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Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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Renaissance Faire - Race and Culture

This month hosts The Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Los Angeles. For those of you who have never been to a Ren Faire, one of the key aspects of it is costume and dressing up. 

When I was in High School and would go with my High School friends, I was always a little jealous of the costumes that they would wear. All of my friends in High School you see, were white. The costumes that they would wear always looked right on them and somehow, wrong on me. 

One year, I took things into my own hands and decided to dress as a Chinese Peasant. I got a Rice Paddy hat from our local chinatown and a pretty drab and easy top and pants (I super wish I could find these photos for you guys)  

The effect worked, a lot of people noticed my costume and laughed at my little joke.

Still, I would look at my friends in their beautiful dresses and flower crowns and envy that they could easily slip into this land of make believe and I still felt a little bit like an outsider. 

I don’t believe that anyone particularly made me feel this way, it was just something that made me aware of my race when usually it’s something I don’t necessarily think about. 

So, I went and decided to just wear the ‘wrong’ feeling costumes anyways, it was all pretend and I could do anything I wanted. 

But this year, I decided to do something different. I did some research and found out that during the Elizabethan period, the Ming dynasty would have been in power. I did some research online and found myself a Ming Dynasty costume. 

It was everything I had ever wanted. I felt pretty, but also I felt like I belonged. I felt like I was able to share my culture and what was beautiful about that time period with people who didn’t know. A lot of people stopped me to ask about my costume! I wish I had known a little bit more about accurate construction or really, anything about the Ming Dynasty, but I still felt right in it. 

There are lots of cultures that existed during the Elizabethan era and I encourage any People of Color to share that when they go to a Renaissance festival next time! I would love to see more costumes, maybe Armenian or Turkish or Mongolian! 

Next year I want to take this as a starting point and try to incorporate more elements of fantasy. There are lots of Chinese dramas that take period costumes and throw some fun fantasy elements into it. Here are some cool examples:

Things from musicals that are so perfect they are borderline erotic

When Jonathan Groff first comes in in The Bitch of Living.
The third and fourth “burn"s in Burn and Phillipa Soo’s voice all the time. Shoutout to the final “mine” too; that’s gorgeous.
Pia Douwes’s voice, and how it is somehow simultaneously smooth and pure and beautifully rough.
The harmonies at the end of Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling.
The “or"s at the end of lines in Pretty Women.
“Would you think so badly of me” in Sonya and Natasha.
Rudolf’s "dann"s in Wenn Ich Dein Speigel Wär. And the "Nein! Ich möchte leben!” in Elisabeth, Mach Auf Mein Engel.
The dissidence of “trees” in Darkness and Trees.
How Phillipa Soo’s voice blends perfectly with the violins in Natasha Lost.
“I wish I could fly” from Superboy and the Invisible Girl.
That thing in The Bitch of Living when they are all jumping around chaotically and then suddenly are frozen singing “do they think we want this?” (Start at 2:40 for the full effect.)
That thing Karen David does in like every song in Galavant where her voice changes pitch slightly and damn.
The way “sadness” is sung in Don’t Do Sadness. Also the strings.
The piano in Hurricane.
The thing they do in Stop the World with the turntable and the chairs and everyone singing in a really lovely harmony with just the perfect amount of dissidence and sweet damn I love everything about it.
Absolutely everything about how Philippa Soo sings Times Are Hard for Dreamers. (Her voice is 15% of this list and that’s me holding back help it’s so beautiful.)
Both “nothing, it was nothing, I didn’t lead him on at all” and “back in the theatre full of light” in Natasha Lost.
Jenn Colella singing her phone call in 28 Hours/Wherever We Are.
Jenn Colella everywhere else let’s be real.
When Eva starts singing in High Flying Adored.
How syrupy and rich Jasmine Cephas Jones’ voice is in Say No to This.
That part of Seventeen when JD and Veronica are singing “seventeen” together and he’s singing higher than her. Also when Boote in Der Nacht and Wenn Ich Tanzen Will end the same way.
Everything about Gwyndolyn’s voice, especially when she’s singing her parts of A Happy Ending for Us.
The slight roughness in John Gallagher Jr.’s voice.
How drowsy and sexy Idina Menzel’s voice is in As Long As You’re Mine.
Also when she sings “it well may be” in For Good. (It’s nice for different reasons of course.)
Chris Jackson’s voice in One Last Time. And in every other song.

Things I wish I'd seen in BMC

like if i had seen it tho

•"lookin pretty sexy, brooke"
•the play so i could actually understand what was really going on
•rich realizing he’s bi
•"jEREMY!!“ "pause..”
• “c ccome on..” “i was just gonna check my email!”
•jeremy swaggering to drama practice with christine
•the height difference between jake and rich
•rich talking while he pees
•also rich when “my little penis was depressed” bc i feel like he’d make a gesture at it
•any undertoned gay scenes
•the beginning of the smartphone hour
•jeremy’s face at the end of a guy that i’d kinda be into
•michael in more than survive
•michael in two-player game
•michael in michael in the bathroom
•michael in the play
•michael in upgrade
•michael in the pants song
•michael in general

and a lot more

The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo


“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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Hit the Diamond

The way that this episode had not only things I wished, but things I thought that would be pretty unlikely to happen makes it hard to believe that I’m not dreaming, somehow. At the beginning of this year I made a fancomic with lots of Rubies and had such a great time just by playing with the idea… I could never imagine that we would have such an anime-istic episode WITH THAT MANY RUBIES. AND SO MANY RUPPHIRE MOMENTS. The jokes were amazing, all other characters were just as incredible, DAMN. I’m so happy! 

Words Speak Louder Than Actions

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: sexting, dirty talk, mention of the word “nut”, mentions of ass eating, no actual penetration, metal arm kink, flirting with a woman, masturbation

Word Count: 2234

bang this might be bad idk (p.s the gif has nothing to do w it lmao it probably would’ve gone better w shoot from the hip)

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I really love SZA’s song “Normal Girl”. I love when she sings “I wish I was a normal girl” because I relate to that. I’ve just never felt normal in my life. I wish I was like every other girl. I wish I was at a healthy weight for my height. I wish I could do my own makeup (I’ve tried to watch tutorials and stuff but I don’t understand what I need and whether it’ll suit my skin tone or not. It confuses me so much). I wish I loved going clubbing and had crushes (I’ve kinda stopped myself from having crushes? Don’t know if it makes sense but why would they even want me when they’re surrounded by pretty and nice girls?). I wish I had a squad. I wish I was good at doing things. I wish I knew how to do my hair/grow my 4c hair. I wish I could be carefree like every other black girl in my life.

Hey guys, it’s been a while… The thing is that I’ve been REALLY busy with college and stuffs. This means that I won’t be able to post as frequently as I wished I could, I’m really sorry. But to make up for it I’m posting this little doodle(ish) piece! I had a really good time doing it!

There’s Firepaw, my daughter Cinderpelt in all her beauty! Some sibling cuddle cus Feather and Storm are my fav sibling couple! And baby Littlecloud napping… cus I love him.

Also there’s me trying to deal with all the college bullshit at the top and a pretty accurate pic of me drawing this piece while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack… is like this to all many of the songs!

Like that // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: Someone requested this based on the song “like that” by Bea Miller. Hope you like it :D

The music was loud, the bass making the floor seem like it was shaking. All I could see was them, Shawn and the beautiful brunette latched onto his arm. Her black dress hang to every one of her curves, making her look like a super model- I wouldn’t be surprised if she was.

Then there was me, looking like plain Jane next to her. At least that’s what Shawn’s gaze was telling me. Every time his eyes would flick back to me, the happy smile would change into a frown. We’ve been dating only a short 3 months and at first, I will admit, things were perfect. Then I noticed the small things.

The way he would tell me to change my outfit if he didn’t like it. How if I wore no makeup out he would tell me to at least put on some concealer. Little things like that slowly started to become more and more frequent until it got to the stage where he would bluntly flirt with other girls right in front of me. Almost as if he was saying I was not worth his time.

I sighed, stirring my drink with the straw, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. Shawn told me earlier that tonight we were going out to make another public appearance. I had a long day and to be honest, it was the last thing I wanted to be doing.

Shawn didn’t seem to care what I wanted to do however, when I protested he told me I was being selfish and that I didn’t care about his career. 

“Stop looking sad, you’re pretty when you smile,” his voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I look at him and throw on a smile.

“Better?” I ask, attitude slipping through. He glares slightly.


“Whatever,” I mumble, Shawn hearing my comment.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling up a chair next to me.

“I’m just tired Shawn, I don’t particularly want to be here. I had a long day at work,” I stare down at the table.

“I told you, you don’t have to work since you have me so it’s your own fault for being tired,” Shawn shrugs and I roll my eyes.

“Is that all you see me as- someone who will rely on you for money?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t see the point of you working when I earn so much money,” He says, his dull eyes meeting mine.

“I may get tired but I love my job. I went to university for 3 years to be able to do what I do now and there’s no way I would give that up just because my boyfriend has money,” I spit, temper rising.

“Your job isn’t really that vital to the company though, I’m sure they wouldn’t care if you quit,” My jaw drops in shock.

“Excuse you but I’m actually-”

“Shawn, here,” The brunette from before cuts me off. She hands him a key for a hotel room, I presume its for one of the rooms in the hotel above the bar we’re currently in. “I’ll be there in a hour, meet me there?” 

He nods curtly and she struts off. I feel my stomach drop, my eyes blurring with tears.

“I can’t believe- what was that?” I ask, face scrunched in disgust.

“That my dear Y/n, is Shelly. Shelly has awesome legs and a much more obedient personality,” He smirks at me, taking a gulp from my drink.

“Stuff you Shawn,” I mumble, hurrying to get up before he saw my tears. I grab my bag and storm off, ignoring Shawn calling my name. I run out the door, wiping my tears away as the cold air nips my skin.

“Y/n,” His arm grips my own tightly, tugging me back into his chest. “Stop making a scene,”

“A scene!” I burst out. “And flirting with other girls in my face, accepting key cards to go see other girls, right in front of me, isn’t?”

He looks around, as if checking no one could hear.

“What were you thinking? What were you going to do with her? Huh Shawn?” I ask, shoving his chest in anger.

“I just needed a night with someone who would actually listen to me for once,”

I shake my head in disbelief. 

“I don’t even know why I bother,” I mumble, turning away from him just to be tugged back to him. 

“Stop walking away,”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” I snap, pulling my arm out of his vice like grip. “I can’t do this anymore Shawn. I thought this was going to be good for me, that you were good for me. Turns out your just another rich celebrity where the fame has gone straight to their head,”

His arm falls limp at his side as he stares at me throughout my speech.

“Everyone thought you were the one to save me, turned out you were the one to make me fall and when you treat me like that I don’t want to be associated with you. It makes me wish I never knew you,”

With that I turn around and walk out of his life and hopefully, him out of mine.

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anonymous asked:

your art is incredible and you're literally an inspiration for me! Could you please share any tips for coloring ??

Thank you! I wish I could go into detail, but I’m pretty clueless about coloring myself. D’:

Here are some basic things I picked up that helped me: base color > adding warmth to naturally flushed areas > desaturated colors for the shadow if the base is warm > blend to my taste > add highlights > change the lineart color depending on the piece, sometimes I leave it black 

I think most coloring styles follow these basic steps, but the little things make it your own style… for example, I like to blend a little of the flesh color into the edges of the bangs (I like to pretend the hair reflects it, or is sheer enough to let u see through it… it also looks softer and more forgiving)


Dysphoria is a tricky thing. I spent most of high school wearing baggy tee shirts and jeans. I would always look at the free people catalogs and wish I could feel confident enough to wear a pretty flowy summer dress. I was too scared that my shoulders were too broad and my hips were too nonexistent. I was scared that my arm muscles were too obvious. Now I’ve learned to embrace those things. Having muscles won’t make you clockable. Having broad shoulders doesn’t make you disproportionate. They’re just small details that are a part of a much more complicated person. So here I am in a free people dress with my shoulders out because I’m gonna wear what I want to and you should too ☺️

Notes (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Requested by @jaredflyingsolo : “Excuse me, would you like to read that note in front of the whole class?” “Sure why not but I’m warning you it’s not exactly PG” 

Warnings: a little smutty, cussing, risqué things, mentions of sex 

w/c: 950 (short bc I have so many more to do) 

A/N: This is my first smutty ish fic and I hope I did a good job but who knows. Sorry for not posting yesterday (I was not feeling 100% and I was in a terrible mindset) but I’m back to submit more of the requested fics. Oh yeah also not proofread whoops

Dating Connor Murphy was kind of like walking on the moon. It was amazing and life changing- but you were playing with fate; any second your suit could run out of oxygen. 

Why? Because your boyfriend was very, very, into public displays of affection, and his teasing was the stuff of legends. Doesn’t sound like a huge problem right? Not really, until you’re in your third period history class and your boyfriend won’t stop whispering things in your ear and passing you notes that would make your parents faint. 

It was really easy for him to do it too, since he sat right behind you and you were both in the very back of the class, so no one really noticed. Which right now was a pretty good thing because you had at least three balled up pieces of paper on your desk and a very pink face. 

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I think there’s only one thing I wish could have been a part of Dream Daddy.

The ability to bond with the other dads’ kids. I know they show a little bonding in each one but it’s automatic to the story and a rather minuscule part of it.

I mean actually making choices that will affect how their child/children feel about you. A kid’s opinion of who their parent is seeing is pretty damn important in my book.

I dunno it just felt weird that the dads were all dating without really getting their kids’ opinions on it.

This is my first try to write about anyone who isn’t Ivar. I want to try and write about other characters too. I just have to get there in tiny steps. I had to try myself with Ubbe first because he definitely is my second fav. 

So for all those who have requsted stuff about Sigurd or King Harald: Hang in there! I will get there. This is the first step. Let me know what you think.


The first thing you noticed waking up was that your head was hurting like shit, the next was a weight on your chest that wasn’t supposed to be there. You opened your eyes. And closed them again immediately, for the sun shining through the window made your head explode with pain. You groaned. Maybe last night you had gone a bit too far with the drinking and now you were paying the price. You barely remembered anything about the previous night. There had been a feast and heavy drinking. You had distant memories of dancing a lot and of sitting with Ubbe and Hvitserk, but everything that came after that was more than blurry.

You kept your eyes shut and instead reached out your hand to find out what was weighting on your chest. Your fingers touched warm skin. Someone’s arm was lying across your chest. You desperately searched your mind for more memories from the previous night but came up with nothing. So you opened your eyes a second time, very slowly this time, squinting against the sunlight. It still hurt, but not as bad as the first time. Also very slowly you turned your head to see who was sleeping beside you.

You saw blondish hair peeking out from under the furs, most of it long and braided into a long tail, some shorter and standing away in all directions. You gasped. Shit! You peered under the furs only to find out that you both were completely naked. Your head dropped back into the pillow and you let out a long sigh.

Ubbe and you had been best friends for ages but it had always been platonic. Obviously that had changed now, although you had no memories of it whatsoever. To be honest this wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to you, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. You knew Ubbe had been drinking a lot as well and if he’d regret whatever happened last night, it would definitely make things awkward. But then, maybe he also had no memory at all. Then you could just sneak out and with some luck he’d never find out who had shared the bed with him.

Very carefully you rolled out from under his arm. You stood and searched the room with your gaze, hoping to find your dress somewhere. You spotted  at least you underdress lying in a pile of clothes on the other side of the bed. Ignoring the nagging pain in your head, you tiptoed over and bend down to pick it up.

You startled when you heard a low growl behind you.

“What a nice ass.”

You slowly rose and turned around, holding your underdress in front of you to cover your nakedness.

“Are you trying to sneak out on me?” Ubbe asked, looking at you from sleepy eyes.

You blushed and shrugged. “I do not want things to become awkward between us.”

“To me last night did not feel awkward at all.” He said with a grin.

You just stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

His eyes grew wide. “Oh Y/N, you don’t remember, do you?”

You slowly shook you head.

“Nothing at all?”

You were surprised to hear some disappointment in his voice. “Do you?”

“Well, only most of it.” He admitted. “But I do remember the important part.”

“Then maybe you also remember where the rest of my clothes are.”

He thought about that for a moment, then looked up to you with a grin. “They’re probably still in the great hall.”

You felt your jaw drop. “What? How….?”

Ubbe’s grin only grew wider. “You were pretty eager last night. We almost didn’t make it here before things got really intense.”

You sighed and covered your eyes with one hand.

“Common Y/N, it’s not that bad, no one got hurt.” He said, reaching out for your hand. “I wish you could remember.” He added with a smirk.

You reluctantly took his hand and sat down at the edge of the bed. You still didn’t know how to feel about the fact that you had slept with your best friend, but it made you feel better that Ubbe was so chilled about it.

“How did this happen?” You wanted to know.

“I have no idea. We were talking and having a good time and the next thing I know we’re making out. And from then on I guess one thing led to another.”

“Do you regret it?” You asked looking at your hands. You had to know.

He brought his hand to your chin and gently turned your face towards his. “No, not at all. Why would I? I mean you are beautiful and it’s not like I’ve never thought about it. I just didn’t knew if you liked me that way and didn’t want to risk our friendship.”

It took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said.

“Y/N? Say something.”

Your faces were only inches apart. You looked into his eyes while you slowly bridged the gap and connected your lips with his. He was right, it didn’t feel awkward. It felt good, it felt right. The kiss  was slow and gentle at first but soon got more and more eager, your breathing coming fast and heavy. The underdress you had covered yourself with dropped to the ground as Ubbe wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to him.

“Since you don’t remember last night, we have to repeat every second of it.” He whispered into your ear.

Some Good Old Fashioned Motherly Advice

A/N- The next part of Long Lost Sister. I recommend reading the rest of the series.

Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Sorry that it is so long- I started out thinking this wasn’t going to be a long chapter, but then I started writing….

Long Lost Sister Masterlist


In the two days since their fight, Y/N had stayed locked up in her room, only sneaking out to eat when she was sure the boys had gone to bed. Sam and Dean had both tried numerous times to get her to come out or to talk to them, but all attempts failed. They were honestly surprised she was still here. They though after the fight, she surely would have left.

Y/N herself was surprised she was still at the bunker. She packed and unpacked her bag multiple times and had planned to leave every time, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Something was keeping her here and Y/N wished she knew what it was. She was livid with the boys and wasn’t sure she could ever forgive them, so why couldn’t she make herself walk out the front door?

The boys were brooding in the library when Jody called.

“Hey Jody,” Dean answered, putting the sheriff on speaker.

“Hi boys. I was calling because I was hoping that you could make a trip up here to Sioux Falls. I think there’s something in town. Maybe a werewolf? I’m not really sure.”

Dean looked up at his brother. Things were pretty tense here, maybe a hunt would be a good thing, they could blow off a little steam. On the other hand, would being in the tight quarters of a hunt really be the best with Y/N being so angry at them?

Sam leaned forward and spoke to their friend, “Can we call you right back?”

“Sure thing.”

Sam disconnected the call and said, “We can’t leave Jody hanging, especially if she’s not sure what’s in town. We need to go give her a hand.”

Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, “I know, but I also know Y/N’s not going to give up a hunt and is that what we need right now?”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know man. I don’t think she’s coming out of that room to see us anytime soon. I’m not even sure why she’s still here. If I didn’t hear her sneak to the kitchen when she thought we were sleeping, I’d swear she already ran off.”

Dean agreed, “Yeah well, maybe a hunt is the only way to lure her out here.”

“Probably, but even if it does I don’t think she’s going to be willing to talk to us much. And certainly not about the fight.” Sam got up from the table, “Call Jody back, tell her we’re in. I’ll go try and tell Y/N.”

Sam stopped outside Y/N’s door. Him and Dean had both tried knocking before with no luck. Dean had even tried just walking in, but the door had been locked, which of course lead to him mumbling under his breath about removing that later.

Sam knocked once and like expected didn’t get a response. “Hey Y/N, a friend of Dean and I’s up north has some kind of monster problem in town. Maybe a werewolf? Point is she needs help and asked us to come asap. We’re going to go. I know we’re not your favorite people at the moment, but I didn’t know if you’d want to join us on the case?”

Sam stood there waiting for any sign that she’d heard them, but none came. Just as Sam was about to give up the door cracked open and Y/N’s head stuck out. “I’ll be ready in ten.”

Sam couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

The six- hour car ride was awkward to say the least. Y/N, still pissed at the guys certainly wasn’t going to say anything and the brothers opened their mouths multiple times, but always chickened out, too afraid of only making the situation worse.

Jody knew she was in for it when the siblings got out of the car. There wasn’t a smile to be seen. They guys tried to fake it when they greeted her, but she saw right threw it. This was going to be a long visit.

Jody smiled at the young woman in front of her. Sam and Dean had been kind enough to give her a heads up about the guest they’d be bring with them. She extended her hand to shake Y/N’s, “You must be Y/N, the boys have told me all about you. Jody Mills.”

Y/N shook the older woman’s hand, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Well, you all look tired. Why don’t you come in. I’ve got dinner and I can fill you in about the case.”

The hunt carried on for another few days. They concluded that it was definitely a werewolf, but tracking it was proving to be more difficult than they originally anticipated. Everyone was sitting at the table after dinner on the fourth night, frustrated that the monster was still on the loose killing people.

“There have been no signs of another attack,” Sam stated, “which would imply that it left town, but there hasn’t been anything in nearby towns either. It’s almost like this thing dropped off the face of the earth.”

“Well that clearly isn’t what happened,” Dean snarked back. Tensions were starting to run high in the house. Not only was the hunt not going well, but Y/N was still ignoring the boys. She gave them the silent treatment, speaking only when absolutely necessary about the case. Sam and Dean had tried to talk to her about Adam and the fight, but she managed to shut it down almost right away.

Nothing seemed to be going right this week.

Jody gave everyone a sympathetic smile, “It’s been a long day. We don’t we all turn in for the night. Maybe if we come back to it in the morning with a clear, well rested head we’ll have more luck.”

Sam nodded, “That sounds like a pretty good idea to me. Goodnight everyone.” Sam headed upstairs, with Dean following close behind.

Jody turned to Y/N, “Not tired?”

Y/N gave her a weak smile, “Exhausted.”

Jody reached out and patted her hand. She couldn’t imagine how hard this had all been on the young girl. From what the Winchesters had told her, Y/N had been through a lot, and their recent fight was still fresh, “Sweetheart, can I give you some motherly advice?”

Y/N looked up and Jody recognized a look of desperation in her eyes. This girl so desperately needed someone. Someone to turn to, someone to help her make sense of the life she’d ended up living. Jody doubted she’d had anyone like that since her mother died. Y/N had been alone most of the time, and while Sam and Dean had the potential to be those kind of people for her, it hadn’t worked out that way so far.

“I can’t begin to imagine what’s going on in your head right now. As I’m told life hasn’t been too easy for you, but you strike me as a strong girl. I haven’t known your brothers for too long, maybe three years, but I do know that family means everything to them and that they love you a lot.” Y/N sat back in her chair, pulling her hand away. Jody knew this was when she was going to start to lose Y/N, so she hurried on.

“I know that to you right now it probably doesn’t seem like it and you’re beyond confused about the whole thing. Nobody can blame you for that. But one thing that I can say about your brothers with a hundred percent certainty is that they truly do value family and you. The situation with Adam, well I don’t really have a solid explanation about that for you. That was extremely out of character for them and it is obvious that they feel a lot of guilt about it.”

“So I should just forget about it? Since they feel guilty it doesn’t matter at all?” Y/N didn’t mean to snap at Jody. She liked the sheriff enough, but that didn’t change the fact that she was sitting there defending Sam and Dean’s actions.

Jody reached out and took Y/N’s hand again, trying to be as comforting as possible. “Of course, you don’t have to just forget. My point is that those boys up there love and care about you a lot. They would never let what happened to Adam happen to you. I think that maybe you should consider giving them a fair shot. You can’t spend the rest of your life locked away in your bedroom. So are you ready to walk away from the only family you got left, because you’ve had almost a week and you haven’t yet. I think if you really wanted to totally cut them out of your life you would have done it already.”

Y/N wiped at the tears starting to form, “I don’t know Jody. Life’s so lonely on my own, but I don’t know how to possibly move on. I mean it’s hard to forgive them because they literally left my twin in hell. At the same time I don’t think I can trust them because I worry that they will do something similar to me. I know you said they love me and you don’t think they would, but if the choice came down to me or them I don’t feel so confident. They will always pick each other. They’ve done it before. Sam and Dean will do anything save each other, no matter the consequences. They don’t have that kind of loyalty to me and that kind of loyalty to each other could cost me. It cost Adam.”

At this point Y/N was full out crying, Jody pulled her in for a hug. “Ignoring them isn’t going to solve anything. If you don’t hear them out nothing will ever change. For better or worse. Listen to them. Hear their side of the story.”

By the next afternoon, it had become apparent that the monster had left town. Taking their chances, the siblings decided to head over to the next town to look for the werewolf. The boys said their goodbyes to Jody and started to pack up the impala. Y/N hugged the sheriff, “Thanks for taking such good care of us Jody.”

“Anytime, and you have my number now. Call me if you need anything. Whether you’re with your brothers or not.”

She pulled back and smiled, “Thanks Jody. I’ll remember that.”

By the time, Sam, Dean and Y/N arrived in town a couple had been killed. Encouraged that they seemed to finally be catching a break, the siblings headed to the morgue. The bodies had long claw marks down their torsos and both were missing their hearts.

“Definitely our wolf.”

The trio headed to the site of the last deaths. It was a clearing in the local park and since night had fallen the park was empty. They split up searching for clues.

Y/N kept her gun, loaded with silver bullets out in front of her, on the ready for anything. She stalked to the edge of the trees, looking for anything that might help them find their monster.

“Guys, I heard something over there.” Dean whispered, motioning his gun in the direction of the woods right in front of them. Y/N listened closely, but didn’t hear anything.

Sam slowly crept forward, gun raised and threw a stick at the nearest bush. A second later a bunny came hopping out. He rolled his eyes at Dean, his arm dropping to his side, “Good catch. I think the werewolf is long gone at this point.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, but nodded nonetheless, “I agree, he got his furry ass out of here after he killed that couple.”

The brothers turned to head back to the impala, Y/N a few steps behind them. As they were putting the trees behind them, Y/N swore she heard something. She turned and took a step forward again.

Suddenly, the werewolf came flying out of the bushes at Y/N. She yelped and tried to raise her gun, but it was knocked from her hand as the werewolf pushed her to the ground, landing on top of her. Y/N’s yelped grabbed the attention of her brothers who turned in time to see the monster leaping on top of their sister.

Y/N screamed as the werewolf’s claws carved through her stomach. Gun shots rang out across the park and the werewolf slumped, dead, next to Y/N’s body. Sam and Dean rushed over to her side, dropping into the grass next to her.

“Oh God,” Sam whispered at the sight of all the blood soaking through her shirt. Its claws had cut long and deep; she was quickly losing a lot of blood.

“We need to get her to a hospital now, Sammy.” Sam nodded at his older brother reaching out to carry her back to the car. Y/N cried out as he moved her body. The brothers ran back to the car. Dean hopped into the driver’s seat, starting the car instantly, while Sam crawled into the backseat cradling Y/N to him.

Dean pulled away as soon as the door closed behind Sam, engine reviving as he sped off.

Sam started to panic as Y/N’s eyes drooped close, “Just hold on Y/N, we’re going to get help okay? Dean going as fast as he can, but we need you to just stay awake.”

Sam tried to apply pressure to the cut to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working; if Dean didn’t get them there soon Y/N was going to bleed out in his arms.

“Drive faster Dean!”

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futuristicfoxbouquetme  asked:

"I could just choke you right now." For Chlonath or any ship(I teally don't care). Thanks!

“I could just choke you right now,” Chloe fumed, stomping into the room.

“You say the sweetest things, darling,” Nathaniel drawled without looking up from his tablet. “What have I possibly done now?”

“You…you…you told my father we’re married!”

He glanced up at her then. “Are we not married? I was pretty sure we’re married. I remember signing the papers and everything.” He looked around the living room. “We live here together and sleep in the same bed and eat most of our meals together and kiss, among other things.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Don’t you get smart with me, Red,” she hissed. “You weren’t supposed to tell!”

“Chloe, we’ve been married five months. I thought he knew by now. It wasn’t like I sought him out or anything. We happened upon each other and he asked how long we had been dating and I told him three years and now we’d been married five months,” he shrugged. “He seemed surprised but it wasn’t like upset surprised or anything,”

“Oh, he’s upset. He’s very upset.”

Nathaniel frowned. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t think…” He looked up at her then. “Are you upset?”

She sighed and slumped down beside him on the couch, curling up to him. “I didn’t tell him about us getting married because he never liked us dating because he’s a stuck-up old coot, but I guess I feel a little guilty because he’s my dad and I didn’t tell him about this massive, life-changing thing that happened to me.” She pressed her cheek into his shoulder. “And I’m so happy being married to you, so ridiculously happy, that I didn’t want to deal with that guilt.”

“Maybe we could…I don’t know, do dinner or something with him? He could see how happy you are and maybe you guys could patch things up?”


“Do you still want to choke me?” he grinned, poking her side.

“Don’t think you can cute your way out of this one, Red. I’m still upset.”

“Yeah but not really at me, right?” He poked her again, making her squirm.

“Cook me dinner, husband,” she demanded. “What do I keep you around for anyway?”

Nathaniel chuckled and stood, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “As you wish, my Queen.”

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bugheadsunshine  asked:

Hi! You're writing is amazing! I was wondering if you could write something based on this quote: "I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it." By Audrey Hepburn. It would probably work best being about Betty, maybe explaining to Juggie why she is so affectionate with him all the time or something like that. Thank you!

That’s a beautiful quote, and I’m happy to write this prompt, thankyou so much!

Betty held his hand almost all the time, whether she was happy, sad , nervous, angry, she always had a firm grip on his hand.

At first it had confused jughead, no one had ever wanted to be associated with him, let alone touching him at all times. But it was almost as if Betty needed to be touching him, like some twisted life line.

He didn’t mind, he thought it was endearing, and he couldn’t lie, he often had the sudden urge to hold her close when they were cuddled together in a booth at pops, all of their friends joking around and laughing beside them.

But the hand holding and the random hugs in the halls were nothing compared to when jughead and Betty were alone and in private.

More often than not he found himself wrapped underneath Betty’s long legs, her fingers running through his hair while he peppered kisses across her collar bone, enjoying the soft sighs she made.

If they were napping on the couch, Betty’s iPod playing soft jazz in the background, Betty would thread her fingers through his, placing their hands over her heart.

Jughead loved to kiss her more than he ever thought he could.

She was attentive and gentle, her affection shining through every soft peck.

After a long football game, jughead would wrap her up in her arms as soon as the game was over, she always ran to meet him, her tiny cheerleading skirt bouncing as she melted into him . Saying the same thing she said every time.

“Mmmm, my favorite place in the world”

One night, they were laying in the gross, staring up at the stars, hands connected when Betty spoke

“ I know I can be overbearing, I know I can be a little clingy, but I can’t help it, it’s just the way I am.”

Jughead was taken back by her confession

“What brought this on love?”

She sighed turning her head to make eye contact with him.

“Cheryl mentioned today, that I looked pretty needy hanging onto you like I do. I wish I could stop, but I just love you so much. I can’t help it.”

Sitting up and dragging her onto his lap

“I don’t ever want you to stop being affectionate towards me okay? I love you just the way you are, cuddliness and all. Cheryl is just jealous you’re not all over her, want me to have a talk with her?”

Betty shook her head burying her face in his neck

“No, I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion only yours.”

He smiled

“Good, how about we go upstairs and I show you just how affectionate I am.” Jughead wiggled his eyebrows, picking up the blonde and throwing her over his shoulder

Squealing Betty giggled as they made their way into the house.

And if jughead held their kisses a little bit longer than normal, at school the next morning, Betty didn’t mention it.