i loved this bit way too much

Buddhists and Christians

‘To what degree do you think being Christian is compatible with being Buddhist?

I think it is quite possible. There are also things Buddhists can learn from the experience of our Christian brothers and sisters. Recently, during a visit to a Catholic monastery, I found that the monks I met there had many things in common with Tibetan Buddhists. With some aspects, such as poverty and contentment, I find the ways of the Christian monks to be better than those of our own monks. I think some Tibetan monks have perhaps a bit too much comfort. Just as Tibetan monks could learn a few things in this respect from Christian monks, Christian followers could in turn learn certain techniques for developing love, compassion, one-pointed concentration, and for improving altruism, from their Tibetan counterparts. I think with these topics it is possible to borrow those techniques specific to Buddhism, and I have Christian friends who do this. When different religions come together, there is a great deal they can learn from each other.’

- The Dalai Lama, Beyond Dogma, The Challenge of the Modern World.

anonymous asked:

Hi I just read that awful anon thing about you cleaning and as someone with anxiety and depression (amongst other issues) I have to say that cleaning my room can be the hardest thing I do but afterwards im excited and feel like I climbed a mountain and made it to the top. I'm happy it makes you happy also and maybe if people weren't so bitter and were happy that little things can make others happy (even if it doesn't to them) then maybe it'd be a nicer world. -Abra-cat-dabra

I feel this way too! I’m just glad there’s people out there who understand, thanks for the kind words. <3


(Everyone else who sent me lovely asks thank you so much, I’m going to stop posting them however as I don’t want one tiny unimportant bit of negativity to dominate my blog :)

anonymous asked:

I wanted to say that, regarding Emelaigne, I'm glad that from what I've seen so far she really is as sweet and kind as everyone says she is. I feel like nowadays whenever people say a character who isn't the main character is sweet then it turns out that character is actually mean or messed up in some way. Back in Locked Heart you don't know how long I was waiting for you to reveal that Gold is actually evil or something. But no, Gold was a sweetie and it seems Emelaigne is too. I love that!

Oh I’m glad you liked that bit! Thank you so much! :)

otome-otaku101  asked:

Ahh~ welcome back mun ✿ it was getting a little lonely for me (づ-̩̩̩-̩̩̩_-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)づ I hope you're doing okay. Much love for mun, Saizo & Yuki ♡

Mun: I’m a bit on and off with some unfortunate things and thank you for welcoming us back.

Yuki: L-love?!

Yuki: We love you too.

Saizo: Little lord, they mean in a committed way.

“I think I really do hate you.” He spat.
“Charming.” I said.
“I’m not joking around. I don’t mean I hate the way you laugh a bit too loud or hate the way your handwriting changes everyday. I don’t mean I hate how you only wear black or hate how you wear too much perfume. I mean I hate the way you destroy anything that comes even a bit close to you. I hate the way you feel the need to treat others how one damn person, one single person treated you. It isn’t fair. You don’t play fair.” He replied through gritted teeth.
“You still love me though, right?” I smiled.
“That’s the problem. I was fine before I met you, and now I’m stupid. No matter how much I hate you I’ll still love you. And the worst thing is, you warned me. You said yourself. You said that you don’t like the person you are. I said everyone loves you. And then you said you don’t deserve that. I said you do. But you don’t. You don’t deserve love because you don’t know what the hell to do with it.” And he grabbed his keys.
—  “I was fine before I met you.”
6

“In your darkest moments of despair, when you see a world torn apart by war, I want you to remember the Salmon Cannon and think: we can do great things!” - John Oliver

Thank you
—  For always being you when the sun goes down. We’re all sorts of words, but never isn’t one of them. You’ve invited my words to poetry slams, and I’m sorry about never attending. I’m a bit self conscious, love does that. I’m still learning and the wind is still blowing. I’m a hurricane still reassuring the trees that I won’t bend them. This is the only way that I know how to love people. This is the only way I know how to love you. Some nights I’m just me, I’m just normal. I’m not that special, I’m not great. I’m not too colorful. I’ve got much to learn, but as long as you’re still here. I’m still willing to get up. I’m still willing to be. And as simple as that may sound, I just wanted you to know this one thing– thanks for being my best friend when the wind forgets about its own strength. Thanks for being the protein in my bones. Thanks for being the metaphors in my poems. Thanks for being love, when love decided that I wasn’t good enough. Thanks for loving me, when I can’t even love myself. Thanks for being you, for always being you. Thanks for making my lungs breathe a little lighter than forever because if I had it my way– you’d be lined up with gold. Stars brighter than any constellation, you’re my favorite kind of poetry. And I love you so much for that.

i feel like vilde is going to be that girl who like, knows she’s into girls when she graduates high school but then she gets to uni and takes her first women’s studies class and spends the whole term having a Revelation and that revelation is literally just holy shit i love women???? and not always in a sexual or romantic sense, but just reading all these incredible women writers and theorists, learning about all the amazing women who have broken ground in every field, rethinking all she’s ever known about history once she realizes the ways women and their contributions have been systematically erased and feeling all the pain and indignation for them, as well as all the pain and indignation she feels for herself that it took her this long to find out about it. just vilde finding a whole world of writing and of thought about women, written by women, focused entirely on women and their relationships with each other and the power contained there. and the more she learns, the more comfortable she starts to feel with expressing that she’s drawn to women, that she’s fascinated by them, that she thinks most everything they do is fantastic. and a lot of that is intellectual, but a lot of it also starts to loop back into what she’s still discovering about her sexuality and how much she loves like, the way women dress and how they smell and the sounds of their laughs and the shapes of their bodies and what they can do with them, and it’s all just like !! holy shit!! she loves women!!! more than she ever thought was possible, but every day she finds something new, and it’s amazing. women are amazing. w ow.

Genuine

Bit on the ‘what if’ side of things, but I think we would all want a girl like this for Harry, in one way or another. (On a side note this is my all time favorite gif of him) 

Let me know what you thought, here, loves! I am accepting requests :-)

Originally posted by 1dcaradelevingne-blog


Harry had a habit of keeping you close.

Always, but most especially when it came to being out in public. The fans, well, it was no surprise that despite their dedication they were a bit much at times. Not just with their words, but their actions too. He wanted to protect you from it, because as much as he loved his fans, he loved you more.

He kept you tucked tightly to his side whenever he could, whether it was you two grabbing some food or simply leaving for a quick stroll, he didn’t like you being too far away. It was this fear that had kept him from admitting his feelings to you and from taking the jump from really good friends to significant others. His life was crazy, and he didn’t want that to affect you. Even when you two had been the best of friends, he had kept you hidden from the public eye. You were his, and his alone, private, a hidden treasure of sorts and he wasn’t quite ready to share you with anyone else, let alone the world.

Even today, he’s gripping your hand a bit too tightly as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. Admittedly, it’s a bit crazier than usual. It’s one of the boys’ biggest concerts on this tour, which is exactly why Harry had insisted on flying you out for it. It’s not that you hadn’t seen the boys perform before, you had. You’d been backstage at the X factor and with Harry every step of the way since then. However, you had never been to a show in the U.S., and Harry knew better than to listen to your protests of the plane ticket being too expensive. “Doesn’t matter, love. Want yeh here.”

It really came as no surprise then,  that the fans are lined up outside the hotel in a gregorious multitude, and that the roped polls and army of men dressed in black and appointed to your protection  looked significantly tiny in comparison.  The concert isn’t until tomorrow, the boys getting a much needed day of rest before. Or, they had planned.

You can’t help but look around in awe at all the commotion. Despite the lack of red carpet under your feet, you feel like you are indeed walking one. The fans are screaming left and right, startling bright signs waving around carelessly in exchange for even a second of the boys’ attention. There’s crying too, a lot in fact. You can hear it from all different directions as breathless pleas and sobs echo back and forth around you. The other boys were already inside the hotel lobby, behind the glass doors and away from the quiet roar of the crowd. They had opted to make Harry and you sit in the very back seats that the car offered, something about not wanting to lose lunch being their reason. Harry’s still stringing you along, mindful that you’re taking it all in but hurrying to get the pair of you inside as one of the bodyguards on his right is talking to him about god knows what.  His head is low as he listens intently to what the man is saying. When Harry’s career had first taken off, he would come home every once in 

awhile and be ecstatic about the fans, telling you stories about how heartfelt they were. It was so endearing to watch him, his green eyes alight as he recalled to you the moments that stood out to him in the sea of press releases and talk shows and signings. As time went on, though, it wasn’t that his stories diminished but rather the light in his eyes did. He still had lots to tell you, but you knew Harry well enough to know something was wrong under the surface. 

“Already tired of the fame, Styles?” You had teased him with a  quirk of your eyebrow. 

His head had snapped up from his phone at that, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “No. Never. Yeh know that, love. S’just…” He mumbled, trailing off as he closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. 

You had frowned at that, leaning across the booth and grabbing his wrist in your fingers. 

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, dragging his hand away from his face. He sighs, opening the tired eyes you had been avoiding to acknowledge since he came back. 

“They’re lovely, the fans. I would never question that, yeh know? We wouldn’t be anything without em. I- we, owe them so much.” He rambles, eyes narrowed as he tries to find the right words. 

“Harry.” You whisper softly, releasing his wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Look at me.” You demand after a quick beat. 

He does, blinking at you. 

You shake your head at him gently, “You don’t have to convince me love, I know exactly who you are. S’me you’re talking too, remember?”

His shoulders had sag a bit at that and after a little more coaxing he had admitted to you that it was exhausting at times, but there isn’t a thing he would change.

“Harry, you’re entitled to be tired. You handle it so well, you know that don’t you? All those interviewers looking to get a rise out of you.. You’re wonderful, Harry, and I’m glad I’m not the only who knows that.” You had responded with a squeeze of his hand.

He had flashed you a grateful smile in response.

“Although, I can say it was easier when thousands of girls weren’t pining for you, love.” You tease with a smirk, earning a loud chortle of laughter from him and a shake of his head, brown curls flopping around.

“S’only one girl I fancy, really.” He responds, lifting his hand to his mouth.

And you’re just about to enter the hotel, a mere few steps from the stairs when you spot the neon sign. It’s hard not to see it, really, but the words scrawled onto it is what causes you to come to a  stumbling stop. Harry comes to a stop too when he has to tug on your hand, your grip loosening from his. He’s instantly alert, ignoring the babbling man next to him as he lifts his head and turns over his shoulder to look at you. You’re turned away from him, staring somewhere off into the crowd and he wants to grab your attention, lean forward and grab your hand once again but he knows you’d only stop if it was important.

You don’t wait to offer him even a look of explanation as your step away from him, backtracking a few feet. The bodyguards and security members they have stationed behind you two and babbling away into their walkie talkies, spreading the news of the sudden stop. You’re stepping dangerously closer to the poll, the fans all screaming at you but you seem unphased. “Harry, she can’t just-” One of the bodyguards begins to lecture, and Harry knows he should say something. He takes a step forward to call after you, the guards around him mimicking his moves and keeping a tight box around him. But that’s when he notices the sign the girl you’re headed for is holding. He feels his heart pang a bit, every time he reads one of those signs he feels so.. Powerless. Him, big star Harry Styles who feels as if he’s the most menial man in the world were confronted with those ferocious words. Through twitter dm’s and instagram comments, to the posters he’d seen and the things he’d heard about fans, young girls thinking such disheartening things. He felt most frustrated with this, out of everything that came along with his career. 

You’re stepping closer to the fan whose eyes are wide as she lowers the sign and her mouth takes a widening ‘o’ shape. The guard closest to you grabs your elbow a bit possessively, causing Harry to frown. You turn, looking down at your elbow and up at the guard and although he can only see the side of your face Harry knows you’re giving the burlish man the sweetest of smiles. He’s talking to you in an urgent voice but you shake your head at him, extending the arm he isn’t holding onto to pat his forearm gently. Harry smiles a bit, the tension between his eyebrows unfolding. He recognizes the action all too well, it’s the one you give him when he’s worried or stressed or simply frustrated. A simple pat to the cheek and a kiss to his forehead with a placating, “Relax, love. You’ll be just fine.” The bodyguard, fond of Harry, turns to give him a questioning look and Harry nods at him. He releases your elbow, and you unaware of the exchange step closer to the fan.

You smile at her, black letters painted across her flushed cheeks, 1D taut against her freckled skin. You lean forward and offer your hand, and she carelessly drops the sign to the floor to hold on it. 

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” You ask over the roaring girls around you, everyone spreading the word that Harry Styles’ girlfriend is speaking to fans. 

“C-caroline.” She stutters, eyes wide and voice trembling not nearly as much as her hand is in yours. 

“That’s a lovely name, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond with a smile. 

“I know who you are! I mean- I..” She stutters, ashamed of her sudden outburst. 

You smile at, flushing yourself. “I saw your sign, Caroline.”

  Her eyes go wide and her face drops to stare at said sign, laying on the ground with the word side facing up. Harry, you saved my life. 

She glances up at you, eyes swimming a bit. Caroline clears her throat, blinking at you, “Can I tell you?” She gestures to the sign with her foot.

You nod at once, and she begins to spill as much of her story as she can, tripping over the details and gasping with deep breaths to share enough in the short time you two have together. You nod along when you can, encouraging her with your eyes. The girls, around you and maybe a bit farther away too have fallen quiet as well.

When she’s done, you smile at her. “Oh, love. I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles at you and even without the cameras on you, you would’ve considered your words just as carefully.

You clear your throat a bit and you address not just Caroline but all the girls around you, You shake your head at her, bringing your other hand up to sandwich hers between yours. “Being a teenager is a  proper pain in the arse, isn’t it?” You ask, addressing the girls around you two that leaning on their toes to get a better angle with their smart phones and listen to your words.

They laugh in response to your inquiry, nodding. You grin at them, taking in all of their wide eyed faces and expectant stares.

“I hope-” You stop at that, biting your lower lip and shaking your head before you start again, “I want you all to know it gets better, yeah? I know it seems like it won’t ever end or get better, but I promise you it does. And you’ve got to keep your pretty heads up. Focusing on the good things, it’ll help loves. Good people, good books, I mean you’ve already got good music to keep you company.” You add with a smile.

The girls nod all together and you feel your heart swell a bit when Caroline finally flashes her smile at you.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Caroline. Should wear it more often.” You offer as a parting sentence, before you pull your hands away from hers and wave at the group before turning back.

“Wait! Could- do you mind signing this?” Caroline cries, sign outstretched towards you. 

Your eyebrows furrow together, “Me?” 

“Yes, you’re awesome!” She screams, causing you to laugh. 

“I haven’t got a pen..” You mutter slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the bodyguard who gives you a pressing look. 

“I’ve got one, pet.” A warm voice says as a hand slips around your lower back. You turn and see Harry beaming at you with a pen in his hand. 

“Thanks, love.” You respond as you sign it for Caroline before she asks for Harry’s, who obliges, and after that the fans pick up the ir screaming again hand outstretched and waiting to grab at your boyfriend. 

“Let’s go yeah, unless yeh want to stop for anymore detours.” He mumbles into your ear before pressing his lips to your temple.

 “No, no, let’s go.” You nod and let him lead you towards the stairs, waving at the girls one last time.

The glass doors shut behind your and the other boys have taken a seat in the waiting area, standing up with a dramatic sigh when you two finally enter. You shoot them a quick look before Harry is towering in front of you with his hands locked tightly around your waist.  

You glance up at him hesitantly, expecting a scoff with a wild “what were yeh thinkin’ love?” but instead a met with a warm smile. Harry’s smile. His dimples are popping and his eyes are shining and you know it’s not from the reflection of the florescent lights in the hotel lobby. 

“What’re you smiling about?” You ask, leaning up to poke his dimple.

 He chuckles, turning his face to press a swift kiss to your finger. “Jus’.. happy, sweetheart.” He mumbles, leaning forward and impatiently kissing your forehead. 

You hum, gripping the fabric of his jacket and pulling yourself closer to him. The cameras outside are probably having a field day with what had just happened and Harry’s sudden burst of affection. “She was lovely, wasn’t she? Caroline.” You clarify, glancing back out the glass doors at the still boisterous fans. 

“She was.” He agrees, one hand reaching up to tilt your chin back in his direction.

You humph at him, “Needy, aren’t you?”

His response is a grunt and pressing his thumb deeper into your chin, before he grabs it and brings you forward in a scorching kiss.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours and puff puffs of breath warm against your cheek, he speaks, “Thank yeh for that, love. Yeh didn’t have to.. That was sweet of yeh. That girl’s gonna remember that for a long time.” He mutters, kissing your cheek.

It was the exact genuity that had attracted him to you in the first place. How simply it came to you to make someone else’s day better without a second thought. 

You smile at him, eyes narrowed in confusion, “All I did was talk to her, give her a listening ear. Anyhow, she adores you  and I reckon if we could leave her a little piece of you, she’d have something to cheer her up a bit. At least for a while, you know help keep her grounded. ”  

Harry shakes his head at you, ringed fingers brushing across your cheek, “Yeh did so much more than that, angel.  Don’t think those girls are gonna be thinking about me at all. The difference yeh just made…“ He trails off before clearing his throat and restarting, “Love yeh. Yeh know that, right?”He gripes suddenly, forehead bumping against yours to punctuate his words. 

You give him a genuine smile, laughing slightly as you tilt your head up to brush your nose against his lightly, “Love you, Harry.” 

Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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anonymous asked:

WOW WOW WOW!!! I just discovered your art and it is AMAZING! I love the way you draw Jesper, he looks SO COOL. Also your raven cycle art is really, REALLY beautiful. Thank you for blessing us all with your fabulous art.

OMG!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND!!!!!!! jes thinks you’re pretty cool too 

So, I could be totally wrong, but I feel like the writers are definitely getting Bellamy to a point in which he realizes he needs to let Octavia go and not let her control his life.  

For three and a half seasons now, MANY of his motivations and choices have centered around Octavia, and it’s finally time that he lets that go a bit. I feel like she holds him back from growing up, in a way. He needs to take care of himself and start to create his own path without her. 

In fact, it’s my belief that Bellamy can’t fully move on (create his own life and fall in love for real) until he lets Octavia go. For too long, he’s allowed O to take up too much space in his heart. It’s time he grew up and let O go, and I feel like the Blake story this season is meant to finally get us to that point. 

Just my two cents. 

So. Jemma Redgrave. THE Jemma Redgrave. This one, right here:

Originally posted by eve-granger

She was in my dream last night. And we were flirting. Really flirting. At her house. Or it could have been heaven. They may be the same thing. No offence, but I basically spent much of the dream on a promise.

Originally posted by nervouspearl

And I think we kissed at the end but it’s doing that dream thing where the more I think about it the hazier it gets. I was happy just to spend the night being hopelessly in love with her, in her presence, to be honest.

Originally posted by eve-granger

And baby I won’t ever forget why out of 7 billion people in this world, I will always choose you. Because you were the warmth I found on a cold night while half of the world is asleep. The one whose hands I will always yearn in the midst of a crowded street. Whose scent I won’t forget even if I can’t actually see you. Every time I would feel that the burden is too much for me to carry, you’d push yourself to lighten off the load even just for a little bit. And when I found you, in the most unusual way, I told myself “this is the person I wouldn’t mind not seeing for the whole day as long as I’d get home with him waiting for me.” Because that’s the kind of love everyone deserves to have. That’s the kind of person everyone should look for. Someone who understands that your silence means more than just protecting yourself from those who keep on hurting you. Someone who keeps on trying to reach out to you no matter how hard you shut yourself off. Someone who will be your light when you’re walking in the dark even if you keep on pretending you don’t need anyone else. Someone who will see past your tainted soul and accept every flaws because without it you’re incomplete. Someone who won’t insist on helping you pick up the broken pieces but will stay by your side as you try your hardest to fix yourself.

SUNMOON POKEDDEX DAY 4 - Favourite Water Type: Primarina

There were quite a few interesting water types in gen 7 but I chose Primarina because not only it surpassed my expectations it only has a lovely concept. I do have some personal issues with it though, mostly regarding the design and its functionality and also the fact that it’s a tad too much “ocean primadonna princess” and a bit too little “slightly menacing siren” though there is something slightly unsettling about it. In a good way.

Anyway, since like 50% of the design seems to be some kind of accessory I chose to interpert the mane and some of the frills as seaweed because I just couldn’t bring myself to make it actual hair. I thought that being such divas Primarina most likely like to accessorize themselves with things they find in the sea. Trainer owned Primarina probably have better accessories but the wild ones will need to settle with things like seaweed and garbage that is thrown into the ocean. I would probably choose to do things differently later on, with more time and effort, but this is what I got for now. Still, it’s a very nice Pokemon.

Nina’s Fic Recs

Week 2 - In which Nina realizes she reads way too damn much oops

Date Night by @impalaimagining - Sam x Reader, bit of angst, smut.  Man, when Sam apologizes, he really brings out the big guns… HOO BOY.

In The Beginning by @cleverdame - Daddy!Sam x Reader drabble of sorts, heartbreakingly cute fluff. Just… sweet, loving, gentle, nervous first-time Daddy!Sam. IM NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

Escape by @lipstickandwhiskey - Sort of Dean x Reader, kind of angst. Warnings for some torture/violence. Reader is an absolute badass, and while we all like the idea of being badass enough to save ourselves, who wouldn’t want knight-in-shining-armor Dean Winchester riding to the rescue??

Just Another Monday by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing - Dean x Reader, fluff. Oh Dean… so oblivious. Your feelings aren’t gonna bite ya know… 

All Is Beautiful Pt.1 Pt.2 by @cleverdame - Sam x Reader series, Angst, smut, and fluff (the whole shebang lol). Some sexual themed violence, so heed the warnings. This is just everything Sam is, all wrapped up into one fic… the sweet, sensitive, fierce, amazing protector and hunter we all care about. What I wouldn’t give to be able to run away with him.

Close Every Door by @jotink78 - Dean x Reader series (completed), mostly angst with a happy ending.  Some heavy descriptions of torture, so definitely heed the warnings.   I just started reading this series the other day and ITS SO GOOD I blew through the whole thing in a day I just COULD NOT put it down. 

First and Last by @scorpiongirl1 - Sam x Reader, A/B/O dynamics, SMUT. Uhmm. Holy fuck. Dayummm. Just… damn. Stock up on batteries/towels/water bottles/what-have-you before you read this one, kay?

Mysterious Hazelnut by @deanwinchester-af - Sam x Reader, fluff. This story is the kind of coffee shop AU that gives me unrealistic expectations about coffee shops…. like, WHY CANT THIS EVER HAPPEN TO ME ITS SO CUTE AND PERFECT 

This gif drabble by @cleverdame - Sam x Reader, smut. Ok so I know her writings are on here like 3 times but I just discovered her this week so I’ve been slowly reading over her Master List so forgive me… And uhhhh for this one, I’m gonna need a minute over here… and maybe a change of undies.

Laundry Day by @moonlitskinwalker - Dean x Reader, maybe a little bit of fluff, and smut. Domesticity looks DAMN GOOD on Dean Winchester. Also, WHO WOULDNT WANNA WEAR HIS SHIRT… AND ONLY THE SHIRT???

This gif drabble by @impalaimagining - Sam x Reader, smut. No one in their right mind would consider that either Winchester would ever have trouble… ya know…. getting the job done… But man, do you have all kinds of fun finding a workaround ;)

Wanna Build A Snowman? by @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog - Sam x Reader, fluff. We just had a huge snowstorm here and now I’m so sad that there’s no Sam to come and play with me

The Oldest Man In The Room by @winchester-with-wings - Steve Rogers x Reader, fluff. Oh my god I have never heard of anything more romantic than Steve Rogers, dressed as Captain America, being dropped from the sky practically into your lap by Tony Stark (as Iron Man). WAY better than flowers and chocolate :D

A Time To Celebrate by @littlegreenplasticsoldier - Cas x Reader, fluff. Oh my god, Cas, could you BE any more adorable??? I just love how seriously he takes things; this man does not know how to do (or more importantly, FEEL) anything halfway. One can only hope that intensity and passion will eventually translate into the bedroom…..

Sweet Relief by @winchestersnco - Nurse!Sam x Reader, fluff, smut. Another “oldie” but definitely a goodie. Just…. 10,000k+ words of PURE AMAZINGNESS 

The Fair Sun by @lipstickandwhiskey - Dean x Reader, slight angst, fluff.  I will literally NEVER tire of the trope where boy and girl are so totally in love with one another but are SO BLIND to the fact that their love is most DEFINITELY not unrequited. Like it’s just SO DAMN OBVIOUS and yet they still need a friggen Norse god to literally beam down from the sky to tell them to get their heads outta their asses. Amazing. 

And that’s it for this week! Now go read these - y’all have a lot to catch up on ;)

A Matter Of Truth

PAIRING: reader x Natasha Romanoff 

WORD COUNT: 1.9k 

WARNINGS: tiny bit of swearing 

REQUESTED BY: @mcuimxgine​ You want nat? i’ll give you nat! (i love her way too much)Could you do a Nat fic where the reader and her a secretly dating and when ever one of the avengers or someone hits on her she gets really really jealous. And like they have to go undercover and the reader has to hit on some guy to get information, and Natasha gets really really jealous, so like once their target leaves she basically power walks to the reader and makes out with her. Making the avengers (expect clint bc its clint) shocked

Ayyyyyeeeee my first Natasha fic! Thank you Hannah for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it darling xxx 

GIF NOT MINE 

Originally posted by loveholic198

You liked to think of yourself as an open person, you welcomed interactions with friends and strangers alike. Maybe it was your trusting demeanor that made people tell you their secrets, their fears, passions and desires. To say you were a successful spy was an understatement; you served the Avengers well in this regard. But even though you extracted other people’s secrets for a living, keeping your own was hard. Especially when you wanted nothing more in this world than to scream out at the top of your lungs that you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were in love with Natasha Romanoff despite your promise to her to keep it a secret.

Keeping a relationship from your friends was harder than it appeared. You didn’t want to lie to your team makes but Natasha insisted, not that either of you was worried in the slightest at what the others might think of the relationship (if the far off gazes that Steve and Bucky gave each other were anything to go by) You both new that given the chance an enemy of yours or even Natasha’s could exploit your relationship, use either on against the other. It was difficult but the less people knew, the better. However sometimes that didn’t sit well with your girlfriend.

“I should clip his wings” Nat grumbled as she ran your fingers through your damp hair, massaging your scalp. You chuckled moaning in appreciation as her fingers found a pressure point.

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