i probably did absolutely nothing but

Pen Pals

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader takes up a Pen Pals writing program at her school, and soon finds herself falling for the military man who’s been sending her letters. What happens when she graduates? Will the letters still come after, or is she just a random person who was strung along just to blow off some steam via words? 

Word Count: 1.7kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Heyy my loves! This is my entry for @revwinchester‘s Birthday Challenge. I got the prompt “Soldier” with Dean (obviously). This was meant to be a one shot, but then I thought, why not make the other half in Dean’s POV? It’s only fair, right? Second part will come next weekend. And the third the following weekend. I really hope you guys like this! Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

*Part Two*



Chapter One: First Letters

Pen Pal - a person with whom one becomes friendly by exchanging letters, especially someone in a foreign country whom one has never met.


I never thought I’d be the one to do these kinds of things. When I signed up for it at the beginning of freshman year in high school, people thought I was insane. They didn’t think I was going to go through with it, you see.

Keep reading

Purple Jewels (M) 01

Word Count: 6,494
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, (Supernatural????) Eventual fluffyness & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.

cr.

Keep reading

the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"

anonymous asked:

During vet school, did you ever practice on animals and then euthanize them? Were there ever experiments, etc done on animals that would cause them to suffer in any way? Did you ever practice on dead animals that were killed in order for you to learn?

Ah, a hard hitting question.

So, some of you are not going to like this question, or its answer. Some of you are going to have very strong opinions and some of you will probably like me and my profession a lot less after this answer. Some of you will find this topic confronting.

The short answer is yes, animals are used in the education of veterinary students, and some of them die.

But significant effort is put into reducing the amount of animals used and how invasive the activities they are used for are.

For example, vet students need to learn how to do a physical exam. You need to be taught how to take a heart rate, how to take a temperature and blood pressure, etc. You can really only learn how to examine a living animal. Other learning situations substitute something else for the living animal.

I would also preface this topic by saying that non-recovery surgeries do and did happen, but nobody is particularly proud of it. However they were at the time deemed necessary for a veterinary education and of benefit for animal welfare as a whole by educating vet students.

This is a big topic so I’m going to try to divide it up into sections:

  • Experiments
  • Dissection
  • Non-Recovery Surgery
  • Practical handling.

Experiments

As some examples from my vet degree, early on in physiology courses we had ‘experiments’ to do, which involved either videos of mice administered different medications, on ourselves, on tissue samples from a single animal distributed among the class, some very energetic rats and pithed cane toads. As for whether they suffered or died:

  • The mice in the videos probably did not enjoy the sedatives they were administered, but the small number of mice used then went on to educate many years of students.
  • A single animal (a laboratory rabbit) was euthanized to provide tissue samples for the entire class. One additional rabbit was used to demonstrate the effects of medication in a living system for the entire class also.
  • A few dozen rats spent half an hour or so in a sealed tube designed to measure their oxygen output, then went on to live their lives.
  • The pithed cane toads were definitely killed for our education, but they are a feral pest species in Australia and would have been killed anyway, we just benefited from a useful body to learn from.

The ethics of these examples are all a little different. Yes we used a lot of rats in one experiment, but it was very low stress and caused them no permanent damage and no significant compromise. The pithed cane toads were all dead, but they didn’t die for the purposes of education, they were going to die anyway, we just used the bodies. The rabbit was directly killed for our education, but one rabbit educated 120 students and so it was deemed worthwhile and a justifiable cost.

Dissection

‘Dissection’ is a word that no doubt conjures up vivid and grotesque imagery of animal abuse, however dissection strictly occurs strictly on dead animals. Yes, we dissected animals in vet school. Lots of them.

In the first half of the course we learned anatomy in part by performing dissections. Most of these initially were on greyhounds: dogs that were euthanized as ‘waste’ from the racing industry. Some poor gentleman had the job of calling clinics which serviced the racing industry and requesting cadavers for our studies. Some weeks we had more dogs available than others.

The benefits of greyhounds is that each group had a body that was more or less the same, they were entire (not desexed), had really good muscle definition and were healthy.

(There were some vegans in my year that refused to participate in this for ethical reasons, and the university struggled to find people willing to donate their euthanized pets’ bodies to be dissected instead.)

It’s a kind of weird situation to be in. You’re in vet school because you really care about animals and their welfare, yet here are some that have sort of died for your education, for you. They haven’t really died for you, the racing industry was going to kill them anyway, yet here they are.

It does dwell on your mind. Everybody reconciles this differently. Myself, I promised the sacrifice (as I saw it) of those twelve dogs that I would be worth it. That I would use the education I gained to make a difference, that I would save at least twelve more.

We also dissected parts of animals and those that died of natural causes. ‘Waste’ organs from abattoirs were a common example, because they always have hearts, lungs and uteri to spare. Some wildlife, lambs, aborted fetuses and chickens were used in this way also.

So these animals weren’t killed directly for our education, but they were kind of harvested for it, if indirectly. They were killed, absolutely, but they weren’t killed for us. We just used the waste.

Non-Recovery Surgery

This is probably the topic you really anted to know about. Did we, or did I, use animals in our education that would then either suffer or be killed.

Killed, yes. Suffer, no.

There were three classes in my vet school days that required dogs to be used for non-recovery surgery. These were surgeries where the dog was placed under general anaesthetic, so they feel nothing, the procedure was done while they were alive, and then they were euthanized while under the general anaesthetic.

If that feels ethically kind of weird to you, it should. It is very much in a grey area. Let me give you some more information about these dogs.

  • Three dogs were used for each group of three students, averaging one dog per student.
  • They were all taken from ‘death row’ from animal shelters. Dogs that had not been adopted and run out of time.
  • Most of them had behavioral issues. Some had medical issues.
  • They were treated with the same care and respect as a recovery surgery.
  • Under general anaesthetic they are completely unaware and unconscious.

So the dogs were considered, unfortunately, a ‘waste product’ of society. Hundreds of thousands just like them are put to sleep for the same reasons every year.

Once they are under anaesthetic, they feel nothing. This is where the animal’s consciousness ends. Euthanasia involves an anaesthetic overdose, we just didn’t overdose them until the end.

The surgeries performed included a spey, a lung lobe removal and an intestinal anastamosis. If the students had performed these imperfectly, the animal would not wake up to suffer, nor would it need to endure the recovery period.

They provided an educational opportunity for both surgery and anaesthesia, which are important learning areas.

That this happened a decade ago. I personally have been graduated a long time, and technology advances in the meantime. There are better surgical models available now for training students, especially with routine procedures such as speys. The amount of animals used in this way is decreasing, and if you want more information you’d be best to talk to a current veterinary student, not a vet who’s a decade removed from the practice.

But I have to say, there is nothing quite like having your hand inside a living, breathing animal for the first time. You’ve trained and practiced on long-dead, frozen things prior to this. Now you have a ‘patient’ who’s warm. They have a pulse. They’re not gently rotting with a permeating shade of green. You can see the life in them, and it’s both wonderful and terrifying. It is most certainly humbling.

But I can’t pretend it’s a black and white ethical issue.

These animals did die in order for me to learn. They would have died anyway, but they died for us.

Practical Handling

As a vet you have to know how to hold a cat, restrain a dog, herd a cow and not get murdered by a horse. You have to know how to do a physical exam on a living patient.

The university kept ‘teaching animals’ of a variety of species. These animals were generally placid and used to being handled, and were used for teaching all sorts of basic skills from how to take a temperature to how to do a pregnancy test.

It was possible for them to get stressed, especially with lots of handling, so care had to be taken to rotate them out and give them a break. Some of these animals also doubled as blood donors.

There’s not really a substitute for a live, thinking animal when learning handling. At some point you need the real thing.

So these animals might have been stressed, and you could argue that they had the potential to suffer, but they were closely supervised and weren’t killed for our education.

I hope that has answered your question, Anon, though I’m sure there will have been other questions raised. I don’t mind discussing this at all, but like I said it was a decade since I did some of these things, and there are fresher vet students who should be listened to in this topic too. I hope everyone can remain civil towards each other in this discussion.

The comparison everyone is wanting to make...

I’ve been seeing a bit of Trevor v Mickey comparison and while I definitely think there is NO comparison, I think it’s important to point out exactly why I feel this way. I’ve also seen a rising effort to defend Trevor (which is fine. After all, half of my blog is defending Mickey and Ian, so I’m definitely not judging the effort.) BUT I have some problems with Trevor and I think it’s important that people fully understand the objections against him because some people try to frame any criticism against him as transphobia… 

Guys, frankly, I think putting Trans people on a pedestal and allowing them to do whatever they want or say whatever they want regardless of how other people are affected is another kind of Transphobia. Being afraid you’ll make a transphobic comment, and so defending someone who is in the wrong is another kind of transphobia. It doesn’t automatically make you a racist if you have a beef with someone who happens to be of a different ethnicity, and it doesn’t make a man automatically a sexist for disagreeing with a woman, right? Well, it’s also okay to dislike a Trans person separate from their gender identity or expression. My beef with Trevor is 110% separate from his gender identity, and I hope I prove it to you.


What is the difference between Trevor and Mickey? I’ve seen a few times that people tried to excuse Trevor being an asshole because Mickey is also an asshole. And they’re not wrong. Mickey IS an asshole, albeit a charming one.

I don’t want anyone to confuse that my defense of Mickey is saying he’s a saint, or trying to claim that his actions are not still wrong when they are; Mickey does a lot of things that are really morally questionable, and my defense of these actions are simply my way of explaining why he should not be automatically condemned as a “bad person” for these actions and instead we need to open a dialogue about the motivation behind these actions. A lot of our criminals, I’m sure, are like Mickey who do have pretty good reasons for their questionable behavior, though of course no one would accept those excuses in real life, so we have to open those discussions in our media.

Trevor, that we know of, doesn’t have these reasons motivating his hurtful actions. He has a stable job, he works with homeless LGBTQIA+ youth, he likes going out and having a (responsible) good time, he has a group of peers that loves and supports him for who he is… So his brand of asshole is different from Mickey’s because from what we know of Trevor, he doesn’t have a reason for being that way. Yes he is Trans, yes he faces discrimination and opposition, and that would turn anyone defensive. And there are a couple of passes that I will give Trevor for being an asshole to Ian, for example the first time they meet. But have we been given enough information to excuse how he treats Ian over the five episode arc he’s in? In my opinion, absolutely not.


So where’s my offense?

A key difference between Mickey and Trevor: Mickey never manipulates Ian into doing anything. Ever. Mickey never tried to drag Ian into the drug ring, Mickey never tricked Ian into going on a run, Mickey didn’t give Ian an ultimatum when Ian didn’t want to do something he wanted to do in bed in order to force Ian into having sex the way he wanted to or not at all… the list goes on. Mickey never forced Ian to do anything. 

In fact they each kind of followed each other’s lead the whole time. Mickey didn’t want kisses so Ian didn’t push. Ian didn’t want to use the anal beads and Mickey didn’t push. Ian finally said after two years that he wanted kisses and it looked like Mickey was ready to try it and wasn’t forced. The one time anyone pushed anyone to do anything in this show was Ian pushing Mickey to come out and I still argue that he didn’t mean for that to go down the way it did. 

Trevor was unsatisfied with a platonic friendship with Ian, who was clearly uncomfortable with having a sexual relationship with him. And I’ve seen some people accusing Ian of being transphobic for this. Ian is not transphobic. Ian is uneducated and so is uncomfortable with the unfamiliar. There is a difference. And he is unsure if he would be sexually attracted to this man because he doesn’t understand Trevor as a sexual person and also probably never thought about if he would be attracted to a trans man. The trans community is completely new on Ian’s radar so ALL of this information he’s taking in is coming at him at once and sometimes is being relayed in a really unhealthy/condescending way. 

 What really disgusts me is the ultimatum that Trevor put forward when Ian made it clear that he was uncomfortable. Despite the mixed signal from a drunken makeout session, which Ian set straight the next morning but Trevor was having none of, Ian didn’t push a sexual relationship with Trevor. Trevor presumed a mutual sexual attraction and refused to listen to Ian’s discomfort or feelings in general. Instead of understanding that Ian is immersing himself in subject matter that he is uninformed of, and tackling a subject that is bewildering to him, Trevor expects entirely too much from Ian all at once. He expects Ian to basically go from being fixated on Trevor’s genitalia and trying to understand Trevor’s sexuality and identity, to having sex with him and being okay with it. That is a huge leap that Trevor is unfairly expecting Ian to tackle. 

Mickey on the other hand, never forced Ian to do anything he didn’t want to do. He fought tooth-and-nail for Ian to continue going unmedicated until it was clear that Ian being unmedicated was dangerous for himself and others. Mickey listened to what Ian wanted and tried to give him that because Mickey listened to Ian’s wants instead of assuming he knew what was best or that Ian’s wants would coincide with his own. I feel that a lot of people ignore Ian’s feelings throughout the whole series (including fans watching the show). Take for example Ian and Trevor in general. People ignore Ian’s discomfort due to his first real encounter with a trans person and try to push him into being excited to be with someone he doesn’t understand! That makes no sense. And instead of hearing that Ian is uncomfortable, people hear that Ian is transphobic or people hear Trevor wants to be with Ian and therefore Ian needs to give the guy what he wants because, bless him, he’s Trans and automatically deserves Ian’s affections. 

Yes. T.V. needs more trans representation and a part of that representation is to give trans characters a romantic plotline to show that love and relationships with Trans people are normal and just as valuable as relationships with cis people. BUT if the love interest has to persuade the cis-gender love interest to have sex with them and is going to throw a hissy fit when the cis person is uncomfortable, then forget it. That is HORRIBLE representation. Not all representation is good and we have the right to be picky about representation, especially for a community that is still so controversial to the mass audience and whose issues are only just now starting to be received. (I as a bi person am very frustrated at how little representation there is for bi people at ALL much less positive representation *cough* Caleb *cough*)

Keep reading

Love That Counts

“You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.” The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Also known as: Hamliet compares and contrasts Touka and Kaneki’s relationship to the relationships Kaneki has with three other characters who love Kaneki: namely, Tsukiyama, Mutsuki, and Hinami.

PSA: This is not specifically about romantic love and is therefore not about ships, as I think Tsukiyama’s and Hinami’s feelings are too complicated to be classified as strictly romantic (Hinami’s I feel is more like hero worship with maybe a tiny crush mixed in, and Tsukiyama’s while it started as romantic affection has moved beyond that as shown in how he planned Touken’s wedding), and also while Mutsuki’s love for Kaneki has a blatant romantic aspect, it’s complicated too. (I’m not discussing other characters who love Kaneki like Hide or Saiko because their arcs in :re are just beginning.)

Let’s first examine how the characters have responded to Kaneki leaving them/appearing to die on them. Touka sets up her own business and hopes for his return, but never presses.

Hinami, on the other hand, joins a terrorist organization to become stronger.

Keep reading

Someone Else // Jaeden Lieberher Imagine

Part 1 !!

MASTERLIST

Jaeden froze with just a foot out of the car door. You sat there as your heart beat x100 faster than every before.

“I..I gotta go” Jaeden says leaving the car and shutting the door behind him

Ouch

You put your car in drive and drove off as fast you could. You couldn’t believe you ever told him how you felt.

How could I be so stupid?!

Did I actually think he was going to say it back?!

I just lost my best friend

He’s never going to talk to me

His girlfriend is probably going to kill me if  she finds out

I just lost my best friend

I just lost my best friendu

CRASH

~

You hear a door shut and faint beeps as you lay down with your eyes closed.

Wait..where the hell am I?

You open your eyes and notice a cast on your arm seeing that you are in a hospital bed. The door opens and you turn your head seeing Finn holding a giant teddy bear and balloons. He’s stands at the doorway and sees that you have woken up and drops the bear and balloons,

“Holy shit..JAEDEN” he says running out of the door and down the hallway

Nice to see you to Finn

You look around the hospital room seeing a few stuffed animals and LOADS of (Your favorite flowers). As you look around you’re interrupted by Jaeden running into the hospital room almost tripping on the bear Finn left in the doorway.

“Oh my gosh you’re awake” he says standing by your bed

“What happened?” You ask with a weak squeaky voice

“You got in an accident. Ran through a red light” he says. His eyes were blood shot, he had big bags underneath them, and his voice trembled.

“I-I was here the whole time. I promise I came over as soon as I heard what happened and I stayed right there” he says turning and pointing at a chair positioned in the corner of the room. The chair had a few blankets sloppy thrown over it and several fast food wrappers surrounding the bottom.

“I only ever left when I had to pee because I didn’t want you to wake up alone but the (your favorite flowers) were dying and I knew they were your favorites so I went to get you more and the one time-”

“Jaeden” you interrupt his continuous rambling

“What’s wrong with me?” you ask him

“Nothing Y/N. Nothing at all you’re absolutely perfec-”

“I meant from the crash” you say. He finally takes a breath and answers,

“They uhm said you cracked some ribs, assumed you’ll have mild whiplash and your arm is broken” you reach your hand up, feeling your neck and agreeing with the feeling of whiplash.

“I’m so sorry” Jaeden says, “I shouldn’t have said what I did in the car. It was probably the reason you drove distracted. I’m so sorry”

“You don’t have to be sorry for not loving me. It’s not your fault”

“But Y/N I do-”

“Jaeden I don’t need your pity”

“But I-”

“Don’t feel like you have to fix anything-”

“I LOVE YOU DAMNIT” he yells finally getting you to shut up. It works and you can’t say a thing.

“I didn’t tell you and I’m sorry. Telling you I love you just felt too much like I was cheating on my ex girlfriend and it made me uncomfortable. I wanted to break up with her before I told you but I shouldn’t have left you like that”

“Ex?” You say, that being the only word that can come out of your mouth at the moment.

“I was going to wait til you woke up and I could dump her in person and not over the phone but…when she found out I’ve slept three days here she just ended things” you two stay silent and you bring your unbroken arm over and hold Jaeden’s hand.

“I’ve been asleep for three days?” you ask. He looks up from his hands and nods,

“And you’ve been here..the whole time?” he nods again then moves his thumb in circles around your hand

“I love you Y/N Y/L/N”

“I love you too Jaeden Lieberher”

Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.

***************************


I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


1998


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.

2016

"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

PART TWO

clotpolesonly  asked:

I WANT THAT HUMAN!DEREK FIC TOO. that whole season was a mess, but there was so much untapped potential with Derek slowly losing his wolf powers. i've always wanted a fic where Derek figures out he can actually get drunk now due to his slowed metabolism and proceeds to get totally smashed. and he drunk texts Stiles for whatever reason, and Stiles is like whoooaaa okay this definitely needs a chaperone so Derek doesn't get alcohol poisoning and die cuz he's not used to it. (cont...)

so Stiles comes over to make sure that Derek is okay. starts out with Derek slaphappy and affectionate kind of drunk but he devolves into anger and helplessness because, somehow even now, Kate is still managing to take things from him, to take EVERYTHING he cares about away from him. getting angry only makes it worse because, before this mess, punching the wall would have broken the WALL instead of his hand and that only drives home how WEAK he is now. 

not to mention that his werewolf-ness is his final legacy from his family, his closest and most integral connection to them. he’s never NOT been a werewolf, so if he loses that, then what is he? who is he?? he’s nothing, and he’s just devastated by that. –anyway so Stiles talks him down, tries to reassure him that he’s still himself and he’s still worth something (worth everything to him, at least). i have this image in my head of Derek trying to punch walls again with his broken hand and Stiles stopping him, like physically restraining him from hurting himself in his impotent anger, and it’s as much a show of Stiles’ strength as it is Derek’s weakness, and i’m just really emotional about this entire premise. it’s been in my mind for months and i just can’t bring myself to write it down in case it’s not as good on paper as it is in my head.

THIS though. <333 These are all the issues the show should have explored during Derek’s arc. Losing his power, his sense of self, his last connection to his family. Struggling with not being able to heal, with being wounded and stripped down by Kate again. Struggling for purpose, struggling with his trauma, struggling to figure out who he is now if he’s not a wolf, how to even exist like this, fragile and slow with weak senses. He’d have to find some new purpose for himself, beyond being the human shield to take claws and bullets during battle. He’d have to find a new way to survive, new reason to survive.

And who better than Stiles to help him through all that?

There is honestly so much to explore with human!Derek (I love the thought of him getting drunk now because he can, because it numbs the pain and the loss a little, and Stiles being there to stop him because Stiles, of anyone, knows the dangers of using alcohol to self-medicate after a trauma) and it hurts me that canon did absolutely nothing with it. It’s one of the major holes fandom never bothered to fill in and make up for (probably because s4 as a whole was just such a mess, but I’d love to see what our talented minds could do with it anyway, because it would be beautiful).

A Place To Call Home  pt. 9

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 11,069

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, smut (bad smut, but there’s smut)

A/N: SURPRISE?! I know you guys have been waiting a long time for this part and it’s finally here! I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get it up, getting through this part was really a struggle for me and I’m not sure why. Every time I thought it was done I wasn’t happy with it and I started it over. I’m actually pretty happy with how this came out and I hope you all like it! Hopefully the next part wont take as long to get up. I was going to leave you all with another cliffhanger but I decided since you had to wait so long for this I would be nice and not torture you with that. 

Originally posted by find-madness

Keep reading

The thing that ruins me the most right now is that I had this big dream for so long. Like since I was 12 and started going to shows I have wanted to be a music journalist slash work in the music industry.

and I used so many years and spent so much time writing for any website i could, doing any internship i could do. I went to uni and studied journalism but only did music journalism stuff outside because that is all i could see myself doing.

and now im 23, almost 2 years out of uni, and im still working two casual jobs not knowing where Im going in life.

This year I have had to realise and accept that the dream Ive had for ten years will probably never be anything more than a dream. But the problem is I have nothing else. I dont know where to go or what to do. Im not really good at anything.

Where do I go next? I know I absolutely cannot stay in retail forever, it makes me too unhappy and it doesnt fulfil me.

I was the one with all the potential, the one with the big life ahead of her that would become whatever she wanted to be. But now Im an adult and im looking like more of a failure than anything else.

I didnt understand why my brother was so heartbroken the year he turned 18 when he didn’t get picked up in the draft. When he didnt want to do anything else because football was all he knew and football was all he wanted. I didnt understand why he didnt find something else at the same time. Just in case. Just as a back up. 

All the while I was doing exactly the same thing.

BTS Reacts - Innocently Rubbing Their Stomachs

Jungkook: Kook’s head would snap to look at you, unable to contain his delight. He’d exhale slightly, as if your touch was rendering him breathless; he couldn’t believe the affection he was being shown. The corners of his lips would turn upward as he gazed at your fingers moving back and forth on his stomach. He would enjoy this very much, and would secretly hope to be able to record this on his phone to tease you with the footage of you being unintentionally cute. You would notice his breaths becoming more drawn out and relaxed, to which you would pause your actions momentarily to examine his restful face.

“Why did you stop? I liked the feeling.”

Namjoon: The fierce rapper would seem like the kind of person that would probably think nothing of you touching his stomach, dismissing it as a simple occurrence, but the truth was he would probably have to restrain himself from grinning like a moron. Namjoon would absolutely adore the sensation of your fingers brushing across his stomach. He would purse his lips, closing his eyes as he tries to curb the cheerfulness in his effervescent heart; some tiny fragment of him would be trying his hardest not to brag about the fact that you seemed to be doing this automatically. You ask him if he’s fine, as he seemed to be making weird faces.

“I’m fine - I’m just thinking to myself.”

Yoongi: Min Yoongi would be minding his own business, when he would suddenly feel your hands caressing at his stomach. He isn’t used to public displays of affection, even at its minimum - but with you, he wouldn’t be able to keep a smile from surfacing as his group members all validate him with a favorable glance. From then on, he would try to pretend like your desire for closeness didn’t faze him, even though the evident smirks on his face would constantly give you his blessing to touch him - something about the repetitive sweeping calmed his mind. Every so often, he would groan in his seat, stretching his arms as he peers down at you.

“I’m going to fall asleep if you keep touching me.”

Hoseok: Hoseok would watch you with gentle eyes as you motioned your palm around his stomach. The first feeling that would pop into his heart was unadulterated pride - having someone like you on his arm, earnestly stroking the skin on his stomach; it would send him to the moon and back. This was purity at its finest. Hobi wanted this instance to occur every day, it was all just so surreal. He would realize how much you meant to him in that moment, and he wouldn’t want you to treat any other guy, the way you did him. He rubs at your shoulder, calling for your attention as he tells you this:

“Make sure you only do such things with me, okay?”

Jimin: The awkward bean - as confident as he always appeared to be on stage - would probably have no idea how to react to you rubbing his tummy. His hands would try finding something, anything, to hold on to or fiddle with while you massaged the top of his stomach unknowingly. He would most likely read too much into your gestures - did you want something from him? Were you trying to hint at him? Or were you just bored and wanted something to do? What he did take away from the whole experience was that you were being absolutely heavenly with your charms, and he secretly didn’t want you to stop.

“Ah, you don’t have to keep doing that…”

Taehyung: The young man wouldn’t really have thought much of you kneading the muscles below his chest; after all, he often did the same to you without a second thought, with delicate stroking on your own tummy instead. The nature of your relationship is so instinctual that you and Taehyung both wouldn’t have realized how doting you were with one another until one of the members brought up the fact that you two always seemed so at ease in each other’s company.

“Huh? Is it really that strange? They always liked putting their hands on my stomach…”

Seokjin: Jin would react subtly to you slowly starting to massage his soft stomach all of a sudden. He would be only slightly taken aback by your innocent whims; he would have thought you were falling asleep since you were leaning ever so quietly against him. Despite his initial awe, he would eventually settle into your fondling, deciding to play with your hair while you played with the cotton that covered his tummy, rubbing its surface every now and then. He’d give you a discerning stare before your smile makes him return one of his own, before he reservedly looks back to the screen of his phone. He would be all over the faint touches you make against his stomach - all he can really say about it is one word.

“Cute.”


I hope you enjoy this react! I kind of just assumed that the actions would be coming from their s/o in a non-sexual (innocent) way, instead of from a platonic friend, I hope I interpreted that correctly. Thank you for requesting! <3

flabbywalruso3o  asked:

I feel like I'm pestering but I just had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life; and I'm old. I was even horrified to reach over for my phone. I woke up sweaty and my heart beat is crazy and nauseous. The words "three days" kept coming up, along with this horrifying sound and it scared me shitless. I need some comfort from Shiro and Keith, and you. Fucking anybody. How would they react to their s/o in such a state. I'm scared to move. I'm gonna be on tumblr for the rest of the night

OH DEAR PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF U WANT TO !
I had a nightmare as well! So thank you for requesting this and now I will provide for you so that your feel even just a tiny bit better! And don’t worry you aren’t pestering!

[Keith:]

•Keith was wandering the halls, he’s actually a big night owl and no matter always goes to bed super late
•he actually heard screaming and naturally freaked out
•ran as fast as he could because he could tell for a fact that it was you
•the door had no time to react to his motion so he ended up slamming his shoulder into it and breaking it
•door snapped from the top and fell on his back
•he slipped past it pretty quickly and realized what he did and actually became embarrassed
•I mean, he’d think he was overreacting by breaking past alien tech like it’s nothing just for you
•but then he noticed that your voice was slowly giving out and you were thrashing on the bed
•he grabbed your shoulders and sat on you, straddling your waist and just in absolute panic
•you wake up and he dives into you and hugs you
•you’re crying and he’s comforting you
•you say sorry to him, because you thought ‘he didn’t need to do this I don’t need any help’ and ‘I probably woke him up I feel horrible’
•"no really Y/n, it’s okay.“
•this happens a lot more. Not too much but at least once every few days.
•he doesn’t break the door anymore though because everyone gave him looks
•how tf??? keith please control yourself
•ends up bringing you space goo and asks Hunk to make more foods that are….edible
•hello I headcanon that if he were to have nightmares and anybody were to comfort him he’d probably sob or laugh and there’s no in between just thought I’d add that hsjsjsjsjs


[Shiro:]

•Shiro has nightmares himself, so he was most likely awake when you had yours
•he was doing crunches on the floor to distract himself when he heard you moving
•probably thought he was making too much noise so he froze for a few minutes and watched you so you don’t wake up
•you do, but not because of him
•you’re sweating, and immediately breathing uncomfortably heavy
•Shiro panics and he’s stuttering and he’s basically falling over his own feet as he tries to calm you down
•naturally, because nightmares can mess you up, you’re afraid and you’re panicking and you don’t want him that close to you
•and he’s like “it’s okay, it’s me. You’re okay”
•Shiro wraps you up and he’s actually heartbroken
•you were absolutely terrified and he could tell
•he kind of, didn’t know what to do at first? But then he thought
•"oh hey, Im the say way sometimes, and I’ve always wanted to held and stuff”
•so he does that, and now Shiro is holding you and rocking you back and forth, pushing your hair back as he kisses you forehead
•but nightmares aren’t a one time thing, and it ends up happening a couple more times
•and he wants to talk to someone about it but whenever it happens you end up staying in bed all day and refuse to leave the room
•so he has Keith sit with you, and watch you sleep while he goes off and talks with the others (he already talked to Keith)
•and he’s like “hey, she’s been having s tough time is there any way we could go to another space mall soon?”
•they’re like heck yeah omg
•soon enough you end up going to one
•now, it depends if u want to go inside or not if what goes down
——if you do go in the mall with them, Shiro takes you to some restaurant on the east end of the mall. And he’s buying you things and actually gets most of them free because, well, let’s just say that there was a tradition to go out with a loved one before a marriage on their planet. And that’s what they thought you were doing.
——if you don’t go, him and Allura and Pidge go around and he’s like, “hey, you guys, do you know anything Y/n would want?” And next thing you know it ends up becoming a (probably) early Christmas celebration. And everyone bought things for everyone because Lance suggested it and now Allura and Coran are obsessed
•you end up crying either way and yeah let’s just say that Shiro loves you with all of his heart and he never wants you to feel unsafe or scared ever again

Cas Hits the Mystery Spot

So the above images are from 3x11, the episode aptly entitled Mystery Spot. I know you know it, but let me set the scene: Dean dies and dies and dies. And dies. Sam is stuck in a Groundhog Day reality loop where it’s always Tuesday and the day resets every time Dean dies, leaving Sam to relive the day over and over, while Dean has no recollection of his 100+ deaths. At the end of the episode Sam finally comes face to face with their foe: the Trickster. (aka the archangel Gabriel)

This is what the Trickster tells Sam during their confrontation in the episode climax:

Gabriel: Sam. There’s a lesson here that I’ve been trying to drill into that freakish, Cro-Magnon skull of yours.
Sam: Lesson? What lesson?
Gabriel: This obsession to save Dean. The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other. Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean’s your weakness - the bad guys know it, too. It’s gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go. 
Sam: He’s my brother.
Gabriel: Yup. And like or not, this is what life’s gonna be like without him. 
Sam: Please, just… please.
Gabriel: I swear, it’s like talking to a brick wall.

Now, this has probably been talked about already so I apologise if I’m late to the party, but I just watched S3 again and these images above ^^^^ well, they just grabbed at me.

Because of Cas absolutely smashing through the Mystery Spot sign in 12x01. I couldn’t place it because I don’t have the whole of canon in my head (as of yet) like certain brilliant lovelies of this fam-fam do, but I did understand that clearly Cas didn’t smash through that sign for no reason. 

Nothing ever happens on Supernatural for no good reason, right? 

I mean, look at this –>

–> Cas literally punching a hole in something that is linked to:

  • Dean dying because of Heaven
  • Sam being helpless to stop it and
  • the codependency being the source of weakness and death

In S13 we have the possibility of:

  • Dean facing down an archangel (if the above possibly planted imagery is anything to go by, Heaven causing Dean’s death is not very likely, is it?) (I would say that no it is not)
  • Sam in a leader position where he’ll be far from fucking helpless
  • the codependency crumble-rumble-umbeling 

That’s what I see now, watching Cas streak across the sky like a falling star. Operative word being “falling” - I wonder where we might be headed with this possibly planted imagery… 

The fact that the sign is in such a 50s style and this show is all about deconstructing old fashioned values is just icing on the cake. (if you’ll pardon the pun) (because cake) (not pie) (cake)

I should clarify that Cas looking like a falling angel does not mean I see this as proof that he’ll come back human. It just makes me feel all tingly thinking about endgame. (human!Cas being the change heard around the world still makes all the sense to me though) (oh well)

But hell, I’m just enjoying the ride, as well as finding new threads to pull on here, there and everywhere. Dabb & Co. are tying them all back to the beginning, they are wrapping up this narrative and they are delivering awesomeness!! Or they are aiming to start the narrative fresh, with different dynamics (no more codependency and oh my god seasons upon seasons of textual love story heading our way) and test out how they land, so that they can go for those 666 seasons that Misha wished for. :P

Star - Archie Andrews

can i request an archie imagine (female pronouns please) where you’re a writer (blue and gold journalist but also write your own stuff) and are supposed to write an article about the football team so you go to the practice but end up with ramblings about archie and you accidentally leave a poem and archie finds it and talks to you and admits he’s into you as well :)) thanks so much in advance

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale


First off, I’m sorry it’s so short. Secondly, I hope you like my cringe-worthy poetic writing!

“You can interview my players after their practice, just wait in the bleachers for now.” You nodded, “thanks Coach Clayton.” You turned around and walked towards the bleachers. You itched to just go home to write something for yourself, but since Betty had convinced you to write for the Blue and Gold, you had obligations. You sat on the cool metal seats, adjusting your bag and clicking you pen. The players made their way on to the track, starting to run their warm-up laps. Your eyes scanned the group until your gaze landed on a familiar head of red hair.

You scribbled on your note pad : Archie Andrews Rising Star. You’d heard the talk in the hallways about this ginger boy. He had everything going for him, not just in his football career. You couldn’t help but admit he was a stand-up guy, just with the number of times you’d talked to him. He was very sweet, so sweet in fact, that you had taken a little liking towards him. So you felt butterflies in your tummy at the thought of speaking to him again. You watched him run the track and the second time around he noticed you sitting in the bleachers. He waved at you and your returned the kind gesture, happy he couldn’t see your blush.

You busied yourself with writing small phrases that turned into a small poem. As you finished the last stanza of the poem, you heard the coach's’ whistle sound. You ripped out the poem, shoving it in your back pocket. You walked down the steps and toward the football players, Archie more specifically. “Hey, Archie, would you be willing to be interviewed for the Blue and Gold?” He smiled at you, “Of course,Y/N, anything for you.” You felt your cheeks grow warm at his reply. You proceeded to ask him the questions that you and Betty made together. He gave solid answers, supporting the team’s reputation while also being himself.

“Thanks Archie, I think that’s all I need from you,” you said, smiling and you noticed he was too. “By the way, the article will be adequately titled, Archie Andrews : Rising Star.” He let out a laugh, probably just to pity you. “How have you been, Y/N,” he asked, “since summer?” You paused, studying his handsome face. “I’ve been better, what about you?” He shrugged, “it’s just a little weird now,” he gestured to his jersey; His jersey with Jason’s number on it. You nodded, “I can’t imagine what it’s like being compared to Jason.” He frowned and you saved yourself, “you’re so different, but in the greatest way possible.” He nodded and looked back up at you. “So what did you do over summer?” You scoffed, “absolutely nothing.” He smiled a little, “not even a boyfriend to keep you busy?”

You swallowed hard, “uh no,” you replied and Archie seemed to realize that he overstepped your comfort. “Sorry,” he said, “it’s just hard to believe that a pretty girl like yourself is single.” You felt nerves crawl over your whole body. You needed to leave before you said something stupid. You looked down at your watch and sighed. “Well I gotta go, see ya Archie,” you spun on your heels and fast walked away. “Y/N, wait,” you heard his voice but your just kept going.


Archie watched as you walked away. He had messed up, that much was clear. He bent down to pick up the piece of paper that had slipped out of your pocket. He didn’t call out to you again, seeing as you were farther away now. He unfolded the paper and read what you had written.

A.A. - Rising Star

Amidst the darkness of pain and regret,

There stands a star in the field,

Alone among the wreckage

Who burns like the end of a cigarette.

Tousled flames burns too bright,

As the rising star ascends

Into the unforgiving skies,

Blinding those who fear the light.

Of this time of heartache and pain,

It’s lovely to see such a handsomely

Strong star that burns so high

It can still breath light amidst the rain.

Archie flashed back to your conversation and made the connection. You wrote this poem about him. Was he really this great, as your poem made him out to be? He folded the paper back up, shoving it into his pocket. He walked over to where his dad normally picks him up with a smile; maybe there was a chance you liked him too.


You closed the door to the News Room around 4pm. You had stayed after school with most of the editing team, which was just you, Betty, and Jughead, to put the final touches on the school paper. Now, you could finally go home and focus on your own writings. You walked over to your locker, opening it to grab your jacket.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned and saw Archie, walking towards you with a piece of paper in his hands. You instantly recognized the mismatched folding as the poem you wrote while watching Archie at football practice. He held it out to you, his brown eyes bright with excitement. “Is this about me,” he asked, and you just nodded. “You’re a star in everyone’s eyes,” you said, trying to brush over the obvious. He just stared at you with a raised eyebrow. “The last stanza,” he murmured, and you felt the warm his skin radiated due to his closeness. You nodded, “I added some flourishes.”

“Is that all that is?” You bit your lip, looking away from him momentarily. “No, that’s not all they are.” He smiled, and leaned towards you, “in that case, you’re a very pretty star.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks as you looked into his eyes. He leaned down towards you, cupping your face with his hand. His lips brushed yours in question, which you answered with a full kiss. Galaxies exploded behind your eyes as it hit you that your were kissing Archie Andrews; your crush since Freshmen year. He pulled away from you slowly, a boyish grin played on his red lips. “I’ll see you at the big game, right Starshine,” he asked teasingly. You nodded with a smile, “of course, I’ll see you there Andrews.” With that, Archie turned around and left, smiling as he did. You shut your locker and turned the other way, but stopped when you say Betty and Jughead staring at you. “Really? Starshine?” Jughead asked, trying to mimic the way Archie said your nickname. You just smiled at the thought of your star.  

Captain | tom holland football!au

Requested: Yep!

Rating: PG-13 for language if there is any??

Summary: Tom is captain of the football team, and you take great notes. (This is fluff involving homecoming and highschool!Tom I think you’ll like it!!)


There was a boy in your science class. Actually, there were multiple boys in your science class, but only one really caught your eye. He sat in front of you. 

Every day, you came into class, scribbled down notes in your planner and notebook furiously, and left with homework that you did your best on but rarely understood completely.

Unlike the boy in front of you, who’s hands never moved during the class except for when he moved his phone to his lap below his desk, when he did this you’d hear faint tapping noises and resisted the urge to ask the boy why he never felt the need to take notes or even pay attention to the class.

You knew it was none of your business, he probably didn’t even know you existed. You seemed to notice him everywhere, though: in the hallways, the lunchroom, the football games in which he’d always play and in the school’s parking lot where you often saw him laughing with friends or talking to some girl who was leaned against his car, touching his chest casually or laughing at something he said that you couldn’t hear.

You knew you had no right to be jealous, you’d never even talked to him, you were too nervous. Besides, you told yourself, you were too busy taking notes and listening to the teacher who droned bell to bell during the hour in which you had the class every day.

Then came test day, you were one of the first to get done, as always, and to your surprise, upon walking back to your seat and passing the boys desk in front of yours, you noticed he was also finished with the test. 

“Well I definitely failed that,” you said quietly as you passed his desk, just loud enough so that he could hear you. 

You sat down, surprised when the boy turned around to face you. 

“Oh please, you think you failed?”

You nodded slightly, your heart banging in your chest at the fact that your crush had turned around to talk to you.

You tried to calm yourself by reminding your brain that the conversation most likely meant absolutely nothing to him.

“You didn’t fail, I bet you could probably teach this class, with all ‘f the notes you take,” he teased before adding: “you’d probably be a better teacher than what’s-his-name up there who just rambles in that monotone voice all day,” he grinned and you did the same.

You shook your head again, shifting in your seat.

“No, I’m nowhere near that good, this is my weak subject, that’s why I take so many notes,” you confessed, looking down at your hands out of nerves for a second before lifting your head to meet his eyes again.

He rolled his eyes, the grin you’d come to know so well remaining on his face. 

“Well, I’m sure no matter how you did, you did a hell of a lot better than me, I left half of it blank,” Tom revealed and your eyebrows raised.

“I have no clue what’s goin’ on in this class, haven’t since like, the first day,” he laughed a bit. “I just have to keep passing long enough to keep doing football,“ 

Before you could think to stop yourself, you heard the words "maybe it’d be easier if you took notes?” Slipping from your mouth. Your face heated and before you could try and take back the words that you realized probably sounded condescending, Tom was nodding.

“You’re right, I wish I took good notes like you did, maybe then I’d have an A too,” he mused. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

“How do you know my grade?” You inquired, a smile still on your face to water-down the directness of your question.

“Heard you mention it in line once, wow that’s so creepy, sorry, I swear ’m not stalking ya, or anything,” he said, a hand coming up to massage the back of his neck nervously as he exhaled. 

You grinned, trying to hide the fact that you were enthralled Tom had noticed you even in the slightest. 

“I could show you my notes? They’re kind of weirdly formatted so I could break them down for you if you’d like?”&am; You offered, opening your notebook and flipping it open and rotating it so Tom could glance at the notes you’d taken, erasers= marks and doodles marring the page along with your more intentional notations.

“Would you? My parents are so mad at my grade in here,” Tom confessed, his muscles relaxing as he twisted to rest his elbows on your desk. Head bowing to scam through your notes quickly.

“I don’t want you to think I’m just taking advantage of you for your work, ya don’t ‘ave to do this for me at all,” Tom spoke sincerely, looking into your eyes.

“No, it’s no problem, here you can just take my notes and text me if you have questions?” You asked, not thinking that this would require the two of you exchanging phone numbers until after the words left your mouth. Before you could reassure him that you didn’t require his number, Tom had already pulled his phone from his pocket and was tapping around to reach the contacts spot, handing it to you freely with a grin. “Here, I’ll text you so you get my number,”&he suggested, handing you his phone with the screen already up for you to fill in your information. You put your name as ‘YN with the notes’,& and Tom smiled, you handed the phone back and your heart nearly split with joy when your hands touched.

And that was how you and Tom started talking. Talking became casual study dates, which became dates without studying, which eventually became Tom, nervously laundering his football jersey on a Sunday night, wanting it to smell good when he attempted to give it to you to wear at the next football game. 

As captain of the team, it was expected that he would give his jersey to somebody for the homecoming game, but nobody seemed to know who, you and Tom had kept your new relationship on the low down and neither of you minded this in the slightest.

He set his jersey in the dryer after pulling it out of the washing machine, sitting on top of the appliance to check if you had texted him.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t. Tom didn’t worry, he knew how busy you were studying tonight, as you had multiple tests coming up in the coming week.

He sent a quick text that read: “take care of yourself! Don’t work too hard, smarty pants xx” 

He checked his other notifications, multiple texts from his fellow members of the football team sat in his inbox.

Most inquired who he was asking to wear his jersey and if he was going to the homecoming dance, and if so who with.

He explained to them that he would be asking you to wear his jersey and based on that he would decide whether or not you’d like to be his date for homecoming.

He received a plethora of supportive texts and he couldn’t help but smile at the support of his team in his efforts to become yours.


Monday rolled around and you were the first face tom saw, he was running a bit late that morning. He’d stayed up late brainstorming the best possible way to ask you to homecoming the night before, and now had a section in the back of his notebook with bullet-point ideas.

Nothing seemed good enough for you. It wasn’t that you were hard to impress, or that he was particularly nervous that you would reject him, it was just that he wanted to make it as good as he felt you deserved, and better. The only problem, was that you deserved the best of the best, and Tom felt sorely incapable of providing that.

He brought it up to his team members, and they managed to offer a few suggestions. Most, were completely unusable, but some were deemed worthy of tom to be written in the bullet point list of ideas.

After practice, his team members encouraged him to ask you sooner than later to wear the jersey, but that none of them would get in his way so he had no competition for you. He was grateful, but that didn’t stop the tornado of butterflies in his gut.

He then sought you out, finding you right where he’d expected, at your locker, transferring books in and out from your backpack, headphones in your ears and your head nodding slightly along to what Tom imagined was the beat of the song.

“Hey, babe,” he spoke softly, trying not to startle you. His hand moved to sit on your back and you knew it was him before you even looked up. You smiled, happy to see him. You’d heard the buzz around school that the team would be giving out their jerseys.

The problem was that you and Tom hadn’t made anything official yet, so you weren’t quite sure what to expect. All you knew is the thought of Tom handing you his jersey made you feel as though you’d melt. In a positive way, of course.

The jersey was in his backpack. All he had to do was pull it out and hand it to you.

So why was Tom nearly sweating?

It was just you. Wonderful, gorgeous, genius, funny, sweet and amazing you. Tom concluded that was probably why his hands were clammy and nearly shaking with nerves. 

He tried to convert his nerves into excited energy, as his coach had told him to do before games time and time again, and yet, it was Wednesday before Tom finally got up the nerve to hand you the jersey.

“Is this why you’ve been so weird all week?”&#157; You asked, taking the jersey into your hands gently. Tom blushed. “Was it that obvious?” 

“Tom, you could barely make eye contact, and your voice was like ten octaves higher than usual,” YN teased and Tom rolled his eyes. “Shut up,”&#157; he spoke teasingly.

“Ooh, that’s not the way I would talk to somebody who you’re trying to convince to wear your jersey,”&#157; you joked. Tom opened his mouth but before he could speak the warning bell rang, signaling you had a minuet to get to your next class.

“Don’t worry, team captain,”&#157; you smiled, closing your locker and keeping the jersey in your hands. You kissed his cheek and kept your head by his ear to say: “you don’t have to do any convincing.”

And with that you were walking down the hall, and Tom felt such a storm of excitement that he didn’t know what to do with the energy that surged through every fiber of his being. 

Your friends freaked out when you showed them the jersey. You had the football team captain’s jersey. 

You assured them that Tom was nobody to get so excited about but your smile continued to stretch from ear to ear when you thought of the jersey that you’d tucked away in your bag.

It smelled like a mix of Tom and the detergent aisle of a supermarket, and you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

It wasn’t until you were at the game in the row behind the front line of bleachers and receiving looks from others wearing team members jerseys that it really sank in.

Tom had picked you to wear his jersey. He’s picked you to be connected to him in front of everyone. You couldn’t help but blossom at the thought of him wanting to show you off. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to be the least bit surprised when your team won, Tom carried the team to a swift victory, scoring three touchdowns throughout the game. The stands went wild, everyone excited about the win.

The best part of the evening, however, was when the entire football team picked up a sign and began shuffling around, Tom directing them to stand at certain places, the signs turned backwards so nobody could tell what was written on them. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Tom walked to the stands, still on the field, head tilted up to scan the crowd for you. You were shoved forwards by the crowd when he called your name, getting a few whistles and cheers. You felt your face get hot at the attention, and you were shocked by how quickly the stands grew quiet once Tom requested it.

“Alright, thanks guys,”&#157; he smiled at the crowd, which briefly cheered as if to say as a group: “get on with it”.

Now, Tom bent down and grabbed a football, hugging it close to his chest with one hand, and holding your hand in the other. 

“So, YN,”&#157; he spoke, and as he did the football team members all revealed their signs, spelling out the words “YN, it would be a real ‘win’ if you went with Tom to…”&#157;

You looked down at Tom to see he was holding a football that had the word “homecoming?” on it. Black paint smeared in stripes across his cheeks for the game that had just ended. 

“So will you?”&#157; He inquired quietly, losing the football out to you. You were quiet, observing the scene before you and hoping you’d remember it forever.

You found yourself nodding your head rapidly without even having to think about it. With that, Tom punched his closed fist into the air excitedly, the crowd performing a standing ovation with loud cheering as Tom hugged you, climbing up into the stands to be on your level.

He hugged you close, spinning you around before setting you gently on your feet again. He cupped your fave and you both leaned in, sharing a quick kiss before the crowd, which was now going berserk.

“I’m so glad you said yes,”&#157; Tom admitted, as the two of you walked out of the stadium after the majority of the crowd had cleared from the parking lot. “Me too,” you grinned, Tom’s arm wrapped around you. 

“I mean it’s good to know you aren’t just using me for my notes,” you teased, as if his feelings hadn’t become completely transparent over the last few weeks.  

“YN I have something to tell you,”&#157; He stopped dead in his tracks. “Now don’t laugh,” he warned, you becoming more concerned with his sudden seriousness, comforted by the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“I might’ve stopped taking notes so I had a reason to talk to you,” he admitted quietly, your jaw dropped and eyebrows raised, eyes widening. 

“You what?”

“I’ve had a crush on you, and look, it worked! We’re going to the dance together!” Tom laughed from his stomach, cheeks turning pink.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his confession as the two of you continued toward his familiar car. “I can’t believe you-” 

”Oh, hush, come on, already YN! I’m going to beat you to the Dutchman!”

Tom broke into a run towards his car, referring to it by the name only he called it by. You rolled your eyes but found yourself trailing behind him to his car, laughing all the way.


@cynderros 

anonymous asked:

do you think sansa will support jon? or will she be upset with him? How do you think their relationship would be next season? and how do you think her relationship with daenerys will be?

I think Sansa will always support Jon, no matter what, unless he goes insane and plots to kill her or kill Arya or have a Northern lord beheaded for rolling his eyes at the wrong moment or whatever.

That’s the thing here… I really wanted Sansa to be absolutely out of her mind furious with him for handing the North away like a first anniversary gift to his new annoying girlfriend. I don’t want that anymore.

I would really like it for Sansa to trust him and believe him to always do what he believes is right. I think that if Jon can make up his case in a logical and straightforward fashion, he can give her some convincing arguments to pursue her to agree with his decision and support him in this (he’s gonna need that support very much and I know he knows that).

If Jon explains to Sansa how essential Dany’s fire shower plus Dothraki mad men support is, essential for the survival of the North, for the survival of Westeros, then she’ll have a hard time swallowing the pill, but I believe she’ll swallow it. I think she respects Jon in his role as King a lot, she said so herself that she believes he’s good at ruling, and she knows how much he lacks power hunger, Sansa knows, more than anyone else maybe, how unself-centered (is that a word) he is.

So, giving up an independence to save millions of lives is, I think, an act she’ll be able to consciously understand, perhaps even respect, even admire. There’s a sort of self sacrifice and total lack of arrogance there that I think Sansa would find impressive, and it’ll remind her of her father. After all Sansa went through, I think she’s very capable of understanding there are greater things than pride. Yes the Northern independence is everything, but not at the cost of ever human being in the North. It hurts, but sometimes things do.

However, if she’ll be able to comprehend and understand Jon’s standpoint in all this, I don’t expect her to understand Dany’s. Demanding a deal with Cersei out of nothing but personal desire? Demanding a deal with Cersei even after facing the freaking Night King himself? Letting Jon go behind the wall on a death sentence patrol just to get the proof to get a deal with Cersei? Demanding total surrender and full loyalty in return for saving the world? Only wanting to save the world if she gets to rule it? Demanding total obedience from the North, a place she’s never been to? Calling Jon arrogant? Keeping Jon prisoner? Being an all-round arrogant selfish cry baby?

there’s nothing in Daenerys for Sansa to like or admire. Her stupid speeches of her own sufferings will have exactly zero impact, all Dany lives through Sansa did in some way or another too (without dragons). Sansa is not going to be easily impressed. Not at all ever, probably.

This all depends on Jon giving up his power (if he even did, which I doubt more and more) in fear of losing Dany’s support. I’m very confident this was his main motivation, because I can’t find any other reason that doesn’t seem absolutely ridiculously dumb. Of course there is a possibility for him to have given up the North for the ass kissing reason he gave Daenerys (a person famous for being very vulnerable to ass kissing), namely, her being simply a wonderful person with an amazingly good heart. 🙂
If that were the case, Sansa can set him on fire for all I care.

Getting Creative [Jason Todd x Reader]

@cityofdespair9 requested: “Congratulations on 500 followers!!! Can I request an imagine where Jason and the reader are on a vacation on a secluded island and they have to make their own fun because they get too bored?”

A/N: Yes this idiot finally produced something, and a request no less!

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 665

WANT TO BE TAGGED?

MASTERLIST


You loved isolation, vacation and of course, your dear boyfriend Jason Todd, so when you added all three together, you should be ecstatic, right?

Wrong.

Very, very wrong.

“Jason, I’m bored out of my mind.” You complained like a child. Jason raised an eyebrow and glanced at you from his position under the palm tree.

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He questioned with a frown.

You rolled your eyes. “When I said break I didn’t mean strand ourselves on one of Bruce’s private islands. This is ridiculous, there’s virtually nothing here! Why did he even buy it?” You exclaimed, knowing you were making a really good point. Bruce never did anything without reason so why did he buy a tropical island in the middle of nowhere with barely anything built on it?

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Jason countered, just as clueless as you were.

You crossed your arms as a pout formed on your face, showing Jason that you weren’t happy with this arrangement at all. The two of you had already swam on the beach, played all possible beach games with only two people and used all the items in the villa. There wasn’t much else left to do and Bruce said the helicopter would come to pick you two up in another week.

Another week.

“We could always swim back?” Jason suggested.

Swim back.” You repeated, unimpressed. “Not everyone is a crime-fighting vigilante with years of training under his belt Jay.”

Jason shrugged. “I tried.” He then resumed reading the book in his hands.

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes, “it totally seemed that way.” You got off your hammock and began to walk around, staring at the forested area with curiosity. “Hey Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“How big’s the island?”

“Dunno, Bruce never mentioned.” Jason answered with disinterest. You hummed and thought for a moment, before a brilliant idea popped into your mind.

“Why don’t we find out?” You suggested with newfound excitement.

Jason looked from from the words on the page. “Huh?”

“You know,” you spread your arms, “explore the island! Who knows what’s out there!”

“Uh, I do.” Jason muttered, “bugs and reptiles and plenty of plants I don’t want anything to do with. And mosquitoes, let’s not forget mosquitoes.”

“Well I’m going with or without you.” You declared, walking away. You knew he would follow you either way, and soon enough you heard footsteps behind you, accompanied by quiet curses.

You walked deeper into the forest, taking note of all the strange, colorful plants and creatures peacefully residing on the trees. You could tell there were many more animals hidden, feeling afraid to show themselves. You weren’t as afraid of animals or bugs as the average person, so you found it easy to navigate the forest. You weren’t afraid of getting lost either since you knew Jason would remember the way back.

After an hour or two of walking, you found a small empty plot of land. It was in the middle of the forest and completely out of place. You frowned and walked to the center but felt nothing was wrong, but Jason thought differently.

“Wait…”

He knelt down onto the dirt and… knocked on it? Curious, you lowered yourself down to his level beside him and watched as he started to wipe the sand away. Soon, you saw a grey surface underneath the sand.

A hatch.

You stepped back with wide eyes. “I guess we know why Bruce bought this island now…”

“Well… shall we?” Jason asked, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want to make Bruce angry? He probably didn’t tell us for a reason.” You protested, feeling unsure.

“You started this.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect to find another one of Bruce’s man-cave.” 

“You have anything better to do?” He challenged, smirking because he knew you were bored and did in fact, have absolutely nothing to do.

“… fine.” You sighed, giving in. “But if Bruce asks, it was your idea.”

Enemies to Lovers! - Jeno

Originally posted by 0jeno

Request: Hi, I really love your posts they’re honestly really great. I was wondering if you could make a Jeno post where you guys are enemies but the reason he is so cold is because he likes you. Kinda like the Johnny post but Jeno’s only mean because he likes you. I hope this makes sense, anyway thanks!

A/n: I couldn’t really make Jeno that mean because sjfnsjfsjsks look at him!! He’s too nice lol

Masterlist

  • This is probably the only other enemies to lovers scenario that I’ll do
  • just cause, as a personal preference, I don’t like writing the same type of scenario for multiple members
  • sorry about that
  • it’s just hard to come up with something different each time when the scenario is so similar
  • sorry!!

Keep reading