i might be missing a few

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think if sully ever made Nate finish his education? Like online school or something?

I think Sully would be hard pressed to make Nate do something, especially early on in their partnership, so I feel like he’d probably suggest it to Nate a few times but it would never really amount to anything. With them bouncing around different states and countries for jobs, it would be difficult I think for Nate to get a formal education. That, and it would raise a lot of questions about Sully not being his legal guardian, Nate’s huge lack of ID and paperwork, and the fact that he’s registered as a missing person in Boston.

Soooo probably not? Sully might pick up some math books or try to teach Nate on the DL when they have free time, but I don’t know if it would be anything official.

The Lost Special: The One Way to Tie Up Every Loose Thread

In the last month this corner of the Sherlock fandom has thrown out a multitude of ideas for a narrative that could potentially resolve every last inconsistency in Sherlock series 4. Not knowing it, this community has debated different readings – all perfectly valid with only minor holes in logic – but have missed how they might all fit together into an intricate puzzle, each reading validating the other.

I have found one way to connect every loose thread.

Topics resolved include:

– EMP Theory vs “TFP as John’s TAB”: why both readings are meant to be exposed to the viewer (but we just found them too early)
– Benedict’s insanely long monologue they mentioned him having in Series 4.
– How another episode would only be comprised of a few new scenes
– Mary’s character development drifting far from her original plotline
– Moffat’s Doctor Who narrative that includes Toby Jones as a Dream Lord and what that means for Amy in “Amy’s Choice” and Sherlock in The Lost Special.
– How POVs intertwine in TFP, and how TPLOSH inspired the way The Lost Special would end.
– The entire bizarre nature of Series 4
– Breaking the 4th Wall
– The focus in The Six Thatchers on “The Duplicate Man”, “Twins”, “Two places at once”, and “Dead AND alive”.
– Three Garridebs
– Benedict claiming “Love conquers all” while Steven Moffat facepalms.

So if you want to know the one way this could all work, check out the rest of this post. But hear me out until the end, suspend your disbelief until you’ve finished, because regardless of whether or not you believe we’re getting The Lost Special, this reading which combines everything we’ve talked about for the last year is definitely arguable and until something else gets proposed, it is the one I’m sticking with til the bitter end.

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In Case You Missed It - Masterpost

I’m not sure if you guys have noticed, but tumblr has been full of *stuff* lately. Everything keeps getting buried.  Because of that, I’ve decided to help everyone out with a list of a few fics/drabbles that you might have missed.  No, this isn’t me pimping out my own fic; this is fic that was either sent to me because I asked for people’s personal favorites, or fic that I’d noticed went unnoticed.  So, read all of this.  Now.  Because I said so. 

Things You Said You Loved About Me by @alittlemissfit –

*A beautiful prompt inspired drabble that takes place between IWTB and the Revival.  It offers us a little insight to Scully’s state of mind while on the run, and a peek into their world while living out of suitcases.  It’s beautiful.

Prompts 33 & 53 by @baronessblixen

*Oh man.  Drunk/high!Mulder is something we don’t get often enough, and this little diddy gives us that in all of it’s glory.  This was such an enjoyable read, and it may have produced a little giggle out of me (which is hard to do).

All the Little Things by @frangipanidownunder

*Are you a sucker for anything cancer arc? Yeah, me too.  This hurt my heart in all the right ways, and I loved every. freaking. second. of it. 

Ripper Weather by @sunflowerseedsandscience

*A casefile!  Written recently!  How the hell did we miss this??  Casefiles are so freaking rare these days, so you better run like motherfellas and get to reading this.  

Two Spooky Agents Get It On Over Some Redwood by @twospookyagents 

*HOO BOY this was fun!  If you need fun smut in your life, then this is the answer to your prayers.  Such a great read by some really awesome authors. Bonus:  There’s a part 2!

 The Things She Carries by @edierone

*Phew, I need a minute… *fans self*  You will need many cold showers after reading this series.  I just…wow.  Wow. 

Shear Bliss by @bohoartist – 

*This is the new holy grail for “On the Run” in character smut biscuits.  It has everything you could ask for, everything you could envision about their sexy times when the angst had to be at an all-time high.  

A Preponderance of the Evidence by @kateyes224

*This is quite possibly one of my favorite WIPs right now.  Did you ever wonder what happened after Never Again?  So did I, until this baby was written.  Now this is headcanon.  Part 2 is here!  And Part 3 is rumored to be coming soon.

The Only Choice by @scullys-right-eyebrow-txf

*An in-between-the-scenes for seasons 7 and 8???? HELL TO THE YES. The writing is spot. on. with this one, and good golly is it a good read.

In the Embers by @looking-for-life-elsewhere

*A beautifully written missing scene from Herrenvolk.  Simply wonderful.

Things You Said When I Was Crying by @puzzlingpeace

*A post ep for Orison, which needs alllllllll of the post ep fic, truthfully.  The angst is so real in this one, and just so utterly perfect.  

Late Night Steps by @cosmic-files-87

*This list doesn’t have nearly enough fluff, and this wonderful little fluff biscuit is the remedy for that.  There wasn’t nearly enough fluffy moments in the show (duh), so I read as much of it as possible.  Gimme all the fluff. Can I say fluff just one more time?  Fluff. 

Blame Me, I Meant No Harm by @chileananderson

*Do you ever want to message a writer telling them to screw off because their writing is just *THAT* beautiful?  That’s how I feel with this lady here.  This letter to Scully hits your right in the feels and stuns you with it’s beauty at the same time.  

Things You Said by @somekindofseizure

*An incredible MSR series written via anon prompts.  The writing is exceptional, as usual, and this series leaves me feeling inspired.  As does all of the work by this incredible author. 

Then the Bomb by @all-these-ghosts

*This pre/post col WIP series is seriously one of the most creatively written ones I’ve seen thus far.  The dynamics between the characters is perfection.  If you’re not reading this, then you’re failing our fandom. 

***More to be added soon****

listen. yoongi might be savage sometimes. a master roaster. and in his own words, not always the best at expressing his feelings. but i hope that no one ever says he’s indifferent or cold.

not after the way his face lit up like a million suns on stage with his family bangtan after being away for a few weeks. not after the way he cutely teased his members on twitter and expressed how much he misses being on stage. not after time and time again he has shown us emotion and tears and thankfulness to be able to share his voice and thoughts with the world. yoongi is a complex, thoughtful, emotional and talented individual, who’s found a home and solace in bangtan and on stage where he can be the truest and most vulnerable version of himself. it’s time we truly appreciate and love him for who he is. thank you for being you, yoongi, bc bangtan and this world would not be the same without you.

The Storm Within

Shawn was happy to have a few sunny days in LA to relax. A little break from the hectic tour schedule was good for him, and he might deny it but he had missed her. He denied it, just like he had ignored the fluttering of his heart when she had replied to his message with a simple: I’ll be there.

She was waiting for him and when he called out her name, she turned towards him a big toothy smile spreading across her face. Her eyes crinkling as she pranced towards him. He felt like someone had run him over with a bulldozer. She animatedly talked, bringing him up to date with all the gossip he had missed out on. He listened, enraptured by her voice, as she laughed and smiled and talked about everything and nothing. She spotted a record shop and begged him to go in to see if they had his album. He relented and followed her into the shop a smile curving his own lips. She started searching methodically through all the racks until she found a copy of Illuminate.

She examines the cover and when she looks at him again, her eyes have a mischievous glint in them. Oh no… She asks him questions and pokes at him, commenting on his hair, the guitar, the chair, his soulful expression.

Yes, he was asked to look into the distance.

Of course it’s a real guitar!

Yes, he still has it.

No, he doesn’t think his expression is that of a  “dramatically tortured soul”.

She keeps making fun of him, but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He remembers how she called him in tears when she had first listened to Hold On. He understands she is just trying to make him feel comfortable. After a lengthy discussion about his boots  - Yes he really does wear them in public – they exit the record shop only to get caught in the rain a few minutes later. Y/N shrieks when fat drops of rain start falling on her. He pulls her along as he starts running to his apartment, holding hands and laughing as they get soaked to the bone. Reaching his apartment, he pries the keys out of his wet jeans. He opens the door ushering her inside.          

Panting, laughing, desperatly trying to catch their breath, Shawn closes the door of his apartment. Locking the storm out, turning to Y/N only to hear his breath hitch. Wringing out her hair, her makeup washed away by the torrential rain and her wet shirt clinging to every curve, he had never seen her look more breathtaking.

She is beautiful.

She is off-limits.

She is gorgeous.

She is forbidden.

She is a goddess.

She is untouchable.

She is his.

Only she wasn’t, Shawn desperatly tries to keep himself together. But she was making it so difficult, looking at him with bright eyes full of trust and laughter. A private smile, reserved for her closest, truest friends. Swallowing thickly he looks away from her fearing what he might do should she look at him with her trustful eyes again. She is not his. Shaking his head he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Shawn…” her melodic voice was a sweet drug wafting towards him, enchanting him, a poison slithering on his skin ruining him for any other woman. Pressing his eyes closed, he asquiesces with a barely managed nod. He jolts when he feels her small hand touch his arm, searing his skin. Still he doesn’t look at her, he can’t look at her.

Anger and disappointment were rearing their ugly heads as she grasps the edge of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Shawn was still refusing to so much as look at her. Look at me. Unbuttoning her pants she peels them from her damp skin and discarding them on the floor. Still, Shawn’s shaking form does not look her way. She feels a sudden rush of courage fueled by anger roar through her. Look at me. She grasps his face in her hands forcing him to look at her. Startled Shawn’s hazel eyes fly open. His eyes skirt her figure. She feels his jaw clench shut even tighter at the sight of her bra clad breasts. Look at me. Determined to show him that he could not simply get away with furtive glances and heated gazes when he thought she wasn’t looking, she brings his face closer to her own. A panicked expression settles upon his features.

“We can’t… Y/N we can’t.” he feebly protests, his gazed fixed on her pink lips.

“Shawn I want to…” she breathes against his lips. “Don’t you?” He feels the confidence seeping out her. He feels her determination leave her. He knows in this moment, if he says no she would never again look at him the same way. She would move on, she wouldn’t look at him with the hint of a promise of more ever again. She would settle for friendship with him. A better man maybe would come along and would treat her the way he wanted to treat her.

A fierce pang of jealousy echoes through his body. She was his. His. Not anyone elses. He let loose a low moan as he brought his lips to his. Finally, finally, finally he is tasting her. Her breath hitches in the most delicious way as he wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and pressing her against the door. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her legs lock around his waist. Perfect. She fits against him perfectly.

“I do, I do, I do.” He moans into her mouth. Her mouth opens on a silent plea for more. His calloused hand slides across the skin of her smooth back, bringing her body closer to his. Not close enough, Shawn lets out a frustrated groan. Detaching himself from Y/N, he quickly takes his shirt off. Y/N barely has time to let loose a whispered wail of discontent that Shawn is already reclaiming her mouth with a bruising force. She sighs happily into his mouth, but he is not close enough to her. He has to be closer, much closer to her. He moves his lips to the glorious column of her neck. Mouthing kisses against her skin he feels her throat vibrate on a hushed moan as her nails dig into his shoulders.

He breaks. He stumbles through the apartment, towards the bedroom. He needs to be able to lie her down, to bare her completely to him. He needs to see her body, he needs to feel her body. Gently lying her down on the bed he sits up and takes off his wet jeans.

“Take it all off.” She whispers, looking into his eyes.

“You’ve never…? Have you?” He breathes the question. She shakes her head, a blush blossoming on her cheeks and making it’s way down her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks holding his breath, expecting, knowing she will say no as she realises the extent of what is about to happen.

She squares her shoulders, looks him straight in the eye and affirms:

“Yes I want to. I want to with you.” Her answers shatters the last of his decency, as he discards his boxers. He quickly fetches a condom from his bedside table throws it on the bed next to her and crawls up her body.

Fuck…” Shawn kisses her cheek, her mouth, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down her neck. Her breathing coming in fast puffs as he slowly makes his way towards her breasts. He sucks a deep purple bruise between them. A bruise that will remind her of this instant for weeks. A proof for this unbelievable moment. He slips his hand behind her and manages after a few tries to undo her bra, throwing it aside. She is turning her eyes away, shying away from his gaze. Don’t. He hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until she turns her head looking down where his hot breath fanned over her breast. As he licks at her nipple, he watches with delight as she tries to squirm away from his touch only to realise she cannot escape his touch as his arms are on either side of her body. She is at his mercy. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and watches her mouth drop open, a murmured Shawn escaping her lips. He lets his teeth graze the tip of her nipple, the genuine cry of shock she lets out, music to his ears. He can’t quite believe that he is here with the girl he calls his best friend.

Seeking support her hand grasps the nape of his neck. Beautiful, he thinks as he moves lower on her body, continuing his exploration of her body by leaving kisses on her soft stomach. Her hand curls more firmly around his neck, he reaches for it, clasps it in his own and presses it into the mattress at her side. His right hand sinks lower towards the hem of her underwear, panting, he slowly removes the wet garment from her body. And oh so slowly she is revealed to him. So fucking perfect, and his, always his. In a sudden bout of hesitation she tries to close her legs, but no she can’t, he won’t allow her to hide herself. No. He wraps his hand around her round thigh and settles himself between them. His erection nudges the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he bites his lip a muffled moan of her name slipping through. He looks into her eyes, had she not known him for so many years she would not have detected the hesitation in his gaze. But she confirms her intentions by very slowly letting her hand travel down the planes of his stomach, over his abdomen until finally she reaches his thick cock. She wraps her hands carefully around his shaft. Fuck.This moment, how long had he dreamed about this precise moment. How many times had he woken up, a palm pressed against his crotch and her name on his lips. Too many. He cannot stop his hips from thrusting into her small fist. He drops his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hand against his hot skin. A broken moan leaves his mouth as she flicks the tip with her thumb, his other hand still entwined with hers tightening its grip. His arm trembles with the sheer effort to keep his weight from crushing her smaller frame. He squints his eyes open, looking into her eyes, her pupils blown wide with desire and wonder. He had tried to ignore his feelings, frantically pushed them aside when they bubbled up in his chest at the thought of her, of her smile, of her eyes. And yet she had long ago bewitched him, casting a spell on him. She had never asked for his heart, yet he realised she had always owned it. She bites her soft pink lips, taunting him, tempting him to kiss them. He crushes his mouth against hers in a violently desperate kiss. Swallowing her mewls of pleasure, he revels in her taste. He pulls back, leaving barely an inch between their lips.

“Are you sure?” he breathes against her swollen mouth. He closes his eyes, not being able to bear the thought of a rejection. Her hand squeezes his cock lightly, increasing the torturous pressure. Her lips trail up his jaw before resting against his ear.

“Teach me.” She whispers. Christ. His eyes snap open, dazed he looks at her for a moment. She trusts him, she feels comfortable and safe with him. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, he reconnects their mouth in a tender yet sloppy and uncontrolled kiss. His hand leaves her thigh to blindly search for the condom, as he frenzily grinds into her crotch. He barely manages to put the condom on correctly as he looks at her flushed body crying for more. She murmurs incoherrent pleas of please, Shawn, oh god Shawn please. He positions himself at her entrance. Her breath hitches, he stops breathing. Slowly, gently, lovingly he presses into her. Her free hand grips at the sheets as he finally finally bottoms out. She heaves out a strained breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers, his breathing ragged from the effort it requires him to stay still as she gets used to the feel of having him inside her. She shakes her head, looks up at him and utters a barely audible “It feels weird.” She clenches and unclenches her muscles familiarising herself with the feeling of fullness. Shawn barely manages to stop the involuntary thrust his hip gives. He lets his head fall into the crook of her neck. Too much.

“Y/N you will be the death of me.” He says in a pained tone. He waits patiently, anxiously for her to adjust to his size. He kisses her neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin, desperately trying to distract himself from the delicious torture of her fluttering walls, stretched around his pulsing cock.

“Shawn… please move.” She begs him quietly. He pulls out a few inches before slowly pressing back into her welcoming body. Her leg wraps itself around his middle, the heel of her dainty foot pressing into his tailbone urging him to do more… He barely pulls out now, just grinds into her body, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit in slow torturing motions. Her softly moaned Shawn penetrates his body, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, his hand grabs her waist and pins it to the mattress. His. He grinds into her more forcefully, her walls clench down, holding his shaft in an iron grip. A gasped oh leaves her bruised lips. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her free hand flies to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His own broken moan leaves his mouth, mingling itself with the wet sound of his cock pressing deep into her. He whispers her name over and over again as he grinds into her. He feels her walls clenching violently as he presses his forehead against hers.

“You’re close.” He breathes.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

He thrusts into her. She shatters. Her unrestrained moans ring in his ears as he presses into her. Her head twist to the side, her eyes squeezing shut. He lets go of her hip to grasp her chin making her look at him again. Guiding her through her orgasm, he feels the tight pressure in his abdomen become almost unbearable.  As she clamps down on his cock riding out the final wave of her orgasm, he comes. Her name a sinful prayer on his lips, he spasms in her body.

Her hand releases his shoulder, five crescent moons imprinted into his flesh. He gently pulls out of her, untangles her leg from around his waist and slips out of the bed to get rid of the condom. He quickly crawls back in, instinctively reaching for her and pulling her closer to him. She cuddles into his chest as he draws shapes onto the skin of her back. Her small palm rests against his chest, he breathes in her smell and presses a kiss to her head.


Cake, Please!

This is from a prompt suggested by @17piesinseptember in this post. I was going to write this after I had finished NaNoWriMo, but in light of recent events, I think we could all use some tooth-rotting fluff. There is brief drama when Bitty assumes his crush is unrequited, but I promise you this is 95% fluff.

This turned out to be EXACTLY 5,000 words. How cool is that??? (Also, shout out to @leftwinglibrarian for telling me about this prompt that I otherwise might have missed, and of course the OP above for thinking of it in the first place.) ENJOY!!!

“Hey there! How can I help you today?”

Jack had wandered into the recently opened bakery near his home to enquire about ordering a cake for his mother’s upcoming birthday. His parents would be visiting him in Providence for a few days and he wanted something a little more special than just a regular grocery store cake. He had seen a few flyers for this bakery around the neighbourhood and figured it would be a safe bet.

What he had not figured on was that he would be temporarily rendered speechless at the sight of sunshine personified behind the counter. “Huh?” Was all Jack was able to say in response.

Bitty gave a short chuckle and then repeated his question. “What can I do for you, sir?”

“Oh. Um, sorry. I was just…” Jack forced himself to look away, choosing instead to focus on the display window filled with ready to go treats like cupcakes and mini pies.

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You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

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Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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I love the glitches of this Say Goodbye video, and all the ones before, and also the amazing sound effects, but what really gets me is how the entire dialogue of this video was basically double entendres all the way through, plus the flawless acting by Jack, (fucking seriously who knew my boy Sean was so good at theater?? damn!) and the perfectly timed editing by Robin.

I mean it’s all so subtle and so clever that unless you’re really paying attention, and thinking in terms of how Anti would think, I feel like you might miss some of it.

“This is gonna get dangerous” Jack says, and the first delighted and demented chuckle filters through. When he sits down again after investigating the noise, Jack says, his voice faint and lacking confidence: “What the fuck was that?” He looks at the knife for just a few seconds too long, drawing his fingers along it, as if mesmerized.

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In a place far away from everything and everyone, you are the one I want to be with forever.

My Jensen Auto Experience @ HousCon 2017!

I wanted to say a lot to Jensen this time around, but I felt like keeping it short and simple was the way to go. In a time where there’s so much hate and sadness going around, a few positive and uplifting words couldn’t hurt. 

I was hanging with my HousCon Squad during all of autos, so we were all able to experience each other’s autos and pick up on any small details that the person in Jensen’s spotlight might have missed. 

It was my turn, and I had @lipglosskaz standing behind me. I walked up and said, “Hey Jensen.” He smiled and asked me how I was doing, and I said I was doing good. I first congratulated him on Zeppelin and Arrow being happy and healthy and that he, Danneel, and JJ were doing well. He smiled and patted his chest. I then said that even though he might have been over complimented today, I didn’t think there was such a thing as hearing too many compliments. 

I began telling him that he was a good person. He thanked me right off the bat and sounded really sincere. I continued on saying, “You have a good soul. You have such good intentions… and good morals. You’re just a good person.” He held out his hand, which actually caught me off guard, and I grabbed onto it thinking it was a handshake, but Jensen turned it into a hand hold, and it was a really small, sweet moment where we just looked at each other for a few seconds. He let go and knocked on the table and said thank you again, and I thanked him back.

He said, “It was good to see you again!” and I said the same thing back to him, telling him to take care. He smiled and told me he will.

I was walking out when @lipglosskaz​, who was behind me, commented that she was able to look at Jensen’s face during my auto. She said she could see the emotions on his face, which I didn’t really notice since I’m so distracted by trying to speak, let alone speak full sentences. This is Jensen we’re talking about. She told me that Jensen looked a little emotional and could tell my words meant something to him when I was talking.

That made me really smile and tear up since all I wanted was to make his day a little brighter, and I’m glad I was able to in some miniscule way. 


I’m late af but I really wanted to post my photo ops from Burcon a few weeks ago. I might have spent every single paycheck on these but it was worth it especially since they aren’t coming back next year. I miss these fuckers dearly 

Draco turned back around from his cupboard in time to see Potter’s discouraged shrug. “It’s frustrating. More than frustrating. We’re getting better at tracking the potion – I swear we just missed them by minutes this time. Might as well have been hours, though, for all the good we did anyone.”

“You’ll get them. You’ve got everything you need. Now it’s just about timing, letting it all…come…together…” Draco faltered on the last few words as he was struck by the realisation that he was offering Potter encouragement. Surely that couldn’t be right.
Your Magick Won’t Punish You

It’s come to my attention that there are many witches out there who might feel guilty if their mental health, home situation, financial problems or anything else prevents them from regularly practicing their magick or practicing magick to the “fullest.” 

This is why I think a few reminders could be helpful, in case you are in a similar situation to me. 

You aren’t a bad witch for being unable to practice how you want to. If you follow deities, they aren’t going to strike you down for missing out on your worship. You aren’t going to suddenly get worse at everything you do if you need to take a break. 

You are doing what you can, and that is what the universe appreciates.

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lucaya fic where maya goes missing and lucas is a mess

so this prompt is really old so im very sorry about that. this monster of a drabble is a gm triangle au, bc we all know the whole maya identity crises arc was handled terribly, so this is my attempt to fix it, it takes place a few hours after maya said “you want me to go home? i’ll go home.”

“Dude, you need to decide.”

“Look, I,” he hesitated. “I think I know who I choose. I just need to talk to them.”

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Since the convention was last week end, I can finally share the piece I did for the Merthur Art Calendars organized by @coinelot! I had february/march and I wanted to do something warm and cozy, to keep everyone company during the cold months. :) I’m so happy I could participate in this project and that it was so successful! From what I know, sales of the calendars are closed for the moment but they might open again in a few months so if you missed them, keep an eye out on Coilenot’s blog! 

Retribution PT3

Originally posted by taetaehyungs


Authors note: OMG IT’S FINALLY DONE. This was supposed to be finished earlier than this but my Family was panicking so much about christmas that they would not leave me alone to write or at least proof read. But omg, here it is and I hope you guys like it! I am sorry if there are any errors, I did my best but I know I still might have missed a few parts. Hope this didn’t suck balls guys. Please message me yours thoughts! huhuhu MERRY CHRISTMAS!

You bite back a smile and press a hand against your mouth as you listen to Taehyung’s story of how he had run off with Jimin’s pants a few summers ago.

“He was furious! A group of girls were gawking at him the whole time when he was sneaking out of the wash room in nothing but his boxers.” Taehyung cackles, hands slapping together as the memory relives itself in his head.

“I would have killed you.” You say before taking another bite out of your meal.

Taehyung leans against his seat, eyes twinkling with happiness as he nodded “Jimin didn’t talk to me for days after that. That kid has a temper on him, but he’s a good guy.”

“Yeah right.” You roll your eyes at him in disbelief. Jimin was practically the spitting image of the word ‘Asshole’.

“No really.” Taehyung urges “Jimin’s one of the most selfless people I know. You know, he could have charged you for helping you out on your wound, but he didn’t.”

“And I’m grateful for that, but the asswipe acts as if I owe him. I didn’t even ask for his help in the first place.” You wave your fork at Taehyung who just shrugs.

“You’re just something new to Jimin, he’s never had to deal with someone so outspoken as you. He talks about you a lot, you know.”

This shocks you.

You glance up at Taehyung with wide eyes while the young boy was silently picking at his plate, pushing away the olive before he’s meeting your eyes again. The intensity of his gaze has the breath knocked out of you but the sudden thought of Jimin talking about you to other people was so consuming, you had no idea what to focus on.

Taehyung? Or Jimin?

“I guess that why I got a little curious about you.” Taehyung announces and you immediately turn away from him.

Your cheeks once again turn red and Taehyung lets out an amused chuckle, his hands itching to rub against your cheeks to feel the warmth of your blush. Jimin was right, the sight really was something amusing. But the young boy knew better than to lay his hands on you, especially when his phone had started ringing for the 6th time in the past hour.

“You should really pick that up.” You hum, avoiding eye contact as your reach for your glass of water.

Taehyung lets out a sigh before he’s placing the gadget against his ear, his heart clenching at the voice calling out to him on the other line.

Babe! Thank god, you finally picked up.” Was her cry of relief, immediately melting away the ice wrapped around Taehyung’s heart.

“What’s wrong?” He tried to sound indifferent, forced himself to keep his voice steady, not wanting to let her know how relieved he felt to hear her.

“Come home! I’m sorry, okay? I was shitty and said the worse things. I really miss you and it was such a small fight, I can’t believe I made it such a big deal.” She all but sobs against the phone and Taehyung bites on his lower lip, his heart calling out to her in ways he never thought possible.

“I-” He eyes you quietly, his mind just processing Jimin’s words.

You’re doing something stupid.

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The Ultimate Dean Winchester Pop Culture Compilation!

This boy sure loves his pop culture! I scoured seasons 1-11 for all the references I could find, and came up with over 350 and I am positive I missed a few (hopefully not your favorite). Enjoy!


A few screencaps of new merch from the live letter. I came in late to the stream and missed a couple of things. I wish I’d gotten better caps of the mug since the text can’t be read clearly. Haurchefant is on the other side of it.  There was also a House Fortemps memorial book.

The moogle might or might not be part of the new stuff, or could just be a prop, but there it is anyway.

Also: Fat Cats are on sale in the SE store, $29.99.