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In the Flower Adventures AU, Flower goes to a universe where Sidney and Geno are A-list actors, Sidney mostly in romantic comedies, and Geno in action films playing the dark, broody leader of the pack who is usually drinking whiskey and kissing all the ladies. Recently, they were both in the hit movie, Wonder World, which Flower managed to get a copy of upon returning–

“So like, this is a ripoff of La La Land,” Jake says, looking at the cover up and down. 

“Do we have to watch this one?” Sidney moans. “You said it was going to be a normal movie night. You said you were bringing Jurassic World.”

“I vote for ripoff La La Land,” Olli says, and the rest of the team nods. Even Geno, hiding behind his beer.

“Babe,” Sidney pouts, turning to Geno.

“No puppy eyes,” Tanger says, throwing a cup at Sidney’s head. “I’ve never seen La La Land. Flower, play the movie.”

“But it’s not La La Land,” Sidney complains, until Geno quiets him with a kiss. 

Olli drunk cries when TV-Sidney starts singing at the piano with TV-Geno. Flower just whistles and goes, “Wow, Sidney. Nice pipes.” 

“Kiss him,” Hags shouts at the screen, as TV-Geno finishes at the piano, near the ending.

“I just heard you play,” TV-Sidney says, transfixed as he walks over to TV-Geno, “and I wanted to–”

They do kiss. The Pens cheer. Geno looks very smug.  Sidney is mortified and buries his face in Geno’s chest.   

(”Wait, wait,” Olli says as the credits roll. “They don’t get together? What the fuck? What the fuck?”

“If it makes you feel any better, the actors Sidney and Geno in that universe got engaged this summer because of the movie,” Flower starts, but Olli remains inconsolable.

Geno tries to sing City of Stars. Horny throws a handful of popcorn at him, groaning, “You’re ruining the movie. God, Geno. You’re really fucking awful.”) 

“just because we live in the land of the free doesn’t mean that we are free to do anything what we want” - alexi lalas on ussf requiring players to stand for the anthem

lovegoodz  asked:

lala my babe what are your unpopular opinions about the harry potter fandom?

omg. what aren’t they? nina, you know the right questions to ask. i’m literally so salty about everything in the books. tbh this is gonna turn more into an anti jkr post so if anyone is sensitive about rowling hate, scroll down.

  • jkr is such a terrible “feminist” as she calls herself, because she treats her female characters so poorly.
  • cho is just basically treated like shit because she’s soft and gentle? like, way to be a hypocrite, rowling (she called lewis a sexist for his treatment of susan and hasn’t even read the books and she’s literally doing the same exact shit).
  • she didn’t bat an eyelash when lavender brown, a explicitly described as black, was whitewashed in the films, it’s not like she treated lavender any better as she killed lavender off in the battle of hogwarts but there you go.
  • she hated and mistreated pansy just because she’s a nasty slytherin girl, like, that’s a child, have her grow up, have her learn from her mistakes, have her develop, who the hell hurt you so much that you can’t give a girl like pansy a redemption arc???
  • tonks deserved so much better but the fuck with that incest shit with her crushing on her cousin (in a pottermore story)?? like, damn, guess i know now where cc came up with her incest obsession.
  • the patil twins are basically ignored by rowling. they’re kind of there for woc brownie points but rowling couldn’t even be bothered to confirm whether the twins died or not at the end of the battle of hogwarts.
  • hermione is literally the worst. i hate hermione so much. she’s just so annoying and so high and mighty and it’s like, fuck off, nobody cares.
  • in the entire series there are about 15 poc characters (angelina johnson, alicia spinnet, bane the centaur, blaise zabini, cho, dean, duncan inglebee, fred weasley ii, gweong jones, kingsley shacklebolt, lavender brown, lee jordan, padma and parvati patil, and roxanne) and only a handful of them even have speaking lines. there are a total of 772 characters. only 15 have been worth being mentioned as poc, even less than that even have speaking roles. gonna let that speak for itself.
  • rowling literally fucking apologized for snape’s death and i’m like, the death of a white supremacist parallel, bullying, prejudiced, narrow-minded man who fucking hated kids that he worked with and didn’t give a damn about the child of the woman that he was fucking obsessed over (do not give me that “but he was james’s son so snape wasn’t obligated to like harry” bullshit, snape could totally have had harry close to him as his last tie to lily and could have tried to protect harry as that would have been lily’s wish). i understand that it’s tradition to apologize for some death on the anniversary of the war or whatever but maybe you should apologize for deaths of characters that weren’t such assholes???
  • also, the fact that rowling could give such a shitty guy a redemption arc (that a lot of people in the fandom fawn over!!!) yet draco, a child, was mistreated and straight up hated by rowling just because he grew up in a bigoted, close-minded household and didn’t know any better and ended up in slytherin and only continued to follow voldemort out of fear for voldie and his father and he’s such a great and three-dimensional character yet rowling constantly hates him for ????? being a slytherin???
  • which, like, what the fuck is up with rowling and hating on slytherins?? she acts like they’re terrible people yet gave us some pretty complex characters coming out of that house and it’s like, if your intent was to make us hate slytherin just because you do, it didn’t work.
  • the goblins are heavily coded as jewish and just the fact that literally the only jewish rep in the entire series are a bunch of goblins that work in banks just blows. my. fucking. mind. wow. as if jewish people haven’t experienced enough antisemitism in europe as it is now they’re gross and greedy goblins. yup. rowling is great.
  • how is it that draco, a child who is so very obviously suffering from depression, is seen as evil and terrible because of his mental illness (because his depression is what makes him “go crazy” and paranoia is a punchline to rowling) yet everyone who had to spend 12 years in azkaban (who all happen to be her favorite characters) and had to go through a shit ton of terrible crap somehow come out perfect and unaffected. like, not only is that a gross display of ableism but an insane lack of understanding of anything psychological. and, sirius, the only person who even displayed a small amount of mental instability was killed off so. ableism.
  • i am so mad about dumbledore. what the fuck, rowling, what the fuck? rowling is nowhere near being an ally as literally her only hp books character (i’ll talk about fantastic beasts in a mo) that’s confirmed as gay was confirmed so several years later in an interview (as if rita skeeter wouldn’t have figured that shit out asap??) and he’s an evil dude because of the fact that he’s gay and rowling explains his rejection of his homosexuality as being asexual and like, that’s not how it fucking works, rowling. first, you can’t turn off your sexuality like that, and second, asexuality isn’t just what you call being celibate or whatever.
  • the fact that werewolves are supposed to represent hiv+ gays. oh. my. g o d. wha t  t h e  f u ck???? what the fuck is that? oh my g o d. i can’t even handle this. i’m going to the next bullet point because the homophobia is destroying my soul.
  • gonna continue with the homophobia with the fact that rowling has a gay character in fantastic beasts that’s a fucking piece of shit and a total abuser and oh, look at that, played by an abuser. and little miss “i don’t support aggressors” literally supported an abuser playing the character. like. oh my god. look, i never gave a rat’s patootie about johnny depp or amber heard before the abuse allegations came out but olivia benson taught me better than to veer on the side of the alleged abuser just because he’s famous and the victim is bisexual and settled the court case with money.
  • eurocentrism is a real thing and rowling just seems to love to show that off. how the fuck are you gonna tell me that in the entire world there would be 11 wizarding schools and 3 of them would be in europe?? you know what, how the fuck are you gonna tell me that europe itself would have only 3 schools??? do you not understand that europe, the home of nationalism, would have almost one school per fucking country?? do you not understand that most of the european countries turn their nose in the air to each other because they all think that they’re better than each other and that they wouldn’t all totally have their own schools??? maybe benelux would share their own school, the uk would share their own school (although don’t doubt that the scottish would say a big fuck you to england and block all of the non-scottish kids out of hogwarts and force the rest of the uk to make their own new school at some point), and a few other places would share but literally do not tell me that spain, who cannot stand france, would share a fucking school with the french. like, i know a lot of hp fans are american but xenophobia in europe is a big thing. racism isn’t as big a deal as xenophobia (racism still exists, but it’s not a big an issue as it is in the u.s. as europe is predominately white unlike the u.s. which is super mixed)
  • but, on to the other wizarding schools. don’t tell me that latin america would have one fucking school for all of latin america. like, do you not understand that latin america is a mix of spanish, indigenous, african, and asian with different forms of ancient practices and brujeria that wouldn’t mix well with each other??? brazil doesn’t even fucking speak spanish!!!!!! brazil, with it’s large ass population of portuguese-speakers would need their own school while the caribbean would need their own school (if not two, because don’t tell me that a school full of cubans, puerto ricans, and dominicans wouldn’t be fucking insane and need to be divided), mexico would probably need their own school, and central and south american would need at least two other schools. and that’s just latin america. you can imagine how many schools asia would need what with most of southeast asia not being able to share a school (china and north korea would definitely have their own schools, don’t fight me), south asia having completely different practices than southeast, and the middle east would have to divide several schools between each other. and africa would need several schools. and australians??? jk never even mentioned them if i remember correctly????
  • eurocentrism mixed in with cultural appropriation and straight up racism is what i call ilvermorny. how the fuck are you gonna tell me that white racists are gonna be okay with sending their kids over to a school of native american magic. no, actually, how the fuck are you gonna tell me that native americans are gonna be okay with sharing their magic? magic that is so sacred and has so many rules and isn’t some fucking fictional fantasy to actual native americans but is complete reality to them??? and they’re going to be totally okay with a bunch of white people (people who’s ancestors committed mass genocides full of native americans because they wanted fucking land and power and gold and gave no fucks for the real human beings that were the natives because they weren’t apparently civilized and therefor weren’t real human beings) coming and putting a school where sacred native magic is taught in boston of all places??? rowling, you didn’t even try to research this shit.
  • boston wouldn’t even be where the new england wizarding school would be in. it would be in fucking salem, massachusetts. fight me if you disagree but i will fight back so hard on that shit. midwest would have its own school. the south would have one. texas would have its own school because fuck texas, nobody wants them. and florida would have its own school because where the fuck are we in?? the south?? north cuba?? who fucking knows. and let’s not forget louisianna would have its own school and the african americans in the north would have their own school too and asians in the u.s.??? their own schools. and the native americans would have a shit ton of smaller schools because there are different tribes with different histories and some wouldn’t be able to share a school because of those differences like in asia.
  • and canada would have two schools because fuck you if you think that french canadians (read: quebec) would willingly share a school with english canadians and don’t tell me that canada wouldn’t have tried pushing everyone into one school where the question of “what about french-speakers? what about us catholics? we’re magicians but we’re still good french catholics and we’re sure as hell not practicing protestantism”. and actually, i’m wrong. it would be three schools as indigenous people in canada fucking exist.
  • i’m done with the school shit (not done but at least on this post). like, okay, tell me how the fuck fantastic beasts takes place in harlem yet even the fucking extras are a bunch of crackers? i’m sorry jk, i didn’t realize that the jazz age wasn’t led by black people and that harlem hasn’t been hsitorically black. thank you, a white english woman, for teaching me that. thank you very much.
  • how the fuck is it that we have native american-based magic being used and yet not one single fucking native american in the entire movie? tell me. i want a good ass explanation for that shit because so far the only one i’m thinking of is that rowling just supports cultural appropriation.
  • how the fuck is it that newt schammander is seen as an angel when he literally was the one to begin werewolf oppression? oppression of the people that are supposed to be hiv+ gays??
  • an abuse victim is literally turned into a fucking monster and then killed. i cannot fathom this shit.
  • the film is supposed to be a parallel to racism yet cracker cast.

i think i’m done for now. now excuse me as i go scream because i just can’t. fight me on anything but i swear to god i am pissed and i will not be kind. i am done with jk rowling’s horseshit. absolute horseshit.

Help Me Get The Girl Part 5 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hi! It took me forever to finish this because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn’t sure of how to get there!  Luckily I got where I needed to go and this is where everything is truly going to start taking off.  I hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

I was dreading the next day, knowing that Grayson and I were going to have to face each other.  I had stayed up on the phone with Ethan, crying over something I couldn’t understand, and he never asked me to explain; he comforted me and listened to my hiccups through each sob.

My car was full functioning now so I was able to bring Theo and I to school for the first time in weeks.  When Theo jumped out of the car he was instantly called over by a boy and girl that I had never seen before.  He beamed at them, his hand waving back and forth in the air.  He turned to me and smiled before jogging off to join them. It was nice to know that he had found friends to hang out with, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell me about them.  Theo and I had a very open relationship; we always told each other everything.

Walking past them still smiling, I made my way into the school.  It was a bit odd because Grace was usually waiting for me right outside the door, but this time she was nowhere to be found.  Shrugging it off, I headed through the doors and straight to my locker.  Grace wasn’t there either so I was starting to wonder if she stayed at home.  Grace would normally let me know when she was staying home, so to me this whole situation was odd.

I whipped my backpack so that it was now resting against the front of my body. My hand was fishing through it for my phone when a burst of laughter from two familiar voices caught my attention. My eyes instantly snapped up to find Grayson and Grace walking in my direction.  Her arm was wrapped through his, her fingers dancing against his skin. His eyes were trained on her with admiration, the most genuine smile spread across his face.  Who knew that after mentioning him once she would hop on the Grayson train and become the conductor.

The pulled to a stop at my locker, still looking into each other’s eyes.  It was not cute and was super annoying.  I stood there waiting for them to say something, do something, or at least look at me.  It was like I was watching some cheesy chick-flick that was in the $3 bin at Walmart.

“Do you guys need something?” I snapped them from their dream world.  I had been in the school for all of 2 minutes and I was already irritable.

Grace giggled, “Sorry, we came to say hi but Grayson told me about your freak out at the pond in the forest and his interpretation of you was hilarious.”

I opened the filing cabinet in my brain, trying to find what she was talking about.  I didn’t remember freaking out at the pond.  If he’s referring to being splashed, that wasn’t a freak out.

“What freak out?” I questioned.

Grace unhooked herself from Grayson, “Don’t touch me!  I don’t want you to touch me!” she mocked.  “Since when do you do that?  It’s Grayson, what did you think he was going to do?” she laughed. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to be mean.  It was Grace; we laughed about stuff like this all the time.  But, this time it was different.  I was embarrassed and couldn’t even look Gray in the eye.  He didn’t know why I behaved like that, but I didn’t appreciate him making fun of me just to impress her.

I faked a smile, my lips tight in frustration, “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I drifted off into LaLa Land or something.” I put my backpack in my locker, pulling out the books that I would need for class.  “Anyway, I have to get to class.  Have you seen Ethan?  We usually walk together.”

Grayson’s smile faltered, slowly morphing into a flat lined face, “He stopped into Ms. Evan’s classroom to talk to her about extra credit.”

“Thanks, Gray.” I muttered as I tried to pass them.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed my arm.  “We still need to talk.” He whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, “Then talk.” My petty ass was over the day already and just wanted to get away from these two love birds.

“You know we can’t right now.” He growled, leaning in closer to me.

“Then find me later.  I’m going to class.” With that I walked away, my focus on finding Ethan and hiding my face for the rest of the day.

I made my way to Ms. Evan’s room, but I found myself being stopped by the person I cared for least in this world…

Jordan Kooser.

Jordan Kooser who has been catcalling me since I was 15.

Jordan Kooser who has asked me out on a date 25 times.

Jordan Kooser who sent me an unwanted dick pic.

Jordan Kooser who Grayson thought I lost my virginity to.

Jordan Kooser who was the biggest egotistical maniac you will ever meet.

“Hey, Y/n.  Looking hot as usual.” He put his arm across me, placing it against the lockers so that I couldn’t continue to walk.  “You’d look even better with me on your side.”

I sighed, my face turning away from him, “I don’t know about that, Jordan.”

“Look, baby, just one date.  You, me, tonight—the movies.” He licked his lower lip before bringing it between his teeth, trying to seduce me.

“Jordan, we’ve been through this before, I’m not interested.  Sorry.” I tried to move around him only to have him step in my path.

He let out a sadistic chuckle, “I don’t think you understand,” he leaned in closer, “I’m done chasing after you like a puppy, I’m taking what I want, now. You and I are going to the movies tonight.  Got it?”

“No.” I deadpanned.  “I’m not going anywhere with you.  It’s not my fault that you can’t take a hint.  Now get out of my way before I kick you in the balls.”  I kept eye contact with him the whole time I spoke. No one, and I mean no one was going to try to control me.

“Listen here…”

“She doesn’t want your pencil dick, Kooser.  Move along!” Ethan’s voice rang out.  He hooked his arm around my shoulders and began to guide me away from him. “Go stare at yourself in the mirror some more pretty boy.  Y/n and I are going to go make out in the janitor’s closet.”

I hid my red cheeked face into his shoulder trying to stifle a laugh.  He squeezed me closer as he continued to walk us towards our English class.  As sure as I was that I would have gotten out of that situation damage free as I usually do, I was happy that Ethan was there to help me out.  Kooser always managed to backdown when Ethan was around.  And though Ethan was smaller than him Jordan was still a bit intimidated by him.

“Thanks, E.” I said as we entered the classroom, taking our seats that were right inside the door.

“Anytime.  Kooser is a creep and needs to learn when he’s not wanted.” He explained. “Oh!  By the way, Gray and I are having a get together tonight so it’s expected that you come.”

I rolled my eyes, “Every time you say you’re having a get together, it’s a party. I’m not dealing with a party on a school night.”

“It’s not a party, I promise.” He held his hands up.  My face mimicked his, sarcasm nearly seeping through my skin. “It’s not!  It’s just a gathering.”

Sure, Ethan… a gathering.


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For the first time ever, Ethan didn’t lie.  There were only a few of us at their place sitting around the fire pit. Grace and I were sat next to each other, across from us Carter Tenpa (a friend of Gray and E’s) and his girlfriend Erika Clark.  Grayson and Ethan were inside getting drinks with the help of Logan who was in our English class with us.

Needing to use the restroom, I dismissed myself right as Ethan and Logan were returning with our drinks.  Ethan offered to set mine next to my spot so that I had it when came back out.  Seeing Grayson still at the kitchen counter gathering a few things, I tried my best to move through the house quietly to remain unseen.

“Y/n!” he called out to me.  It was like he had a sixth sense because I was quiet as a mouse.

“Grayson!” I called back a bit to cheery.  I immediately mentally scolded myself for being so obvious.  “How are you?”  my voice was a bit shaky.

“You would know if you hadn’t avoided me all day.” He glared at me.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” I lied.

Bothered, his face was expressionless, showing me that he could read me like a book.  “You were avoiding me.  We need to talk.  Not only about the Grace situation, but also about what’s going through your head.”

“Can’t.  Going to the bathroom.” I started to walk away.

“Meet me in my room after.” He demanded, his voice full of authority.

“Fine!  Gosh!” I shouted like a child as I walked up the stairs to use the restroom conveniently located across from his bedroom.

I took my sweet time going to the restroom even though I was done within a minute.  I stretched out washing my hands for 3 minutes like the professional procrastinator that I am.  Once I finally decided that I needed to face him, I exited the restroom and went straight into his room.

He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands.  I leaned against the doorframe, not quite willing to enter. His head lifted, his eyes drifting towards me.  He started to stand up, but once I started to move closer to him he sat back down. Hesitantly, I sat next to him on the bed, leaving a few inches between the two of us.

“Forget talking about Grace.  What’s going on with you?” his voice was full of sincerity.  

I huffed, “Nothing’s going on.  I’m just tired.”

“You’re not just tired.” He raised his voice.  “You’re mad at me!  Why are you mad at me?” he stood up, facing me.

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n!” he cut me off.  “You’re lying to me and I don’t appreciate it!”

“AND I DON’T APPRECIATE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME FOR WHAT I SAID AT THE POND!” I shouted.

“IT WASN’T A BIG DEAL, Y/N!”

“It is though!” I whispered, trying not to cry.  “You used making fun of me to gain brownie points with her.  That wasn’t part of the deal!”

He threw his arms up, “You’re being sensitive.”

“I may be being sensitive, but does that make it okay?” I asked in disbelief.

His eyes focused on the floor, guilt washing over his face.  Grayson was always one to admit when he made a mistake. This time it took him a bit longer than usual, but he was accepting that what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I just wanted to make her laugh.  I wanted her to smile because of me and it just kind of came out.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I would never purposely hurt you.” He stepped closer to my now standing body.  “I’m sorry that I took your smile away today.”

“Ethan gave me a new one.” I teased, my mood lifting a bit.

He let out a deep sigh, “By the way, I am sorry about that whole situation. I had no right to react like that. I don’t even know why I was mad to be honest.”

“You’re right.  You didn’t.” I stated in return.

“And I apologize.” He sent me a small smile.  That smile could make me melt.  The warmth I experienced at the pond with him started to move through my body again, this time without physical contact.  I instinctively took a step back, my vulnerable heart building up a wall as it did the last time.  “Are you okay?” he stepped forward, causing me to take another step back.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head trying to break myself out of it.  “I’m fine.”

He grabbed my hand, “You seem unsure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” I pulled my shaky hand from his.  “I’m going to head back down.” I told him, but I still didn’t move.  It was like I was frozen in my place.

“Stay, talk to me.  This isn’t the Y/n I know.” He was trying so hard to be gentle with me and all I wanted to do was retreat, retreat, retreat.  As I started to back out of the room, he continued to follow me.  But the further I moved away, the more he slowed down.

“Let’s go join everyone.  Grace is down there!  She’s been talking about this movie she wants to see, maybe tonight you can ask her to go with you!” I started to ramble, wanting to remove myself from the situation.

“Y/n, stop!” he shouted.  “I told you this isn’t about Grace right now!  It’s about you!”

“I don’t care, Grayson!  I want to join everyone else!  Tonight is supposed to be fun not some soap opera.  Quit worrying about my dramatic ass and let’s go have a good time!” I took a deep breath, “Please.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He looked so upset that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go.

“I am happy!  I’m happy because I’m with my friends, and my brother is safe, and my family loves me. I have so many reasons to be happy. You’re reading too into things and it’s making me anxious.  If we could just return to our normal selves—that’d be great.” I pleaded, trying to bring this conversation to a close.

Finally he caved in, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I clapped my hands together, “Then we’re set!  You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone else is happy!  We are a happy bunch of goons!”

He finally let out a laugh, his arms wrapping around me for a hug.  He caught me off guard, but I suppressed my feelings that told me to run away and held it together.  I gave him a quick squeeze and as we pulled back I received the ultimate surprise.

Grayson placed his hands on the sides of my face, pulled me in, and planted a small kiss against my lips.  We both separated wide-eyed, jaws dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“What the fuck?” Grayson asked himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” another voice called from behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Ethan Grant Dolan.




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Imagine dating Sam and quarreling with Dean like siblings

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean

Wc: No idea (between 200/300)

Warnings: None

A/N: I’ve had this one on my draft folder for like a month and I decided to post it today… Tags under the cut.

Originally posted by winchester-bait

Originally posted by break-free-from-yourself

Imagine dating Sam and quarreling with Dean like siblings


Heading back to the bunker after a successful hunt with the boys is has to be one of the best in the world,that and purposely doing things you know Dean hates 

“Hey, hey! Muddy boots off the seat!” He adjusts the rearview mirror you snort as you get the reaction you were waiting for, but roll your eyes at him all the same.

After kicking your shoes off you show your socked feet to him by putting them on the back of the front seat. “Jeez, take your stinky feet from my face,” Dean exaggerates and pushes you with his elbow.

“I don’t stink!” you retort, taking one foot to your face, the smell hits you before you reach your nose. “Ugh. Dibs on the shower as soon as we got to the bunker.”

Dean opens his mouth to argue deciding to give you the evil eye instead. Sam gets in the car last, taking his spot on passenger seat and shutting the door. You lean forward and place a kiss on the back of his ear which makes him smile and you can finally relax. 

One of Dean’s old tunes blast through the speakers as soon as  baby roars back to life and since you don’t get a say in the music selection you start to loudly sing along, just to mess up with the driver. 

There’s no rule for that…

“Come on baby, don’t fear the reaper

Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper

We’ll be able to fly, don’t fear the reaper

Baby I’m your man”

And of course the whole verse is off tune.

“Y/N?” Dean tries to say above the music but maybe you cannot hear him.

“La, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la, la”

“Y/N!!” he shouts.

“What?” you stop singing and sit up to hear him better.

“Don’t you ever quit your day job, sweetheart,” he jokes

“What’s that supposed to mean?” with both arms hanging from the back of the seat you get closer to him.

“I mean, stick to hunting. It suits you better.”

“Don’t you think I’m a good singer,” you ask sarcastically, adding a little pout.

“Umm… Nope”

You scoff, and turn towards his brother. “Saam” you whine looking at him.

“What,” Sam asks, distracted by the ancient lore book he got to keep.

“Babe, do you think my singing is great?”

“Yeah, baby I think you’re the best at everything!” he answers with a big smile and his eyes quickly go back to the book.

You then stare at Dean, cocky smirk on your lips.

“No, he doesn’t count. He’s your boyfriend. He’d say anything while you’re putting out to him.”

“Ew, Dean! Anyway I know you love my singing. You’re just jealous, because you don’t have my amazing voice, right Sam?” Sam nods sticking by your side as always and you give his brother a wide grin.

“Yeah Y/N you caught me… I wish I could kill every song like you!” Dean says rolling his eyes and focusing back on the road.

“That’s right, no one can kill songs like she does.“ Sam agrees without realizing what he’s saying.

"Sam!” you shout and smack his arm.

“Ha I knew it!” Dean chuckles.

"But I mean it in a good way, babe!” Sam tries to fix it.

“You better!” You roll your eyes, “Wanna make it up to me when we get back and jumo in the shower?” You bite your lowe lip suggestively. Sam nods with too much enthusiasm. 

Dean shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath while you llean back singing the whole ride back to the bunker.


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Also, can I say … poor Ohya?

Like, her personality isn’t bad by any means but her romance and abilities are so… lacking… that she only got two votes on the favorite confidant/cooperation character poll in the new P5 Maniax book. 

I feel bad for her, she deserved better :( (guess her Yukiko voice softened me to her a little?)

(compared to her, Lala is the favorite NPC - I believe? - which is just awesome <3)

Y'all I'm shaking

The shit that is happening in Charlottesville is fucking awful. I’m caught between a complete and utter lack of hope and downright straight up depression. I know this ain’t kallura and some of y'all don’t want to see this because fandom is the place where people can escape from real world problems but today I’m tired y'all I’m so damn tired. I’m praying for those people.