Here is a nice THROWBACK THURSDAY! :D 

See how he talks about Taylor after becoming a pescetarian. Taylor isn’t pescetarian anymore, and is probably back to being anemic. Also Taylor was also suspected to be pregnant during some of this time. And this is how he spoke about the mother of his children, his “soul mate.” 

13 Reasons Why (Tape 1)

Characters: Dean, sister!reader, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: mention of death, angst, swearing

Word count: 4139

Summary: Dean listens to the first tape that you left after you died. He learns about the rules he has to follow with them, and who the first cause of your decision was.

A/N: italics are flashbacks to the events before your death

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.

As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.

“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!

“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended… And if you’re listening to this tape,” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”

He pulled the headphones off his head and sat there for a moment. He couldn’t believe the voice or words he was hearing. How could this be real? How could he really be hearing it? Having to listen to the voice of his deceased sister was hard for him, but the only way to find out more was listening to the tapes… So he continued. It wasn’t a fast decision, he took a breath and thought about just throwing them away. But then he would never know the reason why. This was like your suicide note, only in the form of 13 tapes.

His shaky hands picked up the headphones and placed them carefully on his head. He pressed play on the tape player and continued to listen. “As there are to every story, there are 13 different sides to this. I’m going to tell you all of them. Each tape is based on one of the people that are the reason my life ended. So, once you’ve listened to all the tapes you need to pass these on to the next person. If you don’t, well, just know that someone is always watching every single one of you and will make sure that all the tapes are listened to by every person. Now that you understand.. Let me begin with my first tape.”

Dean closed his eyes and followed the story you were telling. “First up, we have the thing that started it all… It was a normal day for you maybe, but not me at all. I didn’t know about hunting or any of that, not until you told me. I went to find you after mom had said she saw you earlier that day, I thought maybe it would be a chance for me to meet my father for the first time. Incase you hadn’t figured it out by now, we have our first person of the story. Welcome to your tape, John.”

Dean realised that John could have been the one these tapes outside of Dean’s room. He almost forgot that both of his parents now lived in the bunker with him and Sam. John must have listened to the tapes before him. Or maybe it was Mary? Since you died they both acted weirdly around both the boys, but then again, Mary acted strangely around you anyway so maybe she had something to do with all of this. He didn’t have time to think as the tape continued to play and tell Dean the story of what happened to you.

* * *

You were a nervous wreck ever since you joined your father and his two sons. Your mom insisted on you moving in with John so that you could bond and get to know your father after all those years of wishing you knew him. You knew it wouldn’t be easy meeting him when the day came, but you never expected it to be that hard.

He told you all about hunting and all his excuses of why he left you and your mother. They were stupid and you hated listening to him explaining, you needed someone to take your anger out on and that person was John. You needed to scream and shout at him every now and then for small things just so you could release some of the pain that he made you feel for most of your life.

But that shit didn’t fly with John, you either did as he said or you were gone. “It’s my way or the highway,” you recalled him saying to you a few times after your arguments. Sam and Dean didn’t live with John really, it was more like John lived with them, along with Mary Winchester. They owned this thing called the Men Of Letters Bunker. The place was huge, so many bedrooms you couldn’t count, you could have sworn you found a new room there everyday.

Before John moved in here, him and his wife (who was also the two boy’s mother) had come back to life after so many years. They didn’t fit into the word exactly so they relied on hunting as what kept them grounded. Sam, Dean, John, Mary and you. That’s how it was. Of course, being the youngest meant that you had to follow everyone’s rules and it was for your own ‘safety.’

* * *

“For my own safety? That was complete bullshit,” you spoke smoothly through Dean’s headphones. “You just wanted someone to boss around, dad. You couldn’t control Sam and Dean anymore, so you made sure that you could completely control me. Before that I didn’t have anyone controlling me, I could do what I wanted and act however I thought was right for me. You took that from me… That’s where it all started going down hill, it’s where I started to break.”

Dean once again paused the tape. He checked his nightstand and saw that it was now 6am. How had time moved so quickly? How long had it taken him to listen to this short part of the tape? He knew he had taken it out at the beginning because it was too hard to listen to, but he never knew he was stalling for so long.

A break from this right now seemed appropriate. So, he took the headset off, left it on his bed and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat. Every step he took felt heavier than the last. This wasn’t something new, it had been happening ever since you took your life, but now it was hitting him harder. It made every movement more painful than they had been before; he didn’t even know that was possible until now.

Once he reached the kitchen, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Mary, John and Sam were already there and eating breakfast. Sam was still at the stove, finishing up cooking some eggs and the rest of the bacon while John and Mary sat opposite each other and ate what they already had. “Dean,” John said by surprise. “You’re up later than usual.”

“It’s 6am,” Dean replied with a gravelly voice that he always had when he was tired. Lately, it seemed to be the only voice he had.

“You’re usually up at around 5,” John noted. Sam came and sat down next to Mary at the table and placed a plate down for himself and for Dean.

“You hungry?” Sam asked and Dean joined them at the table. “How you holding up?”

“I feel… Different to what I have for the last few months,” Dean replied to his little brother. “You know, I actually woke up at 5am again today. I stayed in my room because I found something left outside my door.”

All of their eyes widened as Dean spoke. They looked at each other before John spoke. “So she finally finished listening to them.”

“What? Who?” Dean questioned as he squeezed his fork tightly in his hand.

“We can’t talk about this,” Mary recalled before picking up a piece of bacon from her plate and eating it.

“You can’t do that to me! Who are you talking about?!” Dean demanded as he threw his fork down.

“The last person that had the tapes,” John told him which earned a glance from Mary and Sam.

“The tapes… You’ve all listened to them?” Dean looked around at them all. They were faces of the people he knew, they were his family. But they all felt so unfamiliar, like strangers with secrets.

“We can’t talk about it, you need to listen to the tapes,” Sam finished before taking his plate over to the trash can and throwing his food away.

“Are any of you on there? Who is the ‘she’ that you’re talking about? Is it someone else on the tapes?” Dean asked quickly, not giving them time to answer any of them as he continued. “Are you all on the tapes?”

“Dean, we can’t,” Mary snapped. “You have to just listen to the tapes, everyone on there had to.”

He stood up and made his way to the exit of the kitchen but stopped in his tracks.

“It’s hard to listen to,” Dean admitted with a sad voice. He stood in the door way as he spoke to them. “It’s the voice of my dead sister.”

“Dean!” John hissed. He looked at his son standing in there, he looked so heartbroken and vulnerable. “Please son, just listen to the tapes.”

Dean glared at them all. If looks could kill, they would all be dead in a second. He stormed off and went back to his room, it turned out he didn’t get any food or a drink to soothe his feelings of anxiety right now. He returned in the same state he was in before. Dean placed the headset back on his ears and continued to listen to John’s tape.

“But that wasn’t all, was it dad?” You questioned rhetorically. “No, you did more than just boss me around. When you realised you couldn’t do it anymore, you did the only thing that you thought you could do to end the lack of control…”

* * *

It was a few months after you had moved into the bunker and began your training to become a hunter. It wasn’t the physical side of it all because you already knew how to fight after your countless years of being bullied at school. That’s why the boys and your dad were so okay with you going hunting with them; they knew you could take care of yourself.

It was the research of it all. You weren’t used to connecting the dots with how certain monsters acted or what they did with how the victims had died. You gradually became better at it, but you weren’t as good as your brothers because they grew up doing it. You knew that. You understood that.

John didn’t seem to though. All he did was compared you to Sam and Dean and demanded that you become a smarter person. That wasn’t something you could just do, you can’t just snap your fingers one day and get what you want. You have to work for shit like that, it takes time and patience… But those were two things that John lacked.

It was that one day in the motel you were all staying in. The report in the paper said that the bystanders smelled sulphur after the woman was attacked. That was easy enough to figure out, right? Wrong. You weren’t trained enough in the mythology of monsters and you had no idea that sulphur was a sign of demons. You read past it and said there was nothing in there that could have been your kind of thing.

John insisted that you had missed something, just like he always did. You hated when you had to look for cases in the paper. Either you would misjudge it and say you had found a case or you would read past it too quickly and not realise that there was your kind of thing going on. No. You never got it right, so John always checked.

He held the paper in his hand as he sat opposite you at the small table in the motel. You watched nervously as his eyes scanned over the front page and read about the current murder spree going around. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned as he slammed the paper down on the table. “You’re kidding me right, Y/N? You don’t see a case here?”

“Uh, no, sir,” you replied shakily. Sam and Dean noticed your worry from where they were sitting on the beds. Mary was currently out on a supply run.

“It says here the by passers could smell sulphur,” John stated as he looked over at his sons.

“So what are we thinking, a demon?” Dean asked while he continued to clean his gun.

John clicked his tongue and Dean’s answer as if it was obvious. “Exactly… A demon.”

“A demon?” You questioned as you looked between all of them.

“The smell of sulphur is an instant alert for a demon,” Sam told you with a smile. He didn’t mind teaching you, he actually enjoyed it. He liked passing on his knowledge with you and helping you become a better hunter. He had patience… John didn’t.

“Yeah,” John snapped. “Every hunter should know that.”

You hated when he got like this because you instantly knew it was a dig at you and you were tired of it. The boys saw nothing of it because they didn’t pay enough attention. That’s why they thought you were in the wrong when you snapped back.

“Well, I’m still new at this so you can’t expect me to know everything,” you hissed which got John’s back up. You were glad it pissed him off, it was time that he took you seriously.

“You do not speak to your father like that!” He shouted as he stood from his chair and pushed it back aggressively.

You stood up too so you could regain dominance in the conversation. “What kind of father are you? I barely even know you!”

“This isn’t about me,” he replied with a steady tone.

“Yes it is!” You screamed. “This is about you… This is about what you didn’t do. You weren’t there because you were too busy hunting with your other family. And yes, I know that you died when I was a kid, but even when you came back to life you didn’t bother looking for me.”

“I thought we were past this,” he growled with flared nostrils.

“We are. We are past this,” you lied. You weren’t over it, but you had to pretend you were for the sake of everyone else. “I’m not reminding you about it because I’m hurt, I’m reminding you because you need to understand my point of view. I’m not good at researching cases with you because I was never here for it. And you’re not good at being a father to me because you were never there.”

When you finished your statement it was as if the world stopped for a minute. You came to terms with what you had said and realised that you meant it; John wasn’t as accepting towards the statement as you were. The boys both gasped as they saw John’s hand being drawn back.

Before you could react to his movement, John’s hand made harsh contact with your cheek. It was enough force that if pushed you to the floor. You breathed heavily as you stood up; you were holding your hand against your cheek in disbelief.

“You asshole!” You growled as your stood on your feet. “You fucking asshole!”

“What the hell is going on?” Mary demanded as she walked through the door. “Y/N? What happened to your face?”

“It was dad! He slapped me!” You screamed. “You’re a dick, how could you?!”

“Dad, you crossed the line,” Sam said. “You don’t hit your kids.”

“Things just got out of hand,” Dean insisted. “They should never have gone this far, you need to talk about this and sort it out because this shit has been going on for too long. All you do is argue with each other over the smallest things.”

“Dean! He hit her!” Sam defended as he stood up in annoyance.

“We’ve all hit each other! Hell, we’ve tried to kill each other before,” Dean recalled. You couldn’t believe Dean would actually try and defend his father, you thought he had changed.

“Why are you defending him?!” You fumed.

“I’m not,” Dean said calmly. He put his arms up in defence as he continued to talk. “All I’m saying is we have all done terrible things to each other, our family is messed up. This is something that’s needs to be dealt with and then we move on.”

You scoffed at his words. John looked down at you the same way he always did, his eyes full of hatred and boiling with anger. “There’s nothing to talk about. I want you gone, Y/N.”


“No!” John spat. “I want you gone, get the fuck out of here. Go back to living with your mom, the hunting life isn’t for everyone and you’re most definitely not meant to be a hunter.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were leaving his mouth. You looked at your brothers and saw that even they didn’t know what to say. You grabbed your things, threw them into a backpack and walked out like you weren’t even bothered. But of course you were. You were so desperate for one of them to follow you and beg you to come back… But no one ever did.

* * *

“You hit me in the face. It hurt. But not as much as it hurt when you hit me with rejection and hatred. You wanted me gone… I hated you, John, more than I had ever hated anyone. You felt the same way about me and I wasn’t going to stick around for that so I headed back to my moms.”

Dean once again removed the headphones and paused the tape. There wasn’t long left of this tape but it was so hard for him to listen to. He checked his clock on his nightstand once again and saw that it was now 1:35pm. Food. He needed food.

Another walk to the kitchen with pain in his steps led to a nervous feeling in his stomach. What John had done to you was so bad, what if Dean’s was worse? What if he had hurt you but had no idea that it had affected you so badly? Dean was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw his father sitting alone at the kitchen table and drinking a beer.

“Hey, son,” he said with a soft voice. “You doing ok?”

“I’m great,” Dean snapped. “I won’t talk to you and piss you off though, I don’t wanna get a beating.”

John sighed and rubbed his palm over his face. “You listened to my tape.”

“I haven’t finished it yet,” Dean shook his head. “It’s still hard to listen to.”

John didn’t reply to what Dean said, he just took another swig of his beer and stared at the wall. Dean went to the fridge and pulled out some left over bacon that was cooked that morning. He put the plate in front of him and his father at the table as he came and sat opposite him. “Stop staring at the wall and look at me,” Dean demanded. John looked at the disappointment in his sons eyes. “Feeling sorry for yourself won’t bring her back.”

Now he saw something in John that he had never let him see before. It was weakness. “I remember that day,” Dean continued. “I remember that I defended you when you hurt her because I was scared that what you did would make her leave. I was selfish and I wanted her to stay so I tried to justify what happened.”


“I’m not finished,” Dean snapped. “What you did drove her away from our family… The only reason she came back was because she had nowhere else to go after she went home and found her moms dead body. If you didn’t send her away she would never had seen that.”

“You don’t think I know that!” John shouted which caught Dean by surprise. He sighed as he realised his anger had once again got the better of him. “Dean-” his voice was steady and low, “-the reason I did that to her was to protect her.”

“You hit her to protect her?” Dean demanded.

“I pushed her away to protect her,” John said as tears began to form in his eyes. “Before I slapped her I kept snapping at her and being nasty to her because I wanted her to leave so she could be safe. I knew that if I told her that she wouldn’t leave, and no matter how many times I shouted at her or was a complete dick to her she would just get upset… But she would stay. I had to do something that would finally make her leave; I had to make her think that I hated her so that she would hate me. If she stayed with us she would have continued to hunt and I wanted better for her.”

John wiped his tears away before drinking more of his beer. It was as if he thought the alcohol would soothe the sting, but it only made it worse. “I loved my baby,” he cried. “She was my only daughter and she made me proud every day. I’ll never get a chance to tell her that.”

Dean shook his head. He understood why John did what he did and he sympathised with him, but it didn’t matter. That wouldn’t bring you back. It wouldn’t fix anything. “She’s dead because you were too scared to love her.”

Dean didn’t plan on saying it, it was just a thought that popped into his head but he needed to get it out. Secrets were one of the reasons you ended your life, he didn’t want to keep them anymore.

John had no idea how to respond to Dean. How could someone reply to that? He was one of the causes of his daughters death because he was a coward. Dean didn’t even know what to think anymore. He needed to know more. He had one more bite of the bacon before he put the plate back in the fridge and headed back to his room.

They were still there when he got back. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but he was hoping that the tapes weren’t real and that you were still there in the bunker. When you moved in you told him that you wanted your room next to his so you could knock on the wall if you wanted to talk to each other.

He picked the tape player up, it felt colder than when he last held it. A chill shot down his spine as he thought about the tapes again and how they were all you left behind. Your voice played again in his ears.

“After you kicked me out, dad, I went back for my mom. I ran in to my house, crying my eyes out because of what you did. I wanted comfort from my mom,” you explained. “She was all I needed right at that moment because in my whole life she was all I ever had. But I never got to speak to her… I went into her room and found her covered in blood. She didn’t move… Or breathe… She did nothing.”

Your voice broke as you spoke about your mothers death and Dean closed his eyes at the thought. “And this, ladies and gentlemen, brings me to my second tape. And you know who you are when I say that on my next tape, we’re going to talk about the person that murdered my mother.”

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Sun In The Houses

Sun In The 1st House

  • Positive Traits: enthusiastic, determined, enterprising
  • Negative Traits: concerned about what others think about you, not self-reflective enough, tendency to over-complicate things
  • Celebrities: Brad Pitt, Scarlett Johansson, Keanu Reeves, Jennifer Lopez

Sun In The 2nd House

  • Positive Traits: logical, responsible, exceptionally good with money
  • Negative Traits: may go overboard with material possessions, obsessive about maintaining a sense of security, can develop an overbearing personality
  • Celebrities: Leonardo DiCaprio, Elvis Presley, Lana Del Rey, Cameron Diaz

Sun In The 3rd House

  • Positive Traits: self-aware, confident, knowledgeable
  • Negative Traits: may try to do so much stuff all at once, can gain a reputation as a know-it-all, sometimes you don’t let other people figure situations out on their own
  • Celebrities: J.K. Rowling, Britney Spears, Mick Jagger, Drake

Sun In The 4th House

  • Positive Traits: calm, practical, helpful
  • Negative Traits: not very good with accepting constructive criticism, stubborn, “my way or the highway” mentality
  • Celebrities: Megan Fox, Paul McCartney, Jennifer Aniston, Pablo Picasso

Sun In The 5th House

  • Positive Traits: upbeat, energetic, humorous
  • Negative Traits: reckless, dramatic, oftentimes you (unintentionally) allow yourself to come off as being quite egocentric
  • Celebrities: Amy Winehouse, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tyra Banks, Marilyn Manson

Sun In The 6th House

  • Positive Traits: tireless worker, opportunistic, dependable
  • Negative Traits: constantly disappointed, stressed out easily, reliant on praise from other people
  • Celebrities: Justin Timberlake, Ariana Grande, Kurt Cobain, Demi Lovato

Sun In The 7th House

  • Positive Traits: highly motivated, excitable, always forming new relationships
  • Negative Traits: indecisive, afraid of feeling isolated without the consolation of a partner, places self-worth in the hands of others
  • Celebrities: Miley Cyrus, Bruce Willis, Gwyneth Paltrow, Sylvester Stallone

Sun In The 8th House

  • Positive Traits: perceptive, curious, interested in the deeper aspects of life
  • Negative Traits: difficult to read, you think everybody is untrustworthy, sensitive
  • Celebrities: Emma Watson, Prince, Ryan Gosling, Nicole Kidman

Sun In The 9th House

  • Positive Traits: open-minded, experimental, optimistic
  • Negative Traits: blind to people’s negative qualities, self-righteous, extremely idealistic
  • Celebrities: Courtney Love, Uma Thurman, Tom Cruise, Robin Williams

Sun In The 10th House

  • Positive Traits: ambitious, family-oriented, unwilling to give up
  • Negative Traits: may be preoccupied with status, neglects everything else besides their career/job, doesn’t create much time for social gatherings
  • Celebrities: Jim Morrison, Christina Aguilera, Jack Nicholson, Drew Barrymore

Sun In The 11th House

  • Positive Traits: collaborative, level-headed, observant
  • Negative Traits: your style of discussion is not always good for casual conversations, you don’t give everyone a chance to speak in a group, sometimes hard to follow
  • Celebrities: James Dean, Angelina Jolie, Gwen Stefani, Jimi Hendrix

Sun In The 12th House

  • Positive Traits: compassionate, sacrificing, understanding
  • Negative Traits: lazy, needs to help people in order to feel confident, finds it challenging to separate fantasy from reality
  • Celebrities: Kanye West, Taylor Swift, David Bowie, Katy Perry

Yeah it’s most certainly obvious that in the new episode, each pair of ‘parents’ represent the different kinds of parents in the world. Just a little analysis:

Max & Nikki: These two, though mostly Nikki, represent the kind of parents who are scared of the unknown and/or are trying their best to come to terms of what their doing. I myself saw a reflection of how teen/young adults react during their pregnancy/first couple years of the newborn’s life.

Preston & Nurf: the 'abusive household’ pair, mostly delving into both mental and physical abuse for either one of the parent’s, in this case the abusive one being Nurf and the victim being Preston. Through this pair, it can be seen how (though quite weird) how much these parents can affect their child’s growth and personality.

Dolph & Ered: The 'irresponsible’ pair that focus on parent’s who don’t properly know how to look after their children and are irresponsible with their actions. Much like how Ered had caused the 'death’ of the egg, it can be seen that through their irresponsibility, there can be dire consequences to their actions.

Space kid & Neil: These two, primarily Neil, represent the Neurotic, protection-obsessed parents that care a little too much on their child. When the egg smashed, I found myself thinking that it’s a symbolism of how protective parents can cause their kids to cave in and cause an unstable relationship between the parent and their child.

Harrison & Nerris: The two seemed to be quite 'pushy’ parents who tried to force their own dreams/personalities on their egg and took a more 'Authoritarian’ approach in terms of 'my way or the highway’ which lead me to believe that they represent those in which force their own aspirations on their child instead of letting their child be who and what they want.

Anyway, just a quick analysis on the new episode, it was a really good episode though I wish my baby Preston wasn’t hurt like that omg. Anything else to add? I’d love to hear your opinions!!

My Way Or The Highway (Part 2) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 1

Request: Hi can I ask a request for a Steve/skinny!steve x reader where someone reverses Steve’s serum for a while and the reader (girlfriend) takes care of him since he can get sick easily again. And maybe there could be a really fluffy part with her cuddling with him and liking that she was taller for once. And then when it goes back to normal, he thanks her for looking out for him, and he gives her a big warm hug. I know it’s long but you’re so good at writing, I just wanna see how you’ll do it. Thanks 😁

You had been with Steve for months now, in a relationship hinging on the understanding that you likely would never agree when you were working together, so you maintained a very intricate dance around that, keeping your work and private life as separate as possible.  Your time alone was always sweet but passionate, and something that you valued very much, given that your work relationship was filled with aggravation, tension, and verbal spars that left him wishing that he was still iced to soothe the burns you left behind.

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An Attack On Creators

I have been in various fandom for quite some time - not as long as some, but long enough.

Over the past twenty years, I have seen the same creative oppression occur time and again.

It starts with a disagreement of opinion. Two groups support different ships, or the same ship in different ways. 

Then a small subset (often on both sides) escalates from opinion to dictatorship: my way or the highway. Headcanons that initially brought people together start to tear them apart.

Attempting to validate their stance, people start to equate real life crime with fictional representation - often skewing to extremes (e.g. partners of legal age are pedophilic due to a five year age difference etc.)

Then come the attacks on key fandom figures. The aim is to silence the other side - to make an example: This is what happens when you do not agree with us - we will ruin you and all your hard work. Your creative efforts will be smeared by our attack and you will be reviled.

The end result is not a stronger fandom community. It is a terrified monolith operating in a narrow spectrum of creative constraints - and it is a key symptom of fandom decline.

Diversity decreases because creators fear retaliation. 

When it comes down to it, there are two key components required within the social contract of fandom creation and consumption.

1. Creators tag correctly to empower their audience.

2. The audience exercises that power by judicious consumption of fanworks and comprehend the potential limitations of the platform  (e.g. creator’s tags being list when reblogged)

With that in mind, fandoms can flourish to the best of their abilities. Without that basic, mutual understanding and cooperation, the community stifles and eventually smothers what it loves the most.

The Wood scouts Reverse! 

David- Seething hate for Camp Campbell and everyone there(especially Mr.Campbell), Fights with Jenny 24/7, will dead ass drop kick a kid, always planning in his cabin to figure out way to take down Camp Campbell, strict as a motherfucker, “FUCK”™, will use everyone and everything as a puppet if it means to get his way.

Neil- Top in his class, Strict Leader , youngest Scout to earn 34 badges in 2 weeks, has a crush on Tabii from Camp Campbell (But won’t admit it),”My way or the highway”.

Nurfington- Stoic, silent (Secretly sweet and kind to living things), will beat your face in with one punch.

Neilson- unexpectedly strong for his size,always fighting with Neil for top potion for the only “Neil” in the wood scouts, will shank you , (Hates heights)  

(and now up next are the Flower Scouts!) 

That's not my name. Here's my birth certificate as proof.

This is not mine, but my dad’s from back when he was in elementary school. TL;DR at the bottom

Back when he was a child in 6th or 7th grade, my dad had one of those teachers. We all know the one. The teacher whose classroom policy is “MY WAY. NO HIGHWAY OPTIONS” (of course this was around 1970, so things were a little different; still, this woman was a piece of work even then), and makes the life of any who dare displease her a living hell. This woman had it through her head that my dad’s first name was Ronald. It is not. His legal first name is Ronnie, but he goes by Ron. Anyway, this woman knew his name was Ronald, but he was being a smart ass about it.

So my dad eventually started ignoring her when she would call attendance for “Ronald.” And when she would ask if she had missed anyone, he would quietly raise his hand and announce that she had neglected his name. Inevitably she would ask him why he hadn’t responded when she called out Ronald, to which he would reply, in some form or another: “That’s not my name. My name is Ronnie.” She wasn’t having this and eventually grew tired of his repeated “infractions” and sent him to the principal. The principal was also a hard ass, but once he heard the whole story, just told my dad to answer to Ronald in class so as not to cause any more disruption.

This displeased my dad; he was - and still is - a strong-headed man. So he went home and asked to see his birth certificate. The next day when he went in and the teacher called for Ronald, he did as always and ignored this until the end. Once the teacher finally rounded on him, he stood up and said loudly enough to get everyone’s attention (something to the effect of, “I’ve told you every day now and you still don’t believe me. That’s. Not. My. Name. My name is Ronnie, and here is my birth certificate as proof.

Silence. No one had dared stand up to this woman before.

She strutted over and snatched the document out of his hand and her frown turned into a scowl as she read down to the name line, and further down to the official seal. She handed back his birth certificate and didn’t say a word to him for the rest of the day. Funny enough, he never had to correct her after that, though he says she would always pause before reading off his name. He never understood why…

TL;DR: my dad’s teacher didn’t believe his name was his name, so he proved her wrong in spectacular fashion.

Things Tim Drake has definitely said:
  • “Operation “this will most likely end badly” is a go.”
  • “I’m Batman.”
  • “It’s not murder if they don’t die.”
  • “A toast! To my brothers and sisters. What, a bunch of assholes.”
  • “I’m a genius.”
  • “Don’t ask stupid questions.”
  • “It won’t work!”
  • “It’s bombs, not bongs, dude.”
  • “You sound better with your mouth closed.”
  • “Salutations.”
  • “I would betray you all in the Hunger Games.”
  • “Marrying me’s a one-way street, baby. And that one way, is my way, cause there ain’t no highway after “I do”.”
  • “What you mean?”
My Way or the Highway (Steve Rogers x reader)

marvel-lover-sommer1196 said: A request for my favorite writer. A Steve x reader where the avengers recruit the reader who’s a mercenary and does things differently than the avengers and after she is recruited she butts heads with Steve. they are always fighting but eventually end up falling for each other maybe after something bad happens to one of them. thanks and love your writing.

I went a little long, but I had fun with this one!  

“Okay, so this is the locker room, there’s the gym, and down the hall is the entrance to the hangar bay where we came in.  Down one floor is the lab, infirmary, and library.  Two floors down is the kitchen and dining room, and another down is the lounge and common room.  All of our living quarters are on the floors above.  Any questions?”

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Normal Horoscope:

Aries: There is beauty in the simple. 

Taurus: My way or the highway has been responsible for some of the worst traffic in history.

Gemini: I asked the stars for your fortune but they all made a noise like a giant bell tolling. 

Cancer: Before you ask the question, do you really want to know the answer?

Leo: Every time you start from scratch the work gets a little cleaner.

Virgo: Be careful what you do at night. Dreams can be like chum in the water for all sort of unsavory sorts.

Libra: The whippings will continue until you are more compassionate and other such nonsense.

Scorpio: Sometimes how something feels is more important than what it does.

Ophiuchus: There is wisdom in the smog if you know how to look.

Sagittarius: Take what peace you have.

Capricorn: Common minds talk about people, great minds talk about ideas. What insufferable prick thought that up?

Aquarius: You may still have an old stuffed animal tucked neatly away in a drawer somewhere. Comfort comes from strange places.

Pisces: A hole made is a hole in need of something better.

My experience with the signs

As a Taurus sun/ stellium, Leo moon, Sagittarius rising w/ Taurus, Virgo, Aquarius dominance

Ares: You guys are great. Ares guys are very sweet and GENUINELY caring. Protective of their friends/loved ones and loyal.

Taurus: Well we tend to group up and herd. No kidding. Love Taureans a lot. Kind, chill, & caring but also determined and practical. PS we are not all food obsessed! Type to have a tight-knit group of friends, but also outside friends. Mysterious in that we are open, but you have to ASK for the info. Usually artistically inclined and/or an art lover. Stubborn with certain things. It is INCREDIBLY hard to change a Taurus’s opinion on personal beliefs.

Gemini: Love/Hate relationship & very hit-or-miss if I like you as an individual. Typically either emotionally sensitive or not at all. Fun but chaotic energy. Often lacking tact and will sometimes ignore personal boundaries. Having said that, one of my best friends and my mother are both Gems, and I can easily say that they are both v positive influences on myself. Personally, half the time hanging out with Geminis (less so with the Geminis I love) feels like herding cats. Likely to have energy projection, i.e. if they’re mad/upset they can get quiet and you can FEEL the anger (Gemini mars too).

Cancer: Soo incredibly sweet and wonderful. Somewhat easily confused. Honestly you guys are wonderful and I usually just want to take care of you. Very cuddly. Friendly to the extent of accidentally joining a gang by being sweet.

Leo:Basically giant chill cats. Pretty affectionate and Leo guys are cuddly. I like you guys, they’re very confident (outwardly). They like attention, but positive attention like compliments or one-on-one attention and conversation.

Virgo: So very lovely. I just love you guys. Wonderful aura, with similar vibes to Aquarius. 10/10 get yourselves a Virgo in your lives. Practical and caring. RELAXED Mercurial energy. Into weird or interesting things.

Libra: Pretty cool, sometimes with a beautiful singing voice. Tends to get super into a CERTAIN field interests. Artistically inclined and really interesting to talk to. Practical, knows a lot of people but in a stealthy way? Like you can be in the same circles with a seemingly unrelated person and six months later find out everyone knows them.

Scorpio: Easy to spot. I really like you guys, but you also kinda scare me. They have a snarky, somewhat catty sense of humor. Can be manipulative (some will even admit it) and may manipulate people for fun. Too many Scorpios together cause annoyance and drama-causing behavior, even if the Scorpios in question like each other. Don’t make them hate you, they’ll make sure you regret it. Also very passionate like Libra, but in a different way.

Sagittarius: Chill and interesting. Fairly adventurous and gregarious. Can come off as a weird combination of really attached but also unattached. I’m fascinated by you guys.

Capricorn: Oh you guys. My Dad and another best friend are both Caps. Kinda emotionally stuck, but you guys make it work. Family oriented. May be workaholics. Very much a my-way-or-the-highway type. Good social skills (they can work a room) even if they don’t necessarily care for socializing. Can be really stubborn and sarcastic if the mood strikes them.

Aquarius: You guys are WEIRD and I am HERE for it. Have an eccentric energy to them, and are fascinating to talk to. None of you ever come off the same either, so getting to know you is an experience. Such a pleasure hanging out with you.

Pisces: Typically nice and fairly sociable, I really like you all. Idk why, but without a doubt Pisces men always seem to have something sketchy or semi-sketchy going on with them (in my experience). I tend to be kinda wary of Pisces men.

anonymous asked:

Mtl who would like a more challenging s/o. Like someone really opinion driven and argumentative in a debating kinda of way?


  • Jungkook is our resident muscle bunny with a very competitive spirit. His leo moon makes him cocky and proud, and I think he’d go well with someone who also has a fire sign sun or moon and could challenge his ego. Also his scorpio mars craves a partner who can match his depth and passion
  • Jin’s hot personality stems from his sagittarius sun and aries moon, which are both fire signs. sagittariuses are wanderers who get bored with people quite quickly. he would need someone who can retort his sassyness to keep him interested.
  • Namjoon (virgo) and Hoseok (aquarius) both value intellectual stimulation. They’d love having someone who they can share ideas with, but in a cooperation nature not a competitive one.
  • Jimin (libra) and Yoongi (pisces) both have emotional and sensitive signs and would easily get hurt but an over opinionated partner (and tbh Yoongi would be 200% with ur sass real quick)
  • Taehyung’s capricorn sun likes assuming a dominant role in relationships and would prefer and submissive and passive partner. he has a bit of a “my way or the highway” attitude 

Originally posted by donttellmebye