it's still yet to be topped

Call-out post for Wolverine because he’s fake af
  • Is a “loner” and yet he’s been a member of like 37 different teams, had MULTIPLE teenage sidekicks, is friends with like everyone , including many of his enemies
  • Drinks a lot of beer, but its only a metaphor bc his healing factor prevents him from getting drunk,,,,, 
  • pretends to be cool, but is actually a weeb
  • licked cyclops’s face…but not in a gay way
  • wakes up early every morning to style his hair like that…
  • and u know he only does his hair like that to make his short ass seem slightly taller
  • his name isnt even Logan! He stole that name!
  • its actually james… u can see why he changed it
  • is canadian but never sorry??
  • speaks like 12 languages, yet still uses ‘bub’ unironically
  • thats not how claws work
  • kills people and then lectures everyone else about not killing… shut up logan ur not that cute
  • why are there 0 fanfictions about the time he was a vampire i hate this fandom
  • most of his costumes are just the same things with slight variations… lazy
  • his hair always just grows back instantly when he heals so like… how does he shave
  • just kidding i love him
  •  \\^~^///      this is him but its only the top of his head because hes so short
☠️The Death of the Moon Signs☠️

Is the day that….

Aries Moon: You have to retain yourself and you’ve lost full reign over your life. Instead of being taken seriously, you’re ignored like a whining child. No one gives you the time of day, and no one can enjoy the spontaneous love your Aries Moon creates when you forge down these dangerous and exciting new paths.

Taurus Moon: Boundaries are pushed and suddenly you have to sacrifice something. Even your comfort foods can’t lift you’re moods because all this turbulence has you exhausted. Home is nowhere to be found, and without familiarity Taurus Moon is stumbling blindly in the dark.

Gemini Moon: You can’t get your point across and everyone you talk to is a brick wall. Nothing you say bounces back or even sticks, leading to a complete writers block on your feelings. Your wordsmith Gemini Moon is left at a loss for words, and all processing power is too fried to try to even think of feeling.

Cancer Moon: The tides around you have swelled to the bursting point, and no body is relenting. You’re sure you have enough on your plate already, but you’re still dragged in the middle. Now your Cancer Moon is compelled to shape entire oceans of the emotions around you, leaving you a little seasick of life.

Leo Moon: Everyone is whizzing by too quickly to notice the love around them, that burning passion you too can share. You’re screaming into an empty sky with howling winds that threaten your sacred flame. You no longer know yourself, and even that Leo Moon has forgotten its own light when it’s so cloudy out.

Virgo Moon: You can’t do anything right. You’ve never felt more clumsy, and that’s never made you feel more useless. You can’t keep up damage control for anything. Your Virgo Moon is playing that same old broken record, chanting that your feelings mean nothing if you can’t take care of them too.

Libra Moon: You are abandoned, all by your lonesome, in a cold, unfamiliar place. There’s no one to understand where you’re coming from and no way to get where you want to go. The mirror of your Libra Moon has cracked the contrast between you and others, fragmented your compassion into a kaleidoscope of isolation.

Scorpio Moon: You were right- someone wasn’t worthy of your heavy love and you have to uproot your entire being once again. You can feel your walls being reinforced after all that hard work to break them down. Your venom is purged on offenders, stripping them to the bone, and your Scorpio Moon has begun yet another one of its viciously consuming rebirths.

Sagittarius Moon: Complete stagnation has taken hold. Your passions are capped by the monotonous responsibilities of the “real” world. All you want to do is run away to the woods for some fresh air for a few days; your Sag Moon needs to get the hell out of here and see what the world has to offer them.

Capricorn Moon: Your goal is miles away and your muscles are starting to give out. The climb ahead is practically 90 degrees and you still can’t see the top. It could be inches taller, miles even. Regardless, all you know is that you have to surmount this. The pressure your Cap Moon exerts is most taxing on the you who owns it.

Aquarius Moon: Reality has eaten your eccentricity. Everything that was so luminous before have somehow dulled their glow and the suddenly the darkness of space is swallowing you whole. That Aqua Moon of yours has boxed up everyone and everything it knows and you’re lost in the labyrinth of the storage unit in your heart.

Pisces Moon: Your sorrows have never seem heavier and a single blow brings you crashing down. The oblong tower you had enshrined to your feelings became too weathered and can’t maintain. Now the blissful wave your Pisces Moon has been cruising on has come crashing to the shore.

lokihiddleston  asked:

Hey, where I can find your effect stars (gif) with your edit here => /post/153925981468/defenders-smoke-bomb-photography

@cpn-america also asked me something similar, so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and make a tutorial! 

how to make something like this:

or this:

you will need:

  • photoshop cs6 (or cs5)
  • a basic knowledge of said program
  • the top gif from this post (this is where you get the sparkly effect, so just drag it onto your desktop)

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some gorillaz headcanons
  • 2d was a teenager during the 90s which means that he knows all the lyrics to all the quintessential 90s songs. when noodle was little they would blast backstreet boys and nsync throughout kong studios and dramatically sing along and jump on the couch pretending to put on concerts. it helped get noodle used to performing and also taught her how to pronounce words in english. even now as an adult noodle will start playing i want it that way on the home speaker system and 2d will show up in the doorway twenty seconds later dramatically screeching “TELL ME WHY AIN’T NOTHING BUT A HEAAAARTACHE.” they both go OFF and have accidentally broken multiple items because they were jamming out so hard.
  • murdoc is half mexican from his mom’s side. it’s part of the reason he went to mexico after phase 1 and why he can speak spanish. he learned rudimentary spanish from visiting his mom in the sanatorium as a little kid, but since he couldn’t visit her much and she died when he was about 11 or 12 he had to teach himself the rest of the language in his 20s.

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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creideamhgradochas  asked:

Could you do 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’" from the 101 Fluffy prompts with Bucky please?

Why of course I can!!! And I am so fucking sorry this took a century and a half to post. I’m a horrible person. xxx

Originally posted by gliceria

Home Sweet Nerf Gun

Bucky came home to see an offensively bright, neon pink and orange nerf gun on the front porch. Just laying there all innocently on the doormat (the doormat says ‘Welcome! Beware of husband, cat is shady, wife is cool though’). With a curious grin he climbs the three porch steps and halts before the gun that has a small torn piece of scratch paper perched on top of it. It reads in your familiar script: Here is your weapon, I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good fucking luck xo.

Bucky right out cackles when he sees your P.S - ‘p.s you should not have taught me how to snipe baby’

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Happy Earth Day, friends!

Whether we like it or not, we all carry the fate of our planet on our backs.  Please be nice to our only home!

I haven’t dropped the ball yet, have I?

I still have time to right this ball?

Making sure the globe doesn’t crash is hard work!

Even harder when I’m moving!

(Remember when I was tiny enough to sit on top of this same globe?)

Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them!

Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun!

I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner.

We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine.

We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly.

I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready.

I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table.

I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it.

As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.  

I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down.

“Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

#238: You Cuddle After Sex


Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here


”Isn’t this lovely?” He asked silently and looked up at the night clouds, stars poking out if you looked closely. You looked up from his chest to stare at him, his fingers lightly dancing over the skin of your spine and slowly formed goosebumps on your arms. “What? The view or you?” You teasingly questioned and shut your eyes just for a brief moment, feeling his chest vibrate in chuckles. You still had your eyes closed but you could tell his smile was growing, shaking his head with a deep blush coming to his cheeks. The wind was cod against his bare shoulders and he could hear the ocean loud from below the balcony but otherwise than that everything was quiet. Your nude bodies were heating each other up below the towel that was wet from the swim, feeling how everything felt so peacefully, the sounds of palm trees brushing their leaves by the wind. “Both,” He agreed, making you look up at him from his chest. “Both the view and you are fantastically lovely.” Shaking your head by his cheesiness you focused back on the navy blue ocean, feeling how your stomach was erupting with a million butterflies.


“You know I can already feel tomorrow morning I won’t be able to walk properly.” Your words came out innocent but the way Calum was looking down at you told various other emotions. He was having a wide smirk growing on his face along with his eyebrows wiggling, he didn’t have to say anything to let you know the many different things that were going through his mind at once. “Was it really that bad? You sounded so different during the process.” He laughed more quietly to himself than you, watching you turn around so your stomach was resting on the mattress but your cheek was still pressed against his arm. He was having that smile on his face that told he was so comfortable and by one glance down at the sheets that was barely covering his lower parts you couldn’t stop yourself from hiding your giggling face. “Stop…” He requested sternly but still with softness in his tone and you furrowed your eyebrows confused but continued to make the same face. “Stop being so insanely cute.” He whispered and lowered his lips to your bare shoulder, giving a gentle kiss. “It drives me nuts.”


“I think that must have been our record.” He breathlessly said once he had finally calmed down from his heart beating twice its rhythm, his back pressed against the mattress with your head on top of his shoulders. The sheets were messily scattered by the half part of the bed but even if you had disagreed and said it would be too hot Michael had still decided to throw it over your nude bodies just for the coziness. “I can’t believe you’re counting.” You laughed and felt how your eyes followed the lines on the ceiling, your heart beating so harshly you could almost feel it in your chest. “I can’t believe you haven’t cuddled me yet.” “That’s because we’re both sweaty and hot.” A dry laugh came from his lips by your words and he leaned down effortlessly to  grab you by the hips and pull you on top of his glistering chest. “That’s nonsense.” He laughed in disagreement and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you as close as possible and allowed you both to feel how hard your hearts were pounding. “Naked cuddles are my favourite kind of cuddles. There’s no way we’re letting that thing out.”


“We’re never getting out of this bed I’m too comfortable.” He hummed into your ear ever so carefully, yet his words left goosebumps erupt on both your arms that were closely wrapped up in his. His bare chest was breathing heavily against your back, your legs intertwined and a satisfied smile came to his face once he lightly ghosted his hand over your butt. “And this isn’t always I get the chance to touch this without any fabric.” You rolled your eyes by his words and turned around to look at him, his messy sex hair sticking to every direction possible but that didn’t make him less cute than he already was. “We should go shower.” You mentioned, the smell of sweat wouldn’t leave the bedroom and if it was coming from someone it was definitely coming from Ashton. He shook his head in disagreement and placed his head back on top of your bare chest, his hand coming down to rub your skin once again just because he actually could do it. “Can’t, your butt and I have a special meeting in our bed.” He giggled and opened his tired eyes to look at you, giving your butt a small smack.


Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 886

Genre: Implied Smut

Summary:  Bangtan won Top Social Artist and Jungkook tells you how excited he is to celebrate the win

Note: I watched the BBMAs with my friends (It streamed 6AM here where I’m from and I had to go to her house, my dedication did not waver at all) And said friend has a thing for Jungkook (her bias) and parties so here! you! are! CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR WONDERFUL BOYS! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE PROUD <3

Originally posted by jeon-jungshooks

The music was blaring all throughout the venue you found yourself in. The vast room filled from corner to corner with big names in the American music industry and you tried desperately not to lose any of the boys in the sea of people.  The dress that Namjoon’s personal stylist had thrown on you clung too tightly to your body and to say that you were uncomfortable was an understatement. Of course, you knew that you had to leave an impression, show the western world that Bangtan was just as deserving as anyone else to be here; even though your addition was just a little bit questionable, you didn’t protest. You weren’t important enough to change wardrobes like Vanessa Hudgens and you weren’t ignored enough to change into something more comfortable by the time the awards’ show had finished.

You just had to deal with your situation.

You didn’t mind it at first, but as people began to disperse from the arena, you found Jungkook’s warm hand find rest on the small of your back; surprising you and sending shivers up and down your spine, trying not to shiver visibly.

But that didn’t mean that Jungkook couldn’t feel it.

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V for Vicious

Originally posted by parkjmin

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: HarelyQuinn!Au / Smut / Drabble

Rated M for mentions of blood (just a tiny bit) and mature themes

Word count: 3.6k

Synopsis: This night, under the stars and with wind blowing between your bodies, you and Taehyung are the queen and king of the world. 

May madness enlighten your way forever.

Author’s note: I’m weak, oh I’m so weak. I really couldn’t let go of my first fic, so here a drabble set in the same universe, following the madness of Tae and his love. This could be read alone, but I suggest you to check Sanitarium for a better understanding of the dynamics between the characters. This is dedicated to everyone who loved Harley!Tae and in particular to @sugajpg (gurl, I know you are a sucker for this kind of shit)

The wind blows cold and loud, it echoes against the moon and between the glowing of stars like pearly diamonds embodied in the sky – someone once told you they are the wings of fallen angels that still burn between Heaven and Earth.

You are on the top of the highest building of the city, feet well planted on the floor as the town shines in all its insignificance under you: everything is silent and slow, the city lights quivering like the breaths of a sleeping beast while the vain lives of humans fade into their blue dreams. The whole world is still, yet alive with almost unnoticeable tremors between the streets: some nocturnal souls wandering in search of gold and crowns and gems between the shadows – the army of evil and detriment, maybe.

And you, so mighty, so perfect above all this, are no different than a queen loving her king.

Really, it’s a breath-taking scenery, nearly empowering, yet you would be able to appreciate it way more if Taehyung’s knife wasn’t wildly pressed under your jaw.

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Culture Shock: Everything You Need To Know About ‘Grey’s Anatomy’

Since its debut in 2005, hospital drama Grey’s Anatomy has dominated television as a critical and commercial ratings juggernaut. Here’s what you need to know about writer-producer Shonda Rhimes’ long-running hit series.

1. Meredith Grey is a doctor, but her real calling was to be an app developer: The defining trait of protagonist Dr. Grey is that her talents are wasted in medicine and that she should have instead studied computer programming in college. She frequently tells colleagues her brilliant app ideas and, in the pilot episode, comes up with the concepts for Uber, Snapchat, Airbnb, and Tinder years before they were actually developed in real life. Although she values her work at Seattle Grace Hospital, every time Meredith saves a patient’s life, she bitterly mutters, “I wish I was Mark Zuckerberg.”

2. When the bell rings, all the doctors fuck: Grey’s Anatomy is known for its many steamy romances and love triangles that occur whenever the Fuck Bell rings. All the doctors immediately stop whatever surgeries they’re doing, strip completely nude, and have passionate sex in the hospital hallways until the bell ceases clanging precisely one minute later. As diehard fans know, any doctors caught still having sex after the second ringing of the Fuck Bell are escorted from the hospital by men in black hoods and never seen or mentioned again in the series.

3. Shonda Rhimes includes a warning if she wrote the episode on the toilet: Rhimes occasionally writes scripts while sitting on the toilet, and these episodes are just as good as episodes written at her desk. However, out of respect for her viewers, every episode written on the toilet has a large red disclaimer at the bottom of the screen saying, “CAUTION: TOILET EPISODE,” so people can choose not to watch if the idea of seeing an episode written on the toilet makes them uncomfortable.

4. Grey’s Anatomy has a spin-off television series called Dr. Yang’s Prize Volcano!: Meredith’s best friend, Dr. Cristina Yang, was written off Grey’s Anatomy in 2014 to become the host of a game show where contestants answer trivia questions to make the Prize Volcano erupt in a shower of awards. You never know what treasures the Prize Volcano contains. It could be anything from a surround-sound speaker system to patio furniture, a brand-new Ford Fiesta, or even the grand prize of one million dollars. Everybody’s a winner on Dr. Yang’s Prize Volcano! The spin-off quickly became more successful than the original show, and in 2016, Dr. Yang’s Prize Volcano! released new episodes twice a day, and they were seen on more than a billion TV screens across the world.

5. In one episode you get to see a man’s guts: In one of the most thrilling and memorable scenes in television history, the season seven episode “Guts” lets you see what it looks like inside a person. It’s pink and weird and slimy in there, and years later, fans are still talking about how gross the guts looked. Grey’s Anatomy has had many exciting moments throughout its run, but nothing yet has topped seeing guts!

Request: Quiet

Request: Could you write one with dean x reader and he gets the reader pregnant but she’s not quite 18 yet?

Word Count: 1,504

I suppose teenage pregnancy is a warning? If it’s going to bother you, maybe steer clear. Much love<3

You were just a week past your tenth birthday when you killed your first vampire. You’ll never forget the moment as long as you live – you weren’t supposed to follow your parents into the woods, nor were you supposed to have a weapon on you. But curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up traipsing through the undergrowth with all the stealth of an elephant.

It popped out on you – before you even had time to scream, you’d been tackled to the ground, and yet you still managed to keep hold of your knife. It was the only thing you knew – like an iron grip on its handle could keep you tethered to the Earth, protected from the razor-like fangs scraping at your throat. Your blood was nothing but adrenaline, and your thoughts were more like impulses – next thing you knew, the vampire was slumped on top of you and your father was dragging you to your feet, yelling but grinning with pride.

It’s not the moment that has imprinted on your memory so much as the fear – since that day, you vowed never to be so afraid again. Not when your parents died, not when you just barely slipped beyond the threshold of life and death, not even when Lucifer himself was stood over you. Nothing has managed to surpass that moment – until now.

“Y/N? Everything alright in there?” Dean’s voice comes from outside the pokey little bathroom, of which you’re perched on the edge of the bath that’s more like an enlarged sink.

“Fine! Just washing my face, give me a minute.” You reply, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice as you force yourself to stand on shaking legs, and shove the tiny white stick into your pocket, well-hidden from the eyes of either bother, however observant.

Dean seems to be appeased by that, much to your relief, and after a moment you hear his footsteps creaking back across the rickety floorboards. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and cling to the sink for balance, as you look at your grey-tinted face in the mirror, red-rimmed eyes laden with dark circles. You known something was up, and this was a last-ditch attempt to avoid calling for an angel.

Pregnant. It hadn’t been planned – that’s for sure. You and Dean… not a mistake. That’s not what it was, what it is. But he’s older, and you’re not even eighteen yet – despite having the maturity of an adult, thanks to the life you had growing up – and you just know that he’s going to completely freak when he finds out. If. When.

For the first time in a long time, you’re genuinely fearful of what the future holds.


It’s quiet in the motel room, the silence broken only by the breathing of the two brothers, slept in the beds beside you – you’d crept out of Dean’s hold just a few minutes ago, a short enough amount of time that the air is still chilled on your skin, despite the hoodie you’ve huddled yourself into.

This is the easiest, and the most painless – what Dean doesn’t know isn’t going to hurt him. What the rest of the world doesn’t know won’t hurt him. You’ve survived on your own before, and you can do it again, as much as the thought tears your heart in two.

You carefully tuck your jeans into the bag, your hand ghosting over the lump of plastic in the pocket: the one that sealed your fate; that made this decision for you. After a moment of hesitation, you zip the bag up, and pull it onto your shoulder – only for Dean to shift and groan, prising one eye open and looking up at you in the darkness.

“Y/N?” He rasps, frowning – his eyes catch the reflection of the sodium orange glow outside and meet yours. You flinch, unable to hold his gaze.

“Go back to sleep, Dean. Nothing to worry about.” You try to reassure him – if you can get him to go back to sleep before he wakes fully and realises what’s going on, you still stand a chance of getting out of here without any problems.

He obviously thinks about it, then sits up a little more, “Is that your bag?”

“I was just-“

“Y/N, are you leaving?” He hisses, sparing a glance to his brother, who sleeps as soundly as ever, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You hiss, “Sleep, Dean, really.”

“You can’t lie to a liar, Y/N.” He’s up and out of the bed before you can think twice, looking you over – from your hoodie to your shoes, to the absence of everything you own from where it had been discarded around the room, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You try being authoritative, but he isn’t buying it, “I just needed some air.”

“With all your stuff?”

“Yes.” You don’t see any other way out of this, and he narrows his eyes at you.

“Alright then, we’ll go together.” He says, reaching out and taking your hand in his. After a few moments, you have to concede and admit defeat, giving a small nod and following him into the cold night air. It raises goosebumps on your skin, but you don’t let it show, remaining by Dean’s side for a few moments.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks softly after a few moments, watching you closely, “You’ve barely spoken to me or Sam in a couple of days, you wouldn’t go out with us last night, and you’re acting like hunting is the last thing in the world you want to do.”

“It is.”

“Is it some kind of… identity crisis? You don’t want to hunt anymore? You’re young, Y/N, you can get out, there’s still time.” Immediately, he begins mentally running through possibilities, ways to keep you safe once you’re gone, “You know we’re with you, whatever you-“

“It’s not that.” You interrupt, rubbing your hands over your face impatiently, “It’s going to be you wanting rid of me soon, anyway. Stop acting like the saint in all of this.”

“You know I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You can tell he’s starting to get frustrated and anxious – you don’t blame him. You just wish you’d been able to get away before he’d managed to question it.

“You don’t need an idea. You just need to let me go.” You inform him, forcing yourself to turn and meet his eyes, “I’m fine, Dean. I will be. You just need to let me leave.”

“Not until I know what’s going on with you.”

“It’s none of your business.” Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is.

“I don’t care.” He reaches out, taking your hand in both of his, “Listen to me, Y/N. These last few months… they’ve been great. You’re great. And I know it’s less than conventional, but what is?”

“Stop talking.”

“Why?! You’re acting like something horrible is about to happen!” He insists, squeezing your hand, “Y/N, please, I’m begging you here. Stop freaking me out – whatever is it, we’ll muddle through together, just like always.”

“I’m pregnant.” No point sugarcoating it – might as well let him push you away and be done with it now. He pauses, frozen by your confession for a few moments.

“Don’t joke.”

“I’m not.” You deadpan, pulling your hand away from his and folding your arms over your chest, “See? I told you, you wouldn’t like it.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, “Y/N… you… you didn’t tell me. This is my business, for crying out loud. I’ve ruined your life.”

“Here you go again! Ever the martyr! It’s nothing to do with you if I say it is.” You snap, “Look, you haven’t ruined anything that wasn’t ruined anyway.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Why? You did.” You step back from him, “Look, Dean, if you have an issue, I’ll go. I’ll stay with Bobby until I can figure out something safe, and then… I don’t know. But I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls, stepping closer, “You’re my problem, Y/N. You’re my business. I want you to be my business.” He reaches out, offering his hands to you, “Listen. Really listen. I get that this isn’t… normal. By any standard. And if you want to go, I’m not going to stop you.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to leave you, or Sam.” You confess, the fear returning in a great wave, “I’m scared, Dean. It’s new and scary and big and I don’t want to do it on my own.”

“You don’t have to. You never have to.” He promises, watching as you place your hands in his so be can pull you closer and press an affectionate kiss to your brow, “We’ve been in this together. Right from day one, and until you say otherwise, alright? As much as it terrifies me, I love you, and this baby… it’s just another hurdle. A hurdle we can pass, because we’re together.”

Part two maybe?

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anon requested: hit me with that against-the-wall, i-almost-lost-you jon snow smut?

notes: smut, smutty, s m u t. i tried to, so enjoy like 1,400 words of smut not counting the cut above. enjoy!!! bc i really did omg

Jon lifted you up off you feet as you appeared before him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he gasped.

You were here, he thought, she’s here.

You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, “I thought you were gone,”

You raise your brow at him, patting his stubbly cheeks. “Jon, I told you I was going home for awhile.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did,” you said as you tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips.

“I thought I almost lost you,” he continued as he broke away. He placed your hand on his chest, kissing your inner wrist.

“You overreact sometimes, wolf,” you giggled as you placed you down. You reached up to kiss his jaw, and he kissed your forehead.

He reached down to nibble down at your ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He cocked his head to the side with a subtle wink and you tighten your hand around his own as he walked up the stairs with you to his room.

When he closed the door, you leaned knowingly against the wall, feeling his eyes move to your hands as you untied your coat at the tips. He took in a breathe as the coat was disregarded at the bottom, and walked over to you, his hands on both sides of your neck, “Dirty,” he whispered as you stood before him in a low cut top, showing him generously your chest.

And he began. And you did, too.

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Going to the Salem Witch Trials Memorial is something I will never forget.  

In my younger years as a witch, I never really wanted to see that part of Salem–Honestly, I am not sure if it is because I just wasn’t interested as a young practitioner or I didn’t quite grasp the weight that the Salem Witch Trials and mass hysteria had on our world.  Only as I have gotten older have I become more and more passionate about the historical events aligned with witchcraft.

In 1692, nearly two hundred people in the Salem area were accused of witchcraft, then considered a crime.  This episode is one of Colonial America’s most notorious cases of mass hysteria. It has been used in political rhetoric and popular literature as a vivid cautionary tale about the dangers of isolationism, religious extremism, false accusations, and lapses in due process.  Twenty of the accused were tried and executed–victims of fear, superstition, and a court system that failed to protect them.  

The abuses of the Salem witch trials contributed to changes in U.S. court procedures, playing a role in the advent of the guarantee of the right to legal representation, the right to cross-examine one’s accuser, and the presumption of innocence rather than of guilt.  A memorial was created to honor the memory of these twenty victims and to remind us of the enduring lessons of human rights learned from the tragedy of the witch trials.  The memorial was designed by architect Jim Cutler and artist Maggie Smith, and was dedicated in 1992 by Elie Wiesel.

“The Salem Witch Trials Tercentenary Memorial attempts to give form to concepts of injustice…The designers approached the idea of injustice through four words: Silence, Deafness, Persecution and Memory. To represent silence, they graded and organized the site to emphasize the surrounding tombstones as mute watchers looking into the memorial. For deafness, they inscribed the historical protests of innocence on the entry threshold and had them slide under the stone wall in mid-sentence. For persecution, they planted black locust trees, from which the accused believed to have been hanged. For memory, they inscribed the names, dates, and manners of death on stone slabs, which were then cantilevered from the stone wall as benches.”

When we first got into Salem and stood outside the Witch House, the architecture struck me as odd and the color choice was so stark in contrast to the lively summer green of plant life in the front garden.  My friends and I took the usual tourist-y pictures and then began crossing the road to walk to our next destination.  That’s when I heard it: my name, whispered up against my right ear.  I stopped in the middle of the street, thinking it had been my friend’s husband.  I spun on my heels only to find him hand-in-hand with her, just to the left of where I had been crossing.  I asked, “Did you hear that?”  He shook his head and kept walking.

Something kept tugging at my insides.  The more historical sites we came across, the more insistent this feeling became.  The whole city hummed with it, this magic–both kitschy and real–and that warm energy propelled us visitors further and further in.  It wasn’t until we drove up a very unassuming alleyway that I realized where the epicenter of this powerful pull brought us.  There, at the top of a small incline, was the Salem Witch Trials Memorial.

There is a stillness to the air when you stand before it and just beyond its entrance are towering, ancient trees; sentinels protecting the names of those who died without justice.  There are inscriptions on the ground at your feet and they read of the last words uttered by the accused witches of Salem.  One in particular caught my attention:

I am wholly innocent of such wickedness…

Twenty benches protrude from stone walls, suspended and slowly being weathered by the elements.  Names are carved into them; the description of their execution marr the faces of stone and the date of their deaths resonate from the masonry.  People walk in silence, quietly reading and leaving flowers for those that died during the witch hunt.  It is a place of very heavy spiritual energy–whether or not it comes from the living who visit or the departed resting in the nearby cemetery is to be determined.  The short amount of time I spent there can only be described as surreal.  

The first few names I came across were the last ones to be executed before logic and law intervened.  These victims died on my birthday, September 22nd.  The very thought caused me to shudder, but still I moved forward and observed a moment for each person at their bench.  Around I walked, counting down from twenty to one, and there before me was the memorial to the unusual and outspoken Bridget Bishop.  The red flowers at this small monument were fitting of her, as I had read previously that she often was seen wearing a crimson cloak about town.  People had misjudged her; she died because she was different.  

The truth of the matter is this: none of these men and women were witches and yet they died because people feared what I am lucky enough to practice today.  And that bothered me.  It still does.  It stuck with me the entire way home as we road-tripped sixteen more hours.  I dreamed of the memorial, of Salem and its daunting trees and the fading headstones at the top of that hill.  On Monday, when I returned to work, I began researching and I came across something that just absolutely stunned me: Bridget Bishop died on June 10th, 1692.  I stood in front of her memorial on June 10th, 2017.  The weekend we visited–down to the day–was the anniversary of the first execution of the Salem Witch Trials that took place 325 years ago.

Fate and coincidence are two things that I struggle with on a day-to-day basis, but like my experience so many years ago at the ocean, I cannot help but feel that I was in the right place, at the right time.  I am just not quite sure what I am supposed to take away from this yet.  Am I supposed to research and write about it?  Am I supposed to share the stories of these victims?  Is this more of a reaffirmation that the rights I fight for are valid and important?  Is it that I just needed to see it on that day?  Or perhaps it was something so very simple: that I was called so that I could learn to evoke the spirit and strength of those people who chose to die rather than compromise their personal truths.

anonymous asked:

is isak one those people who claim there boyfriends steal the quilt yet in reality it's them and they still complain there coke even though they have a quilt underneath them, the quilt there suppose to share with there partner and then 2 quilts on top? or is this just me?....😂


Isak, the little shit, will wake up in the morning be all, “I fucking froze last night.” And Even will just give him the deadest look and be like, “You were cold? I didn’t have a blanket last night because you stole it. I had to use my hate of La la Land to fucking fuel my fire enough to keep me warm last night, Isak.” Then he’d roll over Isak and pull up the comforter which had fallen off Isak’s side of the bed in presentation.

And Isak would just glare at him and huff whatever. And then the next night Even would bring his own damn blanket from home, and yet, in the morning, he’d still wake up with frozen feet and his blanket tucked firmly under Isak’s arms. And he’d just groan because this is a fucking unwinnable battle with Isak. He’s going to have to learn to live without blankets, because God knows Isak doesn’t share them.

(It does, however, give Even an excuse to cuddle up super close to Isak in the night and when they wake up practically on top of each other, Even can shrug and be like “it was you or hypothermia, baby. And I’m too pretty to die.”

Let’s talk about sex... (M)

Request- Hi can I request a namjoon smut about you and him are married? y’all are having sex and your child accidentally walked in on you two? Then you and/or him try to give your child the sex talk (awkwardly?) Lol please be super smutty and fluffy!! Thank youuuu!!! 

I hope you like it, thank you so much for requesting! 

This scenario contains mature and sexual content. You have been warned! 

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You and Namjoon got married ten years ago. With Namjoon it was really love at first sight. He was like a gust of wind that swept you off your feet and had your whirling in the wind. The butterfly’s you had got on your first few dates, you still had them. 

You had gotten pregnant with a baby boy, both you and Namjoon were over joyed. You had a little girl a few years after your son. People always told you that marriage was hard work,especially with Namjoon away all the time for his job.  But you never thought like that. You felt blessed to be able to be with Namjoon for the rest of your life. The only thing you found difficult was trying to be quite having sex at night. Afraid you would wake one of the kids. Namjoon could always manage to make you scream in pleasure. 

You both tried different things to keep quite. Having sex in the shower in the mornings was the usual spot, or Namjoon would shove panties in your mouth to muffle your screams. Which was always fun. But Namjoon was just back from tour, you needed him now, or you thought you were going to explode. As soon as he walked through the door you wanted to jump his bones, but y’know you had kids who wanted to see their daddy. But you wanted your daddy too…

You missed his smile, you missed everything about him. Namjoon was your husband, but he was also your best friend. The sexting was fun, but you needed his hands on you, consuming you, taking you to a different world. 

“Daddy!” Your daughter excitedly ran towards Namjoon, whom picked her up and held her close to his chest, dropping his bags on the floor. 

“Hey, sweetheart! I missed you so so much. Oh my, you’ve gotten so talk since I last saw you! I told you not to grow up when I was away, I don’t want to miss any of it!” Namjoon scolded the giggling little girl in his arms. The sight had your heart swooning, you loved watching Namjoon with your kids. He really was a great dad. 

“Dad!” Your son ran towards Namjoon, who set the little girl on the floor in order to hug his son. Namjoon kissed the top of his head. 

“I missed you so much.” Namjoon looked up, making eye contact with you smirking. Your lust filled gaze couldn’t tare away from him. He made long strides towards you embracing you in a tight hug, his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, his hand sneakily snaking down your back to cup your ass.  

He’s trying to kill you. 

“Baby, I missed you so much. I’ll show you just how much later.” Namjoon gave your ass a final squeeze, pulling back to wink at you and turn to play with your kids. What a little shit. You were already starting to get wet. 


The rest of the night consisted of Namjoon teasing you, in front of your children. Its fine when he does it in front of the boys, but the children.. All you wanted to do was have Namjoon fuck you into oblivion. Was that so much to ask for? 

You have never been happier putting your kids to bed, tucking them both in, kissing them goodnight. Wishing them the sweetest of dreams, partly hoping they wont be having nightmares and want to bed buds for the night. You pad your way down to your shared bedroom, finding Namjoon lounging on the bed with his phone in his hands. You gently close the down behind you. 

You really needed a quick fuck and then you could take it slow. You were just so horny. You pull your top off and slip out of your trousers, leaving you in Namjoons favourite lingerie set. You climb up the bed to him, straddling his hips. You take the phone out for his hands, placing it on the bedside table. 

“Someone missed me.” Namjoon singsongs, with a smirk plastered across his face. His hands running up and down your bare thighs, your hands on his toned arms. 

“You have know idea, how much I missed you, Joonie. I thought I was going to have to fly to see you, or I’d explode.” You whined, making Namjoon chuckle. 

“I do know. Being without you is so hard, its hard to stay sane. Especially, when you were sending me ten nudes a day.” Namjoon kisses you your jaw, making you giggle. The whole time Namjoon was away, you were constantly sending Namjoon pictures of you naked, wanting him to send a few back. Which he did. 

“I was just being a good wife.”You smirk, leaning down capturing his lips with yours. Oh how you missed how his soft, plump lips move against your own. He was quick to stick his tongue out, licking your lips to stick his tongue down your throat, which you obligated. Opening your mouth to play with his tongue. You moaned loudly into the passionate kiss, hands running down his chest to rip his top off. He lifted over his head, flinging it on the floor to return to kissing you. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. How did I go so long without you?” Namjoon says, kissing down your neck and chest. He smooths his hands up your back, unclasping your bra letting it fall. Namjoon looks into your eyes, licking his lips before he leans into your chest. Kissing, sucking and nipping your breasts, still maintaining eye contact, so start to grind down on his hardening member. 

“Fuck, Namjoon You’re already so hard.” You moan, missing being this close with him over the last number of weeks. 

“You’re just so sexy, baby. It’s not my fault.” He smirks, sucking purple and blue bruises all over your chest. 

“I wasn’t complaining.” You retort, grinding down on him harder making him moan. You loll your head back in pleasure, the feeling of his hard member rubbing against your wet pussy had you moaning. 

“What are you’s doing?” You look towards the door, seeing your son standing look at you and Namjoon. Namjoon quickly rolls you over so hes on top, blocking your son from seeing anything. 

“Hey, buddy why don’t you go back to your room and we’ll be in in a moment.” Namjoon assures him. 

“Okay.” He turns around and walks out of your bedroom. 

“Oh my god! How long was he standing there? Hes scared, we’re going to have to send him to therapy!” You blurt out. Namjoon chuckles, stroking your cheek. 

“Baby, its okay. At least we weren’t fucking yet. We just need to go and have the sex talk, hes ten its fine. We would of had to do it sooner or later.” Namjoon sits up, so you can get out from under him. You put your top and shorts back on. 

“He’s only a baby!” You exclaim, Namjoon pulling you into his chest. 

“Well, after our talk hell know to knock.” Namjoon chuckles, taking your hand in his, bringing you to your sons room. You really didn’t want to have this talk, he was still your little boy. You wanted him to stay innocent and pure for a while longer. 

“Hey buddy, I think we should have a talk.” Namjoon pulls you to sit down on the edge of your sons bed, across from him, who sat on his desk chair. Your son looks at both of you with wide, innocent eyes. 

“What were yous doing? I could her yous, it sounded like your were being hurt.” He was so innocent and cute, Namjoon squeezed your hand in his. 

“We were having sex-” Namjoon starts, but you interrupt him. 

“But you can only have it when you really love someone like me and your dad love each other.” You blurt out, making Namjoon chuckle. 

“Yeah, but its for pleasure and its also how you make babies. Sex is when a man puts his penis in the woman’s vagina, but again as your mam said, its only for adults, okay.” Namjoon held your hand tight the whole time. 

“Are yous trying to have more babies?” Your son asked, with a confused look on his face. You smile at how cute he is. 

“No, sex isn’t just about making babies, its also a very intimate experience. People have sex for pleasure and to feel intimacy with the person they love.” You explain in a soft voice. 

“There’s a lot more to it, but you don’t need to know it all yet. You should get to sleep, you have school in the morning.”Namjoon stands up, kissing the top of your sons head. Whispering and ‘I love you’. 

“I love you so much, okay. But don’t have sex until your 25, okay. You said more as a statement. You embrace your son in a hug and pinch his cheeks, kissing his forehead. 

You and Namjoon retreat back to your bed, sliding under the comfort of the sheets. Namjoon pulls you into his chest. 

“I don’t have work tomorrow, I’ll leave the kids to school. When I get back I expect you to be fully naked on the bed waiting for me.” You smile, excited for what tomorrow morning will bring. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

A/N- Okay, my mam never actually gave me the talk. She gave me a book when I got my first period that told me how everything and everything else was from movies, friends and my own curiosity soo I don’t if thats how they go. Sorry that it suck so much~ 

Ohhhh and im so sorry for the wait, I suck. But thank you so much for requesting! 

-Admin Abe x

Jared Leto x Reader

Requested by Anon: “What about the reader planning their wedding with Jared and he is super excited about all the details! Saw a gif about it the other day and want a full on story <3 If that’s lame, thats cool too 😂😂😂 I’m not goof with this stuff.

So I went a little above and beyond with this! There is link below for the song for their first dance, I hope you like it!💕

Whitney Houston x All The Man That I Need

The curtains billowed in the cool morning breeze, followed by the the alarm screeching at you. Without looking you shut it off and rolled over to give Jared a morning breath kiss, only to find that he was gone. 

‘What time is it?’ 

You sat up to check the clock and saw that the room was full of bouquets of different sizes and different types of flowers, each more pretty than the last. Slowly you got out of bed and walked over to the nearest one, running your hand over the soft petals of the roses. You picked a white rose out of the bunch and held it up to your nose, breathing in the fresh and sweet scent of the flower.  

‘How’d he get all of this in here without waking me up?’

You walked out of the room and found that the hallway was just as packed with flowers as the room was. A smile crept across your face as you strolled among them, it was just like walking through a meadow in spring. The house smelled natural and heavenly.

‘What is all of this?’ 

The entire house was filled almost floor to ceiling with flower arrangements. When you found Jared, he was sitting at the island in the kitchen, surrounded by flowers and paperwork with his laptop in front of him. You leaned against the wall, bringing the rose to your nose once again, watching him as he worked. His brow was furrowed as he looked back and forth between the papers and laptop.

“Hey there handsome.” His face lit up as soon as he saw you. He left his work and practically ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggled as he set you down and placed a gently kiss on your cheeks.

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“What is all of this?” you pointed the rose to the flower arrangements that surrounded the both of you in the kitchen. 

“Your bouquet!”

“Jared, there is more than one here and they’re all so big!” you said laughing at how overzealous he was being. He looked around the room like there was nothing unusual about the amount of flowers that were in the house.

“Yeah I know but I you haven’t picked what you wanted yet and I figured that this was a perfect reason to shower you in flowers.” 

“Spoiling me already are you?” He took the rose from your hand and placed it between his teeth, he grabbed your hand and took a step back, swinging his arm behind him dramatically.

“Oh, you know it baby!” He pulled your arm and spun you into him, holding you from behind he started to sway to a song that only he could hear. Just then the phone rang and he left you to run over to it. 

“Hello?” You walked into the living room leaving him to his phone call and see what other kinds of flowers were laying around. You stopped in front of an arrangement of red roses made to look like a giant heart. You smiled warmly as you looked around at the others.

“BABE!” You ran back into the kitchen to see him packing up his papers and his laptop and putting them away. His hair swinging around his shoulders as he moved at top speed.

“What’s up buttercup?” You walked up behind him placing your arms around his waist hugging him, trying to slow him down. He was so excited about the wedding that he took over the appointments so that you could relax.

“You and I are going to go have breakfast and then an appointment at the reception hall, the florist and then a cake tasting!” He sounded like a kid that just found out they were about they were on their way to Disney.  You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as you held him in your arms.

“Come on, we have to get dressed and go!” He spun around in your arms and picked you up by your waist slinging you across his shoulder, you screamed as he spanked you before taking the stairs two at a time. When he reached the room he threw you on the bed, not missing a beat he slid in between your legs and kissed you passionately. 

“God, I love you.” He said looking deep into your eyes. His eyes always made you feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. You loved the way he looked at you even when you were in trouble.

“God, I love you.” You said back to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. You brushed his hair behind his ear before smacking his shoulders. Sliding from underneath him you went to the closet to pick out both of your outfits. You set out a black muscle shirt, black pants and his favorite black boots, picking a pink dress and sandals for yourself while Jared showered. You joined him in the bathroom to brush your teeth finding it hard to not join him in the shower.

“Come on Jesus, were going to be late.” You took his hand in yours and led him out the house. When you reached the car he stopped you and opened the door for you then skipped over to the driver’s side. He sped down the driveway towards the city, the wind whipping both your hair and his around.

“How many flavor’s of cake can there be?” You said as you plopped down on the couch exhausted from the cake tasting. You kicked off your sandals and covered your face with one of the pillows on the couch. You could hear Jared laughing at you from across the room, without looking you threw the pillow at him knowing that you’d probably missed. The pillow came flying across the room and land square on your chest.

“You seemed a little stressed, my love. Allow me to help.” You watched as Jared knelt down and rested his head on your stomach, you ran your fingers through his long soft brown hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Your skin is so soft, do you moisturize?” You felt his hand traveling up your leg starting at you rankle. His hand reached your inner thigh and he began to rub your skin in small slow circles 

“No, Jared we said we would wait.” He looked up at you pouting as you continued to rub his head. You laughed at the face he made and rested your head on the back of the couch and closed your eyes.

“But waiting is for…patient people.” He whined 

“Its okay, just one more week, baby.” You said smiling down at him. You imagined him in his tuxedo watching you walk down the aisle, Shannon and Tomo at his side. You couldn’t wait for the day that you would officially become Mrs. Leto.

“What’re you thinking about?” He got up and sat on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You placed your head on his lap as he cradled you and you told him about how excited you were about your upcoming wedding day. 

“So what is the plan on the big day?” You asked looking up into his big blue eyes.

“Well the night before I’m going to stay with Shannon and then we get to start the new chapter of our lives together.” He looked down at you and kissed your forehead. He stared at you for a while rubbing the top of your head. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to keep them open but exhaustion won.

“Is my blushing bride sleepy?” He said after you yawned. Carefully he picked you up and cradled you in is arms and walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He set you down on your side of the bed and began to undress you.

He unzipped your dress and helped you to stand up so he could slide it off of you. You lost your balance as you attempted to step out of your dress, Jared caught you and held you close to him before setting you back down on the bed.

“Look at you, not even a drop of alcohol and you’re just all over the place.” He laughed as you hit him multiple times with one of the pillows on the bed. He grabbed your legs and laid them down on the bed and placed the warm covers over you. You turned and watched as he got undressed and slid into bed next to you. 

He pulled you closer and you pressed your face into his chest as he stroked up and down your back. He moved the hair out of your face and went back to rubbing your back

“Hummm.” Your voice was muffled by his chest. His laugh rumbled deep inside his chest making you smile. He began to hum for you, slowly lulling you to sleep.

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“(Y/N), you alright?” Your maid of honor asked you, her face betraying how concerned she was for you. She was floating around you all day making sure that your hair, make up and dress were perfect.

“Yeah (B/F/N), I’m just nervous is all.” A nervous laugh escaped you. Taking a deep breath and you stood up from your chair as she set the top of your veil in hair, placing the lace in front of you face. You looked at the door in fear when you heard the playlist begin. 

“Its time! I’ll see you out there, you look so beautiful.” She gave you a big hug and then dashed out of the room with the rest of your bridal party. You smoothed the lace on your gown trying to keep busy until your dad came to get you.

‘He’s not out there yet…I still have time.’

You rushed over to your phone and dialed his number. 

“Hey, baby.” Hearing his voice made the weight on her chest disappear. You felt relieved and happy to be talking to him.

“Hi.” exhaling the breath that you didn’t know that you were holding.

“What’s wrong?” he sounded concerned.

“I’m just nervous is all.” You said laughing at yourself.

“Its okay baby. I am too.” Hearing that he was nervous too made you feel so much better. It always seemed like he was never nervous or afraid of anything. He was the bravest person you knew and you were so happy to finally be his.

“They’re calling me out baby. I’ll see you soon.” He blew you a kiss through the phone and you returned it. You were pacing the room until your dad came in, ready to walk you down the aisle.

“You look beautiful honey.” You flashed your dad a huge smile then took another deep breath and linked your arm with your father’s, holding onto him for support. Your song began to play as the ushers opened the doors.

Everyone was up on their feet staring at you with their phones out taking pictures. You looked around the room shoot shy smiles at everyone, then you saw him. He stood there waiting for you, he watched you with those intense blue eyes, you could seen the excitement written all over his face. Soon it felt like it was only you and him in the room, everyone else disappeared except for you and Jared. 

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You heard the minister say something but you weren’t paying attention, you were completely focused on Jared. He walked up to you and took your arm from your father. You held onto him for dear life as he led you back to the minister.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He leaned forward and whispered in your ear causing you to blush bright red.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” Jared turned to you and lifted the veil and placed it behind you. He took your face in his hands and kissed you passionately, you giggled and kissed him back placing your hands on his. 

“I present to you, for the first time, Mr and Mrs. Leto.” Jared took your hand, locking your fingers together and raised it in the air with his while everyone stood up and cheered for you, Jared led you outside and everyone followed.

 Once you were outside Jared dropped your hand turned to you and picked you up by your waist and spun you around in the air. You screamed with laugher as he held you in the air, slowly bringing you back down to earth and kissed you once again. You heard Shannon and Tomo scream and when you looked over they were jumping up and down and rushing over to congratulate you two. 

“Welcome to the family, Mrs. Leto.” Jared said before they finally made it over.

Jared held you close as you both swayed to the music. Everyone was watching as you both stood in the middle of the floor for your first dance. He took your hand and stepped away from you and you did the same. He pulled your hand and you spun into him, landing against his chest at the climax of the song making everyone cheer.

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He kissed you once the song was over and passed you over to your father while he went to dance with his mom. Every so often you would look over and catch him watching you. Once this dance was over Jared walked over and took your hand again for another dance, you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his, together you let the music move you. 

“I never want to let you go.” He kissed you softly on your nose and tears began to well in your eyes, this was the happiest day of your life and you couldn’t imagine spending it with any other person.

By the end of the night you were ready to sleep for a five months. Relatives and friends fighting for your attention to with you both “eternal happiness together.” Shannon and Tomo were packing the gifts into the limo and Jared ushered you away from everyone towards the car, knowing how exhausted you were. You both waved goodbye to everyone when you turned to him.

“What now?” You said, an excited smile spread across you face as you watched him fake concentration on his answer. You couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was, knowing that you were two were finally married filled you with so much warmth.

“I’m thinking…Venice.” He looked down at you and then turned to everyone who was standing there waiting to send you off.

“WE’RE OFF TO VENICE!” for the billionth time that day everyone screamed and cheered as you got into the back of the limo. You poured yourself a glass of champagne while you waited for Jared to join you. 

When he got in, he tossed his jacket and bowtie to the side and rolled up the partition.  You watched him closely, completely unaware of what he was planning to do. He crawled over to you and took the champagne flute from you and finished it before kissing you fervently.

“I’ve waited long enough.” You yelped when he laid you on the seat suddenly, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair and kissed him back.

“I love you, Mr. Leto.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Leto.”

ecoreader  asked:

Would it be possible to have a general discussion / get a rundown of your thoughts on Extroverted Thinking as a function? I thought it might be more interesting considering the new additions to the mod team, and there have been some conflicting posts and interpretations in the past.

Hi! Great question and I’m happy to get into the basics and not-so-basics of the function! Like I’ll address later in this post, Te is commonly associated with behaviors. I’ll even use some of these behaviors in this post but we have to be aware of why, which is the essence of Te. 

What is Extroverted Thinking?

Extroverted Thinking will assess and organize externally. Te is very factual, objective and matter-of-fact. Especially when paired with Si, Te can be very black and white. Te is very much focused on accomplishing a goal or satisfying a need. With a focus on both efficiency and thoroughness, Te is going to be dutiful and responsible. When you think of Te, think of someone organizing a huge pile of junk into one of those cube organizer systems from Target. That is, everything has a place and everything has a purpose or it is considered extraneous and illogical. Everything can and will be organized and used in the most pragmatic fashion and as quickly as possible. Completing tasks is as important as identifying and strategically planning them out.

Associated Words:

Precise. Concrete. Objective. Exact. Practical. Coordinated. Methodized. Systemized. Tangible. Direct.


Organization, efficiency, pragmatic decision making. A choice that may be hard for someone who absolutely requires harmony (such as an awkward work conversation) can be simpler for Te to approach.  


Te can come off as cold and calculated to some. Of course, this depends on the person and the situation but often the blunt and driven nature of Te may be interpreted as abrasive or even uncaring. Te may need to slow down and analyze a bit more before acting – this depends on its strength in a stack. Might have a difficulty accessing emotions if they are regarded as impractical for too long. 


It’s important to remember that Te is not a stand-alone function. Te reacts to the environment but it relies on other functions to really interact with its surroundings and situations. NOTE: The following are generalizations and of course do not represent a universal truth for everyone who identifies with each type!

Te-Si-Ne-Fi (ESTJ): Te dominates and directs. Te relies on Si to help systemize and familiarize tasks and circumstances. Te may tend to ignore or become frustrated with the possibilities Ne presents if this function is underdeveloped or not appreciated/realized for its strengths. Te utilizes Fi to (hopefully) achieve moral balance with the logical and systematic approach it takes.

Si-Te-Fi-Ne (ISTJ): Te works behind the scenes a bit more – it is less blunt and less outward. There is a serious shift in the level of compulsiveness in the ESTJ and ISTJ as an ESTJ is likely to react quickly and the ISTJ will likely think through a situation and reference past ideas and moments before acting. Te and Si typically reject Ne’s fantasies or daydreams as they are not practical or useful.

Te-Ni-Se-Fi (ENTJ): Te, again, is dominant and direct. Te is quick and strong, relying on instincts and in-the-moment prowess (Ni-Se) to navigate and control the environment. A natural leader, the Te-Ni user will read a scenario and efficiently organize and strategize at an alarming rate. Due to their singular, rational focus and drive, they may have a bit of difficulty tapping into their introverted feeling and may prefer to (attempt to) ignore their emotions as much as possible.

Ni-Te-Fi-Se (INTJ): Te advocates the goals and ideals of Ni. In this case, living in the moment is more difficult and Te really focuses on realizing the long-term ambitions of Ni. The INTJ is incredibly organized and precise as Te accurately enacts the vision. Think of Ni-Te as a dart flying toward a board. Ni aims and Te is the sharp landing on the bullseye. 

The ENFP, ESFP, ISFP and INFP (all Xi-Xe-Xi-Te or Xe-Xi-Te-Xi) may experience bouts of Te in the form of a drive to organize or to adhere to a system. Though their dominant and secondary function may promote daydreaming or sensory living, Te may attempt to be the grounded voice in the back of their mind.


It’s a common misconception or stereotype in MBTI that higher Te users, especially, are really focused on perfection and “always” keep everything clean and organized and “always” score top marks and are high achievers. I would certainly say Te is good at these things in general, at least in myself and in those I know who use it. However, it’s so important to realize that nothing is ever “always” the case. I doubt anyone is “always” clean or “always” is the best at everything they do. Te does do its best in most scenarios to be efficient (are you tired of that word yet? It epitomizes the function to me) and Te does have a natural tendency to organize and segment. Still, we’re humans. Sometimes I’m prone to having my Ne throw me off and I won’t complete a task. Sometimes I can’t be pragmatic or logical about a decision because my morals or values get in the way in the way of my introverted feeling. That’s just us being human. It’s important to also remember that things that are behavioral aren’t defining of MBTI. Behaviors commonly associated with Te like organizing are common because of the cognitive processes that are behind those behaviors. 

All of that to say – Te is not just a blind, machine-like proficient. Te is the way the environment is interpreted and then externally molded and formed by its interactions with the other functions present. 


I hope this makes sense the way I’ve explained it. I’m certainly open to a discussion regarding personal experiences with Te. For me, as an ESTJ, I’m most familiar with the way Te-Si works. My parents are Si-Te and Te-Ni and I dated an Ni-Te so I think I understand those to a pretty decent extent as well and certainly can identify ways we differ. For instance, my ISTJ mother is much less interested in anything Ne-related whereas I believe (now, after some conditioning) it can be pretty beneficial when filtered.

Please do ask if anything is unclear or if there are specific Te-related questions you have!

- ESTJ Mod