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maddkat98  asked:

If I were to hire Buttons and Jimmie to pull off the biggest heist in commonwealth history, could I expect the job to get done?

(sorry for not replying to RP stuff much, @jimmy-exodus, I am trying to keep up and watch the events unfold regardless! This post broke my heart though…)

Unpretty

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word count: 2475

Warnings: body insecurities, verbally abusive relationship, smut, severely fluffy Jensen, cussing, i think that’s it. let me know if there is more please!

Request: Unpretty by TLC with Jensen x Reader from @mysteriouslyme81

A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this, it’s hands down the quickest I have ever written anything because I was so into it. I don’t care who you are, we all have had some sort of insecurity at some point in our life. I hope this is a way for whoever may be struggling with this to learn to accept themselves and if you are in a toxic relationship, you can do so much better. You are all beautiful!! Thanks yall! As always thank you to my forever beta @avasmommy224

It was your second week working as an extra on the show Supernatural. Your boyfriend was beyond unsupportive, he always told you that you were never good enough to be an actress. You weren’t skinny enough for this role or too skinny for that role. You would get an offer for a part and as excited as you were to get his opinion, he always had something negative to say. This time it was for a love interest of Dean Winchester’s. You were a vamp that he’d met in a bar a few episodes behind but you slipped out of the bar when you found out that he was a hunter.

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My Reactions To The BMP Characters

Since you guys seemed to really like the SLBP reaction post I made, I decided to make another one. xD

Wilfred

Before: Ehhh he’s kinda basic and his eyes are creep-

OH


WAIT WHY IS HE


HE’S EATING THE BOOTY LIKE GROCERIES THIS EARLY WHAT


okay he got cockblocked thank god


After: *Bought all of his routes in the non PARTY version and is disappointed when he doesn’t frickle frackle with the MC two seconds into an episode*

How


How did this happen

Keith

Before: He’s too much tsun not enough dere me no likey

After: I love you but when you sing it sounds like satan screeching stop

Roberto

Before: His pickup lines make my eyes roll back into my head speaking of eyes his are fREAKING HUGE but he’s my wingman so it’s coo


After: YOU POOR THING I’LL BE YOUR MOMMY FROM NOW ON

if you’ll be my daddy

Joshua

Before: WELL WELL AREN’T YOU JUST A LIL BITCH


After: YOU ARE SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL AND YOU LOVE RICE BALLS MORE THAN ME BUT IDGAF


Glenn


Before: omfg he has a little brother and his eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen omggg I’m dead already


After: hE’S A CHILDHOOD FRIEND, HAS A LITTLE BROTHER, AND IS AN AWKWARD TURTLE LIKE ME IT’S A THREE WAY COMBO I’M SHOOK

Edward


Before: You’re so niceee tho, I like the assholes I like your hair boner tho

After: YOU ARE TOO INTENSE FOR MY SOUL MAN OPRAH AIN’T GOT NOTHIN ON YOU 


Claude


Before: I hate you I hate you I hATE YOU KILL THIS PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE BITCH WITH FIRE


After: 


You 


You weren’t supposed to be nice


You were supposed to be a dick


How did I end up liking you


You pullin some voodoo shit on my ass I swear


Does your prince/gay lover know that you are playing around with black magic sir


Alberto


Before:  You look like every male teacher I have ever had TEACH YOUR PRINCE/SON/DOGE BETTER PICKUP LINES MISTER HE HAS NO GAME

After: Your relationship with Robbie is 10/10 me and my mom except her tracking device is way better get on her level Al


Luke

Before: Stop sucking up to your douchey prince and love me like I love your fabulous hair


After: YOU’RE SUCH AN ADORABLE LITTLE CHICKEN NUGGET I WANT  TO SAVE YOU FROM THE ABUSE KEITH IS GIVING YOU #PRAYFORLUKE


Jan


Before: I think you’re the first butler I’ve seen who isn’t screaming, blushing, or being a bitch YES I’M STARING AT YOU CLAUDE FUCK YOU CLAUDE


After: Okay okay but how do I know if he’s being friendly or lowkey wants to pin me down on the table and sit on my face I’m good either way js


Yu


Before: YES A LOVE TRIANGLE FIGHT OVER ME BOYS AND SUFFER


After: I UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN BUT STOP TRYNA TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY BB GLENN HE IS MY HUSBAND WE ARE GETTING MARRIED AND WE’RE GOING TO HAVE CHIPOTLE BOWLS INSTEAD OF A WEDDING CAKE


Louis


Before: Eh he’s kind of boring and he, Claude, and Yu seem to be long lost triplets


After: HOW AR EYOU SO PRECIOUS LOOKING AT YOU JUST CLEANSES MY SOUL WHERE WERE YOU WHEN JESUS WAS REINCARNATED WHY ARE YOU NOT JESUS YOU’RE SO PURE I CAN’T


Zain


Before: ZAYN MALIK WHO oh wow ur hot

After: oh wow ur hot and you have mommy issues








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caitrose899  asked:

I just wanted to say I am in love with your art and your OCs. They're amazing and your amazing! But also, in my game I came across a raider that looked an awful lot like buttons and I was just curious if buttons has come across any doppelgängers in his travels?

Thank you! <3

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A Simple Knock |3|

Originally posted by jeonbase


Part 1 | Part 2 | Final

All weekend you wait for Taehyung’s appearance outside your window, but he never comes. You send countless texts to him only to be met with a ‘read’ button before it’s obvious that he turns the read receipts off. He’s ignoring you, and your worst nightmares are coming true. Your best friend, your favorite person, the guy you never would have imagined capable of hurting you is doing just that. You can handle awkward, you can handle an intense conversation about what happened between the two of you, but what you can’t handle is silence, especially from such a loquacious and bubbly person.

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His fingers tugged at the collar of the shirt, sliding along the material as he sucked deep purple bruises into her neck, other hand cupping her cheek, fingers holding just below her ear as he bit and licked at the sensitive skin. “Are you wearing anything under this?” His voice was deep, rasping and she shook just as the sound of it, his hot breath fanning across her skin.

“No, I wasn’t expecting you home so soon, I hadn’t finished getting ready yet.” She whispered, words stuttered and moaned as he trailed both his hands to her chest, cupping her breasts roughly through the dress shirt and squeezing harshly. His fingers found the seam, slipping his fingers in between where the buttons met and tearing it open, disregarding the sound of the plastic falling to the ground.

A loud gasp left her lips, her back slamming into the wall. His hands followed, a resounding slap sounding through the room as he leaned down, eyes fierce, and a fire burned behind them. A fire of both arousal and anger, lust and passion. His lips slammed into hers, catching her off guard, but before she could tangle her hands into the grown out hair of the man, he caught them. Pinning her wrists so harshly above her head she winced, but he didn’t care and neither did she, a pleading moan leaving her mouth and into his as he smirked.

#134 - For milaridaught & anonymous x2

Filling three very similar prompts “Can you do one where van was talking to another girl which results in REALLY REALLY good make-up sex” from @milaridaught, “making peace (having a kinda cute sex i guess?) w/ Van after one of us (or both, idk) being jealous bc of someone else” from anonymous, and “you’re at a party with the band and then you see van talking to a girl and you get a little jealous so go outside for some air and bondy follows you out and you have a ciggie and talk to him about it and ask if vans ever cheated and he reassures you and tells you how much he loves you etc.” from anonymous


Van was in that white shirt. It was the one he was wearing when you’d met; only half buttoned up, his dad’s necklace hanging between his collarbones. The first time you slept together he was wearing it too. It was stuck to his skin, all transparent from sweat. You’d pulled him straight off stage and into the tour bus. You’d been holding the same shirt in your hands a few weeks later when Van appeared in the doorway of the laundry. Halfway through doing your combined washing, he was standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression. “I love you,” he said for the first time, out of nowhere.

Van was in the white shirt that was special, although you didn’t know if he realised it was so symbolic. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have worn it to the party if he’d planned on flirting with half the girls there. You sat on a couch between Bob and a stranger. The music was too loud to hold proper conversation, so you chewed the straw in your drink and watched Van. He was making his way around the room, shaking hands and hugging people. Sociable and charismatic, even if he stayed put in one location, people would find him. Despite not knowing what he was saying to the people, to the girls, you just knew he was flirting. You could tell by the way they laughed at what he was saying. The way he tilted his head at them and smiled.

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To all Aces in the LGBTA+ Community

I made a post about this earlier but I would like to restate- that seriously- block Aphobes!!!
Do not engage. If you see an aphobe reblog someone’s post, block the username. Imagine if everyone in the ace community just blocked the Aphobes. It wouldn’t matter if they existed or not- we can’t see their posts!! We deal with enough aphobia outside of tumblr, but on tumblr we can block people! Let’s use this tool!
Don’t legitimize their schoolyard insults. Block them!!
Your are not weak for preserving your mental health! Use the block button.
Also when you respond to an aphobe- their reply is what is seen on their blog for their followers to see. THAT is what gets shared, their aphobic response is what gets reblogged, it doesn’t even matter if you had a more intelligent response to their argument, their followers don’t see it. It’s the aphobia which gets spread unintentionally. Don’t give them the ammo. Don’t give them a platform for hate. Block them. Silence them. Don’t dignify their tantrums with responses.
When you see an aphobe in passing, block them. When you see an aphobe on your own posts- block them. If you get an aphobe in the anons off your inbox, delete the message and turn of anon so you can block them later if they try again.
Silence them. You are worth more than the hate you receive. Aces are LGBTA+. Aces exist. Aces can use the split attraction model if they want, because the SAM is a good describer for some, or they can choose to not to. ALL aces are ace, including the cisgender heteroromantic aces.
BTW if any argument attempts are made in the reblog- you will be met with a block button! Those who reblog this please also abide by this. Let’s stop legitimizing their arguments by dignifying them with responses. Block them!
Stay safe lovelies~

EDIT: Just blocked my first person!! Also a common argument I see is “if you have to block LGBT people to remain in the LGBTA+ community then that’s pretty cringy” but like most non tumblir LGBTA+ folk are ace inclusive. Like tumblir is a unique experience. This stuff isn’t stuff you are gonna really find out engaging in the LGBTA+ community. Block these tumblr assholes. Don’t let them make you feel bad for doing it.

anonymous asked:

You are literally the most interesting person I follow on anything

Ur other people need to step up their game @everyone else start amassing stories involving attempted kidnappings and knowing how to tell bleach from windex from pine-sol and scandalous meetings in Chinese food restaurants in completely foreign countries like me.

The Button

Request: *squeals* The x Hercules fic was so cute! I literally felt my insides melt 💓 I know you’re busy, but if you can, can you do a crackfic reader x HamilSquad with “it could be worse”, “it looks like we’ll be trapped for a while”, “the sign said not to push it, so naturally I had to push it”? Merci beaucoup, mon cher~ 😘

TW: I don’t think any but let me know if there is one.

A/N: I wasn’t really sure how to approach this one but I had a lot of fun writing it! Don’t be afraid to send me a request my ask box is open!!! Love y’all tons <333

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Walking around New York City with your friends on a Sunday with beautiful weather was generally an ideal situation. You always enjoyed being friends with the lovable yet eccentric Alex, turtle-loving John, everyone’s favorite Frenchman Lafayette, and Hercules the not so Greek hero who had a heart of gold. However there were some days you wished that being friends with them was slightly more normal.

It all started out perfectly ordinary. The five of you were walking down some sidewalk or other when Alex stopped, his eyes lit up like Christmas lights. “Oohh! What’s this?” he squealed. He pushed past you and ran towards a platform with a big red button on it.

The five of you all crowded around the platform curiously. “I’m gonna touch it!” Alex announced and reached out to slam his palm down on the button. Before contact was made, Hercules had grabbed his arm.

“Alex,” he chided, “it says do not. So do not.” Herc was always the reasonable one in your group.

“But Hercules,” Lafayette whined, “I want to see what it does. His thick French accent mingled with his forced baby voice made him almost impossible to understand a word he said.

“Laf, as curious as we all are don’t you think it could be… I don’t know… dangerous?” you asked.

“Dude it’s probably just one of those reverse psychology things to make you press the button,” John said nudging Alex’s hand over the button again.

“My point still stands: do not press the button,” Hercules said and shook his head.

“I’m gonna push it,” Alex repeated and slammed his hand down onto the button. This was met by cries of objection from Herc and you as well as cheers from John and Laf. The minute Alex’s hand met the offending button, the ground opened up beneath you dropping you into a cellar with no windows. The five of you crash landed into piles of hay on the ground.

Hercules turned to Alex and grumbled, “I told you not to hit that button”

“Well I’m sorry! The sign said not to push it so naturally I had to push it.” Alex attempted to defend himself. (It wasn’t going too well).

John was running around and pushing on the walls trying to move them. He even tried jumping up to hit the ceiling but it was too high for him to reach. “It looks like we’ll be trapped here for a while” he groaned giving up on finding an escape route.

“Mes amies, I have no cell reception in this dungeon,”  Lafayette cried reaching his phone up to the sky. “How will we call for help?!”

“Laf, stop panicking. We’ll get out,” you said. You then turned to Alex. “Since you’re the genius who got us in here you’re going to use that brain of yours to get us out. Start thinking, Hamilton.” You concluded your spiel with a light smack on the back of Alex’s head.

He winced and gave a shy smile. “You know, it could be worse…” he mumbled.

“How could anything be worse than this?!” Lafayette wailed, his dramatic side was coming out.

“We could be here with Jefferson,” Alex said with a smug smile, thinking that he had won.

There was a pause of silence before Herc, John, Laf, and you all yelled, “SHUT UP ALEX.”

Alex scooted away and threw his hands in the air, “Okay! Okay! Sorry! Thinking now!”

“You better be.”

Tying the Knot!

[DOMESTIC LIFE SERIES]

Marriage you have learned was hard.

Once you strip of that weeks of honeymoon and hopping from one country to another, scattered clothes around the hotel room, bedsheets always strewn apart once dawn came in and the outside light illuminating his face as your eyes slowly fluttered close a smile permanent on your lips until the next day. You have come to realise that sex, honeymoon and being in love was easy. The hard part came in when you have to start doing chores and you have to buy groceries and deciding who should do the dishes today because- I did it twice yesterday, oh but I did the whole of last week since you weren’t here, that doesn’t count!

It was much harder when your husband was Jay Park.

He always had excuses when it was his time to do the chores- oh but baby my feet hurt, I worked out too much at the gym last night, I got back late last night please let me sleep.

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Title: Twisted Love

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean seaking you out once he becomes a demon because, even in his twisted way he feels a pull towards you. What he felt as a human. Love.

Read Part 1 here!

A/n: I decided to write some more for the heck of it. Sorry it took time!

“And you are coming with me.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep your eyes from widening “Something tells me I don’t have a choice huh?”

A smirk formed on his lips and you were scared for a moment that he’d flash his black eyes and you’d catch yourself backing away in an instant “Aren’t you always the smart one (Y/n)?” he ended up grinning, tilting his head to the side.

“Alright-” you took in a deep breath, maybe this was your way of getting him back; the old Dean the one you fell head over heels in love with “Just- just let me take my things and-” you tried to keep your cool although your heart was hammering inside your chest.

“Oh no, no we ain’t got time for that sweetheart. We’re leaving, now.” he grabbed your arm, in a firm grip, and before you could react to say anything everything changed around you and blinking you stumbled back.

“Wh-what? Where the heck are we?” you looked around you as he let go of you. You slipped completely from his arms and let out a gasp once you felt the cold rain pour down on you.

Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes “As much as I’d love to in the past, this ain’t the time for romance sweetheart.” he turned to look at you and you clenched your jaw.

“I asked where the heck are we?” you wrapped your arms around yourself and looked around you, your hair sticking to your face because of the rain.

“My motel room. I am grabbing my stuff and then we’re on the road sweetheart.” he flashed you a grin that unlike every other time now gave you the chills.

“So you take them and I couldn’t?” you glared at him and he shrugged.

“Princess you know I couldn’t have you taking any of them, especially your phone with you. I am a demon, not stupid.” he smirked and you swallowed thickly. Of course he’d know, of course he’d realize it and of course he’d do anything to prevent it.

“You don’t want Sam to get you because you know he’ll try everything to turn you back to yourself. What tells you I won’t try the same?”

His smile dropped and a calm, too creepily calm, expression took over his features “Because you have feelings for me.” he said just as softly and you took in a sharp breath “And black eyes or not, you’d much rather have me alive than do anything that would hurt me. We both know it princes.” he shrugged, looking at you with such a relaxed expression it made your entire body temperature rise despite you standing in the rain.

Dean could always read you so well, like an open book and for most part you let him. You always felt at home with him and trusted him with everything but he never said the things he read out loud. He never used them against you either. Much less… that. Hell, you doubted he even knew it in the first place.

“Shut up.” you growled and walked forward, pushing part him. But before you could do anything else he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him.

“You’re with me on this from now on. We’re partners in crime anymore, sweetheart, either you like it or not.” he gave you a half smile and you pursed your lips.

“Do you?” you raised an eyebrow “Because you were the one that dragged me here and seems to be doing everything in their power to keep me close.”

You expected him to say something but he only smirked at you and scoffed a small laugh before letting go of you and opening the door to let you get in.

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“So… where are we going to?” you mumbled, breaking the silence that had fallen in the room.

“Somewhere far away.” you could practically hear the grin in his face and it gave you the chills.

Your eyes casted down and you let out a long sigh. You felt tears well up in your eyes but you refused to let them down. You had to be strong, you were going to be strong for Dean and when he wouldn’t expect it from you you were going to tofight and bring him back. You’d get the real Dean, your Dean, back soon no matter how long it took you to.

You unbuttoned the top of the shirt you were wearing and pushed it slightly over your shoulder to dry yourself with the towel as much as you could. You tried to focus only on the task at hand and not Dean’s words running through your mind. It made your whole body temperature rise all the more but you tried to think it was just him toying with you. He had to be. He was a demon after all. He was probably trying to get some reaction out of you. That had to be it.

You shook your head and dismissed the thought, running the towel over the exposed part of your upper chest. Your eyes were all the time casted down.

“You need help with that?” a rough voice whispered behind you and you almost jumped when you felt a hot breath fan over your cheek, not to mention when fingers brushed over your bare shoulder.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a shuddering breath when you felt his palm over your shoulder, trailing up to your neck to brush your hair away. You felt goosebumps form all over your skin and you had to keep yourself from leaning into his touch. Instead you clenched the small towel over your chest and closed your eyes to fight all of your feelings.

He let a small breathless chuckle “Naughty girl.” he whispered, his face coming closer to your neck “No bra on?” you felt shivers run down your spine when his lips brushed over your sensitive skin.

“Were you expecting me or what?” a smirk pulled on his lips and you weakly let the towel fall on your lap, doing nothing to stop him. You had missed the contact so much you were just desperate to feel him as close to you as possible.

You knew he’d been with women, plenty of them, but when had he not? Even when he was himself he always found one here and there. Part of you through it was because he was trying to forget you but it still hurt as hell. However back then you had him there, despite who he brought over every time in the end he’d end up coming to you. It was always your bed he’d end up crawling to, saying some lame joke to protect his manliness and at the same time play off the need he had – the need you both had – to be close to each other when darkness was all around.

His lips stayed on your neck and you felt him trail them down to your shoulder where in the end he pressed a kiss. You let his fingers trail down your shoulder, even lower than before to push down the shirt. He ran them back up and over your collarbone to the middle of your neckline until… he started moving his hand lower. And your breathing got heavier, as if the temperature had started rising dangerously around you. Dean didn’t even stop when he fingers met a button. He was about to continue before-

“Or maybe I was expecting someone else.” you whispered and the moment the words left your lips you heard him let out a low growl.

He ripped his hand away, almost ripping the shirt if you hadn’t caught it. He swiftly turned you round and grabbed your face in one hand, making your breath catch in your throat. His face was dangerously close to yours and you felt your heart jump to your throat when you saw his pitch black eyes as he snarled.

“Do you want to say that again?” his eyes flashed back to their normal green and he narrowed them at yours.

“Why does it even matter to you?” you asked back just as tauntingly “Jealous?”

He didn’t laugh. Not even smirk as you id. He kept a straight face, a dead serious expression on. Not even blinking and your own smile fell as you felt your eyes widen. Your heart leapt to your throat and you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat.

“You are” you whispered, your eyes roaming his face and he only stared deep in your eyes.

He scoffed in the end “Sweetheart, do I need to remind you I am a demon?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I remember.” you whispered “Just like I remember you telling me that you were not going to hurt me.”

He let a hollow smile rest on his lips “I’m not.” he let go of your face “Him on the other side, I’d be very glad to rip him apart… with my own teeth.” he hissed and a soft expression took over your face.

“There never was anybody.” you whispered and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“So you say huh?” he mumbled and you sighed.

“Don’t you already know?” you gritted your teeth, a frown setting on your face. But you sighed and looked away and moved further away from him.

He looked at you with an almost emotionless expression “I do, yes. But maybe it’s finally time to get to understand a few more things about it.”

“Right” you pursed your lips “Because unlike you I could never stand to be with someone else when-” you cut yourself off before you could complete your sentence. Saying the words out loud for him to hear would mean confessing to it, to him, and yo couldn’t have it happen this way. Whether he felt that way or not, you couldn’t have it this way. Not now that he was this way.

“Say it.” his voice was rough and demanding.

You locked eyes with his but didn’t say a thing. Instead he spoke again, itching closer to you.

“Say it.” he practically growled to you this time and a gasp left your lips when he grabbed your arms and pinned you down on his bed “Say it.”

“Why do you want to hear it so much?” you whispered, tilting your head to the side.

“Say it.” he breathed out in a whisper, in a way that reminded you so much of the Dean you had met and fell in love with. There was something in his green eyes that made the same familiar warmth spread through your chest.

“I love you” you caught yourself breathing out the words before you could realize it. And as that, and without a second thought, he smiled down at you and crashed his lips to yours.

@sociallyimpairedme @carryonwaywordean