i would have this as a shirt any day

superfluouskeys  asked:

Iiii would like to request Day 6- Draw your OTP with one wearing a shirt that says: “If found return to ______.” and the other wearing a shirt that says: “I’m ______.” For any pairing that sings to you hahaha

“Won’t you take that headdress off?”

“I have to maintain those last bits of dignity.”

Send me OTP drawing prompts from this list!

Sudden Conversation In Public Sentence Starters

“Did that asshole just cut in line up there? Jeez.”
“So is it always this busy, or did I just pick a great day to come in?”
“–Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”
“I like your dress/shirt/hat/etc.!”
“Would it be okay if I change the channel? I wanna watch the game.”
“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”
“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”
“Are you done with that power outlet?”
“Excuse me. I think I’m lost. Could you tell me how to get to Main Street/other location?”
“Do you happen to have any spare change? I need it for the bus.”
“Could I borrow your cell phone? Mine just died and I need to make an urgent call.”
“Tough luck, buddy.”
“Sorry, I know this is awkward, but…this stall doesn’t have any toilet paper…”
“Hey, are you all right? You look upset.”

Love, Pain, & Sorrow (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Title: Love, Pain, & Sorrow

Summary: She was super excited to tell Dean her news, but some things change within a blink of an eye.

Warnings: Blood, angst, lost baby, hurt/comfort

A/N: I had posted the link to this story on here, but I realized that sometimes it’s annoying to be forced to go to AO3, so I decided to repost. I’m going to be doing that with a few stories that I have posted.

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I’m subbing in a middle school today. They’re having “Harry Potter Day,” and let me tell you. These second gen Harry Potter “fans” ain’t shit. I saw like 3 kids with magic marker scars and one girl with a Hogwarts t-shirt.

That is weak. If we’d had Harry Potter Day when I was in school, everyone would’ve been in full costume, shouting spells down the halls, and getting their wands/brooms/stuffed owls confiscated all day. These kids need to up their game.

I bet fine!stud Lexa wore skinny jeans and Converse in high school along with beanies and oversized sweaters/t-shirts. Like before she went through her studly evolution in/after college. And like she still has some of her old clothes and sometimes she’ll wear them when she’s having a casual day and Clarke can’t get over how hot she looks like, “Babe, I totally would have been your arm candy in high school. Please tell me you had a skateboard.” 

“Oh please… a longboard, Clarke. Not a skateboard.“

“Oohh I’m sorry. Maybe I wouldn’t have been badass enough for you and your longboard then…”

“There isn’t any universe in which you aren’t enough everything for me, Clarke.”

Clarke is speechless for a moment and her heart is in her throat because WHY DOES LEXA ALWAYS SAY SUCH PERFECT, BEAUTIFUL THINGS?!

“Here I am trying to hit on you like a teenager and you bring out a line like that? Not fair!”

Lexa looks thoughtful then reaches for Clarke’s hand, which Clarke gives her.

“Okay let’s be fair then!” Lexa tugs Clarke forward into her lap, making them both giggle as Lexa’s arms wind their way around Clarke and her hands come to rest on the blonde’s ass. “I haven’t been able to think properly all day with you walking around in these.” She gives Clarke’s butt a firm squeeze, indicating the too-short shorts she’s wearing. “High school me wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute.”

“What does it say about me that I take that as some sort of challenge?” Clarke smirks and grinds her hips with deliberate slowness into Lexa’s, their lips brushing as she speaks.

“That you’re going to ruin me and I’m going to love it?” Lexa supplies, chasing Clarke’s lips with her own and claiming them in a deep kiss, which Clarke returns fervently. 

Yeah, I think we would have done fine in high school. I mean we make out like horny teenagers now, so… Clarke thinks to herself with a satisfied grin as she sets to the task of accepting said challenge.

What it would be like to date Kim Miseok (xiumin);

**anonymous asker! thanks for your ask and i hope you like it and sorry for any errors or anything of the sort. (feel free to ask anything, anyone)**

- aeygo, so much aeygo

-has lots of cute animal shirts.
-he’s fearless
-definitely matching couple items

-man bun, serious man bun game

-you get jealous over his flawless hair after he took his hair out of the man bun
-marshmallows are a daily thing, with hot chocolate or your preferred drink.
-sleepovers with luhan
-having dedicated days to watch children’s films with blankets and snacks on the couch.
-he plays with your hair, like braiding it or just touching it.
-passionate and intense kisses
-batting his eyes at you when he wants something or he’s done something to upset you (you love his single lidded eyes)

-major eyeliner game.

-he’s overly excited over the littlest things around you or his members but in public, he’s usually quiet or shy.
-he’s neat.
-helps you with chores even though he has busy schedule.
-surprisingly an amazing cook.
-buys you lots of teddies because he secretly loves them too.
-Polaroids of you two on the wall, pieced together.
-reading together.
-you sit between his legs with your back against him and your head on his chest. He cuddles you with his arms wrapped around you protectively.
-talks in detail about his day and what he did, showing you the new choreography to the new song.
-sings to you (before bed, whenever he wants or when you ask him to)

-eyebrows on point

-winking at you (adorably or sexily)
-he raps to you because it’s his talent that’s rarely used.
-secret sassy side
-sexy dancing
-he loves everything about you and tells you that every day.
-dances to girls kpop music way to well.
- surprises you on a daily basis with flowers or little notes dotted about the house.
-gym sessions together (if you go to gym)
-large family dinners (with exo members)
-body waves/ rolls
-long strolls/ walks (winter sea)
-he lays on his side and cuddles into your side while your head rests on his arm when you go to sleep on a night.
-he loves the little mermaid and always sings the songs with total passion and hand movements.
-gives you a private show of playboy (dance and singing)
-doesn’t act like the oldest member of exo
(For further information of the hot AF cinnamon roll/ bun that is kim minseok please watch this link, it pretty much explains everything.)
Mobile: https://youtu.be/lumUhyNygDo
Computer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lumUhyNygDo

I Miss Flame Wars

In case you don’t know the term a “flame war” is a kind of really hostile debate where the parties call each other’s mom names and suggest that they perform anatomically impossible acts upon themselves. Think the YouTube comment section. Now, I was first introduced to flame wars back in the 80s on BBSs over a 2400 baud modem. If you remember those days and are a guy you probably had a feathered haircut, owned a “Members Only” jacket and popped the collar on your Polo shirt.

I digress. A flame war could be on any subject. Seriously. I could be as mundane a discussion over the merits of a particular dog breed. Then the tension would gradually ratchet up until the gloves were taken off and anything goes. Now, in those early days of the BBS and later Usenet if you just started ranting and raving you would be brushed off as a 12-year-old on the computer after his bedtime. No, in the glory days you had to have STYLE. You needed to be condescending, dismissive and sarcastic. You also had to actually debate the issue and tell your opponent to “read a book” and “get out of your mother’s basement”.

I actually enjoyed this as juvenile as it was. It was fun. It was like PvP in real life. Most of the guys, and it was always guys in those days, were pretty smart. In those days not every 10-year-old had a computer. Before the web, you had to have a little sophistication to use the computer unless you wanted to be stuck in AOL land. Anyway, it was all in good fun at least most of the time. 

I have occasionally gone incognito and gotten into it with the guys over at Reddit. I’d take a really unpopular position and see what I could stir up. You know to go into an evolution thread and post something like “there are no transitional fossils so evolution is false” or “evolution is only a theory”. I also used to get into it with the atheists not because I have anything against atheism but because they were notoriously thin-skinned and spoiling for a fight.

Childish. Fun, but definitely childish.

anonymous asked:

Any ideas what the gang would have worn or did for Dennis and Dee day?

ok so on dennis day they definitely wore long sleeved collared and probably checked shirts along with jeans. and well, in mac day it’s mentioned that they tied ropes for some ambiguously nefarious purpose on dennis day.. but in addition to that i think dennis would have taken them all to visit a cat sanctuary bc gee that boy sure loved agent jack bauer! and then they finish the day by going back to dennis and mac’s apartment and marathoning old 70s and 80s concert videos from the likes of david bowie, with dennis making sure to give the gang a running commentary throughout 

the gang all wear their interpretation of a casually feminine outfit on dee day; charlie and frank especially look like even bigger messes than usual, whilst dennis goes all out and actually looks pretty great in mac’s opinion at least.. meanwhile mac’s vague attempt at femininity manifests itself in a slightly pink sleeveless top. first on the dee day to do list is for them all to just completely leave her alone; she makes them take a very long and very boring driver safety course whilst she relaxes at her miraculously quiet apartment. towards the end of the day, she takes them to a local comedy club and makes each of them one by one perform stand up without any preparation and ofc they all fail and bomb and dee has an absolute hoot watching it all unfold 

Anon requested: Can you write something about little kids Dean and Cas? I don’t have any ideas I just would like one and I hope you have an idea.

Mary Winchester hummed to herself as she worked in her garden. She was adding a new place for the flowers that Dean had bought her Mother’s Day.

She smiled as she remembered the look of pride on his little face when he announced that he had bought them himself with the allowance that he had saved.

John gave her a diamond necklace that she quickly tucked under her shirt away from Sammy’s grabby hands. Hands that John had dipped in paint, along with Dean’s to make a card for her. It had been her best Mother’s Day by far.

A little tug at her sleeve caused Mary to pause in her digging. She looked back, expecting Dean, but instead came face to face with Castiel Novak.

The Novak’s had moved in next door a little over a year ago an Dean and Castiel became fast friends. Cas was a sweetheart and Mary loved him to bits. He was holding a little card in his hands.

“Hey Cas,” She said, wiping her hands. “What can I do for you, honey?”

“I made you this,” Cas said, thrusting his hand out. Mary smiled and removed her gloves to take the card.

“Thank you, Cas.” Before she could move to open it, Cas wrapped his tiny arms around her waist and hugged her tight, then ran back across the yard to his own house.

Confused, Mary looked down at the front of the card and read the sweet, misspelled, ‘Hapy Muthers Day’ in the six year olds handwriting. She smiled and opened the card.

Inside, there was a drawing that she assumed was of her with a messy heart around it. On the other side were the words “thank you for being my mommy.”

Mary’s chest tightened and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that Castiel had done this or the effect that she had on him. She quickly took it inside and put it in the drawer with her other gifts.

The next time Cas was over she held him tightly for a few minutes too long and kissed his forehead.


Thirteen years later, Mary watched Dean kiss Castiel in the living room before they left for graduation.

“I’ll be right back,” She heard Cas say, as he tugged his hand away from Dean’s.

She turned back to the sink, pretending to be washing dishes when Cas walked in.


“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I just wanted to thank you. For everything. You raised me more than my own mother ever did.”

“Well, you were here all the time,” Cas smiled and ducked his head. “I love you, Castiel. I was happy to take care of you.”

“Dean and I got you something,” He said. Dean appeared in the doorway with a jewelry box in his hands.

“Thank you, Mom,” He said, kissing her cheek and putting the box in her hands.

“You boys didn’t have to get me anything.”

“We wanted to,” Cas said. “Open it.”

Mary gasped when she opened the box and found a diamond bracelet inside.

“It matches your necklace,” Dean said. “We thought–”

He was cut off when Mary pulled them both in for a tight hug.

“I love it. Thank you, boys.”

“Let me help you,” Dean said, taking the bracelet and clasping it around her wrist.

“It’s beautiful.”

“We should get going,” Dean said. He kissed her cheek again and took Cas’s hand.

A strong arm slipped around Mary’s shoulders as they walked out the door. She leaned against John’s chest and he kissed her hair.

“We did good,” He said.

“Yeah. We did.”

Imagine if for each of the raptors birthdays Owen would get them a treat or a toy to mess around with and rip to shreds.

For Blue he got her a free pas to hunting in the forest for a day “in the fenced off area Owen-”
“Yeah yeah I know”

Charlie received any and all unique things he could find that peaked her higher avian interest
“That’s a poptart wrapper-”
“But she loves it.”

Delta would get a whole container full of meat to munch on all day.
“Is that deer meat-”
“It’s not even native to the island-”
“Neither is she.”

And Echo would just be walked around and she’d randomly just stare at things and make noises so Owen would buy them for her.
“Why does she have shirts.”
“She wanted them.”
“She can’t wear them-”

Mother and Father //Part 2

I got so many requests for a part two to Mother and Father, so as you wish, here it is! Hope you guys enjoy it!

I hardly spoke the rest of that day.

What had gotten into Peter? Why was he so mad about what happened?

I thought through all the possibilities. Maybe he didn’t like the idea of romance on the island? Maybe Peter didn’t want Felix to have any distractions?

But none of that lined up. Nothing would have made Peter as angry as he was.

I felt a tug at my shirt and looked down to find one of the younger boys, Gabe, staring up at me with curious eyes.

“Is Felix okay, Y/N?” He asked worriedly. I smiled and bent down to his level.

“Felix is going to be fine. He just needs some time for his shoulder to heal up.” I reassured him. He shook his head at this answer.

“No, no, not his arm! He didn’t eat his lunch and he didn’t come out for dinner.” Gabe explained. “We haven’t seen him since the accident.” He pouted.

He was right. Felix hadn’t come out at all after his encounter with Peter.

I looked around to make sure Peter was out before I made a plate of food for Felix.

I stared at his tent, contemplating whether or not I should even go in.

I took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage in me before stepping in.

He was laying in his cot, his back facing me.

His calm breaths lead me to assume he was asleep, so, I set the plate down and quietly walked over to the cot. I sat down and carefully moved him by his shoulder onto his back.

I gasped at the dark bruise resting on his cheek.

This was my fault, Peter was mad because he kissed me. I should’ve just left as soon as I finished stitching him up.

I reached out and carefully stroked the damaged cheek.

His eyes opened immediately, as if he’d never been asleep.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He grumbled, attempting to sound stern, but it came out softly.

“Why did he hit you?” I asked immediately. I wanted answers now and Felix was the only one who had them.

He stayed silent, his eyes shutting for a bit. Sighing, he gently grabbed my wrist and took my hand away from his bruised face, his hand lingering on mine for a moment before he let it go.

He sat up and threw on his cloak. He began walking out once he grabbed his club.

“Hey! I was talking to you!” I shouted as I followed quickly after him.

He continued to walk into the woods, ignoring me completely. I struggled to keep up with his long strides. Why did his legs have to be so damn long?

“Felix!” I screamed once again.

He turned abruptly on his heel and glared down at me, his face cold and hard as he slammed me into a nearby tree. His hot breath blew rapidly onto my face, his face now inches from mine.

“What? What do you want, Y/N?!” He shouted, his captivating grey eyes boring into mine. His breathing slowed down a bit, his eyes softening as he saw my frightened face.

“You’re.. You’re making this harder than it has to be.” He admitted and shut his eyes, pressing his forehead softly to mine.

“Making what harder? What did Peter do to you?” I demanded, my voice quiet and shaky.

He held my face in his hands and, desperately, his lips found mine. He kissed me as if he was scared he’d never be able to again. Slowly, he forced himself to pull away from me.

“He’s angry. He wants you, Y/N. Pan’s possessive, and if he wants you then he’s going to get you because Pan. Never. Fails.” He explained angrily.

“And if Pan wants you,” he began again after a minute of silence, his voice wavering. “I have to respect his orders.”

Looking down to our feet, he sighed shakily.

“So, I can’t have you.” He finished, pushing himself off of the tree and grabbing his club that he’d left on the floor.

He gave me one last heartbreaking glance before walking further into the woods, but this time I didn’t follow him, and I didn’t shout his name. I stood there, wondering what kind of a person Peter really was, and what he’d done to gain so much power over Felix.

• • • • • • •

“Pan!” I shouted as I marched back to camp.

He was sat on a log in front of the fire playing his pipe as he watched the boys dance around wildly.

His head whipped in my direction, never before having heard me this angry. He stood up and made his way over to me.

“So I’m just ‘Pan’ now?” He chuckled, but the glare on my face told him I was in no laughing mood. “What’s got you all fired up?”

Oh, if looks could kill.

“You.” I growled.

His eyes widened at my tone.

“What’ve I done?” He questioned innocently, raising his brow in a way that made me want to smack him straight across his pretty face.

“You shouldn’t have hurt Felix just because of your petty jealousy. He’s been nothing but loyal to you, and he deserves some happiness in his life. You didn’t get what you wanted, so what? Grow up.” I spat.

He laughed, but his eyes held something far from amusement.

“Grow up? You want me to grow up, Y/N?” His smile dropped as he stared at me with dark eyes. “Don’t you know, darling? This is Neverland. You never grow up.”

He began to walk around me, like a lion circling his prey.

“As for Felix, well, he took something that belonged to me, he had to be put in his place.” Peter explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I smacked him.

“I’m not an item, Pan, and I’m certainly not yours! You think you’re all tough because you own this place, but in all reality you’re a coward. You’re just a cowardly boy who felt the need to use his power on someone you knew couldn’t fight back. Someone who’s been by your side through everything and would lay down his life for you, but you let your petty feelings get in the way of that. Felix has been bruised, scarred, and nearly killed all in your name, and you felt the need to dim the one bit of happiness he could’ve had. You know, you might have saved him from whatever kind of life he had before this, but here, he’s no less lost.” I spat, tears forming in my eyes.

I turned on my heel and ran toward my tent, the boys all watching in silence.

• • • • • •

I laid in my cot for God knows how long, and the sun had long before set.

I was going to get it from Peter. I don’t think anyone had ever talked back to him like that. I was just surprised he hadn’t come to collect me sooner.

I didn’t think much of my punishment though, I was much too worried about Felix. He had thick skin, but I knew Pan had gotten under it. He seemed strong and stable, but I saw the hopelessness in his eyes back when we were in the woods.

I heard someone step into my tent. Knowing it was Peter, I closed my eyes and hoped he would think I was asleep.

His hand rested on my shoulder, and to my surprise, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

“I know you’re not asleep, Y/N.” Felix’s monotonous voice said.

My eyes shot open and I sat up in my cot.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered in fear Peter would hear us. “Peter’s going to be angry you-” he placed his hand over my mouth.

“Hush, it’s fine. We’re fine.” He soothed. “Something happened, he’s thinking differently. I don’t understand it, but he told me if you made me happy then he wasn’t going to get in the way of it.” He explained.

I struck a chord in Peter.

Guilt washed over me as I wondered if I’d really hurt his feelings.

Felix gently grabbed my face in his large hands.

“Why do you look so sad? This is good, this is what we wanted,” he smiled, but it faltered when he saw I didn’t return it. “This is what you wanted, right?”

I smiled, kissing him gently.

“Of course it is, but.. I have to fix something first.” I said as I stood up, pulling my shoes on and heading outside.

• • • • • • •

The boys told me Peter had been in his tent the majority of the night after our dispute.

When I went in I found him on his cot, absentmindedly sharpening one of his arrows.

He looked up at me and I winced as I saw the red mark on his cheek.

“Is this important? I thought I told you no one was to step foot in my tent.” He grumbled, going back to his arrow.

I sat down next to him and I felt him stiffen.

“Thank you, Peter,” I said quietly. “I was wrong about you.”

He looked confused for a moment.

“You’re not a coward, you’re a boy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings.” I explained. I chuckled a bit. “You truly are a lost boy.”

He looked down, placing his arrow on the ground and looking up to meet my gaze once again.

“Don’t think because you had the audacity to disrespect me as you did that things will always go your way because I can assure you this is the last time.” He said, his voice wanting to be stern and hard, but it came out softer than he wished.

I smiled, leaning over and kissing his cheek. His eyes widened at the sudden contact.

“Of course not,” I laughed. “Peter Pan never fails.”

thinking of you | part one

part two

calum + reader

word count: 1220

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summary: you break up with calum for his sake


When I woke up that morning, I was expecting to see Calum lying in bed next to me. Sitting up, I looked over and was disappointed to find an empty space where he should have been.

It was just like when he was on tour. But he wasn’t. He was home finally and he was supposed to be in bed.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I stood up and headed downstairs in one of Calum’s shirts.

“..yeah I’ll be right there. I’m leaving now.” I heard Calum’s voice coming from the hallway where he stood by the front door, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled on his boots.

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jonasarmstrongfangirl  asked:

Hello Zero. I was wondering if you thought Tom's comments about the I ❤ TS t-shirt have any truth to them. I suffer from severe Eczema & find it very difficult to believe. I never cover up any kind of graze. I let the air get to it. I'd love to know your take on it.

I think it’s the stupidest lie possible. First, it was skin tight and if anything would have irritated a “graze”. Second, he was photographed in no less than 3 different shirts that day and is asking us to believe he didn’t have his own shirt to put on. Third, his claim that the photos of it were taken “without consent and out of context” is utter horseshit as he POSED for pics for the HIRED PAP. Fourth, TS attempted a hilarious fail piggyback ride which would have and should have hurt his boo boo, yet no reaction. I could go on but that’s probably enough. I guess he (and his PR and her PR) think we are all as dumb as her fans are and would believe a garbage story like that. The defense rests.

Plums and Innocence : Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Originally posted by anttonystark

Author’s Note: I hate myself. I had too many ideas for this but I chose this route to take. I also decided not to use Romanian simply because I had no plans on doing this and I wouldn’t want translations to be incorrect.

(Who knew a fruit could make me cry.)

@missnerdiness (I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY)

Obviously, please don’t read if you haven’t seen Civil War yet, this does contain spoilers!

Word Count: 1,815

He wasn’t as scary as the whole world presumed he to be.

No, he was kind and generous with everyone he met. Not once showing any sign of anger nor distaste in the locals.

You recognized him from the start.

It was one of the hottest days in Bucharest, you would have been a fool to wear anything heavily than a tee and some shorts.

But no, this man was dressed the whole nine yards. The long sleeved shirt, dark denim, the baseball cap made sense, though it was the gloves that gave it away.

You should have been scared, you should have shouted for help or for someone to stop this man. Yet you didn’t, you studied his face while he perused through your the vast collection of fruits.

His eyebrows would scrunch together when looking at the weirdly shaped foods.

“Everything was so bland…” He whispered.

He expected no one would have heard him until you started to laugh. His eyes shot right to you as you tried to stifle your chuckles.

You calmed yourself before pointing down to a small section of fruits, “These are very sweet, the skin may be tart but it is worth it.”

His eyes never left yours, you could see him continuously watch as you grabbed the purple fruit.

“What are they?” His voice was quiet, as if he was a bit nervous to use it.

“They are plums, very delicious if you ask me, a lot of benefits too.” You bagged them and handed it to him. “Here you go, they are on the house.”

He eyed the bag, clearly not understanding as to why you were just giving them to him. “Are you sure?”

You nodded your head and thrusted the bag to him, “Yes, I am sure, please enjoy them.”

The small smile on his face could light up the darkest of times when he grabbed the clear bag from you. He nodded his head in thanks and left your stand.

It was routine now, him coming everyday to get his plums and what other food he felt like trying, and you coaxing him more and more out of his shell.

You figured with a life he had, he deserved any kindness that you could bestow on him. He deserved to not fear the living world nor the inhabitants in it.

As the days got colder, you would begin to cherish the added time you and him would spend at your stand. He was able to bundle up more without anyone batting an eye at him.

He arrived right on schedule to your humble stand. You watched affectionately when he began to pick his plums.

Not realizing how long you were gazing, his voice broke you out of your trance, “Just these three, please.”

“Of course, do you need anything else?” You asked as you delicately placed the fruit into a bag. He shook his head as he brought out his wallet. Quick to stop him you held out your hand, “No, they are always on the house for you.”

He chuckled as he continued to pull out his money, “I would like to pay for them this time, I insist.”

You knew this was a war you were not going to win. Begrudgingly you put out your hand as he placed the currency into your palm.

“Thank you.” He looked up at you, his stormy blue eyes made your heart race as you clutched onto the money.

Before turning to put away the money, you could see his demeanor change defensively. He turned to look across the street to see the newsstand, the man running it eyed him cautiously. You were going to question him if he was okay, but stopping your plans came in form of another customer.

Neither you nor him could exchange goodbyes before he made his way across the street.

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anonymous asked:

I know there's a theory that the Beth Flash Intro is getting faster because she's getting closer. Sometimes I wonder if the ep she comes back will not have the flash at all because she will be here.

I have wondered that too. It would make sense, as the opening credits update with the storylines (like Steven’s title card being removed after 7x01). On the other hand, the flash was there before Beth “died”, including in Slabtown and Coda’s opening credits.

I do think the flash is becoming brighter/more noticeable to an extent. I record the flash when a new episode airs, as well as take a screenshot, and the figures seem more distinct in the last few episodes. For example, I could clearly see the figure in the black T-shirt this time, plain as day without any gifs or frame-by-frame analysis. You can read more about the flash here: X.

Ugh || Open

Dami landed into her office after a long day. Her wings felt the weight of flying around searching and registering werewolves and animagi. She transformed and sluggishly went to get dressed. Each movement felt like it took a century to accomplish.

Knock. Knock. Damia heaved a sigh as she pulled a button down shirt over her shoulders. Knock. Knock. Damia’s bare feet stomped toward the door. “What?” The exasperated woman threw the door open to see who in the world would be at her office. She was sure she didn’t have any appointments. She paused to look down and pulled her unbuttoned shirt closed. “Can I help you?”

Originally posted by marsinvestigations


“Shh,” you cooed with a smile, picking up the squirming baby and holding him tightly to your chest. “You don’t wanna wake Daddy, do you, Sammy? He’s had a tiring day…”

Sammy kept crying and fussing, however, oblivious to your words as any other four-month old would. He clutched at your shirt and pulled tightly, his button nose wrinkling as he wailed, and you couldn’t help to sigh.

“Shh, shh,” you repeated quietly, swaying him slightly. “How do I have to bribe you, Sammy? With a song? You want a song, sweetie?” 

You took Sam’s cries softening as a yes. Smiling again, you started pacing in the nursery, blissfully unaware of the figure in a bathrobe that was now standing by the door. 

“Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it’s all right…”

Dean leaned against the frame of the door as you sang, crossing his arms over his chest and watching you quietly. It wasn’t until Sammy finally became silent that he noticed the way his vision had blurred slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as he came to realize just how lucky he was.


Being Jax’s secret girlfriend would include:

Author: Johannah

Originally posted by berniecrane

✦ Him driving to your house at night to see you
✧ Pulling him inside and him pushing you up against the wall and kissing you the second the door shut
✦ “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. I love you so god damn much.”
✧ Getting cute or flirty texts from him in the day
✦ You getting frustrated you can’t leave any marks on him when you have sec, but he leaves plenty on you in return
✧ Him giving you his bullet necklace which you wear under your shirt every day; close to your heart
✦ Dreaming of the day you can finally tell the world he is yours
✧ Getting angry when you see other girls throwing themselves at him
✦ Him making it up to you whenever you next see him
Jax: I love you, baby. Nobody else. I promise, you’re the only girl I think of.
✧ Tracing his tattoos with your finger as you lie in bed together after sex
✦ Calling him late at night before you go to sleep

lmao lms if you want to join the “I ♥ Mya so much and would do anything for her” club. Upon joining you get a free I ♥ M(N)ya t-shirt + you get to tell mya you love her and you get to hug her.

Also, does this count as a callout post for how much I love Mya??? Because I love you, Mya @righteoustold.