i never would have got this as a kid

dating advice: the “captain america” rule

Context: I grew up in a family of nerds, and superheroes were always a really big part of my childhood. Captain America was a favorite, and he kind of became my family’s standard for good behavior and just generally being a Nice Person. (If one of the kids started a fight they’d get hit with, “What would Captain America think of how you’re acting?”, stuff like that.)

So when I got to high school and started dating, my mom told me something that sounds funny but in retrospect actually turned out to be really good advice:

“Date someone who treats you the way Captain America would. Never settle for less.” 

And this has actually helped me so much in my dating life, through high school and into my adult years, because even if it’s a little silly, it’s been really helpful to have that standard in the back of my mind when I’m first going into a relationship. 

Would Captain America ignore my calls? Would Captain America forget my birthday? Would Captain America get mad at me for cancelling a date because a family emergency came up? If the answer is no, then I know that the person I’m currently dating does not meet my standards, and that I need to break things off before they get too serious.

And your standard absolutely does not have to be Captain America, specifically. It can be any person, male or female, real or fictional, who is known for being respectful and considerate. It can even be an imaginary “soulmate” that you make up yourself. The point is to have a specific idea of how you expect to be treated by your romantic partners, and to refuse to compromise or settle for less. (Just make sure you’re holding yourself to the same standards – you can’t expect to date superheroes if you’re going to treat your partners the way a supervillain would.) This is a really good way to keep yourself from falling into bad relationships where you aren’t treated with the respect and care you deserve.

TL;DR: You deserve to date people who are respectful and considerate of you. You deserve a Captain America. Don’t settle for less. 

One of the most hilarious aspects of FMA:B is just how the finale plays out.

like the protags get split (roughly) into Team Mustang and Team Ed Team Greed. 

Team Mustang, in preparation for the Promised Day, has consolidated power across the entirety of Amestris and organized a secret coup led by the Briggs forces covertly smuggled into Central. They then successfully take out the entirety of the High Command, and take command of the radio in such a way that they smoothly and secretively dictate all information released to the public which shuffles all blame onto the High Command and Briggs, away from Mustang, leaving Mustang’s hands clean and ripe for Fuhrer-dom, like the goddamn fucking pros they are

…and Team Greed has….um….hmmm…they sure did Show Up. Greed went somewhere. But I mean. …Ed definitely got into Central. He just……. Yeah he had no plan. None of those 4 (5?) idiots had any kind of plan in the months leading up to this. They were hiding in a basement. Stellar. Illustrious. Our Protagonist, everyone. The Prodigy. The Smartest state alchemist Amestris has seen. Hiding in a basement at home. Pretending to be dead.

Like Thank Fucking God for Mustang because FMA was never going to shape up into one of those “plucky young protag kid somehow outsmarts the whole Big Bad Organization” no Ed’s dumb as a doornail and would have gotten stomped into the ground if he didnt have An Experienced Strategic Adult With Uncountable Connections and Vast Knowledge of Military Procedure on his side.

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      PREGNANCY -

❝ We’re going to be parents! ❞
❝ Did you feel him/her/them kick!? ❞
❝ Do you want to feel the baby? ❞
❝ I’m pregnant…and it’s yours. ❞
❝ Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father? ❞
❝ What are you hoping for? ❞
❝ I feel so nauseous today… ❞
❝ What should we name him/her/them? ❞
❝ How many diapers do you think we’ll need? ❞
❝ You’re crying over a puppy? ❞
❝ Is just strawberry okay? They didn’t have strawberries and cream. ❞
❝ I’ve read this book four times I’m basically an expert by now. ❞
❝ Boy or girl? ❞
❝ Wait, do we have everything on this list I found? ❞
❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞
❝ This kid can come out anytime it’s ready. ❞      
❝ You’re glowing. ❞
❝ How far along are you? ❞
❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞
❝ Hospital. Now! ❞
❝ I think that was a contraction… ❞
❝ The due date’s not until next week! ❞

     NEW BABY -

❝ S/He’s your kid before five in the morning. ❞
❝ We need to go on a diaper run again. ❞
❝ We’re out of formula–where’s the other can!? ❞
❝ Ugh, s/he spit up on my good shirt! ❞
❝ S/he won’t stop crying, I don’t know what to do. ❞        
❝ Please take him/her, I’m going to go crazy with the screaming. ❞
❝ Is it even possible for a baby to scream so much!? ❞
❝ Should they be breathing like that? ❞
❝ I need to go check on the baby. ❞    
❝ If you never put him/her down you’ll spoil him/her. ❞
❝ Daddy/Mommy’s little girl/boy! ❞
❝ Good morning, little spawn of Satan! ❞
❝ Shhh, they’re finally asleep.  ❞    
❝ Dammit, I just got them to sleep! ❞
❝ Be careful, s/he’s a hair puller…. ❞
❝ Where’s the pacifier!? ❞
❝ I can’t find his/her blanket, please help me. ❞    
❝ I’ve been up since four this morning, it’s your turn. ❞
❝ I found you and the baby sleeping in the recliner at six am and it was so precious. ❞
❝ Stroller, diaper bag, playpen, blanket, bottles, what else do we need before we go to your parents? ❞
❝ A babysitter!? Are you insane!? ❞    
❝ You’re going to spoil them. ❞    
❝ We can’t go out with the baby, that’s just asking for trouble. ❞
❝ Baby’s awake… ❞
❝ S/he’s so precious…. ❞
❝ This is our son/daughter…. ❞
❝ We make damn beautiful babies. ❞
❝ Look at his/her little feet… ❞
❝ S/he has your eyes. ❞
❝ Do not dress him/her in that! ❞    
❝ Be careful with him/her! ❞
❝ Did you remember to pack his/her toy? ❞
❝ His/her first tooth came in today. Already bit me.❞
❝ Did you hear that? That was a cough.❞           

        CHILDREN -

❝ The kids won’t stop fighting. ❞
❝ We should have another. ❞
❝ Stop giving them dessert before dinner! ❞
❝ You’re going to spoil them rotten… ❞
❝ You need to learn not to fall for the puppy dog eyes.  ❞
❝ I just love them so much!? ❞    
❝ How are we going to break the news to them that they’re getting a brother/sister? ❞
❝ Their screaming woke the baby… ❞    
❝ I’m a horrible mother/father… ❞
❝ How can you make the baby hush and I can’t? ❞
❝ Was that a word!? ❞
❝ His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word! ❞    
❝ You look exhausted. ❞
❝ First steps! First steps! ❞
❝ Watch, s/he can roll over now! ❞
❝ I don’t want anyone else watching our baby/children. ❞    
❝ They totally wanted to build the pillow fort, not me. ❞
❝ Can you manage dropping them off? ❞
❝ Damn terrible twos, right? ❞
❝ How did they outgrow their clothes so fast!? ❞   
❝ I think we make damn good parents. ❞
❝ Why are both you and the baby crying? ❞
❝ Here, I’ll watch him/her, you go relax. ❞
❝ I haven’t been able to put her/him down all morning/day/night. ❞    
❝ S/he doesn’t want me, s/he wants you! ❞
❝ S/he just ran into the coffee table, don’t worry. ❞
❝ Stop fighting with me in front of the kid/s! ❞
❝ We shouldn’t have dressed the twins in matching outfits… ❞    
❝ Can I hold him/her? ❞
❝ S/he has separation anxiety because you never put them down! ❞
❝ My mother always hoped my kids would end up like me…I’m so sorry. ❞
❝ I wouldn’t let them do ____, so they started crying. ❞  
❝ Oh, s/he’s just a little angel! ❞
❝ Hello, little one! ❞
❝ I can babysit if you’d like. ❞
❝ Guess who broke your favorite ____. ❞  
❝ Finally got him/her/them to sleep. ❞
❝ It’s your turn to put him/her/them to bed. ❞
❝ I hate bath time. ❞
❝ Can you help me with the kids for five goddamn minutes!? ❞
 
❝ I think ____ is jealous of the baby. ❞
❝ ___ just hit ___, can you do something!? ❞
❝ Is locking kids in the basement against the law!? ❞
❝ They’re cute when they’re quiet. ❞
❝ Maybe taking them to the park will let out all their energy. ❞
❝ _____ colored on the walls today… ❞
❝ Look at the mess they made again… ❞      
                     

ten years time, at a big hollywood oscars after party
  • Me: *sees shonda rhimes*
  • Me: *approaches shonda rhimes*
  • Me: *taps shonda rhimes on the shoulder*
  • Shonda Rhimes: *turns around*
  • Me: i wiLL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR KILLING LEXIE GREY IN SUCH A SHITTY WAY. SHE NEVER GOT HER HAPPY ENDING WITH MARK SLOAN SHE WAS FUCKING CRUSHED TO DEATH BY A PLANE AND HER BODY WAS EATEN BY WOLVES. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. ARE. YOU. FUCKING. SERIOUS. WOLVES, SHONDA. SHE DIDNT GET A FUCKING BURIAL. SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO MARRY MARK AND HAVE A LOVING FAMILY AND BE HAPPY. THE FUCK SHONDA.
  • Me: anyway, congrats on the Oscar™ and also thanks for breaking so many barriers for female creators.
You Deserve Punishment (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 6,350

A/N: Extreme vulgar language use. Name calling, and heavy dom/sub undertones. There is also a lot of yaoi (boyxboy) action. Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, etc…) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

Never in a million years, would you have expected to walk into a full 500 student lecture, only to easily spot the two people you never wanted to see again. There was a big lump held in your throat, as you quickly ducked your head down to find an empty seat. Unfortunately for you, the only empty seat you found was exactly a row behind these certain individuals. Trying to sit down as quietly as possible, you mentally screamed, You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Since when did they come here?!? How could I not have known?!?

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random northern lad having a chat: ‘so those stark kids just murdered the lord of the riverlands and lord protector of the vale, slit his throat in the great hall without a trial, the same lord who came in to save our asses during the battle of the bastards’

other northern lad : ‘wait what why?’

random northern lad: ‘the kid in the wheelchair said a bird saw him do some bad shit idk’

other northern lad: ‘right, seems reasonable, I, as a functioning member of a society who operates under these peoples rule, have no qualms about any of this happening’

My brother and i were playing Arkham Horror .

Me:I want to go here. Nothing bad usually happens here. *draw my encounter and fail the roll*

Me: …i got eaten by a tapestry.

Brother: *Busts out laughing*

We make a new character and take a bit to get it together since we were both laughing.

First turn for the new player, i go to a specific location beneficial for them .

Me: *Draw encounter* Woah, dude I have a 25% chance to summon the elder god right now.

Brother: *looks at the low health the Elder God would have * DO IT!

ME: Crap. Ok. *roll* ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Brother:What?! *he is excited, the sadist*

Me: Summoned it! God damn it (new character), this never would have happened wik (dead character)!

After we finish, his girlfriend is over.

Girlfriend: How did it go?

Brother: One of his characters got eaten by a curtain, the new one summoned the Elder God on their own, and we shotgunned the crap out of it.

Me: You know, the usual.

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hallelujah // panic! at the disco

bodyguard!wonwoo;

Originally posted by jeonfhan

  • for this sweetie’s bodyguard!wonwoo request!!
  • so, how wonwoo got to being a bodyguard was definitely not intentional
  • like he didn’t just put in an application and hope for the best!!! he was recruited by a friend actually
  • in wonwoo’s youth, he was always a pretty strong, tall kid
  • his mom would have him move the furniture whenever she felt like the house needed a change, or he would help the kind granny next door carry her groceries inside whenever she needed it
  • his parents were under the impression that wonwoo was getting all this muscle from being on the basketball team, which he was on (with good friend and basketball captain seungcheol) of course, but he was also working those muscles punching bullies in the faces

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Momma and Me and the Devil Makes Three

People always tell stories about women who give birth to Satan’s baby. But do they ever ask what it’s like to be that kid? Yeah… that’s me. My dad is literally the devil. It’s cool, I guess.

My mother was a virginal and devout Christian girl when she got pregnant with me. She knew Satan was the father, but she still refused to have an abortion. So after I was born, all she could do was try to hide my more demonic features. But that never worked. The others knew I was different in strange, unseen ways.

When I was six, I discovered that Dad would visit when I summoned him. I’d draw a pentacle on my bedroom floor with chalk and ashes. I’d light red candles, and chant Bible verses in backwards Latin. Then—there he’d be! Sometimes he’d bring me a souvenir from Hell, usually a tooth extracted from a sinner he’d tormented that week. But best of all, he’d cradle me in his fiery-hot arms and patiently listen as I’d recite the names of the bullies who had taunted me.

Naturally, they’d always try to apologize once Dad got hold of them. But he had no mercy. None! He’d dangle them upside down, belching scorpions from his mouth into theirs. The scorpions would sting their lungs and chomp away at their bones and soft organs until they were helpless, screaming bags of hollow skin.

His protective rage made me feel safe, loved, and empowered. So much so, that when I was thirteen, I summoned the courage to tell him about Momma.

His scowl deepened as I recounted how she had begun my forced transformation from ugly to perfect.

“She held me down and cut off my horns with a curved blade,” I said. “There was so much blood that it mixed with my tears.”

“Did she?” he bellowed, narrowing his eyes. “What else?”

“My tail,” I whimpered. “She tied a string around it so tightly that it withered off.”

“And your hooves?” he asked, holding my wrists in his fingers, tenderly stroking the raw, still-oozing stumps.

“She burnt them off,” I whispered. “But I look fully human now, don’t I?”

Dad’s roars of grief and fury shook the earth.

He promptly nailed Momma upside-down to a hot iron crucifix and placed a crown of jellyfish tentacles upon her head. And for three days, I watched her die. Her blood mixed with her tears as she begged me for forgiveness.

“Her anguish is nothing compared to what you suffered at her hands,” he said, putting an arm around me. Then he hoisted me onto his massive shoulders, just like when I was little.

“Listen, kiddo,” he said. “You’re perfect, just the way you are. You always were. How about you come live with me, and finally become the Antichrist?”

“I’d like that,” I said.

With a stomp of his dreadful hooves, he opened a crack in the ground, and we descended to Hell together.

When I was in high school we had a really weird fad that got way out of hand. Some kid had found out how to tie tiny strings to the legs of flies so he could carry it around and keep it as a pet. Teachers couldn’t really do anything about it since it was just a fly, y’know. They aren’t so uncommon in schools. Anyway, he started teaching more kids how to do it and it caught on.

Soon every kid in the school had pet flies tied to strings. They’d even get like multiple flies and carry them around like fly balloons. Even some teachers were getting in on it. Personally, I never got into it but I didn’t have the dexterity needed to do something precise as tying a string around a fly’s leg. No one would help me with it either. I was introvert and weirdo with no friends. I still am.

Things started to fall apart when state testing came around and the sound of constant buzzing became way more aggravating to everyone. There was also the problem of flies dying and the floors being covered in dead fly bodies. Like, despite having them as pets people still didn’t like touching flies with their bare hands. When the flies died they just left them on the floors, seats, and desks or whatever. It wasn’t uncommon to sit in a seat just covered in dead flies. You get used to having fly corpses, and fly juice on your butt after a while.

Even though fly pets were eventually banned (and hefty punishments were thrown out for anyone caught with pet flies), there was still a large amount of flies left in the school. The school had basically become a breeding ground for flies. Lunch was inedible because of all the maggots. They’d even be dripping from the ceilings and stuff. They had to shut down school for at least a month to get the exterminators to purge the place. It wasn’t that effective. There were just so many maggots in every nook and cranny of the school that no amount of exterminators could effectively purge the place without completely knocking down the school.

So, the principal decided to release a modest of amount of spiders into the school to eat all of the flies and maggots. Long story short, it didn’t work. They just managed to create a weird fly-spider based ecosystem in the school. The school had to reopen eventually, and everyone just got used to all of the flies and spiders. The cafeteria had to be moved to a nearby building since the school’s cafeteria had become so infested with spiders and maggots that it had to be locked off.

I moved away at the beginning of my senior year. It was weird adjusting to a school that wasn’t filled with bugs, but I made some cool friends there. My old high school burned down. No one was hurt, but arson wasn’t ruled out. It burned so long and so hard that the land on it had basically become scorched hell. They rebuilt the school elsewhere. They say that if you go to the old school’s location on a dark night, you can see a weird man walking around with tons of ghostly flies tied to his fingers. They say that you can hear them screaming for mercy. That’s probably not true, though.

I am over Daenerys Targaryen.

Do D&D really think I want to watch Dany ‘enchant’ every man she meets, so much so that they all fall madly in love with her? So much so that they do all the work for her (Daario and Jorah and Tyrion for example) and make choices that are completely contradictory to their character (eg JON SNOW GIVING UP THE NORTH wth) while she sits on her dragons and makes dictatorial speeches and burns people alive? They have completely butchered Jon’s character this season just to further Dany’s plot and the epic romance that is Jonerys.

Giving up the North? There is no way in hell Jon would have made that choice. He almost forsook the Watch to join Robb when he marched south. He loves his family and he would never ever betray Robb’s memory like this. And the lords in the North crowned him king, they didn’t crown some self-entitled brat who doesn’t know anything about Westerosi history or customs (nor does she even want to know, unless it was about the ever-so-peaceful Targaryen rule). Jon knows this, knows that they would never bow to Dany. The North wants their independence, they want a Stark on the throne, and all for good reason. So why did the writers think it was okay to have Jon ‘bend the knee/swear fealty’ to Dany? Even if I accept that Jon has fallen in love with Dany, there is no way he would give up the North. Jon may suffer the agony of torn loyalties, but we all know he is too much like Ned, that he will still make the right choice (which in this case is not giving up the North). Dany already said she would help, Jon didn’t have to bend the knee. But, of course, it was ever so romantic to have Jon swear to serve her.

But, let’s not focus on Jon’s out-of-character behaviour. Dany has been doing a whole lot of tyrannical things herself. She burned the Lannister army, even though they were not attacking her. Cue Dany stans yelling ‘BUT IT’S WAR!’ Okay, I get it, it’s war you might have to do some questionable things. But Dany attacked with a horde of Dothraki, outnumbering the Lannister army ten to one (I kid you not, the Lannisters had 10,000 soldiers while Dany had 100,000 Dothraki screamers and Drogon) Bringing the Dothraki would already secure her victory, and it would have been a more honourable way to fight another army. Bringing a dragon into the scene, however, and using said dragon as a weapon of mass destruction is not honourable in the slightest. The Lannister soldiers never even got to swing their swords, they didn’t get to go down in a fight. Because Daenerys Targaryen stole that right from them. It doesn’t matter that they were fighting for the enemy, they still deserve to die in a fight.

And then Randyll and Dickon Tarly. Dany ‘breaker of chains’ Targaryen who proclaims herself a humanitarian saviour of the weak, burned them alive because they stood by what they believed in. Even if someone disagrees with me, I can respect it when a person is firm in their beliefs. Again, I can already hear Dany stans shouting ‘BUT IT’S WAR!’ So I’ll humour them. This is war, she can’t send them to the Wall (she didn’t even consider this, she was all set to burn them before Tyrion interrupted) and she doesn’t want to take prisoners. Not because of any limitation, but because she gave them a choice: ‘Bend the knee or die.’ Did you know that killing prisoners of war is considered a war crime? Shocking, I know. How can perfect, kind Dany of all people commit a war crime? Well, hate to break it to you, but she did.

Ignoring that, if Dany wanted to kill those who refused to bow to her, could she not have her Dothraki behead them? It’s not that hard is it? But no, she decides to burn them. I think that over the course of the show, people have become somewhat desensitised to the gravity of burning people alive. It is a slow excruciating death sentence, it is despicable and should never be used. But Dany has been burning people alive all over the place whenever they spark her quick-temper. And she does it for no reason other than that she can. In her mind, she has dragons, she wants to kill people, so why not have her dragons kill them for her? It establishes her ‘power’ over these destructive creatures, so that she can rule over the people by inspiring fear in them. (Although let’s be real, Dany can’t control them, dragons don’t know the difference between what’s theirs and what isn’t) To quote Ned Stark ‘the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword’. Dany has never taken ownership over the lives she has taken, because it is her dragons who do the dirty work. 

Basically what I’m trying to say is that Danielle is both a Mary Sue (because all men have to fall for her, she has special magic powers and dragons) and an Aerys 2.0 (’burn them all’ / ‘bend the knee or die’) rolled into a pretty little package. 

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Request: Sharp Objects

Request: HI I love your fics!! could you do a deanxreader where dean broke his right hand on a hunt and can’t shave himself so the reader, with hidden feelings for dean, does it for him with lots of fluff please

Word Count: 1,270

Thank you<3

“Ouch! Jesus Christ, that’s a bitch.” The muffled cursing comes from behind the bathroom door, then followed by the clinking sound of something falling into the ceramic sink, and finally a, “Son of a bitch!”

Despite the laundry pile you’re carrying, you swerve across towards the door and knock a couple of times with your free hand, “Dean? Everything alright in there?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then a short reply, “Fine.”

He’s obviously frustrated – a tone you’ve quickly become accustomed to hearing after dragging him home from the hospital a few days ago. He’d landed badly after being catapulted across the room by an overzealous ghost and broken a hand, whereas Sam had gotten off with a concussion and you’d somehow managed to slip away injury-free – which had inevitably resulted in you skivvying around to cater to their every whim.

While Sam had managed to get over himself somewhat and take it easy while the hellish egg on his head goes down, Dean has been trying to do everything as normal. He hates being laid up like this, and trying to get everything done for himself has just resulted in more hurt and hindrance than help.

You still linger outside the door for a few moments, “Can I help at all?”

He hesitates, and for a long moment you wonder if he’s actually going to accept, “I could use a clean towel.”

“Got one here. Mind opening the door?” You ask, after trying to get in and finding the door locked. Again, a hesitation, but then the door opens, Dean fumbling with his good hand for a few moments to get it undone.

You pride yourself on being able to keep a poker face. Sometimes giving the enemy no indication of your emotions could mean the difference between life and death – sometimes it’s imperative that a victim doesn’t know what you’re thinking. But this time, when it’s important that you don’t make a sound so Dean doesn’t slam the door in your face, you just can’t seem to freaking manage it.

“I know, alright?” He huffs as you sidle into the bathroom and begin draping the towels from the pile over the towel rack, trying desperately not to laugh. It’s not your fault – he’s covered in shaving cream – it’s smudged over his nose and there are even splatters in his eyebrows. It’s all white, apart from a trail of crimson blood slipping down the side of his face.

“You can’t shave left-handed?” You guess, taking note of the razor left in the sink and the cast immobilising his right hand. He sighs wearily, and then nods.

“Nope. I’ve never had to try before, and I was starting to look even more homeless than Sam.” He complains, taking a towel from you when you offer one to him.

“Dean, for crying out loud, you shattered your hand. I think you’re allowed to look homeless for a little while.” You reassure him, balancing the rest of the laundry – mostly jeans and a handful of flannels – on the countertop, “If you really want it sorted, I’ll do it for you.”

As soon as the offer has left your mouth, you regret it – the very idea of managing to get so close to him without blushing like a five year old, or completely losing your breath… impossible. And yet, he nods, smiling ruefully.

“Would you mind? I just… can’t.” He shrugs, and you smile back, nodding and shooing him off towards the closed toilet seat.

“Go on then, sit down.” You instruct, picking up the razor and running the warm tap to clear it off. You let the tap run for a little while, filling the basin, and then approach Dean carefully, “You have to promise to stay still. Usually when I’m so close to someone with something this sharp it doesn’t end very well for them.”

He laughs, leaning back with the force of it, “That’s not encouraging, Y/N.”

“I said I’d do it. I never said I’d do it well.” You remind him with a smile – humour: humour is how you get through this without making a complete idiot of yourself.

“Much appreciated, beautiful.” He winks, and it’s all you can do to force out a snort and place your fingers beneath his chin to tilt his head up a little.

“Mm, whatever you say,” Sometimes it’s difficult not to take his words too seriously, and you have to remind yourself that Dean Winchester can and will flirt with anything that moves – you’re not special to him beyond being good friends and hunting buddies.

“Well, the closer you get, the more I’m thinking it.” He mumbles, remaining still as stone as you skin the razor over his skin smoothly – you’re painstakingly careful, starting on the opposite side to the cut on his lower cheek. He chuckles when you lean back to dunk the razor in the sink, then move back over to him.

“I’ll stay well back, then.” You wink in response, but contradict your own statement by leaning close enough to him that his breath ghosts over your face. His eyes remain trained on your face, watching every movement as you press your lips together, squinting in concentration. You try your best to ignore it, being as careful and steady as your humanly can manage while you get to work.

His eyes don’t leave you until you’re finished, patting down his face with a towel and then handing it to him – only then does he force himself to look away, watching as you clear up and set everything back in its place.

When he finally manages to open his mouth, he’s expecting the words that come out to be ‘thanks, Y/N’ – instead, they’re, “When you’re concentrating, your nose does this funny little thing.”

You turn slowly, quirking an eyebrow in a manner he can only describe as adorable, “Excuse me?”

“It kinda… wrinkles. But just at the tip. Right here.” He taps his own nose, a small smile playing on his lips, “And you blink a lot. I just… never noticed before.” Dean confesses, giving a nonchalant shrug and trying to ask as if he isn’t mortified by the words.

Rather than make a comment, you give a smile, wiping your hands off and stepping back, “I suppose I’m not the kind of person people pay a whole lot of attention to.” It’s not meant to be self-deprecating, but Dean takes it that way nonetheless.

“You have got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes, standing up and poking at the cast as if his hand would be magically healed, “Y/N, you turn heads everywhere you go.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

“Hey, look at me,” He takes your wrist in his hand, turning you to face him properly, “You’re beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. And smart, and kind, and funny. And people notice that. I notice that.”

That’s when your heart really does skip a beat – his eyes are on yours, emeralds glinting in the harsh white light of the bunker’s main bathroom.

“Dean, I-“

“You don’t need to reply to that. Didn’t mean to back you into a corner. Sorry.” Dean smiles sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck with his good hand – but you shake your head, stepping forward with all of the boldness you can muster.

“I want to.” You assure him, taking his good hand and squeezing it gently, “I don’t care about anyone else noticing. Just you.”

He hesitates, then glances sideways, at the door, “Can I kiss you?” He blurts, flushing red like an embarrassed teenager.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”  

anonymous asked:

do you think that jake would have abandonment issues,, because his parents kinda just left him all alone and i'd be surprised if that didn't affect him at all

oh, for sure. i don’t think his parents were too involved with him in the first place, which is part of the reason why he’s so big on being in so many extracurriculars - so his chances of approval/validation are more likely, and he can busy himself from the lack of having a solid parental foundation. he’s got this compulsive need to always Be The Best, because if he’s not the best at everything he does, then what’s the point, what is he even good for?

(like he tosses it in right there when he’s talking to christine about her role as juliet. his life is hectic and he feels pressured to be the best at everything always)

i mean, like tracz said, the kid deals with heavy stuff but always suppresses it and fronts so that no one can tell because he doesn’t wanna bother anyone, and he’s relieved his house burned down. how fucked up is that?? he was so lonely that he actually felt liberated when his house and all his belongings and his successes and entire life went up in flames and he could have a fresh start. i don’t doubt for a minute that he’s got serious parental hang-ups, especially since they abandoned him after laundering money. they just…packed up and left. without him.

 that does stuff to you, man

anyway jake, jeremy, & rich all bond over having Not So Swell home lives/childhoods and jake finds solace in his friends, who end up becoming the family he’s never had but always wanted, BYE

Animated media that traumatised me as a kid:

I saw a lot of stuff in my youth that I found to be scary, but these are things that will to this day give me goose bumps if I think about them in the middle of the night. So here we go; here are my personal top 4 animated movies/shows that scarred me as a child. 8D

Moomin (1991-1992)

The Groke - UGH!! The scene below in particular scared the shEATTT out of me as a child!! And Sniff´s Finnish screams did not make the thing any less terrifying. But today, having read the Moomin books and all, I think the Groke as a character is more tragic than scary. (ノдヽ)

 The ghost in the light house - The mere memory of this scene can make me cry. Not those “I’m so scared” tears, but those “Just thinking about ghosts” tears, if you know what I mean. If anybody knows what that phenomenon is called then send me a PM, I would love to know. 

The Simpsons (1989-present)

More specifically these two:

Nightmare Cafeteria” - I loved the Halloween specials as a kid, eve though I might have been to young for them. But the story about the teachers eating the students left a very big (negative) impression in little me.

Terror at 5 ½ Feet”. There was simply something absolutely horrifying about this little monster to me. I was genuinely afraid of it. But what made the whole episode worse was how nobody would believe Bart when he tried to warn everybody about it. This story gave me nightmares for years.ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ノ

The Great Mouse Detective (1986)  

In this case it´s the opening scene that really got to be when I saw this back in the day. The creepy atmosphere, the music, the shadow fight, the silence after the battle, the little mouse girl’s cries for her dad, and of course, this mothafukka. I would always hide under my blankest when the movie started. (O_Q)

Pagemaster (1994)

I saw this movie very few times when it came out, but the scene when Dr Jekyl transforms into Mr Hyde never left my mind. It was brilliantly animated and storyboarded, but maybe too well because I lost my shit whenever the movie got to this point. UVÄ!! Still gives me shivers!! DX

From what I can gather apparently my main fear as a kid was monsters of different kinds. That explians very well why I also hated “The Gremlins”. :o But today I would say that the paranormal (and fish) are the things I’m the most afraid of. :P

If you have your own horror stories to share then feel free to do so in the comments or make post yourself. Don´t forget to tag me in it so I can join the crying. ;D

starters

idk i’ll just keep adding to this every now and then

1. “i’m not here because i want to be. i’m here because i made a promise, and i keep my promises.”
2. “i remember; we did that all the time when we were younger.”
3. “i didn’t mean to break your heart.”
4. “i didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
5. “i hate you. you’re everywhere, and i can’t escape you. i can’t go anywhere without being reminded of you.”
6. “i know you don’t love me, but please, just lie to me once more.”
7. “no matter what, i’ll always remember you this way.”
8. “let’s go for a drive.”
9. “because even if it hurts, i can’t bear to see you unhappy.”
10. “save me a dance, will you?”
11. “but everyone’s watching”
12. “even after everything, i don’t regret loving you.”
13. “i can’t believe you just said that.”
14. “i wish you didn’t have to go.”
15. “remind me again of how much you love me.”
16. “teach me.”
17. “can i hold your hand?”
18. “would you mind? i just need someone right now.”
19. “you never let anyone in, and that’s why everyone leaves.”
20. “i promise i won’t let you fall.”
21. “please don’t ever do that again.”
22. “what’s wrong with me?”
23. “how did we get here?”
24. “i love you today, and i’ll love you tomorrow and everyday after that.”
25. “pretty please”
26. “look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him/her anymore.”
27. “i’ll go if that’s what’ll make you happy.”
28. “i don’t need you. i don’t need anyone.”
29. “now, don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already.”
30. “you’re so pretty.”
31. “help me understand.”
32. “i can’t live like this anymore!”
33. “why do you keep lying to me?”
34. “it hurts to look at you.”
35. “she/he and i were friends once.”
36. “that’s bullshit and you know it!”
37. “it’s 3 am. wanna go get some pizza?”
38. “a milkshake with two straws? how romantic!”
39. “someone once told me that we fall in love with beauty.”
40. “we all make mistakes; we’re human. it’s what we do.”
41. “prove me wrong.”
42. “i’ll do it myself if i have to.”
43. “take me anywhere but here.”
44. “you already have all of me.”
45. “all i know is that the stars have never looked brighter than in this moment with you.”
46. “for you sake, i hope you’re wrong.”
47. “i did everything for you.”
48. “i’d give away everything i own if it meant i could be with you.”
49. “i wish i could capture this moment in a bottle and keep it forever.”
50. “i wish we could go back to when you could be you and i could be me.”
51. “you’ve never looked more beautiful than you are in this moment.”
52. “yeah, my heart does that when i’m around you.”
53. “keep it in your pants!”
54. “is that a drawing of me?”
55. “sing for me?”
56. “will you be here when i wake up?”
57. “tell me, did you even love me?”
58. “will you think about someone else for once?”
59. “i can’t believe you thought i ever loved you.”
60. “people always leave me. you’re the only constant person in my life.”
61. “you’ll leave me eventually; they all do.”
62. “hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”
63. “oh cmon, everyone’s got a story.”
64. “i know your secret.”
65. “i’d be careful if i were you.”
66. “what’s wrong with guys/girls like me?”
67. “it’s so easy to fall in love with you.”
68. “you got what you wanted; now go!”
69. “i wish we could go back to the way things used to be.”
70. “congratulations, you’ve finally managed to break my heart.”
71. “would you like an award for that?”
72. “i’m completely and utterly in love with you, and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
73. “thanks for, you know, sticking with me.”
74. “it’s you and me against the world, kid.”
75. “i hate you, and i wish we never met.”

izzatipanda  asked:

My request is, the RFA+V+Saeran reacting seeing their chubby girlfriend in bikini.? (and it's their first time since they are insecure with their body?)

~YESS how cuuute!!!! Beach date! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • Blushing mess
  • Doesn’t know where to look ???
  • His eyes keep wandering all over your body 
  • He glances away thinking he is making you uncomfortable 
  • But then starts staring again 
    • “Is something wrong?”
    • “Huh?” he almost didn’t hear you talk he was too busy staring (LOL) 
    • “You keep staring…I knew I shouldn’t have worn this…”
  • As soon as you reach for your shirt Yoosung is grabbing your wrist and pulling you down next to him with a smile 
    • “I…I’m staring because you’re beautiful.”
  • Now you both are blushing 

◉ Jumin 

  • He is very pleased when he finally sees you 
    • “Perfection,” he smirks, his hand on his chin as he admires you 
  • After all
  • He was the one to hand pick the bikini 
  • He had been upset when you refused to show him while being fitted 
  • At first he really doesn’t say much 
  • Just has that gentle look in his eyes, completely infatuated with what he is staring at 
  • Then he reads the subtleties in your body language, like the nervous way you rocked back on your heels 
  • And when you hand moved out of habit to cover your midriff a bit he grabbed it firmly and laced his fingers in yours 
  • Before you could get a word out he pulled you along to walk the private beach with him 
  • He kept talking about nonsense like the first time he came to this island and the history of it all, light conversation 
  • Until you were both smiling and walking, hand-in-hand, and you weren’t even thinking about what you were wearing 

◉ Zen 

  • He’s trying so damn hard to contain himself 
  • Most of all he is worried about other men staring at you 
  • SUUUUPER touchy-feely like he’s got his arm around you he’s holding your hand just so everyone knows THIS GODDESS IS WITH HIM 
  • A bit oblivious to you being slightly insecure 
  • It would never cross his mind that someone so perfect and loving would feel bad about themselves 
    • “Jagiyaa~ come here, it’s time to reapply your sunscreen”
  • He wants to keep your beautiful skin protected 
  • Furious blushing as he is rubbing the cream into your skin and then apologizes for having to stop or the beast will be unleashed 
    • “I got a-all the important parts you can’t reach…”
  • Despite how hard it was to control himself, he decides he’d like to take you to the beach a lot more often now if he gets to see you like this 

◉ Jaehee 

  • She was helping some little kids build a sandcastle when you approached her 
  • Her eyes went wide and she was about to comment on how good you looked when the kids interrupted and distracted you both 
    • “I think you can stop digging now, lady…that’s pretty deep already…”
  • OH
  • Whoops, she had been unknowingly digging a giant hole while staring at you 
  • Embarrassed she tried to fill it up a bit 
    • “I’ve been recruited to help, sorry, it shouldn’t take long,” Jaehee sighed 
    • “Sounds like fun!” 
  • You kneeled next to her and grabbed a shovel 
  • She got bashful when your hands touched while patting down a wall 
  • Pretty soon the kids got called to their mothers and it was just the both of you and the castle 
  • For a moment it was quiet between you two
    • “Ah,” Jaehee cleared her throat, “you…you look…really nice,” she kissed your forehead quickly 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • Error 707
  • This is the quietest he has ever been, you swear 
  • At first you were worried that he was basically speechless 
  • You peeked up at his face and saw his cheeks had a bit of pink to them now 
  • You poke his cheeks 
    • “Hey…”
  • No response 
    • “Saeyoung…what is it…” 
  • Your voice is soft and laced with a hint of embarrassment 
  • Saeyoung finally stands up straight 
  • He grabs your hands into his own and stares into your eyes, the look on his face so serious that you hold your breath for a second 
    • “You’re just so gorgeous.”
  • The way he says it eases your anxiety, your shoulders fall with a sigh of relief and you blush a bit 
    • “Too beautiful for the land!” He picks you up in his arms, “I guess we have to live in the sea now, this is all your fault!”
  • Runs with you in his arms and throws you both into the ocean waves 


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