misty's brother


Favorite Sam & Dean moments per episode: 3x16 “No Rest for the Wicked”

You know if this doesn’t.. if this doesn’t go the way we want, I want you to know-..

No. No, no, no. No, you’re not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want?

Campfire Playlist
  1. Mykonos - Fleet Foxes
  2. Live And Die - The Avett Brothers
  3. Morning Song - The Lumineers
  4. Meet Me There - Nick Mulvey
  5. Did You Hear The Rain? - George Ezra
  6. Little Black Submarines - The Black Keys
  7. Hunger of the Pine - alt-j
  8. Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
  9. Perth - Bon Iver
  10. Nancy From Now On - Father John Misty
  11. To Be Alone With You - Sufjan Stevens
  12. The Gardener - The Tallest Man On Earth
To all those Black kids who never thought that they could be heroes

You are special.

You are mystical.

You are fierce.

You are brilliant.

You are powerful.

You have the blood of kings and queens running through your veins.

Watching a Movie
  • INFJ(brother): *gets misty eyed* *whimpers* It's s- so soft! *sniffles* *grins a little* It's beautiful!!! *looks longingly into the distance*
  • INTJ(Me): *whispered chant* kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, oh PLEASE be a really epic plot twist and kill him, kill him, kill him...

Haleigh Cummings (5) disappeared some time between the night of February 9, 2009, and the early hours of the next day. That night, she and her younger brother, who was 3, were staying under the care of 17 year old Misty Croslin (pictured above), their father’s live in girlfriend. The father, Ronald Cummings (also pictured, with Misty), was working that night and arrived to their trailer at around 3 am. By that time, Haleigh was gone.

According to Misty, she’d gone to sleep at around 10 pm in the same room as the children, but had woken up shortly before Ronald’s arrival to find Haleigh missing and the back door of the house held open with a cinder block. Police found no signs of forced entry. Haleigh’s little brother claimed to have seen a man in black take his sister but it’s uncertain how seriously his account was taken, given his age, and even his own father dismissed it later.

All this happened in Satsuma, Florida, the same state that was at that time in the midst of the Casey Anthony case. In fact, February 10, 2009, the day Haleigh was reported missing, was the same day of the memorial service for Caylee Anthony, whose remains had been found two months earlier.

And just like in Caylee’s case, the police soon started looking into Haleigh’s inner circle, particularly at Misty, who gave several inconsistent statements about the night in question and allegedly failed four polygraphs. Eventually, more than a year later, Misty and her brother Tommy, accused their cousin Joseph Overstreet of taking Haleigh. They said he’d come to the Cummings’ house to look for a machine gun and when he couldn’t find it, he took the little girl instead. Through his lawyer, Tommy Croslin claimed that Overstreet had thrown Haleigh’s body in the river. Misty said she’d lied because she was afraid of her cousin and that he’d sexually abused her when she was a kid. The river was searched and no body was found, and Overstreet has never been charged. Neither has anyone else, and Haleigh’s fate remains a mystery.

As you can probably imagine by now, Haleigh wasn’t being raised in the best circumstances. Ronald had fought and got custody of the two children because their mother, Crystal Sheffield, had admitted to using cocaine and wasn’t keeping up with Haleigh’s doctors appointments, which she needed because she had Turner Syndrome. It was a bit ironic though, since Ronald had several arrests in his record for drug trafficking and in 2010 was sentenced to 15 years in jail for the same type of crime. Along with him, Tommy and Misty Crosling (who married Ronald a month after Haleigh’s disappeareance and divorced him six months later), were also convicted for drug trafficking: Tommy got 15 years and Misty 25.

anonymous asked:

underappreciated twins sunstar and featherwhisker deserve more attention, like the POTENTIAL for nepotism and how the clan dynamic could shift under the rule of two brothers?? could have been goddamn iconic??

tbh it’s a thing we’ve seen a lot in warriors? that either family members or mates are in positions of power, or that certain family lineages are in positions of power 

like the blue/oak family has a history of deputies/leaders - 

leaders - bluestar, crookedstar, mistystar 

deputies - shellheart, oakheart, stonefur, whitestorm, reedwhisker 

or the bramble/squirrel family cats in positions of power - 

leaders - oakstar, pinestar, tigerstar, firestar, bramblestar, rowanstar, tigerstar 2 

deputies - squirrelflight, hawkfrost (briefly deputy) 

medicine cats - spottedleaf, leafpool, mothwing, hollyleaf (briefly), jayfeather, alderheart, flametail 

like here’s some of the leader/deputy dynamics we’ve seen at the same time too - 

Crooked/Oak (brothers)

Misty/Reed (mother/son) 

One/Ash (siblings) 

Bramble/Squirrel (mates) + Leaf/Jay/Alder 

Rowan/Tiger (father/son) 

Ragged/Broken (father/son)  

Topsy-turvy (fluff)

Anonymous: Pretty blog~ return of superman! Hoshi au please? 😘😘

Title: Topsy-turvy (Hoshi/Soonyoung)
Genre: Fluff, babysitter!hoshi
Words: 1558
A/N: Finally! It’s not return of superman though. It’s based on The Nanny Diaries movie…Anyways, I hope you’d still enjoy it!

p.s. who is dying over those Hoshi scenes in Lili Yabbay/13 Month’s Dance???!! I am.

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

If only there was another way to save up for money, Hoshi would have gladly taken it. Correction: another sober and safe way that is not related to cubicles and economics to save up for money. Hoshi sighed as he leaned back against Joshua’s sofa. If only. If only. He tapped his shoe on the floor, nervously.

“Relax, Hosh. You’re lucky you found a job here, you know. You’re also great with kids,” Joshua said as he poured orange juice into a tall glass. The vivid colour got Hoshi nodding, eager to drink it up. Joshua walked over to him and placed the glass on the coffee table in front of Hoshi, probably not noticing the way Hoshi’s eyes followed the glass. He probably thought they would be speaking.

Hoshi took the glass once it was placed on the table. He drank it, lips never leaving the glass rim. As if he had never drunk orange juice. Joshua watched him in utter disbelief.

“O…kay,” Joshua said, both his hands slightly raised, once Hoshi put the glass down with a click! “Can we talk now? I’m trying to relax you here, you know.”

Hoshi looked confused for a moment. What was there to talk about? Ah yes. “Ah, yeah. Sorry.”

Joshua sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them, “Never mind. Just…be careful, alright. It’s a kid you’re handling you know. A kid of rich people.”

“Yep. No problemo,” Hoshi nodded as he stood up from his seat and ruffled the older one’s hair in goodbye. As soon as Hoshi was sure Joshua can’t see him, his shoulders sagged with his problems.

Hoshi effed up. In an effort to please his mother, he took Economics in the community college. No, he didn’t like Economics. Who likes numbers and inflation and deflation anyway? All he could think of was the balloon and that sad wheeze it gives when it deflates. And now, she thinks he’s looking for a job in the city. Nope. Nope nope nope. No can do. Hoshi didn’t want to end up in a cubicle, forever thinking about balloons.

He wanted to dance. He wanted to listen to the music and let the beat synchronise with his body. He wanted to raise his hands in the air. He wanted to jump. Dance dance dance. He wanted so so much.

But he was stuck in the city, about to babysit a probably stuck-up kid while he lied to his mother.

As soon as the elevator to the family’s penthouse dinged, the woman in front of him shoved a pink bag in his arms. She beckoned him to enter the spacious room while she ran back and forth the room.

“You are Hoshi, am I right?” she called from a room while Hoshi awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room. Hoshi nodded his head but then remembered she wasn’t there, “Yes, Mrs…”

“Mrs. Kim,” the woman returned in front of Hoshi, heavily breathing. A little girl followed Mrs. Kim and sat on one of the sofas, her arms crossed. “And that’s my daughter, Chae-young. Honey, say hi.”

For a moment, Hoshi thought the mother was talking to him because the kid just stared at him.

“Chaeyoung,” Mrs. Kim warned. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and huffed, “Hello, Hoshi.”

Mrs. Kim was satisfied and she left Hoshi standing there as she went to find her heels. Hoshi shifted, being scrutinised by Chae-young. Hoshi gulped.

“You’re the one taking me to my class?”

“Y-yeah,” Hoshi was always good with kids. He didn’t know why he felt particularly scared nervous with this one.

“You know Y/N’s studio?” the kid said. Hoshi shook his head. He wasn’t often in Gangnam District. The little girl nodded, “Of course.

Hoshi wanted to choke her.

Mrs. Kim appeared again and guided the two out of the penthouse while she talked to Hoshi about Chae-young’s activities for the day and where Y/N’s Studio is. Everything went so fast that it was only him and Chaeyoung in front of the building.

Both of them walked while Y/N’s Studio was repeated over and over in his mind. Chaeyoung threw insults every now and then making Hoshi want to strangle her more. They stopped at the studio. Hoshi realised it was a dance studio. He stood there, jaws hanging.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” the girl pulled his hand and they entered the studio. Hoshi had never been so breathless before (except for the time when his friend Woozi’s dog chased him around town). The studio was wide and spacious and bright lights hung above, mirrors surrounded him. It was so beautiful.

Hoshi turned around and placed a hand on the wall next to him. He fell. Along with many hangers and clothes rack. Stupid, it isn’t a wall. Hoshi heard Chaeyoung snicker.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Hoshi turned to see you. The bright lights made it seem like you were an angel with your loose shirt and leggings. Hoshi could only say something like unghhh.

You giggled. The other kids followed. Hoshi liked your giggle. You put your hand in front of him, “Come on, let me help you.” Hoshi took your hand.

He sat back, watching you teach the little kids to dance. Watching your body sway to the music. He also felt proud when Chaeyoung got the routine right, cheering for her. Chaeyoung relished the cheer she had always heard other kids receive from their parents. Her parents never saw her dance.

“Thanks,” Chaeyoung said, after the final dance recital. Hoshi was surprised. They usually bickered after the class. Chaeyoung must be on to something. Chaeyoung noticed this, “No, I’m serious. Thank you, Hoshi-oppa. For watching after me. For being there when my parents are going to be late. For watching Barbie with me.”

A grin spread through Hoshi’s face, “Wow, it’s fine, Chae-young. I honestly enjoyed it.”

“Really?” Chaeyoung looked at Hoshi. There was a big fat tear on her face. They stopped walking. Hoshi knelt down in front of her, his hands cupping her face.

“Of course, Chaeyoung-ie. Why are you crying?” Hoshi said. The little girl lurched forward, wrapping her small arms around Hoshi’s neck and burying her face in the crook of it. Hoshi protectively wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the people giving them a second glance.

“I just…I think Mommy and Daddy don’t enjoy me, you know?” the girl said, more tears flowed out of her delicate features. “They’re always away. And whenever they’re with me, they’re either not talking or fighting. And then, I sometimes happen to hear them. Chaeyoung this, Chaeyoung that. I think they’re fighting because of me, Hoshi. I’m making them angry.” Hoshi’s eyes widened at hearing a little girl say that. Chaeyoung sobbed, “Now, they’re sending me off to New York. They don’t even live there. I don’t know anyone there. I don’t want to go there. I want to stay here with you, Hosh.

She sobbed more as Hoshi took in her words. He couldn’t believe her parents would fight with her inside the house. He was outraged by the fact that they actually neglect their daughter then send her off to a foreign country. He rubbed Chae-young’s back slowly, humming in her ear.

“Chaeyoung, you have to go, you know? You have to be brave and go there. Your parents aren’t mad at you. They’re just…It’s their way of caring for you. They want you to have the things they had when they were young. They want you to sit back and enjoy. We’re kind of the same,” Chaeyoung peered over his eyes when she heard the latter sentence. “My mother wanted me to study this um…certain thing at college and I did it even if I didn’t want to. I knew she wanted a better future for me, you know. But here I am, lying to her.

“Still, I’m enjoying this, Chae-young. I enjoy waking up at 6:30 because your language class is at 7. I enjoy listening to your boring Math teacher drone on and on about…well, Math. I enjoy listening to you try to sing.” she gave a weak laugh at this and smacked his chest. “I enjoy enduring too-sweet strawberry ice creams with you. I enjoy watching you dance. I enjoy bickering with you. I enjoy it. I enjoy our chaotic…topsy turvy relationship, Chae-young. You’re already like my sister. And I don’t want you to go away too. I’ll miss you. I’ll worry about you. But it’s life, you know. When you get older, you’ll understand. For now, you need to understand that you are loved and treasured.”

She pulled back and looked at Hoshi. She looked at the misty eyes of her ‘brother’ and knew at once that it was genuine. She really is loved and treasured. No matter how topsy-turvy she is.

“Promise you’ll call?” she croaked out, her voice hoarse. Hoshi nodded and kissed her forehead. He turned around and patted his shoulder.

“Piggy-back ride?” he grinned to himself and felt Chaeyoung earnestly nod as she climbed on his back. Her warmth making Hoshi tear up a little. After a while of silent walking and staring around Gangnam, Chaeyoung leaned forward and whispered, “I know you like Teacher Y/N. I think it slipped from my lips, though.”

Hoshi’s eyes widen and Chayoung giggled, “You brat!”

Just imagine a 16 year old Fareeha standing in front of 21 year old McCree, studiously watching a YouTube video on tieing ties and trying to duplicate that shit … because McCree’s got an important overwatch thing that night, but he’s too embarrassed to tell Reyes or even Ana that he’s got no damn clue how to do the whole formalwear thing. And its just awful; like Fareeha has to start over ten times awful.

And after she finally gets it (and its a whole ordeal at this point) Jesse’s grinning with relief and thanking her and Fareeha just kind of pats him on the arm and goes “what’s family for.” And Jesse may, or may not get a little misty eyed.

Me n my friend have been watching a lot of pokemon lately and we’re thinking of doing misty and ash for the annual Halloween party one of our friends hosts (with the added bonus of them being easy and cheap to put together last minute) and I’m looking up recommendations and ideas and there’s SO many sexualized versions of her …. SHE’S TEN YEARS OLD YOU NASTIES

“Ember, you’re gonna get us in trouble again, and this time I’m not gonna be the one to put out your butt when it catches fire again! ”
Parents: Rainbow Dash, Dumbbell
Species: Pegasus/Female
Special talent: Extreme Flying/Element Manipulation
Occupation: N/A
Nickname(s): Mimi, Duckling

Level-headed, yet assertive, Misty is quite possibly smartest of Rainbow Dash’s three children, and also the least daring. She’s a stickler for rules, so she butts heads often with her twin sister, Ember, the born rule-breaker. The two of them are quite adept at pushing each others buttons, goading each other into pulling increasingly dangerous stunts and tricks, despite being beginner level fliers. Their older brother Aerostorm is often the one to break up their fights and save both their flanks when the dares get too crazy.
When not feuding with her sister, Misty is a total sweetheart and loves reading, swimming, and learning about sea creatures. Her special talent seems to involve water, but she isn’t so sure how to get her cutie mark yet…

-Despite a vicious flying rivalry with her sister, Misty and Ember can put on a spectacular flying show when they manage to work together.

-Misty is a rare pegasus gifted with the ability to manipulate an element with her wings. In this case, Misty can manipulate the element of water, but her control of it is only rudimentary…clearly more practice is needed

-Misty is an excellent swimmer, unlike Ember, who is a terrified flailing mess whenever she sets hoof in water.

-Misty adores her older brother Aerostorm and loves to braid his mane. She, like Ember, has something of a silly fillyhood crush on Aerostorm’s friend (?) Bruce.

-Misty is often left out of the fiery bro-ship bond between her sister Ember and the dracony Jasper, but fortunately has a best friend of her own, Truffles, daughter of Apple Bloom. Misty and Truffles share of love of swimming, adventure books, and worrying. Misty is Truffles official taste-tester when they bake apple treats together