my family's pretty awesome

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Can all of Karasuno have shirts about Daichi like Hinata and Kags "If lost return to Daichi" or Tanaka's "One time Daichi punched me in the face" and on the back it says "it was awesome"


Here’s that fic I wrote that I don’t like.  It’s untitled, but it’s inspired by the song Unanswered Prayers by Garth Brooks.

Even though the sun hasn’t quite reached halfway to its zenith, the day is already hot enough that Dean is eyeing the pond on the far side of the park with serious consideration.  The fact that it’s brown and muddy, and the surrounding land is torn up by ducks and geese and stinks of bird shit is only slightly off putting.  Which means he’s either suffering from heat stroke, because gross, or it’s time to head over to the lemonade stand for some cold liquid refreshment.

“Hey, babe?”  He calls over his shoulder.


“I’m going to get a lemonade.  Want one?”

“Get me one with raspberries?”

Dean smiles.  “You bet.  Back in a few.”

Before he leaves the shade under the awning, he presses a kiss to a warm cheek.  He gets a distracted smile in response, but doesn’t stick around for more.  He’s caught in the siren song coming from the stand at the other end of the Farmer’s Market that sells fresh squeezed lemonade.  His mouth is already watering at the thought.

It’s even hotter outside the shade, and he can feel the sun’s heat sinking into his shoulders and arms, making him glad he remembered sunscreen this week.  He’ll probably still end up with a slew of new freckles, though.  At least there’s a slight breeze cooling his skin where it’s bared by his shorts and tank top.  He plucks at his shirt, encouraging a little air circulation under the sweat-damp material.  

The line at the lemonade stand isn’t too long, at least.  He steps up behind the others waiting their turn, and hums under his breath, letting his mind wander over the latest notes he’d received from his editor.  It’s a little frustrating that he’s going to have to cut a scene he’d been planning for so long, but also a relief that Charlie agrees with his decision.  As usual he’d gotten caught up in writer’s block due to being stubborn about the direction of the story, but after talking it out with her, his mind is already racing ahead to the next five scenes.

He’s almost to the front of the line when a voice he hasn’t heard in years breaks him from his musings.


“Lisa?”  Dean grins as he turns to greet her.  “Holy shit, hi!”

It’s as natural as breathing to accept the hug she offers him with outstretched arms.  Although there’s the slightest twinge of oddness when he realizes she’s not quite as tiny as he remembers her to be.

The hug is tight, but short and she steps back to look up at him, her dark eyes alight with happiness.  “Wow.  Dean Winchester.  I wasn’t sure sure it was you at first.  How long has it been?”

He purses his lips as he digs through old memories.  The last one he can vaguely recall is a lazy Sunday spent fishing on a summer day just like this one.  “Man… I think it was the summer after graduation?  So seventeen… eighteen years?”

Lisa rolls her eyes with a groan.  “Oh god, has it really been that long?  Now I feel old.”

He chuckles at her distress.  “Well if it makes you feel better, you look great.”

And she does.  A quick glance reveals that she’s still fit and trim.  Her hair is still glossy and thick, and her skin smooth.  Only the faint laugh lines around her eyes and the sharper edge of her cheekbones show her age at all.  When he was a kid, his eyes would have lingered on her body or her mouth, but while he still finds her beautiful, she no longer makes his heart race the way it did when he was in high school.

Her cheeks flush under the compliment.  “Well thank you.  You’re looking good too.”  She circles her fingers in the direction of his eyes.  “The glasses are cute.”

Striking a dignified pose, he reaches up and pushes them up higher on the bridge of his nose.  “I’ve been told they make me look distinguished.”

Lisa laughs, light and melodious.  “I guess that’s better than ‘nerdy’.”

He waves a dismissive hand.  “I’d take that as a compliment these days.”

She blinks at him, and he can tell she’s surprised.  But before she can respond, the last person in line ahead of him leaves with their lemonade, and the young man running the stand calls for the next customer.

“You want something?” Dean asks Lisa, hooking a thumb towards the menu hanging next to the stall.  She nods, then immediately tries to talk him out of paying, but he won’t hear it.  “It’s just a lemonade, Lis’.”  The old nickname rolls of his tongue.  “It’s not like I’m buying a fancy dinner.”

After a moment she relents, and Dean orders two large lemonades and a large raspberry lemonade.  When Lisa lifts a questioning brow at the third order, he grins.  “That one is for the ol’ ball and chain.”

Her eyebrows go up.  “You’re married?”

“Yeah, going on ten years now.”  He accepts the first drink from the kid making them, and passes it over to Lisa.  She looks so flabbergasted that he laughs.  “What?  Didn’t think anyone would want me?”

She accepts the cup, but gives him a stern look.  “It’s not that.  I’m just surprised you finally settled down.”

With a wince and a nod, he accepts her explanation.  “Fair point.”  He accepts the other two drinks, and steps away from the stand to give the next customer room to order.  “Want to meet ‘em?  We have a booth over that way-” he gestures with his own drink, “-selling honey.”

She smiles brightly.  “I’d love to.”

He tilts his head in a motion to follow him and sets off across the market, weaving through the empty spots in the crowds.  Despite the heat, he’s not in a hurry.  The ice in his lemonade chills it enough that he’s worried about brain freeze if he sucks it down too fast, and now he’s able to actually enjoy the day.  As well as the company.

“So you sell honey now?” Lisa asks in between sips of her own drink.

“Yeah, we have a bunch of hives.  Although that’s just fun money.  I pay the bills with my books.”

Lisa almost misses a step, and she looks up at him with wide eyes.  “Your books?  Are you saying you’re a writer?”

“Published and everything.”  Okay, so he may be bragging a little bit, but he is kinda famous now.  

“What do you write?”

“Horror mostly.”  He grins down at her.  “It’s cathartic to turn all the noise in my head into bloody death and destruction on the pages.”

She pales slightly.  “Really?”

“Most of my stories have a happy ending.”  Not his first few books.  It took finding his his own happy ending - and beyond - to learn how to write them for his characters.  

“Huh.  Maybe I’ll have to check them out.”

He can tell from her tone that she’s not really interested.  It’s a little bit of a bummer, but he knows the horror genre isn’t for everyone.  Especially for someone as optimistic as Lisa.  So he decides to change the subject.  “What about you?  What’s been going on in your life and what brings you back to Lawrence?”

She visibly brightens.  “I’m moving back here to be closer to my family.  Plus I’m opening a yoga studio.”

“Oh yeah?  That’s pretty awesome.”  The crowds part and he can see the honey stand not too far away.  There’s a young couple sorting through the jars, pointing out different flavors to each other as they try to decide which one they want.  Dean always suggests the blackberry.  It’s his favorite.

“I’m excited for it,” she says.  Then her voice turns shy.  “I also… have a son.”

That grabs Dean’s attention, and he turns his head so he can focus on her again.  “Wow, really?  Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ben, and he’s thirteen.”  Lisa goes on to tell him about how Ben is a little flirt with the girls, and loves classic rock.  She laughs and points out how it’s funny that her son is turning out so much like the bad boy type that she’s always been into.  “His dad’s not around,” she says with a shrug and a grin, “So apparently I’m the bad influence.”

Dean scoffs.  “Sounds to me like you’re the best influence.”

She laughs.  “Thanks, I guess.”

They’re stopped just outside the stand now, and the couple picking through the honey has made their decision and are walking away with their purchase.  Dean leads Lisa into the empty space they leave behind.  He meets curious blue eyes over the table still half full of honey jars.  Ten years, and those eyes still make his pulse race as if he’s looking at his crush instead of his spouse.  “Hey, babe, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

With a nod, Castiel stashes the money he just made in the cash box and gently closes the lid.  As if it’s a delicate piece of crystal and not a clunky metal box.  Dean’s eyes follow the movements of his long, delicate fingers before turning to Lisa to gauge her reaction to his husband.  

She looks slightly confused, her smile not quite as full as it was before, and he bites his bottom lip to suppress a grin.  It used to be hard to come out to people.  But now, he enjoys the shock factor.  It’s almost as good as hearing fans talk about how scared shitless they are when they read his books.  And Lisa hadn’t been a part of his life for several years by the time he came to terms with his bisexuality, so she had no clue about the secret he’d been keeping from the world when they were in high school.

Castiel comes around the table and stands next to Dean.  He accepts the raspberry lemonade Dean hands him with a grateful smile, and then turns his attention to Lisa.  “Hello.”

“Lisa, this is my husband Castiel.”  Dean snakes an arm around Castiel’s waist and pulls him close.  The back of his shirt is even more damp than Dean’s despite the fact that he’s stayed in the shade the whole time they’ve been at the Market.  “Cas, this is Lisa.  We were a thing way back in highschool.”

Lisa looks back and forth between them for a moment, disbelief clear in her eyes.  But it fades quickly when she realizes Dean is serious.  “Hello, Cas.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s good to meet you as well,” Castiel says, all formality, because heaven forbid he shed his private schooled, silver-spoon-in-the-mouth, upbringing.  Not that Dean minds.  He thinks it’s sexy.  “Dean has talked about you, and I’m happy to put a face with the name.”

“Oh no!” Lisa laughs.  “That doesn’t sound good.”

Castiel’s smile is gentle, but his eyes shine with good humor.  “I’ve only heard good things, I promise.”

Lisa laughs again and expresses her disbelief, but Castiel is insistent.  Eventually their conversation turns to the honey sold at the stand, and Dean stands back and watches them interact while sipping his lemonade.  

It’s odd, seeing his past and his present standing side by side, talking about the pollination habits of bees.  Lisa had been his everything when they were kids.  Eighteen had seemed so grown up at the time, but looking back on it now from the comfort of his mid-thirties, he can only shake his head at how young they’d truly been.  It’s no wonder their relationship hadn’t worked out.  Despite wanting the apple pie dream of a marriage, kids, and little house with the white picket fence, Dean had the heart of a wanderer and hesitated to promise to plant roots.  Not to mention the fact that he still had a lot of growing up to do, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.  Lisa was ready to settle down, and kept turning Dean down when he asked her to hop in the car and go adventuring with him.  When they both realized that things between them weren’t going to go past a promise ring, they’d drifted apart.  

Dean had prayed every night for a long time that she’d change her mind.  But when he came back to Lawrence after a year on the road, he’d learned that she’d moved away.  With no way to find her he’d finally given up hope that they’d get back together and give life together a go.  And he’d gone back out on the road, looking for the happiness he longed for.

Eight years, thousands more miles on the Impala, and a couple published books later, Dean met Castiel.  He’d been out trolling for a one night stand, but he’d been hooked by Castiel’s dark messy hair, passionate blue eyes instead.  And he discovered a man to love under the thick layer of sexy.  One night turned into two, which turned into a week, and somehow it spread into the last ten years.  And hopefully their whole lives to come.

They had the marriage part of Dean’s childhood dreams, but instead of a house in a nice neighborhood they had a little farmhouse with a small orchard on the edge of town Dean had grown up in.  They weren’t sure yet if they wanted to expand their family past their siblings and nieces and nephews, but it wasn’t off the table yet.  In the meantime Dean had his books, Castiel had his bees, and most of all, they had each other.  Maybe it wasn’t “apple pie”, but since pecan is his favorite anyway, it worked out perfectly.

At eighteen he hadn’t known this kind of happiness could exist.

He wonders if he could have found it with Lisa.  Perhaps.  He’d definitely loved her.  But with almost two decades between their time together and now, he certainly can’t imagine what his life would have been like if he’d gotten what he’d prayed for back then.  He doesn’t even want to try.

“Well, I’d better get out of here,” Lisa says.  “It’s almost time for me to pick Ben up from baseball practice.”

Dean shakes away his thoughts, and focuses on her.  “You should bring him around some time.  I’d love to meet him.”

“I’d like that.”  And she looks like she genuinely means it.  Which is great.  Dean would love to rekindle their friendship.

Castiel and Lisa exchange goodbyes, and then Castiel leans into Dean’s side while they both watch her disappear into the crowd.  

“She seems very nice,” Castiel murmurs.

“Yeah, she’s cool.”

He feels Castiel’s eyes on the side of his face.  “Just cool?  Wasn’t she the girl you prayed to God you’d get to keep forever?”

Dean chuckles and turns to meet Castiel’s eyes.  His husband’s lips are just barely turned up at the corner, a sure tell that he’s teasing.  “I can’t believe you remember that.  We were both wasted when I told you about her.”

“You were wasted,” Castiel counters.  “My tolerance for alcohol is higher than yours.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t brag.”  Dean leans in and presses a kiss to Castiel’s lips.  

When they pull apart, Dean sighs.  He’s not sure it’s possible for him to ever get tired of Castiel’s kisses.

“I’m pretty thankfully actually,” Dean murmurs.  He traces shapes against Castiel’s chest through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.  His finger brushes over the little golden cross hidden under the shirt’s collar.  Castiel has rarely taken it off since Dean gave it to him on their five year anniversary.  Dean’s firmly settled into being an atheist, but Castiel still has his faith, yet it’s not something that’s ever come between them.  “For not getting an answer to that prayer.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m rather grateful to Him for that myself.”  Castiel pecks him on the lips again, and then pulls away.  His fingers curl in the hem of Dean’s shirt, and he pulls him around the table and back under the shade of their booth.  

They don’t have more than a minute to sip at their drinks together before another customer comes up to the stand.  Castiel sets his lemonade aside so that he can assist them, and Dean watches him fondly.

His relationship with God had always been tenuous, even before he decided he didn’t believe at all.  But right then and there, he sends up a prayer of thanks for all the good things in his life.  You know, just in case someone is listening.  He may not have gotten what he asked for, not exactly.  But he wouldn’t trade what he has now for anything else in the world.

anonymous asked:


Originally posted by marvelous-maizy

Title: Love at First Fight? [Pt. 2]

Word Count: 2,108

Warnings: None

AN: I hope this was sufficient and satisfactory!

After the battle, both Natasha and Wanda told you to go home. After seeing Rhodes shot out of the sky like that, you didn’t hesitate to get your things together and flee. You had never seen anyone mortally wounded from battle yet until that point; and it was scary. Scott accompanied you home; after going gargantuan he was totally out of energy and needed the rest. He was a weird guy, to say the least. He just kept saying stuff like, “I hope my daughter is as strong as you one day,” and “I think my daughter would really like you. It was endearing, but you just wanted to rest.

When you arrived back in the states, you were taken home to HQ by some of Tony’s staff–even Happy was there. You greeted him drowsily. “How was your family fight?” His sarcasm was very apparent in the way he spoke.

“Exhausting…” You leaned your head against the window. “Why do you care? You know I was fighting for Steve, right?”

“I’m not supposed to have an opinion. Tony may be my boss, but I’m going to stay away from your guys’ problems.” Fair enough. 

You were about to drift to sleep, but then Peter’s voice popped into your head. “Queens…” “Hey, Happy, do you think we could take an excursion to Queens?”

“What? Why?”

You tried to come up with an excuse. “I just want to get this whole civil war between all of us out of my mind, that’s all…”

He sighed. “I’m headed back to Stark Tower anyways, I guess I could bring you along.” Your heart skipped and you managed to catch some sleep before you arrived back at HQ to pack up some things.

Finding Peter Parker on your own was a lot harder than you thought it was going to be; Queens was also a lot bigger than you thought it was going to be. You weren’t sure how you were going to track down Peter Parker, but you sure could find Spider-Man a lot faster. You weren’t sure when he’d be out and about, but you decided to do some sightseeing while waiting for the sun to lower behind the skyline.

While wandering the streets, you found so many unfamiliar sights and people. You had some money, so you had gotten the chance to actually eat some food from a food stand on the corner of a street. He tacos, hot dogs, and churros, so you bought a hot dog and a churro for dessert. You even had the chance to speak Spanish with him, which surprised him. There was lots of graffiti in alleys and you stopped by a couple to enjoy them.

Soon it got dark and the people on the streets dissipated to their homes and workplaces. You were still sneaking in the alleyways to gaze at the art, and was met by a man in dark clothing approaching you.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He revealed his teeth with a greasy smile.

“Hello, sir.” You raised a brow and continued to gaze at the wall art.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ in this parta town?”

“I’m looking for someone…” He didn’t say anything but grabbed your arm with a firm grip.

“Well, sweetie, I’m gonna ask you to give me your wallet.” When you tilted your head he tried to shove you towards the wall but you were as still as a stone wall. He tried again, but this time you grabbed his arm with your free hand and flipped him over your back.

Anger was roaring in his eyes, and he growled in frustration as he revealed a knife. He lunged towards you and you dodged and disarmed him just as quickly. “What’s with you, kid?” He exclaimed and tried one more time to tackle you but you bear hugged him and body slammed him to the ground behind you. “Help! Somebody help me!” He cried out and you heard the familiar sounds of webs close by.

“Alright, what’s going on he–” Peter swooped in and was definitely confused by the sight he was met with. You had a man twice your size pinned to the ground instead of the other way around. “Y/N…?” You got up quickly and brushed off your clothes.

“He was trying to attack me, so I fought back.” He was so surprised to see you that it took him a moment to realize the guy was starting to get away. Without looking he said, “Karen, web grenade!” and shot at the wall opposite of the mugger. It exploded and sent the guy flying towards the wall of the building while also immobilizing him.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I told you I’d find you. Finding Peter Parker was a little harder than I thought, so I decided to wait until Spider-Man rolled around.” You shrugged and he looked back at the guy knocked out cold and trapped in his webs.

“Don’t say my name so loud… Let’s go somewhere else where we can talk…” He looked up at the sky and then back to you. Before he could say anything else, you jumped up to the top of the building next to you and peeked over the edge to see a shocked Peter staring back up at you.

When he finally launched himself up from the ground to the roof with you, he gave an awkward wave. “So, what brings you here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Really? I mean, of course you did. I mean–” He stumbled for his words and rocked on his heels nervously.

“Well, you know what I look like. Why don’t you take off the mask?”

“Right!” He struggled to get it off, but when he did it caused his hair to go all over the place. He immediately ran his fingers through his hair to try and tame it and you felt like a cage of birds were released in your stomach. You were right about him being your age; he had a childish face with dark eyes and curly hair. He was blessed by Aphrodite, that was for sure.

“By the gods…” You muttered and caught yourself before you could say anything he could hear. “Well, I knew you were too young to be a Spider-Man.” You smirked and he got flustered.

“Hey, it’s got a better ring to it than ‘Spider-Boy!’”

“I only joke, Peter Parker.” You giggled and stopped yourself. You’d never giggled like that before. Natasha had tried to train you to be stoic and show no weakness. She’d be disappointed right now.

“So, do you, um, live with the Avengers?”

“Yes,” you made your way to the edge of the building and patted the space next to you. Peter scurried next to you and dangled his feet over the edge. “They’re the only family I have right now.”

“Oh wow, must be a pretty awesome family. I mean, I love my Aunt May, but she’s no Captain America.” He laughed and you smiled.

“I was raised to be a warrior and most of my blood family was killed. Steve, Captain America, insisted that they welcome me into their group as I fought beside them when they tried to save my people…” Your heart at the memories of your blood family. It was then that you discovered you were a demigod; your mother had kept it a secret all your life and when your home was invaded for the first time in thousands of years you were finally forced to show your power. “That and they were missing their own god, Thor. So I guess a demigod was the next best thing.” You tried to laugh it off, but failed miserably.

“I know what it’s like; to lose your family. My aunt’s been raising me all these years, and my Uncle Ben was killed and I couldn’t protect him…” He stared down at the mask in his hands and you tried to think of something to lift up the mood or at least distract you two from it.

“So, Peter Parker, how do you juggle school and Spider-Man duties?”

“I barely do it. I had to quit some of my extracurriculars even though I didn’t want to. I have to cancel plans with my best friend a lot, and I have to miss lots of meetings and practices for Decathlon. It’s hard.” He sighed and you regretted asking the question.

“What’s your best friend’s name? What’s he like?”

“Ned? He’s an idiot sometimes. He’s smart, but he can be an idiot in his own way,” he chuckled, “when he found out I was Spider-Man, he said some pretty stupid stuff that could’ve gotten me in trouble. It caused Flash to pick on me even more…”

“Who is this Flash?”

“He’s just one of my classmates… He always calls me names and just picks on me, especially in Decathlon.”

The sudden change in his posture and voice worried you, even angered you. You felt your eyes and hands grow hot. “If you ever have a problem with him, I’ll take care of it.” He looked up and jumped at the sight of your eyes.

“Y/N, your eyes–they’re doing the thing.” He pointed at his own eyes and made circles with his finger. You closed them and took some deep breaths, feeling your temperature drop back to normal.

“Sorry, I just hate the idea of this Flash kid bothering you.”

“It’s fine, it’s kind of cute…” He realized what he’d just said and tried to take it back. “I mean, it’s cool. That your eyes light up like that. Not that you’re not cute; I just–” He looked away and you cold tell he was mentally hitting himself in the head.

You’d be lying if you said that this didn’t make you even the slightest flustered. You decided to take advantage of the situation. “You are blessed with the intellect of Athena and the beauty of Aphrodite, Peter Parker. Worry not.” It took him a minute to translate your compliment, but you could tell when he did because he hid his face from your gaze.

After a long silence he finally pulled out his phone to check the time, and sighed. “I better head home. Where are you staying?”

“I was thinking about going back to Stark Tower.”

“S-Stark Tower?! That’s far away from here!” You shrugged.

“I can defend myself.”

“That’s… not what I’m worried about. How about I take you there?” He heaved himself up to his feet and held out a hand to help you up. He turned around and looked over his shoulder. “Hop on.”

“I’m fully capable of getting myself around, thank you.” You crossed your arms.

“You don’t think I know that? It’ll be faster, c’mon.” He begged and you rolled your eyes while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Tell no one of this.” You hiss and he jumps from the roof.

You were used to being up this high, you’d done enough jumping around to know the feeling, but something about swinging around like this was different. You lifted your head from the back of Peter’s neck and was taken away by the breathtaking view of the city at night. You’d never seen anything like it before, it was like you were looking at a bunch of stars, if street lamps could be compared to stars.

After what seemed like forever, you’d arrived at Stark Tower. He dropped you off at the front doors and perched himself on a street lamp. “Thank you, Peter Parker.” You looked up at him from the sidewalk.

“Just call me Peter. And you’re welcome.” Peter leaned forward and was hanging upside down. “Will–will we see each other again?”

“If you so wish it. I do have to go back to school eventually, though.” You smiled and stuffed your hands in your pockets.

Peter slid down a web towards you. “You go to school? Where?”

“Somewhere upstate, near our HQ.” He seemed a little disappointed at the sound of this. “Don’t worry, Peter, we’ll see each other again.” You pulled the mask half off his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Everything you’d learned from Natasha had disappeared from your mind; Peter had shown you that showing your emotions wasn’t a weakness, it was a way to get closer to people. Natasha usually saw attachments like that as extra baggage, but it was baggage you were willing to carry.

“Bye, Peter.”

“Bye, Y/N…”

You turned on your heel to hide the blush on your cheeks and hurried to the safety of Stark Tower.

If Bog’s ex-girlfriend showed up in Art School AU Marianne’s reaction would be priceless.

Not because she’s jealous.

Because she’s protective.

Marianne: Is this HER?! Is this the one who hurt you? The piece of dirt that made you sad? I will FIGHT her for distressing my poor tree damsel! Meet me in the pit, lady!

And she’s either wrapped protectively around Bog or Bog is having to hold her back by the overall straps again.

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And I want to give a special shout-out to the following:

@michaelwhee1er: An amazing fellow Byeler shipper! We’ve exchanged so many headcanons about our sons, and I just think you’re awesome! Plus, your writing gives me life, oh my God

@schnappnwolfhard: We bounce ideas and headcanons off of each other, and I just love hearing what you come up with!! Thank you for being awesome!

@thiscuriositydoor, @janeelevenives83, @eggo-theif, and @supercomsandeggos​: My amazing group-chat family. We come up with some pretty awesome theories/headcanons, we rant, we fangirl, we share/come up with some fun memes, and you all put up with my angsty ideas. You are all like my siblings, and I love you all <3

@hallowheeler: Another amazing member of the group-chat family. We make fun of stuff on The Walking Dead together, geek out about Finn in glasses (which spawned some pretty funny inside jokes, too), and cry over the upcoming IT movie and the fact that Finn is gonna play someone whose nickname is literally Trashmouth. You’re like a little brother to me!

@raesberri: RAE OH MY GOD….You are seriously one of the nicest people I’ve ever met on this site. I love your art and your writing so much, and I just think you’re one of the greatest people ever!

blueossa  asked:

Maybe I imagined this, but did you at some point mention that Naenia was Mediterranean (Greek, I think)? Which is pretty awesome! My dad's family is Mediterranean as well, and believe me, that hair is 100% accurate. It basically looks like what I have on my head, except a little darker :P Nice to see curls and waves make an appearance on your character :)

Thank you!(and yes, she is Greek) I’m happy so many people like her, and her hair (which I love drawing).

2015 has been pretty awesome. My family grew to four and I couldn’t be more grateful. Thank you all for welcoming our family with open arms. Your support and love is overwhelming in such a positive way. Thank you. Happy New Year! 2016 I can’t wait to experience our new adventures and new blessings. So much in store. Can’t wait!  ❤️

anonymous asked:

So I'm a Slytherin and I was asking my family about my ancestors and they told me so many of my ancestors were thought of as wizards and witches, and there was a bunch of stories about them. So I kind of feel a little I guess special, knowing I'm a Pureblood from both sides of my family. What do you think?

That’s a pretty awesome thing to find out!

Back when I was first registering for college (as a fashion design major) I found out my great grandmother went to the SAME SCHOOL to major in “Clothing” like forever ago and that whole branch of my family had sheep and were weavers before they moved to the US. Its always super cool to find out your ancestors day to day lives tie in to your own.

Of course you get bonus points for geekery!

-Jamie (Gryffindor)

Last night was the start of my birthday weekend, I went to a gay club called Machine in Boston with my friend and we had a ton of fun and met some pretty awesome people. Tonight my family came to visit and we all went out to dinner so that was so great, and tomorrow (my actual birthday) night some of my interns are throwing me a party so I will be getting drunk out of my mind so all in all this is the best birthday ever. I have never celebrated my birthday before and this is all I could ever ask for. Hope you are all having a great week as well! 🎉