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anon gave me a challenge; asked for a bit of Carl Barks with nice-guy-Gladstone but then I remember this part of A Christmas for Shacktown (W OS 367-02), which is a sweet holiday classic where the ducks are trying to raise twenty-five dollars to get the kids in the poor part of town a toy train!

Cry Wolf - Part Two

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Sister!Reader
Words: 1378
Warnings: None! Just some good ol’ sibling banter
AN: Part Two! Cos, as I’ve said multiple times, I have NO restraint… I am quite pleased with this part. It was fun and lighthearted to write. I really miss writing sister!reader fics…
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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“Hey Dean!” you yelled, sprinting across the car park towards your big brother, having just spotted him about to go into the motel room.

At the sound of his name, he turned, and grinned once he caught sight of you. He removed his hand from the door knob and shoved it back into the pocket of his leather jacket, watching as you ran, only slowing when you were within a few feet of him.

“What’s with the running?” he asked, holding a hand out to steady you as you skidded slightly in front of him.

“Me and Sam were running to get back” you panted, shrugging his hand off your shoulder before running a hand through your slightly tangled hair, brushing the fly-always out of your face.

Dean simply quirked an eyebrow at you before looking over your shoulder at the deserted car park. “Did… did you forget something?” he said, trying to stop himself laughing as you rolled your eyes, pushing passed him and to get to the motel room door. “Oh, come on” he said, trailing in after you, “that was funny! I mean, it’s not often I get the Mini-Beast without Sasquatch.”

“Alright, fine, we were racing” you tossed over your shoulder as you went over to the sink and filled up one of the grubby white mugs the motel had left out for guests, practically downing the whole thing before refilling it and turning back to face him. “Sometimes it’s nice to feel like a kid again. Especially when I get to leave him in the dust… and will you quit it with the stupid nicknames? We’re 17, not 7.”

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Blow That D (on the Clarinet, you idiot)

Genre: pastel x punk, pastel!dan and punk!phil, highschoolband!au

Excerpt: “Dan had to admit, trying to seduce his boyfriend on the other side of the band room while playing clarinet wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world. In fact, rather than turning him on, he just left him confused.”

Warning: Implications of smut, but no smut (sorry my dudes), some fluff

Author’s Note: This drabble is a small birthday present for one of my good friends Abby! Happy Birthing Day my dude 😉

Dan had to admit, trying to seduce his boyfriend on the other side of the band room while playing clarinet wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world. In fact, rather than turning him on, he just left him confused.

What the fuck is he doing? Phil wondered as he observed Dan shoving his clarinet mouthpiece obscenely far into his mouth.

Dan’s eyebrows knit together in frustration as he took the clarinet head out of his mouth with a pop. Phil merely tilted his head in confusion.

HOWELL!

Phil watched his boyfriend immediately sit up straight and look at the music director, Mr. Goodwell, who was notorious for his sarcastic streaks.

“Finally found the answers to all your hopes and dreams in your clarinet mouthpiece, have you Mr. Howell?”

A few of the other clarinets snickered, very familiar with Dan’s tendency to put too much of his reed into his mouth. And also his poor methods of trying to seduce his boyfriend with an instrument during band class.

Phil chuckled lightly, folding his heavily tattooed arms across his chest as he watched Dan’s cheeks turn as red as the roses on his flower crown.

How cute.

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“I can’t believe you tried to turn me on by shoving your fucking clarinet in your mouth,” Phil guffawed, his blue eyes gleaming in amusement.

“Oh shut up,” Dan’s cheeks turned furiously redder. “It’s really hot when you’re turned on.”

Phil raises an eyebrow and turns to Dan. “Is that so?”

Dan grins shyly, hiding his hands in his baby blue sweater. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

Suddenly, Dan feels himself being embraced by a strong arm, and he’s turned to face his boyfriend’s gorgeously pierced face.

“It’s also really hot when you kiss me,” Dan muttered, prompting Phil to place his lips on Dan’s.

Dan melts into Phil, kissing him heatedly, and he feels Phil’s right hand sliding down his back.

Dan shivers slightly before pulling away from Phil’s lips, only a centimeter of air separating them.

“It’s also,” Dan starts breathily, “really hot when you let me give you a blowjob.”

Phil licks his lips, his blue eyes slowly getting darker as he reaches for his zipper. Dan grins wildly.

“Whatever makes you happy.”

“Why? Can’t you just tell me why?” I tried to shout, but it came out as more of a hollow whisper.

“…because.”

“Seriously, Shawn, you’re fucking leaving -for who knows how long, with no warning, just packing up and getting gone- and all I get is ‘because’?!” There it was, there was the tone I was looking for.

“Look, y/n. I’ve had a cru-uuunchy feeling. Umm. Crunchy. Crunchy feeling. In my stomach. Yeah. Since I met you.” He fumbled.

“What the hell.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you know. A crunchy feeling. Like you’re my best friend. Like a nice cookie crunch, like, mm. That’s good friend material right there. That sounds good, right? I’m going with it. Yes. Ever since I met you, I’ve had this crunchy feeling in my stomach. I knew we’d be best friends. That was in third grade, y/n. We grew up together. You know I’ll come back, I just… I just need some time to think.”

“Think about WHAT, Shawn?! What’s there to think about that you need to get away from me for? Why can’t you just tell me? Maybe I can help!” I was practically pleading now.

“No, you can’t help-”

“How do you know that? Is someone dying, Shawn, is there something I should know? Because if it’s something you can’t even talk to your best friend about, then it’s probably big enough to matter to me!” I raised my voice. This was ridiculous.

“It’s about a girl, okay?! Are you happy now?” He raised his voice for the first time since i’d come home to our shared apartment to see him packing.

I had to admit, his words stung just a bit. I’ve had the biggest crush on him since, well, third grade. Last year- junior year -I gave up and said yes to the first guy that asked me out. Gavin, his name is. He was a decent guy. Nothing special. We were together for a while. A long while; eight months. But about a month ago he broke it off. I guess I wasn’t good enough for him. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck. He just… wasn’t Shawn. Not to mention he was pervy as all hell.

And I know I can’t have Shawn- hell, I wasn’t even sure he liked girls. He hasn’t asked one out since we met.

Then again, he hasn’t asked out anyone else, either.

I don’t think I could bring myself to go out with someone else again, though.

I’m going to die alone.

My voice hollowed again as I raised my arms in defeat. “And you couldn’t just tell me that? There’s a million girls hanging off of you, and you finally picked one so now you have to run off? This explains exactly nothing, Shawn.” He groaned, hands threading through his hair.

Why was he so hot doing that? Fuck, don’t think that, he seems mad!

“I’m the one with people ‘hanging off me’?” He questioned in a mock tone, his hands flailing in emphasis.

Yep. Definitely mad.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, more hurt than before, though I wasn’t sure why.

“You’ve had three people ask you out this WEEK!”

“SO? I’m not leaving my best friend over them!”

“Yeah, because you’re already with the person you love!”

“yeah, tell me about it,” I mumbled, thinking he wouldn’t hear.

“See?! I can’t deal with this!”
He heard.

“Oh, and I’m supposed to deal with this? I don’t think you get it, Shawn. You are ditching me. To be by myself. So you can have some thinky time. Over a crush. How the hell would you feel if I did that to you?!”

“You DID DO THAT TO ME.”

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“FUCK! You think I want to sit here all night while you hang out with Gavin? NEWSFLASH, y/n, the internet sucks here. There’s nothing to distract me from picturing what exactly you’re doing with him. You think I asked for that? I thought we had something good, y/n. Don’t judge me too harshly, because I was obviously a fucking idiot, but I thought we had something maybe just a tad more than friendship. So excuse me for wanting to get away from it all for just a little while. I am your best friend. I won’t leave you. But I can’t watch this right now.”

“I’m not- I don’t- I don’t love Gavin, I-”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU WITHT HIM AND NOT ME?!

I apparently took too long to recover from shock for him, because he scoffed and brushed past me to the door.

He got halfway out before I called after him, not turning around. “Shawn.”

“What.”

“You’re a bloody fucking idiot.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” He turned back to the door with a hint of pain in his voice.

“Shawn!”

“Yeah.”

“C'mere you big galoot.” I finally turned around.

Giving me a sideways glance, he questioned again. “What?”

“I said, come here. Give me a hug you monkey brained boy.”

He pulled a wretchedly pained face as he drew me into a hug. With a snivel, he asked, “are you saying goodbye? I get it, I broke the first rule of friendship. Don’t fucking fall in love. But in that case then we’ve never really been friends.“

"Shawn? What are you? What do you mean?”

“I’ll leave now. Already got my stuff packed. I don’t have to come back.” He deflected.

“Would you shut up and kiss me already, you cheeky tree boy?” I interrupted.His nose was buried in my hair, where I could feel his breathing hitch. 

“Don’t tempt me, love. Much as I resent Gavin I’m not gonna kiss m- his girl.”

“Shawn, you utter dummkopf! (for lack of a better word- stupid head just sounds ridiculous). I’m not ‘his girl’. He left me a month ago, how did you n-” I was cut off by his lips on mine.My shock paired with my complete stupidity prevented me from kissing back, and he pulled away all too soon, dread consuming his eyes.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You said- I just thou- I don’t know why I did that, fuck.”

Regaining my composure, I cleared my throat. “You si- Shawn. Look at me.”His gaze hesitantly shifted from the empty floor to my feet, rose to my calves, my knees, my waist. He paused there, sighed. Licked his lips and narrowed his eyes. Finally, he met my eyes, his face stern.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you let me beat his sorry ass to a pulp? I mean, I’m still going to, but now it’ll just be awkward,” He strained.

“I didn’t think you cared,”He breathed out a silent chuckle.

“Love, you were wrong on so many levels. Third grade, right? That’s what -fourteen years? Fifteen? Fifteen years I’ve had a 'crush’ on you? But it was easy to play off because I was the damn lucky kid you chose as your best friend. Taking you to movies and lunch and taking you for ice cream or bringing you Take-out when you got sick or- or- or hugging you all the time or getting this stupid apartment with you when we moved out? I could play it off as 'friendship’. Well, 'friendship’ left one crucial little detail out of our agreement; you’re fucking beautiful, and smart, and FUNNy, and every other sensible guy on the planet is keen on you and, oh yeah, not imprisoned in the friend zone of a life time. So when you met Gavin and he started coming over and- and kissing you? With only a wall between us? And joking with you until you were in a fit of giggles? You bet your pretty little ass I cared. I got so selfish- so JEALOUS, I didn’t leave my room when he was around because I was sure I’d attack on sight like a mindless little robot. Because I’M the one who’s supposed to make you laugh like that, I’M the one meant to kiss you like that, and I’M the one who’d never LEAVE you like him. Unless, of course, you’d found someone else. And now we’re here. It’s all you now, y/n. I can leave. Or, I …I can stay. And we can cuddle and watch cheesy movies and hug and I can cook you dinner and you can choke it down and pretend it’s good and I can pull you into my bed when you have a nightmare or it’s cold or maybe if you just want a warm body, all like we used to. Except, you… *sigh* you could be… well, mine. My girl. And I could kiss you and give you back rubs and hold your hand in public and re-introduce you to my friends as my girl. Off limits. Mine. But it’s your choice. No pressure, haha” he rambled.With a small grin, I stepped closer. And closer still, gently pulling him into a hug. His back tensed up, waiting for the 'goodbye’. Instead, I whispered, “d'ya need help unpacking?”

Personal ; A’ight my blog is done® than before. I also added like one or two more rules to my rules page for those that want to check it out. If the text on my blog is too smol, pls let me know and I’ll make it bigger (the font size is already 14 but I’ll bump it up for sure). The new rules aren’t a big deal- a make or break on this blog-, I just took some time to emphasize that my blog is a safe place.

Briefly the new rules are: Please don’t ask me why I unfollowed you, and this blog is a negative-free environment

Liam Imagine~ Periods

Word Count~ 763
Rating~ Good for all audiences
Warnings~ none, just fluff, basically
Pairings~ Liam x Female!Reader
A/N~ Hey, short, I know. Hope you enjoy, either way. Didn’t really have alot of ideas for this. Love you guys!
Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily
Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins
Comment a blue heart for a follow back

Request~ anonymous asked:
hey! could you please please do a Theo raeken/liam Dunbar boyfriend imagine where the reader is on her period and they can smell the blood and stuff so the reader tries avoiding him but it’s like really fluffy and it ends with a movie night in and stuff. thanks!


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Pleasure Seeker Part Three (Bucky Barnes x O/C)

Notes: Bucky finally makes a move- just as calamity strikes. 

Warnings: none. 

Tags: @formyfandoms @winterboobbear @poe-also-bucky @cutefandomsdaily@itspipsicle @lavender-limerence@fvckingavengers @bovaria @just-call-me-mrs-captain @minervaem@actual-jar-of-water@chrisevanshh @thatawkwardtinyperson @sprinkleofhappinessuniverse@kaleenjackson @tinaferraldo @josie605 @4theluvofall @38leticia@lilasiannerd  @angryschnauzer

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

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Titus Drautos (1/3)

Let’s tackle the captain of the Kingsglaive, Titus Drautos! (This is the last character I want to analyse, just letting you know.)
This character will be picked apart in three parts (just like Lib): First impression of the character, Glauca’s appearance and the final reveal.

MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING

Just saying.

“As captain of the Kingsglaive, Drautos holds his soldiers to the same unforgiving high standards to which he holds himself and trained Nyx in the art of combat. His respect can only be earned with blood, sweat and tears.”

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Hey guys, I’m just putting this warning out there that I just got…pretty much body slammed with a major depressive episode and I will probably be a drag of a person for awhile. I will try to keep my blog content as light as possible but if anyone needs to unfollow me for the time being, I won’t take it personally. I also probably won’t be up for talking to anyone so if I ignore your messages, it’s not you, it’s me.

I hope everyone is having a great day and a relaxing weekend.

alystown  asked:

Friendly suggestion: Just put warnings in the description/start of the video so that peeps who are offended by your stuff can avoid it. No need to answer back saying that they're too sensitive. I love your stuff and all that, but what you said wasn't cool.

If they’re gonna be offended by something as stupid as a youtube video than they aren’t ready for anything in life 

if they don’t like my videos they can click away 
it’s as simple as that

no need for warnings 

Hey guys! :)

I just updated our fanfic page! If you looked around on our blog before, you must’ve seen the old recommendation page that was a little too crowded. Now, I listed those fanfics - I’m gonna add more and if you have some favorite Hiccstrid story that isn’t on the list, send it to us , so I can add it -  you can search what type of fics you want to see.

For example, if you want to read a fluffy one, just click on the Humor tag in the Genre list. Note, that if you tick one box and forget to untick it, it’ll show too when you tick a new one, it won’t get out ticked automatically. (For ex: you tick in ‘Oneshot’ but want to read ‘Threeshots’ and you tick ‘Threeshots’ the ‘Oneshots’ will show too with the ‘Threeshots’.)

To some fics, I added tags. Some even have tw/trigger warnings, just in case.

Check it out and don’t forget to send us your favorite if it’s not already on the list!

Erik Haula #1 - Bad Day

Originally posted by mikaelgranlove

A/N- Hey everybody! I’d like to say a big thank you to the overwhelming support I’ve received almost immediately! y’all are so cute and sweet. I just wanted to say that keep requesting! I love writing stuff for you but just a warning that come Monday my break from school is over so I won’t be able to have unlimited time to write. Also to all those who have been requesting Jakob Chychrun I will for sure write these as I absolutely love that dude he is so pretty wtf but you might have to wait a little bit as I don’t want to put out 5 Chych imagines one after the other so I’m going to stagger them if that’s okay!

Anyways, rambling aside this one is for @enskuensku: my request is that you play soccer and you have a bad day and your boyfriend erik haula comforts you?? thank you and also it’s really nice to see new people writing imagines!!

Hope you like it <3

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As you walked out of the stadium with your soccer bag slung around your shoulder you tried not to hiss in pain every step that you took. Damn that scrimmage that Coach had made you do at the end of practice. If he had just let you guys end practice early to rest before your game against your rivals tomorrow you wouldn’t be in this mess. In the back of your mind you realize that it wasn’t your defender’s fault that now your knee feels someone is hitting it with a sledge hammer each time you put weight on it but seriously, who slide-tackles their own teammate during an end-of-practice scrimmage?! It was the worst ending to a practice that had been doomed from the moment that you woke up, realized that you had slept through your alarm and had 10 minutes to get the field for practice. Meaning that you didn’t have any time to eat anything other than the granola bar you had stashed away in your bag for what you had planned on being your recovery food source after. Then you had been cheered out by your coach for being late and forced to stay late after practice to go over extra video before tomorrow’s game.

You were not having a good day. Is all you could think of as you hobbled over to your car and started to drive back to your apartment.

When you walked in the door you didn’t even have enough energy to make yourself a proper meal so you just grabbed whatever leftovers were in your fridge and a glass of water. You limped over to your couch, put your injured leg up and didn’t even bother to check how much you were sure it was swelling. You decided to just close your eyes like this, maybe after your nap, you’d feel better.

You heard the door to your apartment open and close and then the voice of your boyfriend, Erik Haula, call out “Hey babe-“ he suddenly stopped when he saw you sprawled out on the couch.

“Hi Erik,” you tried to smile up at him but you are pretty sure it came out more like a grimace than anything.

“Mura, are you alright?” he asked while crouching beside the couch and taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumbs reassuringly over the back of your knuckles.

“Bad day.” you said lamely while nodding in the direction of your knee.

“Oh no,” he said when he caught sight of your knee which had swelled up to twice the size it normally is, “Hold on one sec.” he jumped up and kissed you on your forehead before running off somewhere in your apartment. A couple minutes later he returned back to you.

“Alright, up we get.” he moved to your side and gingerly lifted you up from the couch bridal style, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him.

“Erik!” you squealed, “What are you doing?”

“My baby is injured, tired, and hungry and I don’t like seeing her sad.” he said simply as he walked you over to your bedroom, “So I’m taking care of her.”

He walked into your room which you saw had been set up with some of your favourite things and set you down carefully on the bed. “First things first, let’s get you into something more comfortable” he reached for the old pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts that he had put beside you on the bed, knowing they were your favourite things to wear on lazy days. He helped you change into the comfy clothes before helping you rest on the bed with your leg elevated.

“you don’t have to do this Erik, I know you have a game tonight.” you smiled up at him.

“Nonsense! of course I have to take care of the woman I love when she needs me.” he kissed you lightly on the lips before pulling back and handing you the remote to the TV, “Ok I will be right back, want to choose something for us to watch?”

You shuffled through channels on the TV before deciding that netflix was the better option and landing on old episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

When Erik returned he had a tray in his arms complete with two sandwiches, a big bowl of popcorn, two glasses of water, an ice pack and some Advil. He set the tray down by your feet handing you the water and Advil before gingerly placing the ice pack over your knee. When you finished swallowing the pill he handed you the plate with your sandwich before grabbing his own and sitting back with you on the bed.

“You did not just make me my grilled cheese!” you smiled at his sweetness

“Melted brie and sliced granny smith apples?” he asked, “I know how to treat you right babe” he winked at you which earned him an eyeroll but a thank you kiss on the cheek.

“God, how did I land such a sap like you.” you smiled, mood having improved 1000x

“I don’t know, I ask myself that every morning when you wake up with that beautiful bed head.”

“Hey!” you slap him lightly on the chest before leaning into his shoulder and snuggling up against him, “I love you”

His arm comes up and around your shoulders, snuggling you farther into his side, “minä rakastan sinua, I love you so much (Y/N)“

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Finnish translations (I don’t actually speak Finnish but I tried my best so if I screwed up feel free to correct me!): 

Mura - honey

minä rakastan sinua - I love you

anonymous asked:

Not a question about art but, is it possible to become friends with you??

ashdhf this is adorable anon wtf!! yeAH I’m up to making friends, you can message me any time!! Just warning if you’re an introvert conversation might be hard bc,,, I am also an introvert,, rip