i needed this in fully size

anonymous asked:

How big do ball pythons get? I've looked up photos but there's a lot of difference of opinion on the basic "fully grown adult" size. I want a ball python some day, but I am unsure if I will be able to provide a large enough enclosure for their adult size - large enough for climbing opportunities and enrichment and all that good stuff, that is, not just their "basic" needs. What are your thoughts?

Average ball pythons are 3.5 feet and around 1600g or so :) There are some very very large ones that are 5 feet and 4000g, however those are incredibly rare. A good average cage size is 4 foot by 3 foot wide by 18-20 inches tall for an adult :) 

Binding safety things.
  • “I can bind as much as I like, I’m having top surgery soon so that’ll just get rid of any problems it causes-” nope. NOPE NOPE NOPE. Not only does soft tissue damage make surgery both more difficult and risky, binding too much, for too long, over even just a year or two can weaken muscles supporting your ribcage so when you stop binding after surgery, you’re at risk of things like hairline fractures- and worse, up to and including a couple horror stories that include punctured lungs. Do not use “but top surgery!” as an excuse to bind while sleeping, for more than 8-10 hours a day maximum, or 365 days a year without one single break. Not binding sucks- but we all gotta do things that suck for our health sometimes, grit your teeth and do not fuck up your lungs and ribcage.
  • Nonetheless, your risk assessment needs to be different if your timescale is less “five years til top surgery” and more “binding for the rest of my life”. I understand some women bind for reasons of gender presentation and such without plans to get surgey, plus of course there’s some AFAB trans people who either don’t want or can’t get top surgery who plan to bind indefinitely. Understand that this means you need to plan ahead for a lot of possible risks and complications that are less prominent for people using binding as a short-term gap, that the effects of very long-term binding are barely known and potentially severe, and that thirty years on, if you are still doing it, there are going to have been consequences for your body. This is NOT to say, “don’t do it”. Do it with a full, informed, adult understanding of what the risks are or might be, and be prepared to take those on. Keep a sharp eye on your body’s well being. Do it carefully. Be prepared for the risks, because yes, they exist. You can take them, that’s fine, but don’t pretend they aren’t real and serious.
  • Don’t wear a binder that is a size too small because the correctly sized one “shows too much”. Lung capacity is fucking important and you will crack a damn rib one of these days if you’re not careful. Do not overexert yourself in any binder; if it hurts or you feel faint or whatever then STOP, IMMEDIATELY. If you exercise in one, wear one at least a size up and throw baggy shirts on over it. Wear a velcro one if you can for working out so you can undo that shit ASAP if there’s an issue. If you go swimming in a binder, have someone spotting for you, make sure there’s a lifeguard at the pool, etc. You aren’t going to enjoy your wonderful transition very much if you, god forbid, wind up being in a serious accident because you’re suffocating yourself slowly.
  • You can bind safely. That is to say, you can bind while minimizing the risks as much as possible, til you reach a point where it’s reasonable for a well-informed, sensible person to weigh them up and take said risks. You cannot bind 100% consequence free. That’s all.
  • And look, just to get a bit tough-love for a second: “but if I don’t do all those things, my dysphoria is so bad I can’t cope” is something I fully, entirely sympathize with. It also means you gotta start working on management techniques so that ceases to be the case, NOT that you should just accept totally batshit levels of risk for the sake of your mental health. The solution to “my dysphoria is so bad that it destroys my life if I don’t bind in my sleep and wear it two sizes too tight” is not and should never be, “so I do it because it’s all right if I know accept the risk”. That’s not responsible, mature behaviour. It’s fully, entirely understandable. But you need, NEED to instead take the longer, more difficult path to finding healthy management techniques to improve your mental health and wellbeing so this is no longer the case, or else it’s going to bite you in the arse. You want to reach the end of your transition with the body you deserve, so you can finally feel right in it? Then look after it. Transition doesn’t give you a new body, it makes the one you’re in right now fit better, so look after the one you’re in.
Flannels & Shotguns

Sam x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Oversized flannel. Because everybody needs to be warned about that.

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“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.

“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.

“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.

Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.

“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.

“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.

Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.

“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.

“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.

“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.

“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.

“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.

“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.

“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.

“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.

Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.

“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.

The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.

Wolf Boy

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Wolf!AU

word count: 3,449

Originally posted by chanyeolsmut

fuck. 

you knew this was a bad idea. 

your date was creepy, your dress was way too revealing for this type of weather and your phone was dead. 

fuck. 

when your friends suggested you to a dating app, you thought it was a harmless idea, your boyfriend of 5 years had been cheating on you and you had broken up with him a year ago; it was time to get back out there. 

however when your date turned out looking nothing like their profile picture you should have taken that red flag and ran, but no, you’re too nice for that. 

so that how you ended up in the middle of the fucking forest because your date liked the scenery. 

As soon as he said ‘ill be back, i just need to get something from the car’ you bolted. you weren’t that dumb bitch people see in the movies; you weren’t about to get murdered, no fam, not today. 

so now here you were, wandering through the forest, looking for your way back. you thanked Jesus that you didn’t give your date your address and decided to meet up at a local cafe before driving here, but you cursed the lord for your clothing decision of a dress. 

the forest is not a good place to wonder at night, everyone knows shit goes down in the forest. 

every single noise started spooking you out. twigs snapping, leaves shaking, everything.

suddenly the sound of a wolf howling urged a small scream to escape your lips, it sounded so close and sounded loud. 

you almost bolted in the opposite direction but the whimpers that followed the howl had you freezing in your place. the wolf was hurt? 

shit. do you go and help it? no, of course not Y/N it’s a freaking wild animal!..it could be friendly? 

you face palmed at yourself before eventually deciding that you should go and look at the situation and then decide. 

as you slowly approached where the howl had come from, you heard the continuing whimpers of the wolf and it broke your heart. it was almost like a sad puppy. 

you shook the feeling off reminding yourself that you could be in potential danger before straining your neck over the branches to check it out. 

on the floor of the forest lay a large white wolf, his fur was long and beautiful but you could help but notice the large stain of red on its leg; it was bleeding. 

by the way, the wolf wailed and rolled on the ground, you decided he was too injured to hurt you and it was safe to SLOWLY approach the wolf. 

as you stepped into view the wolfs head immediately snapped towards you, his eyes were almost as wide as yours as the two of you stared at each other awkwardly.

the wolf flopped his head back down to the ground and continued whimpering, almost asking for your help. 

as you walked up to the wolf you were going through the options of how you would help him. 

he let out a barkish noise when you touched his wound. 

for some reason though, you were afraid, it was kind of as if you had known each other for years. 

“Okay buddy, you’re gonna need to help me out okay?” you said even though you were pretty sure he had no idea what you were saying. 

as you tried to push the wolf onto your shoulder so he could lean on you for support. you completely forgot that this was an extremely large wolf and of course he would weigh like mhmmm.. a lot. 

the wolf seemed to know what you were trying to do as he hoped along side you. 

the poor thing was bleeding out blood and you were losing energy as you finally reached the end of the forest, thank god you didn’t live far from the forest and in the city like most of your friends.

you thought about taking him to the vet and claiming that he was just a rather large dog but you didn’t think anyone would believe that; therefore, the only option you had was to talk the injured wolf back to yours.

you stumbled through your door, the wolf barely fitting through the frame. as his body hit various pieces of furniture he whined in pain causing you to roll your eyes in annoyance. this damn wolf was starting to get on your nerves. 

you plopped the wolf on your couch and instantly regretted it because the blood stains are going to be very difficult to remove. 

“okay…now what?” you asked as you huffed and puffed. the wolf gave you a puzzled look before it clicked in your head that he couldn’t actually respond. 

you groaned before going to grab a tee-shirt big enough to wrap around his wound but also apply pressure to it. As you tied it around his leg he let out another whimper before snuggling himself into your couch. 

you awkwardly stood there contemplating getting a blanket for him? do wolves even need blankets? is it even a he? 

you sighed tiredly before deciding to just retreat back to bed. today had been fucking insane. 

—————

as soon as you passed out it seemed like morning came around. 

you groaned tiredly as the light from the window shone into your eyes. you were not a morning person, not at all, not one bit actually. 

*shuffle shuffle* 

your eyes widened as you stared at the ceiling in silence. The wolf!

quickly ran out of your room and followed the shuffling noise, but you couldn’t find the large wolf anywhere and it’s not like he’s easy to lose.

you stared at the couch he was previously on in confusion. where the fuck did he go. 

“You’re awake” you heard some chirp. 

naked. there..who..why was he naked.

you screamed loudly as you closed your eyes and felt around for something you could use as a weapon. 

“What!? did you see a spider?!” he shouted nervously as you continued to scream, the both of you were now running around the apartment in a panic. 

“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?!” you shouted as you pointed a knife at the stranger who was undeniably attractive but nether the less, a stranger.

he stopped running around screaming before pointing at himself in confusion. 

“hey did i- IM HUMAN?!” they boy shouted in complete shock as he looked down at himself. 

“yes thank for your stating the obvious” you commented as you chucked a tea towel at his bottom half. 

“How did you do it?” he asked as he ran up to you excitedly. 

“okay oh god, you are extremely naked right now” you said as you awkwardly turned around, but the strange boy wasn’t having it. 

“You turned me back into a human! how?” he asked again as he grabbed your hand in his extremely large one. 

“What are you talking about, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?” you asked as you removed your hand from his. 

that action brought a sad look on his face as his shoulders slumped down. 

“You don’t remember? you brought me in here last night? my leg was injured” he stated as you walked to your bedroom, him following close behind you. 

“…what the fuck…you’re..you’re the wolf?” you asked after freezing in your spot, confusion now clouding your brain.

“yer the wolf! that’s me” he smiled as you chucked some of your oversized clothes at him. you never thought getting the wrong size from online shops would come in handy. 

“this doesn’t make any sense” you said as you sat down on your bed. He put on the underwear and the white tee-shirt before joining you happily. 

“so how..how did you change from a wolf to a human?” you asked him in confusion. 

“there’s a whole bunch of us actually, usually to get changed back into a human, the wolf has to be considered worthy by the moon princess…although, i have heard cases where a human and wolf form a bond, this bond then lets the wolf shift from wolf to human form to serve his human mate until the end of time” he explained happily. 

you just stared at him. what the actual fuck. 

“this is a joke, right? your friends with that guy I ran away from last night and this is revenge right?” you said trying to figure out what was going on, but the look on his face showed you otherwise. 

“okay so…what do I call you?” you asked as you shook your head in disbelief, this is actually happening. 

“i actually, don’t have a name” he sighed as he rubbed his head nervously.

“okay Firstly, let’s get you some clothes, secondly, you sleep on the couch and thirdly, what do you eat?” you asked him as you went to get changed in your cupboard. 

As he tried to follow you in you quickly closed the door leaving him to wait for you outside. 

“i’ll eat what you eat” he said as you slipped on some fresh clothes. 

is this like babysitting? what do i do with him? 

as you finished getting changed you decided the best thing to do was leave him occupied here, while you go and get him clothes. 

you sat him down and turned on the T.v in the living room. 

“okay! here are the rules while I’m gone” you said as you paced in front of him, his eyes were glued to you as he listened carefully. 

“you do not leave this house, you do not answer the door if someone knocks, you do not take anything out from its original spot and put it somewhere else okay, i need to be able to trust you before that happens okay?” you asked carefully making sure he fully understood. 

he nodded his head quickly before crossing his legs on the couch. 

“here, watch some T.v, relax…ill be back soon” you said as you turned the t.v on, some k-drama was playing so you knew it would be fine.

—————–

ugh, whats his size? 

no that looks too small…

but that looks too big…

as you walked through the entire mall looking for reasonably priced clothes that would fit the giant current vacating your home, you constantly kept thinking about shit you would need to get him. 

the boy needs a toothbrush, he needs his own deodorant, he needs all the shit another human being would need. 

after shopping for what seemed like a decade you had finally gathered all the things he would need. you even got him a phone. 

what do you even call him? 

how do you just enter him into my life…like what do you tell your friends?

you sighed as you pulled up to your house with all the shit you just bought. you can’t believe this is now your life. 

“I’m home!” you shouted out as you struggled through the doors. 

before you could do anything you were met with soft lips on yours and a bear hug. 

you froze in your spot as his lips moved against slowly, your stomach did a little flip as he deepened the kiss; your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself in pleasure before realising what was going on. 

“welcome back honey” he smiled happily as he pulled away. 

you were still completely frozen, confused and surprised about what just happened. 

“why…why did you k-kiss me?” you stuttered as you shook off your initial shock. 

“isn’t that what I was supposed to do? on the T.v the man came home and the woman greeted him with a kiss and said ‘welcome back honey’…did I not do it right?” he asked curiously. 

“you have a lot to learn” you sighed as you placed the bags on the table.

—————————————–

The first week was hell. You had to take a week off from work just teach him simple human mannerisms. 

mannerisms such as don’t take your clothes off randomly because it’s too hot, you understood why he would want to, everyone wants too, but its not socially acceptable. 

He was attached to your hip, which got extremely annoying, especially when he would just walk into the bathroom while you were showering. The habit of locking the door was still new to you. 

The second week went a little better, he was adapting to the human lifestyle, you had even given him a phone for when you were at work and he needs to reach you. At first, it seemed like a mistake, they boy was calling you every five minutes. 

‘a bird flew into the window! what do i do?!’ 

‘why doesn’t Harry go live with Dumbledore? or Hagrid? why does he have to stay with those mean people?’ 

‘i miss you, come back’

eventually, you were even able to take him outside, you gave him the name chanyeol, you had seen the name pop up on someone’s phone as you creepily read their messages and thought it was fitting. 

your friends loved him, of course, they did, he was attractive, adorable, practically a prince and altogether the perfect boyfriend material.

“Y/N!” he called from the bathroom as you lay on the couch scrolling through your twitter feed.

“What!” you called back as you continued to scroll. it was 10 pm at night, he probably just put too much bubble serum in the bath again. 

“whats this?” you heard him say as he approached you. 

as you turned around, your heart sank and your cheeks flared red as you saw what was in his hand. 

a vibrator. 

your vibrator that you haven’t even used yet. 

Due to your lack of a boyfriend and your lack of dates, that also meant that you have had a lack of dick. 

that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but your friends thought it was. 

“errr, its just something that woman use, when they need it” you said awkwardly as you quickly stood up and grabbed it from his hands. 

“oh…well can you show me how to use it?” he asked as you placed it down on the table. your cheeks reddened at his words as you shook your head vigorously.

“can men use it too?” he asked as you sat down and started fanning your face. once again you shook your head again. he groaned in frustration causing you to look at him questioningly. 

“how do i get rid of this?” he asked as he pointed downwards. 

you tilted your head in confusion until you followed where his finger pointed. you eyes were met with a raging boner poking through his shorts. 

you gasped before covering your mouth and looking away, you suddenly felt your stomach bubble with excitement. 

no! stop it feelings, you’re not fucking your wolf boy!

“It happens alot lately, especially when you wear those shorts, i don’t know how to stop it!?” he stated nervously as he sat next to you

your heart sped up as a small pool of arousal found its way through its pants at his statement. 

“mmm and that! that smell! where is it coming from?!” he said as he took in a big whiff, sniffing out the source. As his face came closer towards you stomach you quickly pushed him back and crossed your legs quickly. 

he groaned slightly as he rested his head back against the couch.

“i do this sometimes” he whispered, as he closed his eyes and rubbed his crotch a moan escaped his lips.

your core got wetter by the second as you watched him closer.

“but it only works if i imagine you doing it” he added as  another moan escaped his lips.”Why is that?” he asked as his eyes connected with yours.

you gulped before a whine of desperation escaped your lips

“can i try something? i saw it in a video once, and i want to try it” he stated as his eyes were noticeably darker and his voice had dropped an octave. 

you knew if you tried to speak, English would not be the language to leave you mouth. 

you knew you probably shouldn’t and this would change your relationship but you really didn’t care right now.

as soon as you nodded your head Chanyeol crashed his lips onto yours.

he pushed you backwards laying you down as your tongue pushed into your mouth.

His hands explored your body as they travelled underneath your shirt.

you moaned as he used his supernatural strength to rip off your shirt and bra off your body, getting annoyed with them blocking your body.

As he trailed harsh kisses down your neck, you tugged at his shirt while he fumbled with your zipper.

As his shirt hit the floor he sucked on your skin leaving love marks everywhere. 

where the fuck did he learn this shit? 

you continued to moan as the pool in your lower region grew. 

chanyeol took another whiff and growled as he pressed his lower half into yours. 

“can i taste you? please?” he pleaded as he breathed in your scent that you were radiating. 

“please” you begged as he pulled down your pants. 

“fuck you’re so beautiful” he said as he lowered himself.

as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs you whined desperately as your hand knotted in his hair. 

As soon as his lips dove into your core, you gasped loudly as your back arched upwards.

chanyeol growled as his grip on your thighs tightened and he chased the taste of you even more.  

you moaned relentlessly as he swirled around your clit, small growls and deep groans emitting from his throat as you moaned his name. 

He sucked harshly on your clit causing your body to jerk and a cry of his name to escape your lips. 

As you core dripped, chanyeols tongue was instantly licking it up causing him to moan from the taste.

“c-chanyeol i-i-i need you inside me, baby please” you begged as you lifted your head to see him rub himself intensely. 

he needed this just as much as you did. 

“you taste like heaven” he breathed as he pulled away from you, his lips were covered in you and his eyes were filled with lust.

He quickly pulled down his pants before giving his length a quick pump.

He positioned himself at you entrance as you prepared yourself.

As your eyes connected with his he pushed into you causing you to moan loudly as he stretched you out.

He moaned with relief before he started rocking his hips back and forth, pushing forth inside you with every rock.

You moaned in sync as you started seeing stars. He growled deeply before spreading you legs, he pushed himself deeper inside you, as he hit your G-spot you yelp in pleasure.

With insane sped he rocked back and forth hitting the same spot over and over. Your breath started to shorten as your heart beat sped up.

You were being electrocuted with pleasure as his hips slammed against yours.

His eyes were dark and focused as you arched you back with each rock. Your stomach started to knot as you clung onto his shoulders for dear life.

“mine” he repeated as he slammed himself into you faster.

“c-c-c-chanyeol, s-slow down” you stuttered as the pleasure was taking over your whole body, your core was sensitive and which each rock of chanyeols hips your body shook.

His head dipped down to trap your lips with his.

As his tongue explored your mouth again, you could feel yourself coming towards your finish.

“I think im going t-t-to cum” you said quickly as you dug your nails into his shoulders causing him to growl in pleasure.

As you rode through your high chanyeol joined you, spreading his warm cum through you.

You tried to catch your breath as he pulled out of you. He pulled you up wards so he could move his body underneath you and cuddle you on the couch.

“Where did you learn that?” you asked as your heart finally slowed down.

“Damon sent me links after I told him I was single” he laughed. You soon joined him in laughter as he played with you hand.

“even though im technically your servant…do you think we could do that again?” he asked

You giggled before nodding your head “well if im going to be stuck with you till the end of time, might as well have some fun” you shrugged as you snuggled further into him.

You would definitely be doing this again.

Maybe having a wolf boy isn’t such a bad thing after all.

I’ll Be Seeing You, a far too long Collins Imagine

Summary: A nurse survives a the sinking of one of the destroyers and is picked up by the crew of the Moonstone. Collins x reader.

A/N: It’s quite intense in places so if you're looking for pure fluff you better keep scrolling! George also features quite heavily in this fic, just to warn y’all.


“I think they’re dead Dad.” The voice seemed to drift towards you as if it were borne on the wind. You were aware of a soothing rocking motion, someone speaking and little else.

“Here, give me tha’ rope.” Another person, Scottish by their accent, spoke. You didn’t really care, you were so dazed.

There was a bump and a shake as wood struck wood and you finally opened your eyes. There was endless blue above you crowned by a golden sun, it was beautiful. Your vision was bleary so you couldn’t make out much else, but there was a dark green blob next to you and a much larger white and brown one on your other side.

“The lass is awake.” The Scot called. It slowly dawned on you that you were the lass he spoke of. “Here, be careful. Take my hand.” He continued more quietly. You looked in the direction of the voice, it had come from a blond man in blue who was leaning over a railing on the small white boat.

You sat up, becoming suddenly, uncomfortably aware that you were on the sea, floating on the top of a chunk of wooden table, and you were not alone. The green blob was, or rather had been, a man, a soldier, a boy. His lips were blue, his face pale and lifeless. One hand went to your mouth to stifle a cry and the other you used to push yourself up. This was a bad move. The wood beneath you shifted and instantly you were falling. The water was cold but you barely noticed: memories were flooding back, of the ship, the explosion, the screams of men into the blackness of night. Sights like that would take the fight out of even the bravest, and this had only been your first deployment. Would it be so bad to let go and sink down to the watery depths of the channel like all those others?

Choice was removed from you as a hand wrapped round your wrist and pulled you up. Your head broke through the water and you gasped for air.

“Come on.” The warm voice came again, and you did, clawing your way up the ladder on the side of the little vessel. It was hard work, your muscles were achy and tired and you were weighed down with a nurse’s uniform of a blouse, heavy wool skirt and a cotton apron.

You pulled yourself onto the deck of the boat, still breathing heavily and lay there.

“Is there any use getting the man?” The first voice asked. The other sighed in response.

“Hypothermia got him, Peter.” A third voice joined the conversation, he sounded Cornish or thereabouts, and something told you he was older than the other two.

“Best leave ‘im there lad.” said the Scottish man, he was the closest to you, and it was him who helped, or rather pulled you to your feet.

“Son, get her a blanket.” The older man from the cabin commanded.

“Let me take that.” The Scot said, taking the lapels of the soldier’s jacket you only now remembered you were wearing. It was sodden and salt-stained but it still felt wrong to remove it. You shook your head and wrapped it tighter around you.

You began to shake then, your body rocking with a wave of sobs as hot, angry tears filled your eyes.

“He’s dead. He’s dead. He shouldn’t,” you involuntarily inhaled, “he-he shouldn’t be dead.” You squeezed out between sobs. A blanket was placed on your shoulders and the blond man in front of you pulled it closer about you. “It’s my fault.” You wailed.

“Shhh, now.” The man in blue replied as his arms surrounded you, pulling you into his chest. You let him hold you but continued:

“The-the man, he g-gave me his jacket.” You spluttered. “If he’d kept it he’d be alive.”

“Don’ think like tha’. You can’t possibly know what might have happened.” he was speaking softly and gently rubbing circles on your back.

“I should have stayed in England. I should have stayed at home.” a fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes at the thought of the home you left.

“You’ll be home soon,” the Scot cooed “You’ll be home soon.” That made you feel a bit better. “When you get home, what’s the first thing you’ll do?” It was obvious what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the terrible situation you were in, and it worked. You sniffled but were able to speak with surprising normalcy.

“I’ll go to back to my father’s bakery, Y/L/N and Sons in St Albans. I’ll bake the cakes like I always used to, with the radio on loud, up to my elbows in flour.” a small smile threatened to break out across your face at the thought of that.

There was silence for some time, punctuated with the occasional call of a seagull or bluster of wind. All the while the man held you; and it was only when your breaths had slowed to normal, that he pulled away to hold you at arm’s length to survey your face. You returned the favour and took in a pointed nose, a friendly smile and intense blue eyes that, under different circumstances, would have left you weak at the knees.

“I’m Jack, Jack Collins.” He said, softly.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” The two of you shook hands. “Would you like some tea?”

Originally posted by rain-tea-coffee

Hands wrapped around a steaming cup of Earl Grey and safely cloistered in the cabin below deck, you felt a great deal better. You were still damp and every so often you would hiccup but for the most part you were yourself again and were back to asking questions:

“So where’s your plane?” you asked, from behind a curtain of steam rising from your tea. Your companion chuckled lightly.

“In the drink, I’m afraid.” Jack answered. “So, where’s your surgery?” the pilot countered, his eyes darting to your apron, where the red cross that singled you out as a nurse was printed. No doubt he had intended it to be light hearted, but you were not quite ready to think about last night. You took a sip of tea and braced yourself.

HMS Wakeful was torpedoed off the coast of Dunkirk.” you deadpanned with glazed eyes. Jack appeared apologetic, and you forgave him instantly, but you couldn’t help but tear up slightly.

“Excuse me, Miss.” Came a voice at the door, it was a boy, with neat blond hair and high cheekbones.

“Yes, um, Peter is it?” You replied. The boy nodded.

“My friend George, he-” a flash of anger passed over his face. “He fell down the stairs and hit his head, could you have a look at him, please?”

“Give ‘er a minute for christ’s sake!” Jack interjected, with a surprising amount of concern in his tone.

“No, Mr Collins, it’s quite alright.” You gathered yourself and followed Peter to where the patient had been placed.

You knelt by the dark haired boy and inspected him.

“Can you hear me, George?” You asked, marking the blood on the makeshift pillow beneath his head.

There was a second of silence then “Yes.” he answered.

“Can you see me?”

“No…No.” Worry crept into his voice. You took one of the boy’s hands in yours and gave a gentle squeeze. You bent your head close to that of the boy’s and peered into his left eye, then took a measure of his heart rate with a finger pressed on the inside of his wrist.

“You’ll be alright, George. I’m a nurse, I know what I’m doing.” you stood, took off the blanket and the dead boy’s jacket, and tied up your still damp hair.

“George, I need to get you to a bed, can you walk do you think?” You asked, motioning for Jack to help him up. The pilot had been looking at you but quickly bent to his task.

The boy was badly injured. He clearly had a terrible concussion which had triggered his brain to swell, it was pressing up on the inside of his skull, preventing proper function of his ocular nerve. His brain would only continue to increase in size unless something could be done. He needed to be put on a ventilator and be dehydrated if he was to survive, but you were at sea. How could he be put on a ventilator if you were miles from a hospital? And even a fully stocked medical kit was unlikely to hold a strong enough diuretic to help him, so what could be done?

“Peter,” you took the young man’s arm and led him out of earshot of the dark haired boy. “Your friend has a concussion, a bad one. His brain is swelling. I can’t lie to you, he is in a bad way, but there is still hope. I need you to find a diuretic.” The poor boy looked absolutely terrified and clearly had no idea where a diuretic would be found. “Caffeine pills perhaps?” You prompted.

“I’ll ask my Dad.” He nodded, turned and dashed up the stairs.

Following George and Jack to the cabin, where the boy was lying, you explained: “I need you to induce hyperventilation, it’s a big word, I know.” you tried to inject some levity to the situation, you heard Collins utter a quiet “ha”, but paid no mind to it. “You have to breathe quickly and shallowly, George.” The blind boy nodded and sucked in a breath.

“Aye, like tha’, George.” Collins encouraged, his gaze fixed on you.

Your next task was to pile blankets on top of the patient, with the hope of causing him to sweat. Collins helped you find as many as possible and when you were done, only George’s head protruded from a heap of blankets.

Tired, you sank to the floor and crossed your legs beneath you. You glanced up at Jack then and were surprised to find him already looking back at you.

“What are you looking at?” you questioned, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Just you.” your lips parted and your eyes widened. The pilot was smirking down at you.

“Oh.”

“Miss Y/L/N.” you jumped and your head spun so fast you cricked your neck.

“Um, yes Peter?” you asked while rubbing your neck. You heard Collin’s chuckle and rolled your eyes.

“Here: caffeine pills.” the young man explained, holding out a battered pack of tablets. You rose, took the pills and went to George’s bedside.

“George, you’re going to have to take these dry, we can’t give you any water.”

“I-I don’t think I can.”

“I know,” you studied the boy’s face, noting the lines of stress in his forehead. “But you have to try.”

The packet said the maximum dose was two tablets; you disregarded this, popping out three and placing them in George’s hand one at a time. It was clearly not easy for the lad, but after many attempts and a few fits of coughing he got the first pill down, then the second, then the third.

“Well done George. I’ll be back in half an hour with two more.” You were worried about the boy, but impressed, he’d remained calm throughout a very stressful series of events; but, you remembered, his treatment was far from over.

You did as you had said, administering the remaining caffeine tablets, whilst trying not to blush whenever you caught sight of the blond pilot. His strong Scottish accent and dimpled boyish grin certainly didn’t help in this regard.

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The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze, you were exhausted, but kept to your task of looking after George. Later there was the small matter of a Heinkel bomber and leaking oil from a sinking ship, but you knew that it was not your place to be scared anymore, god knows, you’d come back from the brink once today already. You stayed with George whilst Peter and Jack pulled petrol-covered men from the water. It was just as the first of the rescued men were thumping down the stairs that George spoke up after a long period of silence:

“Y/N, I think-I think I can see something.” he breathed.

“What can you see?” you asked hurriedly.

“Just light.” you held your hand above his open eyes, displaying two fingers. “Wait, I think there’s something there…Is it a hand?” you let out an unashamed whoop of joy and rushed from the cabin, through the press of sodden soldiers.

“Hey! Jack, Peter, Mr Dawson!” you called from behind a gaggle of men. Peter was the first to reach you, his eyes wide with worry. He quickly calmed when he saw your smile.

“What is it?”

“It’s George, he’s started to see again. It’s a really good sign. The pressure seems to have gone down somewhat, allowing him to see again.” you rushed. “He’s out of the woods, Peter!” the young man let out a relieved bark of a laugh, hugged you and dashed down to the cabin.

“So the lad’ll live then?” came Jack’s familiar voice. You nodded keenly. “He’s alive because of you. You saved him, Y/N.” his voice was deeper, huskier with seriousness. Your grin faded then, as you looked at the pilot. Again you nodded, understanding what he was really doing: Jack Collins was absolving you of the death of the soldier, and it meant so much to you.

Up on deck it was very cold as the west wind was blowing with great force. The gusts cut through your thin blouse and the apron, making you shiver. You refused to let the cold affect you and instead pushed your way to the prow of the little vessel. It had been turned about and now pressed for home.

“Here.” Jack had followed you over to the railing and was placing his blue RAF jacket around your shoulders.

“Are you sure?” you asked, though in truth it was just a courtesy, he knew you were cold and you knew he wanted you protected.

“Aye.” Jack smiled.

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It was dark when the boat finally docked. There were hundreds and hundreds of other little ships all along the quayside and out of each of them the boys were pouring. After the Moonstone’s cargo of soldiers had disembarked, you sent Peter to find an ambulance and prepared George to be moved to a hospital. You did this by writing a quick note of what had caused his injury, the medication you had given him and the timings of all of this, then changing over to a fresh bandage for his head. George was transferred to a stretcher and put in the back of an ambulance, Mr Dawson sent Peter with him. Jack was with you as you waved goodbye to the pair.

“I suppose it’s goodbye then.” The man said as the vehicle rounded a corner and the sirens became quieter and quieter.

“Yes, it is.” As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to return to your home base in Portsmouth. You said a short goodbye to Mr Dawson and followed the floods of men to what you presumed was a train station.

The streets were crowded and you were jostled by the men all around you, you understood why, they were all desperate to get inside a warm train, so you didn’t begrudge it, but Jack did. Mr Collins quickly took you by the arm and used his taller frame to cut through the throng much more effectively. The third train you walked past had the sign “WEST-Portsmouth, Dorset” illuminated. You patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the train you knew you had to get on.  Jack stopped and turned to face you.

“I never got round to asking you,” you piped up, “what will you do now you’re back?”

“Probably go tae the pub, me an’ Farriers always did after a mission.” you were surprised to note some sadness in his face, he certainly wasn’t smiling. “It’d be a shame to break the tradition.”

“Yes, yes it would.” you nodded. “What about when the war’s over, what will you do then?” you asked with a lighter tone.

“Oh,” he smiled sheepishly, “Ah dinnae ken.” (I don’t know.) The Scottish phrase made you smile; it was close to the English so you understood.

The pair of you lapsed back into a tense silence then, as you tried not to glance too long at his eyes or worse, his lips.

“Un tuh-r oo ghawnh pawk?” Jack asked, popping the quiet bubble you’d been trapped in. You could make out that the Gaelic was a question from the tone but besides that you had no idea. He inched almost imperceptibly closer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means.” he was looking intently down at you, lips parted. You noticed his gaze flick down to your mouth, then back to your eyes. You hadn’t realised just how blue his eyes were until that moment. Your breath hitched.

“Oh, I think you do.” he whispered, only just audibly, his face so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. You were petrified and exhilarated all at once. Thoughts flew through your mind faster than a Spitfire, then you stopped thinking at all.

He was kissing you. You were kissing him. One of his hands was on the small of your back, you could feel the heat of it seeping into you, the other rested on one of your cheeks. His lips were very soft you noticed. There were soldiers all around you, some were laughing, you didn’t care in the slightest: they weren’t real, only he was.

The kiss stayed simple and gentle. It ended far earlier than you wanted it to though, but then, you could have quite happily kissed Jack Collins for eternity.

Jack reached up to slide a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You have very pretty eyes, you know, Y/N.” he intoned.

“Come find me, after the war.” you asked, unable to keep a pleading tone out of your voice.

“I will.” Jack said. Neither of you knew when the war would end, nor even if it would, but you could sense that his promise was solemn, so you allowed yourself to be put on the train. He stayed on the platform and waved you off, neither of you smiled. Before long the train had gathered speed and you were flying through the English countryside. You were home.

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The war had ended two weeks ago and it seemed as though the whole world was rejoicing. The sun was casting god rays through the glass windows of your father’s shop front, the people all but skipped by in the street and the wireless was belting out Billie Holiday. Everything felt right, almost everything, that is. You sighed and set back to your work, picking up a piping bag full of pink icing and going back to work on the cake on the worktop in front of you.

You hummed along to the song, “I’ll be seeing you”, as you worked and only looked up when the bell rang, signalling that a customer had entered the shop.

“Just a moment.” you called, wiping the icing off your hands with your baker’s apron.

You turned and gasped. It was Jack. The clothes had changed, now he was dressed in a smart black suit, a well-fitting shirt and a blue tie, but the smile was the same, dimpled and warm. You dashed over and threw your arms about him.

“You found me.” you breathed into his chest, finally content.

Throwing Off The Towel - Dean Ambrose x Reader

Summary:- You and Dean start riding together and sharing hotel rooms to save money, and one night, you go for a shower, forgetting to take your shampoo. You go back into the room in a towel to grab what you need - and give Dean a sight he can’t keep his hands off. 

Warnings:-Smut, Swearing, Some Fluff

Word Count:-1,422

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The Carnival (Negan x Female)

Summary: The Saviors find a fairgrounds fully intact and Negan asks her to be his date.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 1,920

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing 

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @prettyepiic who wanted “smut at the Carnival”. I hope I delivered! Fair warning, it’s pretty dirty. ;D

Thank you to @ashzombie13 for being my beta reader!

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

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everything-shall-be-blue  asked:

Hi! I love all your posts, they are really useful, but I was wondering if you could do one about washing clothes. I'm moving out in a few weeks and the only thing I know is that you are supposed to separate you clothing according to colors... which colors? I have no idea. Help

Absolutely! Doing laundry on your own can be super stressful the first few times, but after you’ve gotten use to it, the routine becomes easy.

Washing Clothes 101

1. Don’t separate. In a perfect world, you would be color sorting your clothes to perserve the crispness of their colors. Unfortunately, this is not a perfect world and doing laundry is expensive! I don’t know a single college student who actually separates their whites from their colors, and I would advise you to follow our example and to wash everything together. If you have any pieces of clothing that are very fragile or delicate, set them aside in a bag. Wait until this bag is full, and do a separate wash for them on a delicate cycle.

2. Detergent. Buy whatever detergent is on sale at your local dollar store. Generally speaking, liquid detergent has more washes in it than pods do. 

3. Making detergent. I’ve read some interesting arguments on Tumblr about how making your own detergent is more worthwhile than purchasing product. I actually found a post that broke down the pricing of everything. Based off of how much time/money they spent to put everything together and how many loads they got out of it, my fancy smancy 3-in-1 Tide Pods were 3x as cost effective. I would avoid making your own detergent, unless you know what you’re doing and really want to.

4. Cold vs Hot wash. Cold washes get stains out better and are more eco-friendly than hot washes. Period the end.

5. Do I need fabric softener? Fabric softener is not necessary at all! Its main purpose is supposedly to perserve the softness of your clothing’s fabric during its time in the washing/drying machines. And maybe it does, but not in a very noticeable way. What it does do is smell strongly, a smell that I happen to really enjoy, but not everyone does. That said, fabric softener is super inexpensive, and a bottle of it will last you a year because you only use a small amount per wash. So if you like the smell of it, absolutely- go for it!

6. Do I need dryer sheets? Once again, no you do not! Dryer sheets help keep your clothing from sticking together and getting staticky, which is something you will notice occasionally as you start doing laundry. That said, they are very similar to fabric softener in the way that they mostly act as a scenting agent. Unlike softener, they aren’t super inexpensive, but are supposedly reusable. 

7. Card vs. Coins. Both of these are payment methods for washing machines. Some laundromats have both, most only offer one method. I personally prefer the card because it means that I don’t have to walk around with pockets full of quarters. But some laundromats will charge a small fee for the card and a larger fee if you loose it and need a new one. 

Identifying Washing Machine Types

Unfortunately, there isn’t really a “once size fits all” method for operating washing machines. There are so many different brands of washing machines, all of them varying in age and efficiency. The best I can do is to break the machines into two different categories (pictured above). 

The washing machine on the left is a newer model, the sort of machine that you will find in most laundromats. These machines are generally larger capacity, and are fully automatic. 

On the right, we have the older model. These machines require more legwork and caution then their counterparts because they can overflow easily.

The Method (Washing)

How to Wash Clothes Using an Older Model

1. If you have liquid detergent, start by pouring it into the bottom of the washer. Generally one cap is enough for one full washer. If you’re using pods, see step 4.

2. Pile smaller items towards the bottom of the washer to avoid clogging the machine. If you have to place larger items like blankets on the bottom, make sure that they are situated loosely. 

3. Be careful not to overload the machine! These machines are finicky and do not like to be overworked. Load clothes up to the top of the plastic tube that juts out from the center of the machine. 

4. If you are using pods, now is the time to add them. Two detergent pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle. 

5. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

6. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine. 

7. If you want to add softener, you will need to wait until the “add softener” light turns on. This is about midway through your wash. You’ll pour the softener directly into the machine. You’ll notice how the machine stops running when you open the lid. It’s crazy what technology can do nowadays!

8. Wait until the washing machine finishes its cycle, otherwise the bottom will be filled with water and your clothes will be drenched.

9. Start moving your laundry into dryers. 

How to Wash Clothes Using an Newer Model

1. Fill the machine with clothes, taking extra care to ensure that they aren’t packed tightly.

2. Locate and open the soap compartment located on either the side or top of the washer. Pour your detergent in the one marked “detergent”. If you are using pods, see step 5.

3. Add any softener you may wish to use into the compartment marked “fabric softener”.

4. Remember to close alls compartment, or else you might get hit with some water.

5. If you are using laundry pods, add them directly to the machine, dispersing them throughout the clothes. Two pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle.

6. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

7. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine. 

8. This type of laundry machine has a security lock that activates after you have started the wash cycle. Nobody, not even you, will be able to access what is inside this washer until after it completes its cycle. Feel free to leave the laundromat and get some chores done in the meantime!

9. You will hear a distinct “click” after the washing machine has finished working. Start moving your wash into dryers!

The Method (Drying)

Unlike washers, all drying machines are essentially the same. They will all be oriented like the newer washer model. 

1. Clean on the lint traps in the dryer before you even begin loading your clothing in. Find the lint trap and slide it open, use your hands to scrape the lint off the screen. Put this lint in the nearest receptacle. 

2. Place the lint trap back in- the dryer will not run until it is fully secured.

3. Start loading clothes! It’s impossible to gage how powerful or efficient a dryer is until you try it. I recommend dividing your clothes between two dryers and running them for 30-45 minutes. If you want a more involved but faster method, divide your clothes between as many dryers as possible, and run them for the shortest amount of time. 

4. Add your dryer sheets. The rule of thumb is two sheets per normal sized load.

5. Some machines have a one-size fits all cycle, which could be anywhere from 30-50 minutes. Other machines (most public machines) have a pricing system. My local laundromat has 15 minutes for 25¢, so I’ll put in a 75¢ for 45 minutes. 

6. Select the cycle you would like to use on your machine. I aways recommend the hottest cycle to save money.

7. The first few times you do a load of laundry, you’ll have to keep checking your clothes for doneness. Dryers do not lock, so you can open them at any time to check your clothes. So can the creepy guy in the laundromat- so it’s best to keep an eye on them.

8. After your clothes are done, load them back into your laundry bin.

9. Remember to discard any dryer sheets, little shriveled up pieces of paper, etc from the inside of the dryer. I also like to be polite and to clean the lint trap for the next person.

A Trick...or...Two ~Freaky February~ (N.F)

Prompt: A smut with Noah Foster from Scream

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Word Count: 1.k

Warning: I’ve never written with Noah, nor have I played written with him so this was kind of hard but a lot and I mean a lot of fun!

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Some Days Just Suck

This is a ONE SHOT. No amount of begging or bribing will make me write another piece to this. I’m writing it because I feel emotionally ambiguous today and @tammywt had the idea I use Claire to express that. :) So beware of language, if that sort of thing bothers you.

Author’s Note: this isn’t the best thing I’ve ever written. I’m blaming it on cramps and exhaustion. But I’m gonna post it anyway.


When I came home, she was cryin’ on the floor. I thought maybe she’d had a fall or had seen a sad commercial on the TV again. I approached her slowly because I kent she had a sharp tongue when she wasna feelin’ well.

“Sassenach? What’s a matter, a nighean?”

She turned on me, golden eyes bright as ever I’d seen them. 

“What’s the matter?! You have the balls to ask me that? NOW?!”

I looked around the house, but only noted the small pile of rubbish I hadna taken out yet.

“Can I get ye tell me what’s made ye so upset?”

Her eyes narrowed at me and I wondered if a single look could burn a house down.

“Angus and Rupert wouldn’t stop laughing about the hooker they both fucked. They left my house a fucking mess. I’m still finding beer cans, by the way. My head is killing me and they just wouldn’t shut up! ON TOP OF THAT, they seem to have forgotten I’ve learned Gaelic!”

I winced. I kent what had made her upset.

“I smacked Angus for sayin’ that.”

“But you didn’t disagree with him!”

I felt like I was walkin’ on a tightrope wi’ a safety net of land mines, just waiting to explode.

“Yer breasts are bigger, mo chridhe. But it’s no’ a bad thing.”

The anger I’d been afraid of suddenly left her eyes and she began weeping again. Christ Almighty save me from my hormonal wife, I prayed silently.

“You think I’m fat.”

I sat down on the floor beside her and pulled her into my lap. I cradled her as best I could, rocking us gently.

“No’ at all, love. I think ye’re pregnant, which is why ye have larger breasts and ye feel bigger. Yer growin’ a person, remember.”

“Yes, I bloody well know I’m growing a damn person, James Fraser. You needn’t speak to me like I’m a dim witted child.”

“Aye, I ken that. I’m just reminding ye that’s how I see ye. That I see ye grow more beautiful each day as ye grow our bairn. And no,” I said, sensing her objection. “I’m no’ just sayin’ that.”

When she started movin’, I released my hold. I thought she’d get up and walk away, as she’d done a time or two before. Usually when she got this emotional, she needed time to collect herself and relax. 

Instead, she curled into me, her head on my chest. I moved until my back was against our couch and just held her. 

“Do you love me?” she asked in that quiet, fearful voice that always made my chest ache.

“Aye. More than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. You are my home, Claire Fraser.”

“Even when I yell at you?”

I smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Aye, even when ye yell at me.”

“I’m sorry about that, the yelling.”

“Dinna fash, lass. As I said, I still love ye. And Angus deserves a smacked head now and then anyway.”

I held her for a long time, just waiting for her to decide what to do next.

“Are ye tired, mo ghraidh?”

Her head nodded slowly.

“I’ll take ye up to bed, then.”

Wi’ minimal struggle, I got to my feet and carried my beloved wife up the stairs to our room. I waited until she was fully asleep before goin’ back downstairs and cleaning the house. I’d intended to clean it after I got home from dropping Angus off, but she’d beat me back.

When I put the cleaning supplies back, I decided it would be a while before we had poker night. Angus was rowdy when he was drunk and I didna need him making another comment about the size of my wife’s breasts. Especially no’ in her hearing. I’d have to pay him back for that.

Done wi’ the cleaning, I went back up to our bedroom where she still slept. Though I wasna tired, I laid down beside her just to listen to her breathe. This was my home.

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Request: “hi! i loved ur supernatural fic, i wanted to request one where ur a hunter and you’ve been working on a case for ages & ur about to finish but the Winchesters swoop in & start working it. You run into them at the scene of whatever it is & they don’t take you seriously until you pull a gun on one of them & pin the other to the floor. the monster pops up you were so focused on the boys & it takes you by surprise and they save you. After, you let them crash at yours & cheeky sam smut pls? thanks xx”

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2238

Warnings: smut


“And was your mother acting strange at all recently, before she left?” You asked the timid child softly. For 3 months you had been tracking the damn Changeling, but you had only figured out recently that this one in particular was fond of taking the form of mothers, rather than children.

“She…” the little boy buried his teary face into his grandmother’s sleeve, clutching to her as he croaked out his response hesitantly. “She hit me.”

The grandmother gasped, patting a comforting hand on his head as she shook hers. You were about to further the investigation when there was a ringing at the door.

“Who could that be?” The grandmother mumbled to herself, uneasily pulling the boy gently from her side to get up and greet whoever came to visit. You turned back to the shaking figure, reaching out a hand to hold his.

“Don’t worry Thomas, the woman who hit you wasn’t your mother. Your mother loves you too much to ever hurt you.” You whispered.

“Did Mummy get abducted by aliens?” His big blue eyes questioned.

“Kinda-“ You hushed as the grandmother came back in, accompanied by two tall men. You frowned, your guard already being put up as the two looked a little sketchy.

“Uh hi, think you might’ve been misplaced here, we’re taking the case.” The shorter one of the two relayed, flashing his badge. You narrowed your eyes, suspicious as to why the actual FBI would take an interest in a missing person’s case like this one.

“May I ask what your names are?” You inquired, placing an open palm in front of them. They both passed you their badges for inspection.

“Holt and Langdon.” The taller one chimed. You still viewed them suspiciously. You turned back to the boy who was now shaking, clutching the fabric of his pants tightly in his small hands. You walked over to him, crouching down to be at his eye level.

“I’ll be right back.” You cooed, giving his arm a comforting squeeze. He nodded, and you stood, walking past the agents while signalling for them to follow you outside. Once the door had closed behind you, you turned to them.

“I want the truth. You can’t be FBI.” You spoke sternly. “Hunters?” You asked.

The two shared a look, then slowly began nodding.

“I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean.”

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Looking for a roommate, supportive and accepting home 💕

My name is Lauren and I know this may be a shot in the dark but my boyfriend and I are looking for someone in the metro Atlanta area that needs to get out of an abusive home and is of working age. We need to move within the next month due to a rent hike and we are having trouble affording any places in our city (Douglasville) without the help of a roommate.

We are open to anyone older than 18, gender and orientation does not matter. We are very accepting and supportive and want to give someone a supportive environment that may not have one currently. We have an extra bed frame, mattress, sheets and basic necessities. We may have extra clothes depending on size and gender. We are fully willing to help you find a job, get a license, whatever else you would need help doing. We are also willing to drive to come get you if you have no way to leave.

We both have experience with mental illness and are very patient and understanding. I would prefer to give this room to someone who needs to escape abuse because we both have needed to escape abuse as young adults and we want to provide someone else that chance!

If you are interested please message me on tumblr messenger. I will skype with you so we can meet in real time and get to know each other. Please pass this around as much as possible so anyone who needs it has a chance to see it. Thanks so much!

Give in to me

17 years old (2011)

(Picture is not mine!)

Warnings: Smut 

A/N: Honestly, I suck at writing smut and there are definitely more talented people than I am! I hope you still enjoy it! xoxo


“Are you really sure you want to do it?” Harry’s hot breath hit my lips, his green orbs searching for confirmation in my eyes. I was placed onto his lap, straddling him. Our crotches met each other while I was grinding on him to create friction and simultaneously to get him turned on. I felt his hands trailing their way down my back to my hips where they stayed.

“Absolutely.” I panted, tangling my fingers in the mob of curls and pushing his head towards mine so I could connect our lips to a kiss again. What should suppose to be an evening with cuddling and watching movies until we fell asleep instantly turned out to be a heated make out session. Deep down, I knew it was time to lead our relationship to the next level.

We had been together for almost a year and none of us truly came up with the topic of having sex with each other. Every now and then you could notice that we lusted for the other one but honestly we never went further. Harry was very patient in that case and he took sex very seriously I could tell because it meant more to him than just having fun. For him, sex consisted of commitment, trust and deep connection and not to forget love. When it happened then because we loved each other and wanted to make this experience not because we felt obligated to do it. I knew he wanted to give me as much as time that I needed until I came to the point where I could say I was ready to give in myself to him.

Tonight, I was ready. Ready to connect my body with his, feeling him close to me than ever. Feeling his unconditional love for me.  Just the thought caused little jolts in my entire body.

“You know we can wait.” Harry mumbled, pulling away from my lips. His face showed a hint of uncertainty. “It’s your first time, love. I don’t want you to regret anything afterwards. If we do this you’re not a virgin anymore. When it’s done, it’s done and there is no turning back. So please, think about it clearly. I don’t want to take something special that only belongs to you when you’re not into this.”

“I am, Harry.” I reassured him, caressing his cheek gently. I loved how caring he was. “I want you to make love me. I don’t want to share this experience with anyone but you.” My voice almost sounded desperate.

It was yet enough to convince him about my choice. He nodded his head. “Okay.” He whispered. “Let’s go to your bedroom then.” He stood up, me still clinging onto him, steadying his hands under my thighs and carrying me upstairs. Thank god my parents weren’t at home by the time and they wouldn’t be there for a while so Harry and I had all the privacy that we needed.

Arriving at my room, Harry carefully placed me onto my bed. A wave of nervousness washed over me and I could tell that Harry felt the same.

“You’re still sure about this, yeah?” He questioned again.

I nodded my head agreement. “I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.”

Harry crawled his way towards me until he was hovering over my body and I lied beneath him. He put his hands to the left and right of my head and bent down. My heart beat quickened and excitement run through my body. I couldn’t wait to become one with him.

As he kissed my lips, he slowly stripped my shirt over my head. The sudden contact with the cool air let goose bumps rise on my skin. I heard a slight gasp out of his mouth as he saw what kind of bra I wore. His eyes grew to a dark shade and lust was obviously visible in them. My hands went down to his pants and unbuckled his belt. Sliding his jeans to his ankles, I could recognize the bulge in his boxers.

We freed each other from the remaining bits of our clothes, throwing them in a corner of my room. However, when it came to my underwear, insecurity crept its way onto the surface. Firstly, Harry never saw me naked before, not even in a bikini. And secondly, I never was content with my body and I kinda was afraid of how he would react to it.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked, sensing my hesitation.

“Nothing.” I claimed, just because I didn’t want to destroy our mood.

“Are you feeling insecure?” He exactly hit the mark with his question.

“(Y/N), you’re insanely beautiful, no matter how you look like. Even if you had more pounds on your hips or thighs or whatever part on your body, I would have still loved you. I love you for you, not for your body.”

Harry always knew what to say to cheer me up. I smiled widely and as he told me to arch my back so he had access to my bra and could unclasp it, I did what he said. The straps of my black laced bra slowly glided down my arms, giving Harry a perfect view on my breasts.

He offered me a smile, which gave me the feeling of encouragement.

“Do you like them?” I asked.

“I love them.” He said. “They’re perfect.” I took his both hands and let them to my chest. He cupped my breasts and kneaded them softly, adding a bit pressure on them. A content sigh escaped my lips and a wave of heat crushed on me. Harry glared intently at me, curious about my reaction. I closed my eyes in satisfaction, taking my lower lips between my teeth. His thumps brushed gently against my sensitive nipples and another sigh escaped my mouth as I felt little tingles flowing through my body.

Then, Harry took my nipples into his mouth, his tongue twirling around the little nubs until they became hard. Looking at him pleasuring me was definitely a hot sight.

“May I go further?” He inquired and as I gave him my approval to do so, he stripped me out of my panties. I was now fully naked and Harry practically devoured me with his eyes.

“I think I could get used to seeing you naked. Hopefully more often.” He grinned cheekily.

“Haha, you wish Styles.” I remarked.

Harry freed himself out of his boxers afterwards, my eyes widened and I gulped as I saw the size of his hard cock. He was huge. I took a deep breath.

“You think we could start?”

“Yes.” I responded. He went to his drawer and put out a little pack of condoms.

“Harry, we don’t need that.” I said. He gave me a confused look.

“I’m on birth control.” I admitted and earned a slightly bewildered expression on Harry’s face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, I wanted to be prepared once the time came. I want to feel you entirely, Harry. All of you.”

He came back to me, pushing me on my back, then placing himself between my legs. His hands were all over my naked body. Wherever he touched me, his hands left a burning sensation behind. My desire for him grew more every passing second. He placed his soft lips on my throat. I tilted my head to the side so he had more access to my neck, peppering my skin with gentle kisses. He easily found my sweet spot, teasing it with his amazing tongue. Biting, sucking, licking, that’s how he worked on my skin, drawing blood to the surface. He left his marks on me, to be seen for everyone and I was sure that I would keep them for a long while. But honestly, I didn’t care.

“It’ll hurt at the beginning.” He whispered in my ear. “I need you to stay relaxed and calm, okay.” I nodded.

“You need to tell me if you can’t handle it anymore and I will stop. Just tell me when you feel uncomfortable, please.”

I could feel the base of his erection against my core and then he slowly pushed himself into me. A burning pain hit me instantly and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my body stiffening. I couldn’t prevent a few tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Relax, baby.” Harry soothed. “I know it hurts.” I tried to, but the further he slid into me the more pain I felt. I whimpered. My nails were digging into his arms and Harry hissed at it.

“(Y/N), I will stop, okay? I don’t like to see you in pain. We can repeat this some other time.”

As he intended to slide out of me, I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing him to stay.

“(Y/N).” He begged.

“No, please continue.” I choked out whilst the pain. He wiped away my tears and kissed over my eyes tenderly.

“But you’re hurting.”

“Move, Harry.” I was in pain, yes, but he filled me up entirely and there were no enough words to describe how complete I felt. He gave me more time to adjust to his size.

Intertwining our fingers then, he started to move his hips, thrusting into me with a slow pace. I still felt uncomfortable but the pain vanished a bit the more he slid in and out of me.

“Are you okay, baby?” He inquired.

“Yes.” I answered truthfully.

The pain was soon replaced by pleasure and sweet moans started to leave my lips. Harry buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting heavily.

“Harry…” I sighed, spreading my legs wider so I could take more of him. Here we were, tangled in each other’s arms with not only our bodies but also our souls connected, making passionate love to each other. It was amazing. An indescribable moment.

“(Y/N), you feel so good, baby. Oh jesus!” He groaned.

Thrust after thrust, he quickened his pace and we became a moaning and groaning mess. I no longer felt any pain. I bucked my hips up to meet his. When he hit my g-spot, I threw my head back in pleasure, screaming his name. He continued to hit that spot I was craving for and I could see the stars in front of my eyes. God, I loved this boy so much.

After a while, we switched positions so I could now ride him. I think he wanted me to be in charge of our love making so I knew how it felt to be in control. And I had to admit that I felt superior. Harry pressed his head against my chest, kissing the gap between my breasts. I increased my pace, bouncing faster but still gentle on his shaft. The sweet sounds that escaped his lips could have taken me to the edge here and now. I would always remember this even though there was more to come. And I was looking forward to it.

“You look so sexy riding me like this, baby.” Harry said. “Take all of me, baby. Make love to me. Show me your love. I’m all yours.”

I connected my lips with his, our tongues meeting each other and fighting for dominance.

“I love you, Harry.” I had the urge to scream this so everybody in the entire world knew that he belonged to me. However, it was in the middle of the night and I didn’t want the neighbors to wake up. I needed to contain the volume of my voice.

“I love you too, baby. Only you.”

Slowly, I felt something build up in my stomach and I knew I would hit my orgasm soon. Harry turned us to our old position and I lied underneath him again.

“I’m close, Harry.” I panted, slightly clenching around him.

“I’ve got you baby girl, let go when you feel like it. I’m here.” To find my release  faster, he added pressure on my clit, rubbing circles on it. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my screams.

“Shit!” More and more whimpers came out my mouth.

“Let go baby. Give in to me.” Harry encouraged me. With another thrust, I came on his erection, muscles clenching around him and my toes curling. Harry road me through my orgasm and when his thrusts became sloppy he found his own climax.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his lips parted and he let out a throaty moan. “(Y/N)!” He spurted his semen into me and watching him during his high for the first time was an amazing experience.

His body fell onto mine, his head resting on my bare chest. My fingers instantly run through his hair, slightly tugging at them.

“It was wonderful. I have no words to describe it.” I mumbled. I was no longer a virgin anymore.

“You’re not feeling pain, are you?” He sounded sleepy.

“No, not anymore.”

“That’s good. Don’t want you get hurt.” His voice was nothing but a whisper now.

“I’m fine, baby.”

He gave me a final kiss on my lips for that night.

Soon we fell asleep in each other’s. Sweaty but happy in more in love than ever.

anonymous asked:

analyse who's your daddy please. i need it.

“im about to analyze it to death be ready fools” that is the best and most exciting thing i’ve ever seen you write

i feel like “let’s never have kids” implies a “together” and i’m feeling emotionally overwhelmed about how casually they say things like this now :“)

just wanted to acknowledge all of these messages bc they made me lol :’) ok goodness. this video. wow. there’s a lot here. i’m just gonna focus on the shit that made me do immense double takes and actually go (similar to the third anon) ‘wth how are they saying this stuff so casually?? ?? what?’ there was a lot of that during this vid. i’m v shook.

first and foremost wtf @ their seeming indifference towards making sexual innuendos that involve each other. wtf @ their subtly destroying heteronormativity by lookin’ at the dad’s hot pink dildo and being relatively cool with it? apart from a bit of a chuckle from dan, they barely reacted? and wtf @ dan saying ‘we’re not kink roleplaying … YET’ like it was nbd? that would’ve literally given everyone a heart attack not even a year ago. similarly at the close of the video he says “if you want to see more father-son simulator, if that’s the kind of weird phan roleplay you’re into” and i actually squeaked???? ? when’s the last time either of them have even said the word “phan,” as a reference to their ship name, out loud, let alone on one of their main channels? but more than that, there wasn’t any of the usual attempt at hard-core shaming the audience for being into that sort of fantasy or for presuming that he and phil could ever be in a sexual situation together. for lack of a better way to phrase it, dan didn’t ‘no homo’ the idea of him sexually roleplaying w phil beyond the use of the word ‘weird’–and that was directly aimed at the kink, not the idea of sexual roleplay w phil generally?? if anything he just seemed amused by it. he didn’t call anyone pervs for thinking about it, he went out of his way to say it in the first place,,,, i can’t emphasize enough how much of a progression that is? ??? ?? i don’t really know why i am surprised since they’ve clearly relaxed their boundaries with us ever since the latter half of last year, but like. i’m surprised. it was noteworthy. i’m so happy about it. 

on a similar yet totally unrelated note, dan saying “philly doesn’t understand wasd,” towards the start of the vid is such an incredible example of how good they are at gradually normalizing certain things w their audience until they become completely unremarkable. the use of ‘philly’ as a nickname esp on dapg has escalated a lot in the past few months but really they’ve been seeding it for like nearly two years now. at this point it’s just soooo normal that most people don’t pick up on it? but it’s another example of something that even a year ago would’ve caused a lot of people to hyperventilate and pass out. today, however, i’ve seen literally zero posts or comments on the video about it. they’re so, so good at this–at slowly doing things that initially cause an uproar and then very rapidly become a normal thing bc of frequency. (another example, at least for me, is dan’s wavy hair lately. he’s been wearing it wavy so much that i honestly didn’t even notice till like 7 mins in that it wasn’t straightened. and then when i rewatched an old dapg vid just now i couldn’t believe how straight his hair usually was in the past!!! hope he sticks with the soft n’ wavy/thin gold earring rebrand idea for 2017 bc he looks amazing) 

obvi the biggest thing in this video though (let’s not even try to pretend otherwise) was all of the discussion of parenting and, specifically, co-parenting. together. having children. together. as a unit. wow. i honestly don’t really know how to adequately communicate how excited this makes me? ?? ? similarly to the sexual innuendo stuff, it’s crazy how far they’ve come in a relatively short span of time. they’re at the point where they can make comments like ‘maybe it will teach us how to be real parents,’ and ‘you’re an even worse dad than me,’ and ‘let’s never be parents’ (let. US. never. be. parents. [together].) to their audience without a second thought. and before all u doubters come crawlin’ out of ur anti caves to tell me that they could be talking about being parents individually with other partners …. … no?  i really don’t think they were. not the least bc it would hardly make sense for them to say things like ‘wow let us never be parents in our future separate lives with other partners ha!’ but also bc right after two of the biggest co-parenting comments (‘let’s never be parents’ and then my personal fav: ‘in hindsight, are we good parents?’) they start talking about the sims. phil even says ‘i can’t believe dil and dab have survived OUR parenting.’ it’s jst so demonstrative of the fact that they are thinking about parenting TOGETHER and i honestly couldn’t believe how open they were about that. which brings me to the moment towards the end when dan says “so in hindsight are we good parents?” i screenshotted the look that phil gave dan after and rb’ed a gif of it because … wth. it’s so fleeting. but it felt so important? there’s something so different about the way phil looks at dan right after saying ‘no. we’re terrible,’ almost as though he wants to check to see how dan reacts or as though he is just caught up in the softness of the idea of them having children at all. he gives this little breathy laugh and their eye contact there is so soft and so cute and so noteworthy bc it feels like something we weren’t really even meant to see. it feels like phil displaying his inner feelings a bit more than he normally would feel comfortable with. it was such a telling little moment for me (fully aware that i sound a bit crazy but like,,, whatever). 

also. bonus. phil noting the size of the garden then immediately wondering how much it costs … .. .. …. seems like someone’s mind is conditioned towards house hunting. just a thought. 

My Brother Can Beat Up Yours!

(Wordcount: 1.6K; HS AU. On ao3)


“Punch him!”

“This is really stupid,” Dean muttered, staring dubiously at the guy standing opposite him. “Man, I gotta apologize. I have no idea what’s got into him. He’s normally a good kid.“

“Likewise,” the other guy grumbled. “Anna is usually a sweetheart. I’ve never seen her raise a hand in anger.”

“Kill him, Cas!”

“Well, technically, she’s not raising a hand now,” Dean said with a roll of his eyes. “She just wants you to raise yours.“

When he’d come to the playground to pick Sam up after school this afternoon, as he’d done since getting his driver’s license earlier that year, the last thing Dean had expected was to be stepping into the middle of a showdown between his brother, Sam, and a pint-sized girl with a face nearly as red as her ponytail. Whatever argument they’d been having had apparently escalated beyond the point of no return, and although Sam had definitely been raised well enough to know that you don’t throw punches at classmates - particularly not tiny, female classmates - he’d obviously not outgrown the "my brother can beat up your brother” stage of development.

Dean was now facing down his “enemy,” a fellow teenager he’d never seen before, to the screams of a small horde of bloodthirsty ten-year-olds. He shrugged in embarrassment.

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idfvckadragon  asked:

Heya! If you don't mind my asking, what size canvas do you normally work in, pixels and DPI, as well as how far zoomed out you normally work? I work on really hefty canvases, zoomed out to around 25%-33%, so I'm curious about what other artists tend to do! Thank you for your time, and I hope you have a lovely day!

Hi!

Uh, wow. I don’t really have a size or zoom I “normally” work in. Both vary a lot, depending on the nature of the piece, what I intend to use it for and where in the process I am. If I have some sort of ambition with a picture that I don’t plan to print, I rarely go below ~2500px in any direction. DPI is pretty irrelevant in that case, since we don’t measure inches in the digital world. ;)

If I intend to print, I usually default to A3 in 300 DPI (3508 px*4961 px)? Sometimes much bigger, sometimes much smaller – what kind of print, style and level of detail I want determines that. I’m not gonna go over nine thousand with a sketch, silly chibi or pixel art, but I might if I want very thin lines or if I’m making a detailed, fully rendered image or something that needs to work as a 70 cm*100 cm poster.

To make this less messy for you all, I also often change the resolution as I go. Times change, ideas too, energy levels rise and fall…

As for the zoom? I’m a steady worker that stays between 16 % and 300 %… mostly. <3

TL;DR: I’m all over the place. (But that’s pretty much who I am)

Have a lovely day, you too!

Lori’s Recs: Anker chargers

So today on Lori’s Recs, I’m going to show you the best $25 I ever spent:

This is an Anker Astro E3 portable charger. This thing has saved my ass so many times, I can’t even tell you.

This charger (and Anker has a ton of models, this just happens to be the one I have) is about the same size as a cell phone, so it’s easy to carry. I pretty much bring it everywhere. This device, when fully charged, can charge up your cell phone anywhere from 4-5 times before requiring recharging itself. AND it charges my phone faster than a wall or car charger, to the point that sometimes I will use it to charge even when a wall or car charger is available, for the speed.

When I was in Germany, I’d be out all day and I definitely needed my phone for navigation, banking access, and just for something to read while I ate or rode the bus, and you and I know a phone’s charge won’t last a whole day of frequent use. This baby kept me up and running. I also use it while hiking and away from power.

The ONLY downside is that it kind of takes a long time to charge up itself. Overnight, at least. I usually charge it every few days or once a week depending on how often I’m using it.

I can’t speak for Anker’s other products but this baby is one of the best things I ever bought.

See What I See

Title: See What I See

Word Count: 2,228

Warnings: Season 10 spoilers, plus-size!Reader, inappropriate and rude (body and other) comments, mentions of blood, mild swearing, slight angst, fluff

Summary: After Sam and the Reader find demon!Dean and bring him back to the bunker, the Reader is left alone with Dean for a little while. Dean enjoys taunting her while they’re alone together.

Pair: [plus-size!Reader, x Dean/demon!Dean]

Author’s Note: So, I got a request to write another plus-size!Reader imagine! Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days.. this week has just absolutely sucked. But, eh. Request things! x Also, I know that this one shot doesn’t really correspond with the scene of Dean being cured, but for the sake of fanfiction, oh well.

              Sam’s words echoed through your head. It’s not him. Don’t listen to anything he has to say. Just focus on the fact that he’s gonna be alright. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. It’s not him. You continued to repeat his words, over and over again, in hopes of yourself believing it. Truth be told, it was difficult for you. It was Dean talking… but it wasn’t him. He didn’t mean the things he was saying. No. He wouldn’t. Would he?

              You remained silent, fumbling with the syringe of purified blood left by Sam, counting down the moments until the next hour to plunge the needle into his neck. You desperately yearned for Dean to be himself once more. You missed him dearly. All of you did. Sam. Castiel.

              “Oh, Y/N, why don’t you just give it up already?” Dean grumbled, a long exhale falling his words. “Don’t you get it? I don’t want to be… cured.

              You inhaled slowly, still facing away from him. Your eyes narrowed at the weaponry in front of you, your eyes tracing the designs in the silver blades in hopes of distracting yourself. You gravely tried to block out his voice, though your mind disobeyed, allowing his statements float into your mind and brand themselves into your brain.

              “C’mon, Y/N, don’t you understand that I don’t want to be saved? That I like the disease,” Dean hissed, the sound of his chains clanging together as he struggled against them, an unsatisfied grunt following his unsuccessful attempts of breaking free.

              “Too bad,” you muttered, checking the timer on your phone, alerting you that there was only a few more minutes until second to final injection. Just one more hour.

              Dean sniggered, your nose crinkling in disgust at the menacing tone to his laughter. You slowly pivoted around on your heel, the timer on your phone alerting you that it was time. You approached Dean, positioning the needle to inject into his neck. You gripped tightly down onto the roots of his hair, tilting his head and plunging the tip into his skin. Dean hissed, attempting to jerk himself away from you, but failed. You withdrew the syringe from his flesh, stalking back over to the table and setting it down onto the wooden surface.

              Dean coughed and groaned, lolling his head and resting his chin against his chest. “I know why you want your old Dean back so badly.”

              Your gaze lifted to face the arsenal of weapons hitched to the wall, your eyes growing wide with sudden curiosity. Of course you wanted Dean back, but the way he tone of voice was suggested that he had more to say and that his words had deeper meaning to them.

              “Do you think I don’t hear you and Sam talking?”

              You bit the inside of your cheek, your facial features hardening at his choice of a statement. How could he know? You very secretive about your growing feelings for the oldest Winchester, always making sure that he was out of earshot when you discussed it with Sam. Or so you believed to.

              “About how a guy like me could never fall for a girl like you?” he continued. You could hear the smirk in his voice, knots beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. You were a hunter. You weren’t supposed to be nervous nor scared, especially over petty, romantic feelings towards another. But you were. God, you were.

You had had feelings towards Dean for quite some time now, at first ignoring the strange sensations that bubbled in your abdomen. You told yourself that it was truly nothing, but as time went on, you began to accept the idea of being together with Dean, though you knew for a fact that he would never love a girl your size. Though Sam assured you that Dean would love you no matter what, you pushed his comments off with a shrug and a sip of your beer, telling him that his assumptions were ridiculous.

“Well, you’re right.”

Your breath was hitched in your throat, your mouth gaping at his confession. Though you had always known that he would never love a girl your size, there was always a glimmer of hope that possibly he would look passed your appearance. You were wrong, though.

Don’t listen. Sam’s voice rattled in your head, though you couldn’t help yourself. He sounded so real. This was Dean. This was Dean speaking. Not the demon inside of him. Dean.

“I’d never have feelings for a fat, disgusting bitch like you,” he snarled, an evil chuckle rumbling through his chest.

You stiffened, straightening your posture and rolling your shoulders back. You bit the inside of your cheek harder, your flesh coaxed with raw sores and the metallic taste of blood on the tip of your tongue. You took a deep breath in hopes of composing yourself, though you knew that Dean’s words stung. Normally, whenever someone would make an inappropriate comment regarding your appearance, you simply would shrug it off and possibly slug the guy. But with Dean? You couldn’t quite contain yourself. You felt the tears brim within your eyes, your Y/E/C hues growing glassy and bloodshot. You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands in hopes of distracting yourself from the hurtful words, though a single tear slipped passed your barriers and slid down your flushed cheeks.

“Oh, did I offend you?” Dean chortled, his chains clinging together as he huddled over in fits of laughter. “Sorry the truth hurts, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled, picking up your phone and slipping it into your pocket, beginning to make your way towards the exit.

“Oh, so I did offend you!” He laughed once more. “But there you go. Running away like you always do. God, whenever someone makes a comment about you, you run away. You cry. You’re weak, Y/N.”

His statement burned in your head, your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath that lifted in your lungs. A large lump began to form in your throat, you desperately trying to push down the sob that threatened to pass, though your attempts were unsuccessful. He was digging himself into your head. He was manipulating you. That’s what demons did. But you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t. This was Dean. Your best friend.

“See? There you go. Crying. God, how the hell did Sam and I even put up with you these last few years? We should have never started hunting with you. You’ve only brought us down. You’re too slow, Y/N. You can’t catch up. You’re a weak link. It’s your fault why so many people have died. You’re too slow to save them. You’re a failure.”

              “Shut up!” you roared, turning on your heel and marching towards him, retrieving Ruby’s knife from your pocket and pressing it to his neck.

              Dean’s cocky smirk caused a sneer to appear on your lips, your nose wrinkling. Dean’s tongue jutted out from his mouth, wetting his lips as his green eyes locked with yours. “Do it.”

              You applied more pressure to the blade, creating a small incision into his skin, but you immediately withdrew it once you realized what you were doing. You stared down at him for a brief moment, shaking your head before walking calmly to the door. You turned to face him once more, raising an eyebrow at him before pushing the cabinets together, blocking him from view.

“I heard shouting. What happened?” Sam frantically inquired as you stomped your way into the living room area, both Cas and Sam glancing up at you from their conversation on the couch.

              “It’s done. He only needs one more injection,” you informed rather harshly, making a beeline towards your room, slamming the hatchway shut. You sighed, replaying the previous events in your mind, the horror continuously repeating. Over and over again, the words that he spat at you caused a shiver to run down your spine, your jaw clenching tightly. You knew that he was a demon. You knew demons dug under your skin, but you couldn’t help but believe that what he hissed was true. Were you weak?

              You sighed heavily, plopping down onto your bed, burying your face within the comforter. He’ll be back to normal soon, you assured yourself, clutching down onto one of the pillows, reeling it into your chest. Soon.

              ***

              You hadn’t realized that you had fallen asleep until the sound of a knock brought you from your slumber. A groan seeped passed your lips as you lifted yourself up from your position, propping your elbow down onto the mattress. “Come in,” you hoarsely spoke, clearing your throat to awaken your vocal chords.

              The door slowly opened, revealing a small sliver of Dean’s tall frame, your eyes widening at the sight of him. He no longer carried himself as if he was superior over everyone. His shoulders were hunched a little, a guilty expression etched on his features.

              “Hey,” he murmured, walking fully into your room and shutting the door with a soft click. He cautiously made his way to the other side of your bed, your eyes following him with every step. The mattress sunk underneath his weight, his body shifting so he could face you properly. “I-”

              “Save it, Dean, you don’t need to apologize,” you mumbled, averting your gaze and allowing it to fall into your lap, your fingers fiddling together. “I know you didn’t know what you were saying.”

              “But that’s the thing, Y/N. I did know what I was saying.”

              You didn’t think that your heart could break any more than it already had, but clearly you were wrong. Your heart pace quickened in your chest, your stomach clenching at the sound of his words. He did know what he was saying. He did mean it. Of course he did. You knew that already.

              “But I couldn’t control myself. I tried so hard to stop, Y/N. God, I would never ever say that shit to you. But I couldn’t stop,” he whispered, pursing his lips to form a tight line. You felt his eyes still locked onto you, your gaze slowly flicking onto him once more, though you didn’t bother speaking. Dean noted your decision to be silent, his mouth disclosing to speak once more. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

              You slowly nodded, looking back down into your lap. Dean sighed, scooting his body closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You were startled at first, to say the least, but you relaxed into his grasp, burying your face into his shirt.

              “You’re wrong, though.”

              You peered up at him, your eyebrows knitted together into a line of confusion, cocking your head to the left slightly, indicating him to continue on with his thought.

              “You’re wrong. I could easily fall for a girl like you. Hell, I have.”

              Your eyes widening at his confession, your lips parting to speak, but his words beat you to it. “I know you have a horrible self-image of yourself, Y/N. But, God, I wish you could see what we see. What I see. I see a strong, confident, woman who can take down an entire vampire nest by herself. Who has saved many people. Who has saved this damned world. C’mon, Y/N. How can you be so blind?”

              You bit your bottom lip harshly, sighing quietly, though once again, you didn’t bother to answer. Dean breathed heavily, stroking your arm soothingly. “Because I see a beautiful, smart, hilarious, badass, curvy woman who should love herself no matter what has happened in the past. No matter what she looks like. No matter what anyone else ever says. You understand me?”

              You nibbled down harder, though you slowly nodded your head. You didn’t believe him, though. You’ve always had this image of yourself in your head that you weren’t good enough for anyone, especially Dean Winchester.            

              “You know I’m not the one to be all sappy and shit, but Y/N, I just want you to know who are you. You’re not weak. Not at all. We all make mistakes. We’re human. It’s how we are. It’s how we always will be. Please, believe me.”

              “Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” you mumbled, fluttering your eyes closed momentarily. Dean sighed, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, his calloused hand continuing to rub your arm comfortingly.

              “I have fallen for you, Y/N. I tried to deny it at first. Because who would have thought that Dean Winchester would actually get hooked on a girl? But, Hell, I have. God, have I. And I can’t help it. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”

              You leisurely looked up at him, a tiny smile twitching onto the corners of your lips. You leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, Dean immediately returning the romantic gesture.

              You pulled away after a few moments, your lips still tingling from the previous sensation, your smile growing wider. “It’s good to have you back, Dean,” you murmured, collapsing your body into his.

              Dean wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close to his chest and slowly rocking you back and forth, resting his chin on your head. “It’s good to be back.”

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How do you do laundry? I have no idea and I need to wash clothes.

Washing Clothes 101

1. Don’t separate. In a perfect world, you would be color sorting your clothes to perserve the crispness of their colors. Unfortunately, this is not a perfect world and doing laundry is expensive! I don’t know a single college student who actually separates their whites from their colors, and I would advise you to follow our example and to wash everything together. If you have any pieces of clothing that are very fragile or delicate, set them aside in a bag. Wait until this bag is full, and do a separate wash for them on a delicate cycle.

2. Detergent. Buy whatever detergent is on sale at your local dollar store. Generally speaking, liquid detergent has more washes in it than pods do.

3. Making detergent. I’ve read some interesting arguments on Tumblr about how making your own detergent is more worthwhile than purchasing product. I actually found a post that broke down the pricing of everything. Based off of how much time/money they spent to put everything together and how many loads they got out of it, my fancy smancy 3-in-1 Tide Pods were 3x as cost effective. I would avoid making your own detergent, unless you know what you’re doing and really want to.

4. Cold vs Hot wash. Cold washes get stains out better and are more eco-friendly than hot washes. Period the end.

5. Do I need fabric softener? Fabric softener is not necessary at all! Its main purpose is supposedly to perserve the softness of your clothing’s fabric during its time in the washing/drying machines. And maybe it does, but not in a very noticeable way. What it does do is smell strongly, a smell that I happen to really enjoy, but not everyone does. That said, fabric softener is super inexpensive, and a bottle of it will last you a year because you only use a small amount per wash. So if you like the smell of it, absolutely- go for it!

6. Do I need dryer sheets? Once again, no you do not! Dryer sheets help keep your clothing from sticking together and getting staticky, which is something you will notice occasionally as you start doing laundry. That said, they are very similar to fabric softener in the way that they mostly act as a scenting agent. Unlike softener, they aren’t super inexpensive, but are supposedly reusable.

7. Card vs. Coins. Both of these are payment methods for washing machines. Some laundromats have both, most only offer one method. I personally prefer the card because it means that I don’t have to walk around with pockets full of quarters. But some laundromats will charge a small fee for the card and a larger fee if you loose it and need a new one.

Identifying Washing Machine Types

Unfortunately, there isn’t really a “once size fits all” method for operating washing machines. There are so many different brands of washing machines, all of them varying in age and efficiency. The best I can do is to break the machines into two different categories (pictured above).

The washing machine on the left is a newer model, the sort of machine that you will find in most laundromats. These machines are generally larger capacity, and are fully automatic.

On the right, we have the older model. These machines require more legwork and caution then their counterparts because they can overflow easily.

The Method (Washing)

How to Wash Clothes Using an Older Model

1. If you have liquid detergent, start by pouring it into the bottom of the washer. Generally one cap is enough for one full washer. If you’re using pods, see step 4.

2. Pile smaller items towards the bottom of the washer to avoid clogging the machine. If you have to place larger items like blankets on the bottom, make sure that they are situated loosely.

3. Be careful not to overload the machine! These machines are finicky and do not like to be overworked. Load clothes up to the top of the plastic tube that juts out from the center of the machine.

4. If you are using pods, now is the time to add them. Two detergent pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle.

5. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

6. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine.

7. If you want to add softener, you will need to wait until the “add softener” light turns on. This is about midway through your wash. You’ll pour the softener directly into the machine. You’ll notice how the machine stops running when you open the lid. It’s crazy what technology can do nowadays!

8. Wait until the washing machine finishes its cycle, otherwise the bottom will be filled with water and your clothes will be drenched.

9. Start moving your laundry into dryers.

How to Wash Clothes Using an Newer Model

1. Fill the machine with clothes, taking extra care to ensure that they aren’t packed tightly.

2. Locate and open the soap compartment located on either the side or top of the washer. Pour your detergent in the one marked “detergent”. If you are using pods, see step 5.

3. Add any softener you may wish to use into the compartment marked “fabric softener”.

4. Remember to close alls compartment, or else you might get hit with some water.

5. If you are using laundry pods, add them directly to the machine, dispersing them throughout the clothes. Two pods per normal laundry load.

Please note that the following two steps are interchangeable. It does not matter if you set the cycle first, or wait until adding your money before setting the cycle.

6. Set the machine to whatever type of cycle you have decided to use. For everyday clothes and blankets, use a normal, cold wash. Heavier washes will cost more money and take longer. Your average wash should only take a half hour.

7. Add your coins or use your payment card to start the machine.

8. This type of laundry machine has a security lock that activates after you have started the wash cycle. Nobody, not even you, will be able to access what is inside this washer until after it completes its cycle. Feel free to leave the laundromat and get some chores done in the meantime!

9. You will hear a distinct “click” after the washing machine has finished working. Start moving your wash into dryers!

The Method (Drying)

Unlike washers, all drying machines are essentially the same. They will all be oriented like the newer washer model.

1. Clean on the lint traps in the dryer before you even begin loading your clothing in. Find the lint trap and slide it open, use your hands to scrape the lint off the screen. Put this lint in the nearest receptacle.

2. Place the lint trap back in- the dryer will not run until it is fully secured.

3. Start loading clothes! It’s impossible to gage how powerful or efficient a dryer is until you try it. I recommend dividing your clothes between two dryers and running them for 30-45 minutes. If you want a more involved but faster method, divide your clothes between as many dryers as possible, and run them for the shortest amount of time.

4. Add your dryer sheets. The rule of thumb is two sheets per normal sized load.

5. Some machines have a one-size fits all cycle, which could be anywhere from 30-50 minutes. Other machines (most public machines) have a pricing system. My local laundromat has 15 minutes for 25¢, so I’ll put in a 75¢ for 45 minutes.

6. Select the cycle you would like to use on your machine. I aways recommend the hottest cycle to save money.

7. The first few times you do a load of laundry, you’ll have to keep checking your clothes for doneness. Dryers do not lock, so you can open them at any time to check your clothes. So can the creepy guy in the laundromat- so it’s best to keep an eye on them.

8. After your clothes are done, load them back into your laundry bin.

9. Remember to discard any dryer sheets, little shriveled up pieces of paper, etc from the inside of the dryer. I also like to be polite and to clean the lint trap for the next person.