i need mindy in my life

The Contest-Part 21

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: The song the reader sings during karaoke is A Thousand Years by Christina Perri.  It’s one of my Favorites.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

“Great, there goes my chance to break it to Nikki gently that Mindy’s here!” I said to Jared.  

“This can’t be good,”  Jensen said quietly.  “I’m gonna go get Misha.”

Jared and I found Nikki standing by the bar, her hands on her hips, glaring at her sister.  “I asked you what you’re doing here, Mindy.  I know there is NO way Y/N invited you!”

“Would you lower your voice, please?” Mindy demanded.  “I’m representing the family.  And I’ve told you before, I go by Melinda now.”

Nikki snorted derisively.  “Whatever, MINDY.  Why are you REALLY here? You’ve never given a shit about me my entire life!  You couldn’t be bothered to come meet Misha when he visited Philly, and you expect me to believe you flew to Vancouver out of the kindness of your heart? Bullshit!”

Mindy rolled her eyes at her younger sister.  “Still holding on to that crap from when we were younger, huh Nik?  Are you ever gonna let that stuff go?  We were dumb kids.  It’s ancient history.  Let it go…. Move on already.”  She tossed back the rest of her drink and signaled the bartender for another.

Nikki got right in Mindy’s face.  “You’re not fooling me for a second with this “the past is the past” crap.  Your just looking to meet someone famous.  Your still as mean and as petty and as shallow as you were in high school.”

“You’d better grab Nikki before she loses it and decks Mindy! Where the hell is Jensen with Misha?” Jared said worriedly.

I patted his arm.  “Don’t worry Babe, I’m on it!  Mindy doesn’t scare me anymore.  Can you go find Emily and bring her here, please?”

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Thank God for the nurse

I went in to a family planning clinic to get a pelvic exam I had been dreading for over a month. I was taken to an exam room by a nurse (we’ll call her Mindy). Mindy took my blood pressure and checked my pulse. Then she began to ask questions about my family’s medical history, my medical history, immunizations, medications I’m taking, any symptoms I’d been having, questions, about my mental illnesses. Then we got to the hard part. The sexual history section. It started off easy. When was the last time you had sex, did you use a condom, are you still together, had I been tested for HIV/STDS, etc. Then she asked about my first time. I never know how to answer this question. I consider the guy I was with in high school to my first, but in reality, I lost my virginity at 14. I struggled to find an answer for her. Eventually, I reluctantly said 14. She asked if it was with my permission and I told her no. She asked a few more questions about it like was there emotional and physical abuse? Was I safe now? I answered honestly, and she moved on to the next section; reproductive health. Again, started off easy; when was my first period, how often, how heavy, when was my last. And then ‘have you ever been pregnant?’ to which I had to answer yes. She typed yes and said ‘I wouldn’t ask unless I had to; did you have a miscarriage or abortion?’ I answered ‘miscarriage’. I could tell she felt bad for bringing up some of my most painful memories. After another series of questions, she said 'I’m sorry. I have to put this in here; you were raped at 14, correct?’ I looked at the floor and mumbled yes. 'Ok. That’s all we have to talk about it.’

After she left, the midwife came in. She grazed over my abuse, told me I didn’t need a pap smear, performed a breast exam, then had me dress and talked to me about birth control options. I selected a method, peed in a cup and came back to have my blood drawn. Mindy re-entered the room saying 'guess who’s back!’ I smiled, relieved to see her. The midwife was nice and did a great job and I felt comfortable enough with her; but it was a really hard visit for me. It wasn’t just that I had to tell 2 complete strangers about things my closest friends don’t know about, but I realized that anytime I talked to someone about my sexual or reproductive health; he had to be a part of the conversation. He was technically my first and his will always be the first child I bore. And no matter what happens, I can’t change that that will never not be a part of my life. That hit me hard.

As Mindy drew my blood, she asked exactly what I needed right then: 'Are you ok?’ She knew it couldn’t have been easy for me, no matter how calm and composed I seemed. All she did was check to see if I was doing all right, but because she showed she cared and I wasn’t just some other patient, I was able to smile and honestly answer 'yeah. I’m ok’.

Summer Nights - Swashbuckler - The Flash (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Flash (Comics), DCU (Comics), DCU
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mindy Hong/James Jesse
Characters: Mindy Hong, James Jesse, Billy Hong, Mark Mardon (mentioned), Hartley Rathaway (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Summer, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Height Differences, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, Married Life, So Married, Fluff, Forehead Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Teasing

Heatwaves are hard enough without having a human radiator for a husband.

Surprisingly there is no Mick Rory reference in this fic. I really need to up my game. 

The Contest-Part 20

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After much debate, Jared and Jensen had convinced me that it would be much more fun if we surprised Nikki and Misha with the wedding reception/baby shower.  “So what cover story do we use to get them there?” Jensen had asked.

“I got it!” Jared had said.  “It’s almost Y/N’s birthday, so we can say I am throwing her a party for her birthday and because she’s staying on the show.” 

“This is good.  We can work with this.  You can ask Misha and Nikki to be the ones who get me there.,  I’ll make it REALLY hard on them. Nikki will bitch, but Jensen you can say you’re helping Jared set up.”  My mind was already whirling with possibilities.

The entire cast and crew had been sworn to secrecy.  I honestly had my doubts as to whether we were gonna be able to pull this off. Mark Sheppard couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.  Ruthie Connell was so excited she could barely contain herself.  Amateurs!

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Random H5-0 thoughts post finale:
  • Max mentions Mindy in 624 because he’s taking a sabbatical. DOES THIS MEAN WE WILL SEE HER IN S7?! YES PLEASE.
  • Chin’s thinking of being a Daddy. I’m on board. Plus, I like Abby so don’t just make her disappear writers. FFS. I know how much you like doing that shit.
  • Why am I never satisfied with the amount of Danny on my screen? I need MOAR.
  • Speaking of Danny, what a BAMF. JFC. Is it wrong that I’m turned on by him and a gun? #sorrynotsorry
  • Scott Caan’s acting chops were on serious display. All the scenes in the plane were so emotional. My bb has so much talent.
  • I won’t lie. Steve McGarret and a pair of aviators. That’s hot.
  • Mindy. Did I mention Mindy for S7?
  • Chin and Grover swapping McGarrett stories had me crying ya’ll.
  • DANNY GIVES STEVE HIS LIVER. Sobbing forever. The bromance is strong.

i got tagged by my angel @frangipains (i love u) and u gotta tag people and answer the questions lmao

name: stella
nickname: stell, my mom calls me boo lol
zodiac sign: gemini
height: 5 ft 5 in
orientation: queer
ethnicity: white
favourite fruit: raspberries
favourite season: winter
favourite book series: life as we knew it
favourite flower(s): roses
favourite hot beverage: raspberry white tea
favourite animals: hamsters!!
average sleep: i need 18 hours but i get like. 7 lmao
favourite characters: lexie grey (rip to a real one am i right), nomi marks, olivia pope, nicky nichols, maritza ramos, mindy lahiri, rachel berry, SUSAN DELFINO! WOULD DIE FA HA! lynette scavo, bree van de kamp, gabrielle solis, i love desperate housewives fight me
number of blankets you sleep with: one 
dream trip: parís, france
blog created: 2010
number of followers: 1,788

i’m tagging (you don’t have to do it) : @thelovelyscorpio , @xxcommand , @babyemoji , @lesbianfolkduo , @nekoxnoodle and anyone else who wants 2 do it

I need to follow more blogs!!! My dash has been dead for a while now so i’m doing a following spree! 


-RAY TORO (I need some sunshine in my life)

-Melanie Martinez

-Twenty One Pilots

-The Mindy Project


-How To Get Away With Murder

-The Walking Dead


-Frank Iero


-Sailor Moon 

-Electric Century

-literally all the band members of the bands I wrote above this

I will follow back! (:


Book: Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (And Other Concerns)
Author: Mindy Kaling
Pages: 222
Rating: ★★★★★ 5/5


Mindy Kaling has lived many lives: the obedient child of immigrant professionals, a timid chubster afraid of her own bike, a Ben Affleck–impersonating Off-Broadway performer and playwright, and, finally, a comedy writer and actress prone to starting fights with her friends and coworkers with the sentence “Can I just say one last thing about this, and then I swear I’ll shut up about it?”
Perhaps you want to know what Mindy thinks makes a great best friend (someone who will fill your prescription in the middle of the night), or what makes a great guy (one who is aware of all elderly people in any room at any time and acts accordingly), or what is the perfect amount of fame (so famous you can never get convicted of murder in a court of law), or how to maintain a trim figure (you will not find that information in these pages). If so, you’ve come to the right book, mostly!
In Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Mindy invites readers on a tour of her life and her unscientific observations on romance, friendship, and Hollywood, with several conveniently placed stopping points for you to run errands and make phone calls. Mindy Kaling really is just a Girl Next Door—not so much literally anywhere in the continental United States, but definitely if you live in India or Sri Lanka.

My Thoughts:
“There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.” See, this is why I love Mindy Kaling, she just gets me. This book was hysterical. Like had-to-cross-my-legs-because-I-was-laughing-so-hard-I-was-afraid-I’d-pee-my-pants hysterical. I can thank tumblr for introducing me to Mindy. I had seen so many posts about The Mindy Project show and it’s unbelievable sass and cuteness that I was like, “I need this in my life.” From that moment on I was a fan of Mindy’s. She’s just really funny and sarcastic and boy crazy. Yet on the other side she’s actually pretty inspirational and inspiring.  I don’t agree with everything she says, and there were a few times during this book I was uncomfortable (note: I don’t enjoy reading non-fiction or biographies. I always wonder how the real life people/characters feel about what’s been said about them in these biographies. It feels so intrusive and it makes me feel a little bit bad in a way.) but there were other times when Mindy just gets me. She’s just a really relatable person in my opinion. Anywho back to the book. Some parts were kinda dull, like I said I’m not a big fan of biographies and I don’t watch The Office so those parts were kinda ehh, but other parts of the book were hysterical and witty and had me laughing out loud. My two top favorite parts of the books (where I literally had to read them out loud to my family because they were curious as to why I was laughing so hard. FYI I’m the type of person who can’t laugh and talk at the same time so it took like forever to get through it.)

  • When she gets kicked out of work and steals a huge case of bottled water. I’m still laughing at this. (This section actually had a really great message to it as well.)
  • Her fantasy workout where she dreams up revenge scenarios that get her through a workout. They are like out of control revenge situations that would never happen in a million years. For example she day dreams her husband (she’s not even married) slowly dies in her arms after being shot by some gang member and then she because a silent mute assassin. It’s hysterical and in full detail. (Not really a spoiler because this is a blend of multiple fantasies she has listed.)
  • Runner up moment was her eulogy.

While this book isn’t 100% perfect and flawless it was pretty great and made me laugh until I couldn’t breath. If your in the mood for something that will lift your spirits I would recommend this to you.

Text | Ackles
  • Jensen: Detox sounds horrible so you are gonna get some good pasta. I’m going to look up some recipes and see what I can come up with. True, I can’t help it. I’ll try really hard to not think about it anymore. You know we didn’t stick to our whole not having sex on the first date thing. I don’t know whether to be mad at myself or amused that you couldn’t hold to it either.
  • Caity: A lot of pasta right? I don't care if it's just noodles or something like that I need carbs in my life right now. Even if Mindy will want to kill me later but hey, keep my secret? I'm not complaining, you can go ahead and keep thinking about it. In fact it's flattering. Unless you're thinking about sex in general and not with me. I know that but, it's not like I regret it either. Well if I couldn't hold it, it was your fault for seducing me at a damn restaurant.
to everyone who has lived from one torn up suicide note to another

If you feel the call of the window sill or the drowsy pill, I ask you read this once.

I penned this a while back but i am returning to it for you.

First. Bring yourself to peace.

This is possible because you were born from peace and you will return to that. 

We, people like you and I, are not abnormalities or specks on the spectrum. We are not knockoffs of “better, healthier” people. We are not imperfections. We are not incomplete. We are not our disease or our disorder. There will be a large throng of institutions and people who will crowd the territory of your life brandishing pitchforks of tired dogma. They will want you to vacate the premises of your precious body. You will cling to this shape, this form, this amazing mosaic tooth and claw. You will not let them have the pleasure of reducing your soul to a statistic.

Ever so often the world tries to reduce the horizon of your dreams; tries to curtain the expanse of your gaze, of how far you are allowed to see. Resist. Resist this imposed fate. Do not allow for anything or anyone to decrease the real estate of your hope. Trust me, I have lived through exiles, displacements, losing homelands, losing parents, even nearly losing my own mind. There is another side to the coin. There always is. Wait for the light. It shows up. It has to travel a bit before it reaches you, but, it almost always shows up. 

And when it doesn’t; roll up your sleeves and light your own torches. Create your own harmony. Never allow yourself to be reduced to the sum of your parts. The “better” self is always a negotiation with balance. Every moment is its own destiny. 

Remember compassion. The compass in compassion. The passion in compassion. Your heart has those two embedded in it. Trust the time that drums between your wrists. Your blood is truth. Do not waste it for anyone. Ever. 

Let me tell you about my littlest guinea pig : Pepper. I got her from a breeder  because I rescue these little critters and she was weaned from her mum at barely 2 days old. She had no fur, her skin was peeled and raw and had deathly mangy mites and was way below the usual bodyweight for a baby guinea pig her age. I took her home and slept with her tucked under my belly during the afternoons so she’d get the body heat necessary for herself. At 3 weeks we gave her a precautionary anti-mite injection which reacted and put her little body in a coma for 3 days. I thought I’d lost her but as I held her in my palm I decided I had become habituated to losses; my father’s suicide, my own mind. I refused to let her go. It was not her time. I had buried one of my earlier guinea pigs 2 weeks ago and I was NOT going to let this one go.

So, I sat through nights and held her when she recovered from the neurochemical shutdown but still could not hold up her own limbs.

Right now she is sitting on my tummy and watching me type this.

Someone is always rooting for our survival. It takes one person, just one to keep us alive.

And I am your one person. 

Laugh recklessly. Let your living follow.

Believe those who will value your worth above your beauty. Those who consider your worth IS your beauty. Look at every mirror and remind yourself that many divinities are congregating inside your chest. I once read this beautiful line and I always keep it very close to myself : “You’re born into the condition of being an amphora; whether it’s wine or water that fills it afterward belongs to afterward. Trust the afterward.” (Cynthia Ozick)

Be present for yourself. My father used to say “tether to living, not life. life is impermanent, living is eternal.” This, I have found, is the most immaculate truth. 

I was told a lot of things were impossible for me. That I should be lucky if I lived beyond 16. I am 29 rn, I am a forensic psychologist. The world is my playground and I have been a trained martial artist for nearly 1 and a half decades. I write. I publish. I rev up my engine and as the holy book Srimad Bhagvad Gita says : I curve into myself and create; again and again. 

When it starts to rain inside your head, go out. Leave that room. Do not let it become your unspoken grave. 

I admire your courage and your patience with yourself. Always keep these two elements in ample amounts. Here is a little truth : We are all terrified of our lives in varying degrees and we are all trying to disguise it. All of us. Whether it comes with a clinical diagnosis or not, all our minds have suffered their length and breadth to evolution.

To the extent that you can, do not let anyone desecrate your spiritual core. Leave those who do not place the struggles of your heart within their own rib-cage and listen to your grief like it were a madrigal of resurrection. Do that for other people too. Do not be afraid to leave what is unhealthy for you. It will be scary and debilitating in the beginning but eventually you will find that heart really is a piñata and the more beaten it is, the more treats that fall out.

On nights when the weight of your sorrow is heavier than the sleep lidding your eyes shut; hold yourself close and remind yourself that you are revolution - give yourself time to occur. 

The person I love today once told me - “I want to belong with you not to you. ” I have never heard of anything more powerful and secure in all my romantic relationships. In response I told him — I want to stand as your equal and your other. 

Wait for those who want to belong with and not to you. They will appear. Even if they are 1. And if they are none, give yourself kudos that you held the hand of your sadness and did for it what no one else does for anyone these days : fed it 2 square meals, took it for a walk and let it embrace its emptiness. 

Emotional equality determines the health of all relationships. I say this as a woman and a shrink.

Create. Avoid marshalling your energies to denigrate or belittle other people; there isn’t time enough to do that. You must rationalize the time you have. That is possibly my greatest lesson; Use your time to build yourself up not to break anyone else down.

Hate is a choice. 

Love is a decision. 

Do not hate this state of being. I held humongous wrath against being 
“born” with this condition. Forgive the mind. Forgive the flesh. Then forgive the world. 

From my own attempts at suicide I learned that I did not want to end my life but my pain.

We need to find mechanisms to end the pain, not the life. 

Again, these are my observations. You will garner your own. The best advice is to live. Despite and because of. 

This is why you WILL LIVE, because when you are 29 you will write to me again and tell me if your observations match mine and then i will tell you that i am 39 now and you need another 10 years to test another 10 sets of hypotheses. 

We will continue this way. As silent storytellers.

I am going to leave you with something from Mindy Netifee; a favourite contemporary poet of mine.

You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart and return it to your fists. No more polite conversations with your death wish. Give it something useful to do. 

Say Hafiz, my love. I send you my strength. I know how appealing the window sill, the small pill but I also know how beautiful the mountain top, the ocean bed.

You will row by the wordlight. You will rise above.

You will.

It gets better and then it gets worse. But then again, it gets better. However whether or not it gets better, it definitely gets bearable and lighter. 


We have much to talk about. 

( I wrote this in a different context but I suppose it travels every dimension of sadness.)

With Love,


Everyone is talking about the cover of Vogue’s April issue (yes, that would be the one with Kim and Kanye), but Mindy Kaling’s spread is what should really be getting all the attention.

The actress posed in some gorgeous designer duds, including this shirt and skirt from Dries Van Noten.

In her interview, she once again proved what a refreshingly normal an honest outlook she has on life.  "I feel the same way about clothes as I do about food.  I want everything,” she says.  Another notable sound bite includes, ““There’s a whole list of things I would probably change about myself.  For example, I’m always trying to lose fifteen pounds.  But I never need to be skinny.  I don’t want to be skinny.  I’m constantly in a state of self-improvement, but I don’t beat myself up over it.”

Kaling is clearly a great role model for young women, and in my opinion, should have gotten the cover spot over Kim and Kanye!

A super duper cute mix for JeanMarco.

Link: http://8tracks.com/unicornopunk/super-duper-cute


  1. Can’t Stand It - Never Shout Never
  2. I Do Adore - Mindy Gledhill
  3. I Like You - Ben Rector
  4. You always Make Me Smile - Kyle Andrews
  5. Cupid - Daniel Powter
  6. Everything - Michael Bublé
  7. Something I Need - OneRepublic
  8. Road To You - Five For Fighting
  9. My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson
  10. You Are My Song - A Rocket To The Moon
  11. Gone Gone Gone - Philip Philips
  12. Can’t Help Falling In Love (Cover) - Twenty One Pilots
  13. Two Is Better Than One (Cover) - Justin Robinett and Michael Henry
  14. Penguin - Christina Perri
  15. Little Things - One Direction