idk if this counts haha


Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist


I’m not saying this is a headcanon because I 100% believe if Dooku had his way he would have totally made Obi-wan his apprentice. HE WANTED HIM ON HIS SIDE.

I mean….there is evidence in EVERY MEDIA canon or not:

Obi-wan and Dooku’s relationship is so fascinating to me. I think it’s the fact that they are kind of connected together because of Qui-Gon Jinn. Wish we could have seem more of them interacting with each other!

Also, I really love the fact that both Dooku and Ventress are obsessed with Obi-wan…but who isn’t anyways ;p

Bears, Boxes and Broken Bones [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: could you please write a fix where the reader & Lin get more serious and the reader & readers daughter semi move into Lina bachelor pad and he finds it weird and then at the end of fic he realises he wants to make a family with reader???? Ish??? Idk??? :)

Word Count: 1,696

Warnings: broken wrist? is this a warning? haha other than that, none!

A/N: So, I changed the request just a tiny bit and made the reader’s daughter a 10-year-old, not a teenager (idk why, i think i like the idea of Lin interacting with kids). Also a huge shourout to mackie @protecting-my-legacy that helped me with this and got a little homage -sof’s injury-. Hope you feel better soon Mackie! So i guess that’s all the notes i have for this one, hope y’all like it! (PS: i am the worst with titles i hate this title but don’t let it define this fic lmao)

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“I think you should move in.” Lin’s voice is almost a whisper, but it wakes up from your half-asleep state.

You and Lin have been dating for almost a year, but for some reason he never mentioned you moving in or vice-versa, maybe that’s why it took you so much to comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time?” He says as he plays with your hair. Cuddling in bed with him and having nothing to worry about was always the start of an important conversation for the two of you: The first time this happened, you decided to introduce Lin to your daughter, Sofia. She was 10 and the result of your first marriage, a problematic relationship that didn’t last more than two years. You regretted many things about it, Sofia wasn’t one of them.

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 9)

A/N: Sorry this took longer than usual. I’ve really been working on requests!

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader (kind of)

Warnings: None, there’s some intimate angel stuff tho idk if that counts as a warning haha

Word Count: 1.7k

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You rested your head on the seat and closed your eyes, using your grace to block everything out. Blocking out Castiel from wandering into your mind. Blocking out the metallic smell of blood on your shirt. Blocking out thoughts of what was going to happen with you and Dean. Blocking out the fact that you didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt for what had happened between you and Cas. Blocking out that you didn’t feel guilty for suffocating Sam. Blocking out the fact that any sense of remorse you had was fading away, and that there was nothing that you could do about it.


You woke to the sound of the impala’s doors opening and closing. It was dark outside, which meant you must’ve been driving for hours. Everyone was silent as you got out of the car. You could still feel the tension in the air from earlier.

When closed the door behind you, Dean put his arm around you and brought you in for a deep, possessive kiss. You practically melted into him, even though you could tell this was his way of telling Castiel to back off. Especially when his hand slid down to your ass. But you could also feel his energy, something angelic that you weren’t quite used to. You returned the kiss. Dean still made your heart flutter, after all.

“Let’s go.” Castiel spat out from the other side of the impala. Sam looked over at him and shook his head, not wanting to get involved.

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anonymous asked:

Omg how many language can you speak ? I think german people are so fluent in language !

omg thank you ♥🙈

i can speak german, english, french, spanish, really basic korean (it should be much better after working in korea for 7 months but .. it’s really hard for me to learn it) and i started a russian course last month 🙈


adkgdflh we talked about water type maxie being a lifeguard and a part of babewatch and so I made more doodles. He would save people from the evil water and lecture them afterwards on how not to die.  Also he is tan, really fit for endurance,  and in his early 30′s.

Avengers Assemble (part 3/5)

A/N: Aaaand we’re halfway there!!! I’ll probably post the rest next week? Idk haha but anyways enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,373

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Part five

Your name: submit What is this?

“As soon as Loki took the Doctor we moved Jane Foster,” Coulson said showing Thor the screen of Jane on her whereabouts. You stood beside them, arms crossed over your chest as you peered at the screen. “We’ve got an excellent observatory in Tromso. She was asked to consult there very suddenly yesterday. Handsome fee, private plane, very remote. She’ll be safe.”

“Thank you.” Thor looked at the screen before looking at Coulson. “It’s no accident, Loki taking Erik Selvig. I dread what he plans for him once he’s done. Erik is a good man.”

You looked at Thor, seeing that he was genuinely worried for that Doctor.

“He talks about you a lot,” Coulson looked at Thor as he pushed himself up from the table, starting to walk. “You changed his life. You changed everything around here.”

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Request: Intrigue

Request: Hello! I love your page and I was just wondering if you could do an imagine of the reader being a newly innocent fallen angel and demon dean And Their relationship starts off mainly sexual but then they start to fall for each other. Maybe a serie? Idk haha ly :)

Word Count: 1,214

Thank you so much! I do have an idea for a second part but you might have to bear with me – after tonight, I’m gone until Monday the 16th! I’ve got the drabble games oneshots queued for each day I’m gone, but I won’t be here. Do let me know if you want a part two to this one, though!

The world is so different now. Colours, lights, smells, tastes, emotions and sensations flood you at every turn and you navigate the terrain clumsily, unaware of human customs and behaviours. After aeons of being a mere celestial presence, you’re thrown into a life of sleeping and eating and peeing. It’s all insanely weird, and you don’t think you’re ever going to get used to it.

You could say that falling from heaven has done a real number on you.

You’re walking down a street, hands tucked into your coat pockets and hood up to protect against the night’s chilled air. You step out into the road, only to be yanked back harshly just in time for a car to cone whizzing past, the wind it leaves blowing your hood back. You cry out in panic – you’ve always managed to steer clear of cars before now – and twist rapidly, trying to get a look at your saviour. All you see, however, is a shadow disappearing into an alleyway.

You quickly follow the shadow, wanting to thank whoever it was – you don’t want to owe your life to someone who you don’t even know. Not that you have much to give to thank them with but… you’ll do what you can. The alley is cold and slightly sticky underfoot and you find your shoes clicking against the old concrete as you follow what you think is the shadow’s path down past the doors, by the bins and-

A hand wraps around your arm and yanks you against the wall, pressing you there. A man stands before you, his forearm against your throat to stop you from moving.

“Why are you following me?” He hisses, his breath hot against your face. You blow hair out from your mouth, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I- I wanted to thank you,” You say softly, “For saving me.”

“I didn’t save you.” He says harshly, “I just didn’t want to deal with the trouble your death would cause.”

“Trouble?” You frown – how could the death of, what you are to him, a random bystander, cause trouble? “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”

With your words, a sardonic smile crosses his face and he blinks, revealing the deepest pits of onyx to you – you imagine that it’s like looking down into hell itself. The demon grins at your terrified reaction – you’re easy prey now, and you both know it. You begin to struggle against him, but he keeps you in place.

“Easy, angel,” He says, using it as a pet name, “I’m not going to kill you.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“No, sweetheart. You’re much too… special for that.” He enunciates gently, “Y/N, I know how much you’re struggling with humanity, and I can help you. You just have to trust me.”

“Why would I trust you?”

“So innocent.” He says softly, running a finger through your hair to separate a lock of it to twist it around his finger, “Y/N, I can teach you. I can show you what it means to live on earth.”

“But- but- angels and demons-“

“Aren’t supposed to mix? I know – rather poetic, don’t you think?”


“Y/N, wake up.” Dean whispers into your ear. You shift, waking from your slumber – it’s like being plunged into icy waters. You’re left bare in the bed, the sheets cocooning you and warming your body.

“Dean?” You murmur. He smiles slightly, handing you your clothes.

“Come on, we’re going out.” He says, standing up from the bed.

“Out? Where?” You ask. He shrugs.

“I don’t know. Take my car, go on a drive. My brother’s here, and if he finds me… it might not be pretty, put it that way. Quick, now.” He commands, and you follow what he says quickly, climbing out of bed, dressing, and letting him lead you into his car. You’ve never been inside a car before, which may be what makes this experience quite so novel for you.

You drive a little way, before backtracking and heading down a back country lane that looks (and feels) like it hasn’t been used in a decade. Dean drives you south of the town, out of the state and onto the wide, open road that seems so big and so long and so endless and so free.


“Mm?” He asks, bringing his attention away from the road to focus on you. You’re looking out the window, but you bring your inquisitive gaze to him at his reply.

You intrigue and fascinate him. He has, obviously, encountered fallen angels before, but they have all been marred by the scars of war. They all have a side in the heaven versus heaven match and all have their prejudices. You, however, are so naïve, so forgiving and trusting – there’s a part of him that doesn’t just want to use you for his own gain, as was the original plan, and instead really teach you about the world you’ve just crash landed in.

“Who decided which side of the rod you drive on?”

“I don’t know, it just is.” He says shortly, “Y/N, tell me something.”

“Anything.” You say genuinely, and he grins to himself.

“Why aren’t you involved in heaven’s wars? Surely all angels are soldiers – that’s what I was told.” He asks.

Well, you asked him a question. It’s only right that you answer his in return.

“Not all angels are needed in the field. I’m young, as angels go – younger than Castiel, your friend. For the most part, I was kept in training but they quickly realised that I was more suited to peaceful conditions. I was kept behind the scenes a lot more than other angels were.” You explain, “I… didn’t like the fighting.”

“There was a lot of that, I’ve gathered.”

“You have no idea. You have one brother, I have thousands.” You sigh, leaning back in the seat. He regards you curiously for a moment, contemplating probing you further – however, he decides against it and returns his attention to the road unfurling before him.


You’ve been with Dean Winchester for almost two months and you wouldn’t want human life any other way. The demon is ruthless and cruel, and he won’t hesitate to rip the heads off of anyone who so much as steps in his path, but you… he’s different when it comes to you. Sometimes, you get a peek of the man who lies underneath the shadows of all this darkness. You’d never tell him this, but you have a quiet faith that one day – soon, you like to hope – the shadow will be retracted and the morning light will dawn on the man once known as righteous.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear a shout as you wash off your face – he’s back early. You smile slightly, leaving the small bathroom.

“Dean, hey.” You smile, meeting him halfway across the room – he’s a little bloody, but no worse than you’ve seen him before. He presses a light kiss to your forehead and passes you, heading for the bathroom.

“Dean.” You stop him in his tracks, fear suddenly permeating your composure as he turns slowly.


“I’m sorry.” You whisper, flinching as Sam springs out from his spot behind the couch, dousing his brother in holy water and shoving a sack over his head.

a thought

it generally seems to be fanon™ that Charles doesn’t really like movies (or at least isn’t very interested in watching them) because for him they’re incredibly two-dimensional since he wouldn’t be able to sense the minds of the actors unless he was at a live theater

i like this headcanon since it would make sense and i’m not here to tear it down, but consider also Charles who isn’t really interested in watching movies at home for this reason but actually loves going out to see movies at the movie theater because then he can ride along with the minds of the crowd, rising and falling with anticipation or excitement or shock or sorrow or whatever other emotions the movie invokes in the viewers (maybe he specifically likes going to premiere days, to Erik’s unending chagrin, since the crowd’s emotions would be at an all-time high on opening night).

it’s a little bit of a telepathic grey area, since he’d technically be riding along with their emotions without their explicit consent, but the crowd could be unintentionally projecting all these strong emotions (again, why Charles likes premiere days) and i imagine Charles is of course powerful enough to be non-intrusive about it and not be reading anything beyond their surface thoughts regarding the movie they’re all watching - which would be easy enough, since they’re all in the theater for the explicit purpose of focusing only on the movie without any outside distractions (another reason it makes it hard for Charles to get into movies even if he’s watching them with other people at home - someone’s always thinking about something else or texting haha).

this probably means Charles isn’t really interested in watching a movie more than once, though, haha.