough guy look.

-Fails at keeping the tough guy look when you call him at one of his nights out with the guys and leaves to go to you.

-Down time is a must with him, he gets stressed easily, and usually keeps his anger/frustrations locked up. This usually leads to him accidentally blowing up on you.

-Because of this, it landed him a week on the couch, 10/10 tried to sneak back into bed, but you caught him trying it.

-This landed him an extra week.

-He thinks about what it’s like to have kids with you.

-This later leads to a long conversation with Xavier about what he should do.

-Dad goals to the max.

-Gets pissed if someone looks at you. But you reassure him that he’s the only one for you.

-Once got caught being all mushy and smiley with you by Kurt when he accidentally bamfed into the room you were in.

-Kurt was shitting his pants, he best keep his mouth closed because 10/10 Logan will turn into the wolverine asap.

-Later finding out that Logan threatened the smol bean, and lecturing his ear off.

-This lands him another long week on the couch.

-He probably thinks that he should just marry the couch because it’s seen him more than he’d like to admit.

-Long conversations about nothing, just ramblings about how your days been going.

-Logan always looks forward to these ramblings.

-Still suffers from extreme PTSD nightmares, this scares him because he thinks he’s going to hurt you one night.

-You have to reassure him that he’d never hurt you.

-Has a secret nickname that he has for you behind closed doors(like baby girl, or sweet heart) but out in public,it’s usually babe or love.

-Y'all probably gonna get married.

-Who am I kidding, you got married.

-Logan got his kids.

-Both of you are happy as fuck together tbh.

-Logan is legit husband/boyfriend goals.

Okay, look, we need to talk about this moment right here.
And no I don’t mean everyone’s new favorite space pirate and his weirdly sexy little smirk (don’t lie, you love him too. It’s so so weird but it’s true).
There are a lot of people saying that Yondu was kind of a shit father, or that he didn’t care for Peter in the first movie and I’m here to tell you that this is bullshit.
I mean, I’m sure he was a totally shit father by our standards, but holy crap he saved the kid from, as far as he knew, certain death and raised him as a little space pirate and what was he supposed to do? We definitely know pirates have a reputation for jumping on weakness like sharks on blood, and how weak do you think Yondu would look if he didn’t treat Peter like the rest of the crew? Not only that, but if the crew knew he loved Peter they could use the kid as leverage and end up putting him in serious danger.
Still, there’s this scene right here. You cannot tell me Yondu didn’t know when he took the damn orb that there was no infinity stone in it. You just can’t. He’s no idiot, and if he thought there was even a slim chance that something that dangerous was in there, you bet your ass there would be no way in hell he would open it.
So when he opens the orb and sees that, yeah, his tricky little bastard of a kid did exactly what he himself would have done, that little smirk stretches over his face because he is so damn proud. Peter was definitely his weakness all along, and maybe he wasn’t the best dad in the world on the outside, but I’ll be damned if he wasn’t looking out for the little imp in any secret way he could.
I think he did the best he could with a really hard situation, like a lot of parents have to. He knew he was being a shit father, too, knew that the life he gave Peter was damn hard, but he really did the best he could given the circumstances. Peter’s life could have been SO much worse.
I wouldn’t give him father of the year award, but I’d sure as hell give him space pirate father of the year award.

Imagine going hiking with Chris.

You listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album ‘Divide’ and ate Crispy M&Ms, padding along behind Chris and Dodger as the three of you made your way up the Los Liones Trail to Parker Mesa Overlook. Chris chuckled when he glanced back at you because you were more engrossed with your chocolate than you were with the view. You weren’t much of a nature person, he knew that before he started dating you; it was something you made adamant on your first date. But you were the kind of person that tried for the ones you loved, even if you complained half the time. Chris was enjoying the moment now when you still had chocolate and weren’t all that tired, he knew it wouldn’t be long before you starting accusing him for trying to murder you.

“Babe,” Chris stopped in front of you and gestured for you to pull out your headphones; you did and raised your brows at him. “How are you doing?” He quizzed and you shrugged indifferently. “Do you need to take a break?”

“I’m good,” you shook your head. “But fair warning,” you held up your bag of chocolate, “I’m running low on M&Ms.” He chuckled and you bit back your smile, “I’m going to start complaining soon.” You looped your earpieces around your neck as he slipped his hand into yours, walking alongside you instead of in front of you. “Trust you to pick a seven mi-”

“Uh uh,” he cut you off, chuckling. “You still have chocolate, you can’t complain yet.” You tried not to smile as you squinted at him evilly; you pulled your hand out of his so you could continue eating your chocolate. “You really shouldn’t eat M&Ms while hiking, they’re not good for you.”

“Wrong,” you corrected him in a sing-song voice and he laughed. “Dean ate M&Ms while hiking and he killed a Wendigo.” You looked over at Chris, who was rolling his eyes. “So it sounds to me like M&Ms are the perfect hiking snack.”

“That’s a TV show, Y/N,” he countered in a weary tone.

“And you’re not really Captain America, Chris,” you retorted with a smirk.

“Touché,” he chuckled and you giggled, looping your arm with his and pressing a kiss on his jawline. “Do me a favor and keep your playful attitude when your chocolate runs out? It’ll make the next-” he checked his Fitbit, “five miles a lot easier.”

“We’ve only done two?!” You cried and he laughed. “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” He pulled you along when you stopped walking. “Why are you trying to kill me, Chris?” You whined, stomping alongside him. “Ughhhhhhhh,” you groaned.

“Eat your chocolate,” he chuckled and you scrunched your nose at him, displaying your annoyance as you pulled your arm out of his and did as he suggested. “We’re nearly to the top. Once we get there we can just sit, relax, take a few photos, eat our lunch then make our way back down when we’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” you told him with a cheeky grin.

“No you’re not,” he chuckled. “We have to get to the top.”

“Fine,” you huffed and plugged your earpieces back in, letting Ed Sheeran’s voice sooth you as you forced yourself to continue walking. You brushed past Chris and threw an M&M at him, making him and yourself laugh; Dodger followed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly; Chris, on the other hand, stood still and patted his back pocket where your engagement waiting eagerly to live on your finger. He was ready to propose now, but like he said, you needed to get to the top first.
• • • • • • • •
“I’m dying,” you dramatically wailed as you threw yourself on the picnic blanket Chris had laid down on the ground. He laughed as he unpacked the picnic lunch he made for the both of you, it consisted of kid foods: PB&J sandwiches, apple juice, orange slices, chocolate chip cookies, cheese and crackers. You sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled and settled opposite you.

“You berated me for eating M&Ms and this is the healthy lunch you packed?” You laughed as you took a cookie from the box. “Here I was thinking we were going to eat quinoa, I’m so glad we’re eating kid food instead.”

“Kid food?” He chuckled as he poured himself a cup of juice.

“Yeah, the kind of food kids have.” You reached for a triangle cut PB&J sandwich. “When was the last time you ate something like this for lunch?” You quizzed then raised your eyebrows, prompting a continuation from him as you took a bite.

“As a kid,” he answered then laughed when you shot him an 'mm-hm’ look. “But you can’t just classify it as kid food, adults can have it too. You have PB&J sandwiches all the time, not for lunch- but you do have it quite often.”

“That’s 'cause I’m a kid,” you grinned at him and he chuckled. “It is beautiful up here.” You smiled at him then turned away to admire the view, whereas Chris’ eyes stayed locked on you as you were everything beautiful he needed to see. He slightly lifted his butt so he could pull the ring out, he took a deep breath as he held the ring in front of you.

“Not nearly as beautiful as the love of my life,” he said and you smiled and turned back to him. Your eyes widened and your lips parted when you saw what was in his hand. He got on one knee, smiling as he took your left hand in his. “I’ve spent the last two years with you fantasizing about this moment, and now that it’s actually here- I feel like I’m at a lost for words.”

“Chris,” you chuckled nervously, feeling your eyes fill with tears of joy and excitement.

“You are the love of my life, Y/N,” he told you with so much assertion, it made your heart ache. “There is no one I want to see out the rest of my days with, but you. I could even do this hiking thing with you complaining and whining for the rest of my life because all of that is just cute to me.”

“God, I hope we’re not hiking for the rest of our lives because- I don’t think I can do that,” you chuckled and he laughed.

“You are the best thing in my life and I’d be damned if I ever let you get away, so will you please marry me and spend the rest of our lives together?” He asked and you nodded, smiling till it reached your eyes. “Really?” He chuckled and quickly slid the ring on.

“What else did you expect me to say?” You laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “Of course it’s a yes, Chris. I love you,” you pulled away and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so damn much.” He smiled and met your lips for the kiss you were offering. “If you didn’t know that from the way I force myself to come on your stupid hikes, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.” You teased him and he threw his head back, laughing.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Let Her Go


Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 400

A/N: Just a gif blurb. Feeling a little angsty tonight. Hell, it isn’t much, but this is he kind of little thing I used to do all the time. Slowly getting back to it. YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTE, YOU’VE GOTTEN THREE FICS IN THREE NIGHTS. WHAT?! It’s also a part of my 30 days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-FIVE. The line requested was, “If there’s anything worth dying for, this is it.” requested by @teepartyy It’s way more angsty than you hoped for. I’m sorry, but thanks for celebrating with me!

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Keeping It Real

Sometimes it was easy. Sometimes it was hard. On those hard days, Jensen and Jared always made it a point to make me smile, even the tiniest bit.

There were times where I would be off to the side, watching as they did their scene. My morning would have started out like shit, arguing with my folks, and then I would have been driving to the set, wiping away at my tears like I was a fifteen year old girl.

Jensen and Jared would form a plan, like the one they did right now, and sometimes it went through, other times they’d get caught and be scolded for it.

One look at Jensen’s face, and that was the end of it. From a look of utter seriousness, too a stifling giggling mess, I turned away from them, my shoulders shaking with barely controlled laughter.

Jensen always made me laugh. Just by looking at him, he’d literally turn my frown upside down. Turn my darkest days into one of the brightest with his dorkiness.

God, I loved that green eyed man. Loved him too damn much sometimes. He always kept things real for me. Didn’t try to soften the ground beneath me, only confirm that it was there and that I was strong enough to walk on it. Him and his weird as metaphors, man.

But I loved him. Even as he turned his eyes to me, that knowing smile on his perfectly full lips, I knew that he knew that I was okay right then and there.

“Just keeping it real, honey,” he would say after making me smile. “Nothin’ is as real as your beautiful smile. The world needs more of it. I need more of it.”

Damn Jensen and his way with words.


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Why I love Superman and Wonder Woman.

Why do you like them? But they are not supposed to be together. They have traditional love interests. Why are you supporting this relationship? It’s sexist. It’s boring and predictable. They are too alike. They too different.

Well look here, first of all I don’t need anyone’s approval to care for what I respond to in fiction. I like what I like because I am me. I am not you. You don’t even have to agree with me. That’s okay. We can all like what we like. What I don’t appreciate is  people telling me what I should like. Or calling me sexist. I am a female fan and never in all my life have I ever been accused of that. I mean, what the hell? People don’t know my upbringing, my culture, my experience and therefore can’t dictate what should emotionally move me. So yes I flew in the face of tradition and went with this pairing. And that word tradition? It’s important but we never should be a slave to it. If we all stuck to tradition for the sake of it, we’d never have progressed and art and literature would never push boundaries and encourage us to grow and think. We’d blindly accept what we’re fed. 

I never shipped before. Never. I liked romance. But never got too caught up in the details to wonder about the characters and what drove them and how they might evolve and the untold stories. But this one hooked me. Hooked me maybe when I was not even shipping. As a  young girl I saw Lynda Carter’s Diana and fell in love with her and what she could do. Steve Trevor? All I recall was finding him as a kid  kinda yucky. Hey, I was 7. Those things did not really matter to me back then.  I fell for Wonder Woman when she was without a love interest and the same happened when I picked up her in comics. She had no official love interest. Steve having been aged to an older type brother with Etta as his love interest and funnily enough he was really likable. Superman…well I liked the movie. Margot’s Lois, well, she was there. I can’t recall feeling anything strongly for her but again I was a kid. Reeve made the impression. Handsome and heroic. 

Anyway I think Superman and Wonder Woman sort of got into my subconscious starting with the Super Friends. A more innocent time and simple story telling but I really liked when they teamed up and helped each other out. Was cool when I went onto the playground…I was saving people with the boys when we all played heroes. I wasn’t waiting for them to pretend save me. 

I had liked Lois and Clark the TV series but it did not make me ship. Dean and Teri were probably the only Lois and Clark I rooted for because they were Dean and Teri, two very charming actors in a show that was a fun rom com and one that did not really explore the concept of Superman. You can’t have a good Superman story without exploring Superman I believe. If one just wants Clark don’t give him powers or a mission to better the world. You can’t ignore one for the other and I won’t get into the ethics of journalism and what real truth and accountability should entail. That will take me off on a tangent.But it matters. You can’t say you’re for truth or good journalism when you conveniently skip over the very things that defines them. Anyway Kingdom Come pretty much made me reevaluate the way I saw superheroes. Really question the motivations and the actions of heroes and finally see that they could be flawed and yet still heroic. And see things we never saw, like them facing their mortality and falling down and picking themselves up. Just like us. Really asking genuine questions instead of glossing over themes of morality, truth, sacrifice, heroism, aging, mortality, leadership, responsibility etc to preserve the status quo .  

I went and picked up comics because of this graphic novel. I learned more about the heroes as individuals. I grew to love and respect them both. And I started to fall in love with them as a couple even when they were not a couple. Kingdom Come was about the potential but their canon relationship of close friends with some unresolved tension was the foundation.

A relationship could never be seen as predictable if you have no clue what will happen. Even the SM/WW detractors do not know what will happen but we all sort of know the endgame and been on a lot of journeys with the traditional love interests. So those are predictable. Does not make the fact we had many journeys better as well. Another journey and story could very well be just as interesting and if new, even riper for a creative mind to explore. So no, they are not predictable. 

There is nothing sexist about two strong, capable and intelligent individuals working together. If they are in a relationship…it simply brings in a new dynamic of intimacy that you would not get if, say Batman teamed up with Superman. But nonetheless it is a team up of equals. And for those who want to keep Diana out of the book because, according to them, it harms her? Seems to me that is saying there is little faith in her to be able to stand as Clark’s equal. If you want to prove a woman is as capable as a man, then you give her the equal treatment. You don’t avoid the situation. You don’t keep her out of the book. That’s an admission of failure or trying to shield her from being challenged. And a good writer has to step up to the challenge. No longer does Superman get to be the man. The alpha male who saves the day. The writer has to dig deep and actually write a relationship of equals now between a man and woman, who can hold her own, as there is no major discrepancy in their power sets where one has to logically stand by while the other saves. If they were both street level it really makes no difference. They are equals in terms of what they could do, ie their training and experience. Strength is a factor when it comes to the foes created so they can have credible threats or the power set they display. But, again, it does not define their morality. So as a superwonder fan I did not match them up because they are just strong. That’s a misconception spread by detractors who don’t understand the characters. You give them powerful foes because they were created as powerful heroes. No writer has to jump through hoops to make Diana his equal ie giving her convenient powers or making her a plot device to drive the plot to give him a motivation. She was actually created to be his equal because Marston knew there was a genuine need for a strong example of female empowerment. She is an equal in the solving of a problem and dealing with a menace. 

There are some writers who are comfortable with having one hero being the savior and then they compensate for his/her doing the saving by making the love interest somehow indispensable to the character’s maturity, morality and even heroism. I don’t subscribe to that. No love interest should define any hero’s motivation and morality. To say that one person alone is why they care is totally against the reason why these two characters were created. It’s simply pandering. If anyone came and told me Diana needs Steve and Steve alone to value humanity, or he alone somehow is the best of humanity,  I will say NO. Just No. Similarly Clark’s goodness and empathy for his adopted planet is not reliant on one person. Both Clark and Diana have met and interacted with many good people, human and non human. All of these people, along with their upbringing, should help contribute to them becoming the people they are. And with that is the choices they make. One reason I love them is because it has been made clear in previous canon and the new 52 these two would put the world first. It is not about themselves.  To make it about one’s self/ love interest  makes the hero a  weak character. With or without each other they should be able to be heroes and appreciate life. Life is not defined by the life span of one person. They are both characters with longevity. They were created/evolved over the decades that way. To ignore this is to ignore what they are. Maybe this is why in so many Elseworlds Superman runs away, hides, quits or goes evil when life tosses him a curve ball because one love interest is not around. Writers do a disservice to any character when they make it about one person. We wouldn’t expect Lois or Steve’s goodness to be defined whether Clark or Diana lives or dies, would we? I would hope not. They supposed to be individuals in their own right who are brave and good at what they do. Love interests can provide love and companionship etc but certainly all characters, be they heroes or supporting cast, should never be crippled because they can’t romance x or y. 

Diana also challenges Clark. It maybe that it brings a difference of opinion as in Kingdom Come or Sacrifice or The New Frontier or even my favorite JL A League of One…but behind it all is the goal to help save the world. In Doomed she was having none of his let me save you. She would stand with him. Even race him to it. She also takes away that guilt and burden he normally would feel when he has to leave. When they part, it’s to have trust and faith in the other to do the job they know they have to do. She does what needs to be done too. In Doomed Diana was in tears but she had the guts to slay the man she loved to save the world if he turned into a monster. Now that takes so much damn courage and he knew she would do it too. He trusted her to put the world first on so many occasions. When they blew up the nuclear plant to stop Zod and Mongul, they sacrificed themselves, their budding love for the greater good. Clark and Diana cares for the world. Anyone saying they would betray it or their principles I believe does not get who they are and clearly not reading the books. Their love strengthens their resolve and they learning they are  better together.

And challenging is what characters need to grow. To look at things from a different point of view. Be it Clark’s grounded upbringing to Diana’s royal one. They have the same goals in life but different up-bringing. And these contrasts are rich for story telling. Diana, adapting to our world, is always learning too and Clark can provide an insight into the humdrum of everyday life. Does not mean he is teaching her how to act, any more than if he came to live on her island and learn about her culture and her ways.  Every character needs to learn and grow. If any writer has a character so mary sued he/she needs to learn nothing…well there is not point in telling a story about their journey. And if you are a couple, you learn compromise and learning to be together, and at times it can be scary or intimidating. Giving and taking in a relationship is not an affront to feminism. A relationship of equals is about reciprocation.  Soule did this to great effect in Power Couple Vol 1.

They both can truly empathize with what the other has to deal with. They both on some level feel a loneliness due to the fact that they are different.  He is an alien , who hides the truth about himself. The whole world is not enamored with him. That’s got more pathos than everyone suddenly accepting this guy to police them over night. He has to work for their trust.  She is a demi goddess whose birth was a shameful secret and now is  part of a dysfunctional family. Some fans accuse us of pairing up two people only because they are good looking and wear matching colors. Well, first of all I never knew any of their traditional love interests to be plain or even set up as underdogs. If anything the underdogs were always Clark Kent and Diana Prince. They struggled to get the attention of the object of their desire over the years, who were often seen a beautiful and glamorous and handsome and heroic and the best at what they could do. So let us debunk that notion Clark and Diana have it easy as individuals or  as a couple and their traditional love interests had it hard. 

We can all have a ton of friends but it doesn’t mean we will find that one person to love, who will understand what drives us or makes us fearful or understands what it means to feel different.  Their friendship in old canon showed how often they turned to each other to find intellectual and emotional comfort by venting and sharing. It must feel different to have someone you come home to and you tell them about a battle or the people you lost in a battle…they know. They know how that feels. The burdens and the weight of being an inspiration and leadership. They can understand  because they walked in those shoes. And there was never any conditions to their friendship and even now their love. She did not care for him because of what she could get or vice versa. For me, it is so refreshing to read a relationship that is not reliant on the cliched will they/won’t they troupe and one that  is not dysfunctional. Sure they learning and sure they’ll make mistakes…no one is perfect…but I love that both are fairly open and optimistic characters and we  seeing them humanized via this relationship.

For far too often we have been inundated with bad boy/good girl dynamics in media, be it the cad or the moody, damaged soul.  The noble, good man with no psychological hangups is considered by some as boring. And it is commonly the woman who has to fix the damage. Put up with what is essentially BS. And her reward?She gets to sleep with him, he wins her. Oh yay. I eye roll here. I am tired of that. It is a lazy troupe. It is a poor message to send to girls and boys. It goes both ways too. I don’t subscribe to a female character treating a male like crap and then the male gets her as some prize when she finally opens her eyes to see what was always before her. You should be with someone who treats you right. Someone who respects you. Someone who does not abuse you emotionally. Someone who wants to be with you. I could go on and on and if you’re really against sexism, then no way should anyone charge or label  Superman and Wonder Woman as that. He treats her with respect. Loves her. Admires her strength. Diana values him for who he is. She always saw past the glasses. Now and even back then. He always trusted her with his secret. Real love is based on truth, trust and faith. Not dysfunctional and unhealthy dynamics no person would want for themselves or someone they care about. As a confident Amazon, raised to know her worth, who is compassionate, Diana being attracted to Clark makes so much sense. She would be drawn to this man than any other. This noble, grounded, humble man who uses his gifts for good. He is such a contrast to the power hungry Gods of Olympus. She fights for peace, well here is a man who understands the value of that and opts for justice, not vengeance . And sure she could reach out to damage souls but she does not have to sleep with them to do it. (So this is why I never shipped her with moody mission obsessed Batman. No to Orion as well. Friends for sure who she can help but not as  lovers.)  Clark would be drawn to her courage, compassion and her truthfulness and the fresh, honest eyes she would have as a newcomer looking at our world. That she could easily keep up with him and even kick his ass would more than well be a source of fascination. Diana has so many burdens as well. Princess, at times Ambassador and now God of War; how nice to have a companion who is not a jerk or needy. One who is proud to be with you. He learned  from her self acceptance and that he does not need anyone’s approval to be with her. That being open can be uplifting.  And she loves the beard!

I could go on and on, but for me, these two characters hold so much fascination. I hope DC do not end them any time soon. Give them their time this canon.  Some of of us who shipped before have waited years. We saw the potential. Those who came on board now came on board because THIS did the job with them,despite what comics and live media presented. So it’s not as if we did not have a choice. We did. We just prefer this. There is great potential to go beyond the stories we are accustomed to seeing because one couldn’t have Superman or Wonder Woman’s world change too much if something as simple as time was allowed to play out. It was sort of stuck in amber  yet it was making these broad statements about the characters morality/ heroism without any real, deep examination of what challenges they would face over time. Now I think we can push the envelope to explore other themes. And since the new 52 Clark and Diana have constantly been tested.

It doesn’t hurt  Clark/Diana represent the zeitgeist and they inspire so many people in the real world. They’ve opened up channels among fans. So many diverse fans too. Different ages, gender, orientation, races…all mainly very open minded people. We are grateful to DC for being brave and exploring it.. End if the day it’s fiction and it may not last forever. But it won’t stop  me from loving it. I was into it before and most likely be into it after it’s gone. It’s nice to have it and say it is official. Nice to open up the books and read this superwonderful relationship unfolding and not have other disgruntled fans tell you you’re being stupid to ship something that will never be. And you know I have seen so many  positive  things as a result of the coupling being a joint admin for the hellyeahsupermanandwonderwoman blog.  Fans feel encouraged to be true to themselves; to reach and fulfill their own potential and be good to others. To be a Superman, to be a Wonder Woman. It’s basically empowering yourself, whether you find your Superman or Wonder Woman is a bonus. You live up to your vast potential. That is a good message I think for anyone. 

Netflix & Chill

Josh Dun/Reader *SMUT*

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My finger was hovering over the “select” button on my remote. Should I really play the next episode? I’d watched half a season of this show just today. I had almost made up my mind, when suddenly my phone went off. Shining up at me was a picture of the world’s most perfect boyfriend. Joshua Dun. He was on tour, and the simple chance to hear his voice was all I needed. “Hello?” I asked, slightly confused. While it was only about eleven here, it was like four in the morning where they were supposed to be touring.
“Hey! I sent you a surprise, and according to my phone it arrived today. Did you ever get it?”
“Not really. I’ve barely been out of the apartment today. I’ll check in the morning though, I’m kinda tired.”
“It’s an awesome surprise for my three months of being gone. Also, what if someone steals it while it’s sitting in the mail room?” he argues.
“Fine,” I said with an over-exaggerated sigh. I unwrapped myself from my cocoon of covers and went to the front door. I flung open the door and found… Josh holding a pizza box. Pizza was better than any flowers.
I didn’t even say anything as I launched myself into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. One of his hands went to my butt, gripping it gently while the other hand held the pizza. I placed a rough kiss to his lips before showering the rest of his face.
“I thought you weren’t going to be home for another two weeks!” I grinned up at him. Then, I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his scent. His scent was perhaps one of the best ever.
“Something came up. We came back early. Can I come in?”
“Wait. Tyler came back too?” I had no problem with Tyler, but I figured he might have an issue with us. Tyler was my brother, and back in high school, I had been going out with one of his close friends. Needless to say, Tyler found out and it didn’t end well.
“He was tired and decided to head straight home. I’ll ask again, can I come in?”
“Of course,” I told him, trying to get down so I could let him in, but Josh only held me tighter.
“Nope,” Josh smiled, gripping my butt even tighter as he walked inside. He scanned the studio apartment, before heading to my bed. He set the pizza on the coffee table then gently sat down, leaving me wrapped around his waist. “So, Netflix, huh?” he asked me. “What’ve you been watching?”
“Just a show. Wanna watch with me?” I asked him, a grin slipping across my face.
“Sure,” he said, smiling back as he scooted over so I could sit next to him so we’d both see the television. He made up my mind about my previous dilemma, selecting the next episode.
Not even three minutes in, I felt Josh’s hand on my thigh, slowly moving in as he rubbed soft circles, getting closer and closer to the inside of my thighs. Thank god for booty pajama shorts.
“You’re supposed to be watching the show,” I teased him, giving him a very serious look.
“But I see something better,” he smirks at me. With a quick shift of his weight, suddenly, he is leaning over me, leaving me trapped under his arms.
“You did not just say that,” I laugh at his comment.
“It’s been three months since I’ve seen you. Cut me a little slack.”
“Done,” I smile, reaching up to kiss him. Once I had him focused on my lips, I used that moment to roll back over, pinning his hips with my thighs. I smirked down at him, leaning down to meet my lips with his. I felt his tongue play with my lips, begging for entrance while his fingers started to make their way up the edge of my shirt. I granted him entrance to my mouth, and he entered, fighting for dominance. Eventually, I relented.
He easily lifted my tank top over my head flinging it across the room.
“That’s not fair,” I joked, trying to tug off his shirt. Josh helped me, yanking it off and tossing it to join mine. He reached behind me, undoing my bra with ease. “I see you haven’t lost your touch,” I joke. Josh never seemed to have trouble undoing the clasps on my back. He begins to massage and suck my breasts, giving them each the attention they deserve.
This time, he rolls me back onto my back before meeting our lips together in a rough dance. He yanked down my shorts and panties in one swift movement, leaving my to undo his belt and jeans. After a few seconds of fumbling, we’re both left in our underwear, but even that doesn’t last long. I moved my hand towards Josh’s member, but he pushed my hands back up. “No,” he said simply. Josh moves his hand to my core, moving his thumb in circles over my clit as he moves a finger inside of me.
“Fuck,” I moaned. The tension was building inside me, bringing me closer. Josh continued to insert more fingers, building to the climax. He was hitting me in just the right spot, over and over, and I began to reach my climax.
“Fuck. Josh,” I screamed, not caring if any of my neighbors heard us. And then I came undone. This was the best I’d ever felt, I swear to God. Josh slowly pulled away as I finished. “That was amazing,” I told him, a large smile spread across his face. “Now it’s your turn,” a devilish grin spread across my face. I grabbed his arms, rolling and twisting so my thighs were straddled across his hips. I position myself over his solid member, slowly moving. Josh’s hands reached up, harshly grabbing my breasts. I moved myself over his cock.
“Oh, shit,” Josh moaned.
“I know. Josh, I think I’m gonna-” but I was cut off as I felt myself become undone, Josh following shortly after. Once we had both come down from our highs, I rolled off Josh and he pulled me over into his side.
“Damn,” Josh sighed.
“I know,” I laughed, curling closer into him.
“I missed you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips.
“I missed you too. Do you still have that pizza?” I asked, nodding to the box he had set down earlier.
He leaned forward, grabbing the box. “Sex then pizza. God, I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you,” I smiled, kissing his lips as he handed me the pizza box.

***

“WHAT THE HECK?!” I heard someone scream. I quickly sat up, pulling myself from the warm embrace of Josh’s arms and pulling the blankets with me. I looked at the foot of the bed to see… Tyler.
I felt Josh stir beside me, then I heard a mumbling voice say, “Shit.”
“What is going on? I tried calling you, (Y/N), but you’re too busy screwing my best friend. And you!” Tyler pointed an accusing finger at Josh, saying, “I trusted you with my little sister, and you can’t control your dick for five minutes to realize that I’m going to kill you!”
I handed Josh my duvet before jumping off the bed, pulling my flat sheet around me and tucking in the corners so it hopefully wouldn’t fall. “Tyler, it’s not like that,” I pleaded with my brother before I tossed Josh his boxers that were lying on the ground.
“Then what is it like?” Tyler yelled at me.
“We’ve been dating for a while,” Josh started from behind me. He stood behind me, gently pulling me into his side.
“How long?” Tyler demanded. He looked perhaps the angriest I’d ever seen him.
“Like over a year,” I whispered, leaning back into Josh.
“You lied to me for over a year?” Tyler was astounded as he began to pace the floor.
“Withholding isn’t lying,” I tried.
“Yeah, well it isn’t being honest either,” he turned to me.
“I’m sorry,” Josh started, “It just happened one night, and when she told me about that one guy in high school I-I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, and then I realized how much I cared about her, and I knew I loved her too much to lose her.” I smiled up at Josh, hugging him closely to him.
“I. I didn’t know you felt like that,” Tyler stopped pacing and stared at us
“She’s the best thing that’s happened to me,” Josh told Tyler, all while staring into my eyes. I carefully raised onto my tiptoes, leaning in to give Josh a gentle kiss.
“Well, um,” Tyler seemed to have just realized we were standing in front of him mostly naked as he began to advert his eyes, “I came to check in on my sister when she didn’t answer her phone. I wanted to take her to breakfast.”
“Oh! I forgot to put it on the charger after you called!” I told Josh.
“Well, I’ll be waiting outside if you guys wanna go to breakfast with me,” Tyler made a hasty exit for the front door of my apartment. Once he had left, it was like a floodgate had released as me and Josh burst out in laughter. Josh gripped me closely, kissing my forehead.
“Let’s get ready for breakfast.”

Imagine making up with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 Isn’t it good to see a smiling Chris gif again? Ah, it’s good to be back with the sunshine and rainbows. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

“Y/N,” you heard your name over the PA and looked up from your air ticket. “Paging Y/N Y/L/N, please make your way to ‘Gate 43’. This is your final call, 'Delta 1554’ to Atlanta, Georgia will be leaving momentarily. Please make your way to 'Gate 43’ immediately, thank you.”

It was your final call- your final chance to get on the plane to go see Chris and apologize, so why were you still stuck frozen to the plastic seat? You should’ve been jumping up, rushing to the gate so you could go to the love of your life and make things right. But no, you were doing the opposite and you didn’t know why. Well, at least you thought you didn’t. You had the answer to your question, just once again too afraid to admit it. You used excuses instead, convincing yourself it was school and work preventing you from getting on that plane. “You have responsibilities, Y/N,” you’d say to yourself, knowing very well your responsibility to Chris was much more important.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and like the voice from the PA promised, your flight left without you. You stuffed your ticket into your pocket and rose to your feet, enfolding your trench coat around your body as you tied the belt tight around your waist. With your clutch under your arm and your hands in your silk pockets, you made your way to the exit. It was 12:48AM; you’d been sitting at the airport for almost six hours and it was starting to look weird. You thought about going home, but you knew Ava would want to talk to you about the events that had transpired earlier than night; a talk you weren’t ready for. You could’ve gone to your parents’ place, but they were definitely going to question you; the same problem would arise if you went to your older brother’s apartment. All you wanted right now was to be alone, to sit and cry alone. A place you knew you could do that was Chris’ place, so you got into a cab and headed to the last place anyone expected you to go to.

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you and you turned.

You swore you thought you were dreaming when you saw him, you had to pinch yourself because there was no way he’d risk his job to come see your irrational and stupid ass. You pulled your ice cold hands out of your pockets, the air ticket you didn’t use still glued to your right hand. Chris started to make his way over to you with hesitant and careful steps, afraid you were an illusion that would disappear if he got too close. It was insane, the two of you were living out a freaking Hollywood movie. You felt your lips part as words tried to force their way out of your throat; an apology, but you were speechless. All you could do was let him hug you and you hug him in return. A gush of relief flooded your body and you started to cry, grabbing fistfuls of his coat.

“I am so, so sorry,” you both said simultaneously; the hold you had on each other tightening.

You felt him take a deep breath and realized he was breathing you in, reminding himself of the scent he’d been missing for the past two months. He didn’t realize how badly he’d missed you until he had you in his arms; thoughts were even had about quitting his job and retiring so he could be with you. That was how sure he was about you, and how in-love he was with you. You would’ve never let him because not only did you know his career was incredibly important to him, you had faith he was going to be a big Hollywood legend. That was how sure you were about him, and how in-love you were with him. Miscommunication and dishonesty aside, the two of you were perfect for each other.

“I am such a fucking idiot,” you choked out and Chris chuckled with limited humor, disagreeing with you with a shake of his head. “No, I am,” you wanted to pull away to look him in the eyes, but you couldn’t. His arms were so warm and comforting, so full of love and relief; you’d missed those arms. “I should’ve talked to you- I should’ve…” You trailed off because should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I’m sorry, Chris.”

“Hey, stop.” He gently pushed you away by the shoulders and cupped your face in his hands, working his thumbs to brush the tears from your face. It was a mess with your makeup running, but you still looked beautiful to him. “I’m sorry, okay? I said some stupid and hurtful things and- I love you,” he asserted and you smiled. “I love you so much, Y/N. So damn much,” he emphasized as tears started to well in his eyes.

“I wanted to fly to you,” you told him, showing him the ticket that had crumpled in your hand. He chuckled as he took it from you, examining the date. “I bought the ticket and I sat in the airport, but I couldn’t bring myself to get on the plane. I was too afraid you’d turn me away,” you admitted in sheepish voice when his facials prompted an explanation from you. “I got all dressed up for nothing,” you managed a light laugh and Chris smiled, kissing your forehead. “I figured you’d hate me less if I showed up in your favorite dress.”

“Baby,” he chuckled softly as he hands dropped to your waist, pulling your body flush against yours. “I could never, ever hate you.” One hand caressed your face as he dipped his head, kissing your lips tenderly. Your arms snaked around his lower back and you smiled against his lips; lips you thought you’d never get to kiss again. “You are the love of my life,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“And you are the love of mine,” you whispered back. “I am so sorry, Chris,” you told him again and he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your cheek and hipbone. “I am never, ever going to do anything so fucking stupid again. I’m never going to keep anything from you ever again. I’m going to talk so much, you’re going to want me to sew my mouth shut.” He laughed, pecking your lips again. “I love you,” you chuckled softly.

“I’ve missed you,” he smiled with eyes filled with adoration. “The past five days have been utter hell, sweetheart.” You chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I have so much to tell you that- we’re not going to get to do anything naughty before I have to head back to Atlanta.” You laughed and he smiled; he’d missed that too. “And believe me, naughty things are all I want to do right now. You know what this dress does to me,” he winked and you bit back your smile. “Honestly,” he chuckled and pulled you back in for a tight hug, “it’s just good to see your face.”

“Likewise, Captain,” you hugged him tightly too, closing your eyes and breathing him in. “Likewise.”

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Epilogue (I can’t wait for y’all to read the epilogue. I think this epilogue consist of my favorite moment between them so far.)

I’ve kept this chapter quite fluffy and cute, and happily domestic too. It should tide over nicely into the next chapter where the drama picks up again. Hope you all enjoy!

Prompt[s]: That was…kinda expected, given you write so sweetly, but a HUG? Like, a nervous, full-on body touching, consoling hug? That’s new, for sure… I love it!

Oh my god. This was just wow. I can’t even. Im giggling like a damn school girl

..so she lives there, now, huh? Can we expect some “domestic” fluff or is that too much to ask?

‘The Tower’ (Part 15)

Part 14

Loki was still awake. He hadn’t slept all night. He couldn’t explain it but there was something… strange, and new, about knowing that when you awoke that morning, you would have no intention of leaving. You were actually here to stay. He had company; company he… enjoyed.

“Good morning,” came a sleepy voice from the bedroom doorway. Loki turned and cleared his throat. You yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before trudging further into the room. You were still in your clothes from the night before, tattered and damaged from your run through the forest, but evidently still suitable for sleeping in.
“Good morning,” he replied.

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It’s so good to finally see Kara this excited and happy! She no longer has to make a choice between being Supergirl over having a relationship anymore. She can finally have both! She can be truly happy and less alone. She can now love without worrying too much because she found someone who can be her partner in fighting for justice and in her personal life as well. Can we not give Supergirl a break at least and let her have a moment of bliss even for a minute or two before going back to action?! I think we owe her that for all the saving she’s done. She can damn well live her life the way she wants it to be and if she chose to be with Mon-el, then who are we to oppose??

                                                hey you guys!!

Did you all see this awesome discovery by the lovely & brilliant proudcaryler

It’s been three damn years, and countless rewatches of that scene and I still never caught this tiny gesture. xP 

But now that I see it, I like it. :D Very much. Look at how he’s just stroking her arm like he knows how painful this is and wants her to know he’s there. <3 

Because he feels his presence would help her. (Which it does, even if Carol is in too much shock and pain to be aware of it at this point in time.) 

Anyway, we’ll go ahead and file it under the ‘moments where Caryl touched so fucking small you had no idea you needed to know about them but you definitely doooo’ category!

Many thank yous to proudcaryler for the usage of her video so I could make this gif. (Because I’m a nut like that, that, yes, I had to gif it. iregretnothing)