neither did we

Do you guys honestly think that Luke, as we knew him in the first few episodes, would be a-okay with leaving Sarah to die even after hours of trying and then do the hanky panky with the person who even suggested that it was an a-okay thing to do?

Boi dashed across an entire state to save his people, two of which are neurodivergent and one of those being his best friend of literally 20 years. 

This is ridiculous.

Fell asleep on the train to Victoria yesterday, woke up full on cuddling the man next to me. I didn’t really know what to say so I didn’t say anything and neither did he so we just sat in silence for two stops until I got off at Clapham I still low key want to die.

The Smart Way

A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.

I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”

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Understand

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Request: y/n being insecure about herself and about love.

Word count: 2,534

Cracking noises from the flames in the beige brick fireplace hanging on the wall, filled the otherwise silent living room. These faint but warm noises always made me feel somehow calm.

I loved the heat filling up the room, I loved shutting my eyes and listen to the flames crack slowly, I loved how it all felt like home to me.

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i remember that one of my history teachers idolized andrew jackson. would go on and on about andrew jackson, the president for the common man, day after day. i sat in front of a native american student, and every time good ole mr. sherril would say, “president andrew jackson - ” i watched that boy’s face crumble, but he never once said a word.

imagine what it’d be like, sitting in a class, day after day, having to listen to someone sing the praises of the man who tore your ancestors off their land, killed thousands of them in doing so. who stuck your ancestors on reservations. imagine having to hear someone praise the genocide of your people.

1D Hiatus: Day 447

* A video of Louis defending himself and Eleanor from paparazzi and stalkers at LAX last night is released

* The Sun’s EXCLUSIVE articles about Louis being arrested after the incident at the airport are published, not describing what actually happened at all

* Steve Aoki stands up for Louis via Twitter

* #WeSupportLouis and #WeStandByLouis trend on Twitter

* Harry meets a fan in London

* You can now vote Niall, the boys and Louis and Steve for ‘Best Male Artist’, ‘Best Group’ and ‘Best Collaboration’ at Radio Disney Music Awards

* Nicki Minaj quotes two of Liam’s tweets

* Niall attends the Haye vs. Bellew fight at the O2 in London

* Niall posts two videos on Snapchat, three videos and two pictures on his Instagram account and story

It’s Mar 4th, 2017.

PSA!!!

Hey guys! i have some really important news for all of you so i really need your attention right now.

about a day or two ago requested my followers to send fluffy klance prompts to my inbox, and while it has been pretty nice and all, sadly some of the content sent is, as it turns out, offensive and disrespectful to some individuals. i wasn’t aware of this fact, and sadly allowed the ask to be posted. this could be an easy fix if the ask hadn’t of gotten so many notes, but unfortunately it’s gotten out of hand now. (i’m pretty sure it’s almost up to 500 notes now :( )

this is the post i am talking about. someone pointed out how the idea that a disability (such as deafness) needing to be cured in order to achieve a happy relationship is an abliest idea and shouldn’t be tolerated (because this suggests that those who are deaf are “broken” and need to be “fixed”, which isn’t the case at all.)

with that said, i would like to ask anyone who comes across the original post to not reblog it/like it so we can avoid spreading these kinds of ideals in the fandom. i would also like to ask anyone who has reblogged it to go back and delete it off their blog, if they are willing. (i plan to delete the original post as well so people can’t rb it from the source anymore.)

i know none of you meant any ill intentions by sharing the post, and neither did i. however sometimes we can hurt people without meaning to. in order to make things right, we must own up to our mistakes even if our intention wasn’t bad in the first place. i hope you can understand! (please do not take this as me pointing fingers at anyone, i’m the one to be at fault here because i allowed the ask to be posted on my blog, thus giving people the implication that it was okay to allow these type of ideals. if anyone is to blame here, it’s me.)

one final thing i would like to ask, is if you guys could share this post by reblogging it or linking it to anyone you know who rb’d the post so people can see this and be aware of the situation. it would really help out a ton.

thank you for reading this and i hope you have a nice day!

Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 3

A/N: I will edit this later, because my laptop is out of commission and I only have my tablet ATM! Enjoy! @sin-cake-finished-and-baked 

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You backed up against the wall, watching them. Laurens raised his eyebrows at your reaction, standing up from his seat. He was towering over you, the angle completely different from what you remembered. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see if this was a dream. 

You noticed the library computer broken, your document probably erased. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, his freckles much more prominent than it used to be. Lafayette stood next to him, watching you. He tried to touch your arm, but you jumped away. You immediately regretted that, seeing his face drop. Mulligan stood up, and began walking towards you. You put your hands up, and he stopped immediately. 

“I…I-” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I can’t deal, I need a second.” You walked out, closing the door behind you. You sighed, leaning your back against the door. 

What the hell just happened? Your small friends became these huge, handsome men? Dealing with Hamilton would have been fine, but all of them? You felt your heart pounding in your chest, blocking out every other sound. 

Three Months Ago: 

You were cleaning your house, straightening up your room. As you organized your books, you noticed a small figure. At first, you thought it was a mouse. But on further examination, it had hair, and a green outfit on. Like something from the history books. 

“What…” You whispered, staring at it. The small figure turned around, glaring. 

“Took you long enough to clean this place up. Do you know how many dust bunnies I had to fight to stay alive?” He gestured to the red stain on his shirt. “I’ve killed many men, Y/N, but these things are much more vicious than that." 

You stayed silent, staring at the small man in front of you. "Oh no, I’ve gone crazy. I’m completely insane. My sister told me not to move here, but I didn’t listen. And now I’m a crazy lady with small men talking to her.” You said, rubbing your forehead. 

The man laughed. “Well, seeing Alexander Hamilton in front of you must be a shock. I mean, look at me.” He did a pose, and you grinned. And he’s a pompous asshole. 

“Okay, then, Alexander Hamilton, how did you get into my room? And why are you the size of my pinky?” He frowned, crossing his arms. You couldn’t help it, even though he was already annoying, he was cute. 

“I was having relations with a-" 

"Hey! No need for those details. How old are you again?” He rolled his small eyes, jumping down into your hand. You carried him to the desk, and he climbed off your hand, leaning on your coffee cup. He cleared his throat, looking back up at you. 

“You know, for being such a smart woman, you are quite the idiot. Just because I am small does no mean I don’t indulge in my desir-" 

"Okay, like I said, we’re done talking about your relations." 

"This is pertinent to the story, Y/N. But I can leave out the explicit parts of you’d like,” you nodded and he continued, “She gave me this small bottle. She told me that it an an elixir that would pleasur- help, me, rise to the occasion.” He smirked at his play on words. 

“I took it, and I ended up here. It was not a fun experience, I was terrified for the first few weeks." 

"You’ve been here for weeks? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” “You had these ‘midterms’ that you were worried about, and I did not want to disturb your thoughts. It is hard to bring your mind into that pace, and I understand that if I interrupted you would have failed theses terms." 

For a jerk, he was kind. He smiled at you sweetly. "But now that we’re here, can I eat something? All I’ve ever had was crumbs when you were sleeping. You almost stepped on me once, you know. I was going to start a duel with you." 

"Yea, yea. See where that lands you.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen. Hamilton jumped on your back, sitting in the hood of your sweatshirt. 

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

After giving yourself a few more seconds to calm down, you opened the door back up again. They all stood there, blocking your way into the room. You cleared your throat. 

“Mind letting me through?” Mulligan pushed the others back, giving you a path. He was massive, his muscles prominent on the sleeves of his shirt. 

As you glanced at them, you noticed that they were wearing the doll clothes that you gave them when they were small. You went back to your seat, your head on your hands. The boys followed, sitting around the square table. 

“Okay, first off, how-" 

"You’re really beautiful, Y/N.” Laurens blurted out. You widened your eyes, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He laughed nervously, looking at his hands. “You were beautiful before, but seeing you now, it is even more shocking." 

Mulligan hit his friend’s arm, glaring at him. "Hey, stop bothering Y/N when she’s trying to talk.” Laurens rolled his eyes. 

“Here comes the jealousy again." 

"I told you, for the last time-" 

Lafayette sighed at the two of them arguing, looking at you with sympathy. You didn’t notice before, but his hair was curly, his facial hair trimmed nice. A part of you wondered how he kept it groomed, but that was not the problem right now. 

"Mon amis, Y/N is still waiting. Please give her the consideration to let her speak.” Hamilton laughed, looking at you. 

He had a goatee, which was trimmed as well. He wore the jeans and plaid shirt that you gave him. His arms were crossed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You are quite lovely, Y/N. Before, you were this giant that didn’t let me do anything. But now…" 

Mulligan stood up again, about to walk over to Hamilton. This time, you knew you would not be able to stop them without getting hurt yourself. "Hamilton, I’m going to kick your as-" 

"Guys, can we stop this testosterone fest for a second? I need to figure out how this happened, and I can’t if you keep on hitting on me and arguing.” Mulligan widened his eyes. 

“I’m sure we did not hit you, Y/N.” You rubbed your forehead. 

“That’s not what I, never mind. Just, just sit down and listen.” You grumbled at them. Hamilton shot Mulligan another glare, before sitting down across from you. Laurens sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked away from him, the stare too intense for you. 

“Okay, so how’d you guys become human-sized?” You glanced at Lafayette and Mulligan, “Maybe a little bigger than that." 

"It’s Hamilton’s fault.” Mulligan started. Hamilton rolled his eyes. 

“Here we go again.” “I told you to stop blaming him, Hercules.” You replied, frowning. He widened his eyes, beginning to protest. 

“Alas, it was the Caribbean’s fault this time.” Lafayette said, defending his friend. “While Laurens and myself were stopping them from fighting, Hamilton fell off the desk. We all ran to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. Laurens jumped down as well, and saw Hamilton climbing inside the computer. Laurens didn’t want him to get hurt, and neither did we, so we all followers him. It is interesting to see how much society has changed.” Lafayette commented. 

Laurens continued the story. “We found a red wire, and Hamilton touched it, shocking all of us. Immediately, we grew in size. And I’m sorry about your computer, Y/N,” he said, glancing at the broken parts, “We did not know.”

 Hamilton said nothing the whole time, looking at his hands. After he noticed the silence, he glanced up at you. He smiled innocently. “Yes, Y/N?" 

"I’m happy that the four of you are bigger now, but why did you have to go and look through things you aren’t supposed to? You could have hurt yourself, or have gotten yourself killed.” Hamilton looked at you, and eyebrow raised. 

“Ah, do you finally care about my well-being? You usually trap me under a glass prison." 

"I would now, if you weren’t huge.” You mumbled. “I heard that, you know." 

"We need to get out of this room and go home. We have to figure out why this happened and how can we send you guys back.” You said, grabbing your bag. Looking at the destroyed computer, you sighed. “How am I going to explain this to the staff?" 

"You don’t?” Hamilton suggested, standing up from his chair. “Let’s just go, and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary." 

"I can’t just leave it like that, that’s rude and unnecessary.” Laurens grabbed your hand, pulling you out the room. You protested, but the other boys followed, quickly walking out the library. 

You were looked at strangely, but you ignored them. Laurens was walking the correct way to the apartment, and you wondered how did he know. 

“John, how do you know how to get back to my house?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling. 

“I leave when you leave sometimes. Usually in your hoodie, but I’m in your purse most of the time." 

"Laurens-!” Lafayette moved next to you. “It is true, Y/N. We have left the house more than once.” You shook your head at them. 

“I am ashamed of all of you." 

Mulligan sighed. "You know, you don’t have to hold Laurens’ hand the whole time.” You looked t your entwined fingers, and pulled it out quickly, seeing the disappointment on his face. 

Hamilton stayed quiet, walking behind all of you. You slowed down, meeting him side by side. Even though he was the shortest, he was still taller than you. 

You touched his arm, and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, Alex?” He nodded slowly.

“There’s just a lot to take in, as all. I am used to seeing everything bigger than me, and it’s strange to see you small.” He said, grinning. “But I don’t mind this height difference." 

You walked into your house, holding the door open for the boys. Once of your neighbors noticed you bringing in all the boys, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He was one of the many nosy neighbors that you had, always trying to see what you were doing. 

To entertain his mind, you looked back at the boys, then at him. "We’re dating, polygamy you know?” You whispered, and he widened his eyes, closing his door in your face. You laughed, locking your door behind you. 

“Y/N? I think you need to see something!” Lafayette called from your room. You threw your bag on your counter, walking into the next room. The boys were standing around your desk, staring at the surface. 

“Guys? What’s up?” You asked, pushing past them. You looked down, widening your eyes. “What…?”

and for a moment, just for a moment, I believed him when he said I was beautiful. and in that moment, I had never felt better. but unfortunately, moments don’t last forever, and neither did we.
Regrets

Marty Scurll x reader

(Y/N)’s car breaks down and in a panic she dials the first number she can think of- Marty, with whom she’s currently on break from.

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You Better

The taxi pulled to a stop in front of what looked to be like an apartment complex. I smiled and paid him 30 bucks and he nodded his head as he departed. This is it. This. Is. It. I sighed and walked towards the door. My phone dinged.

Take the elevator to the 4th floor. I’ll be waiting.

I followed the instructions and felt a knot well up inside. The elevator stopped and there he stood. His foot propped up against the wall, his hands in his pockets. Man was he breath taking.

“Hey Love.” his accent greeted me. Butterflies fluttered inside my chest and I smiled.

“Hi Tom.” I said, as I was welcomed into his arms. I took in his scent and looked up at him.

“I’ve missed you.” he whispered.

“So have I.” I whispered back. He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. He took my hand and led me down the corridor towards his room. As soon as we got inside, he locked the door behind him and kissed me.

“We need more us time.” he said in-between kisses, his hands finding my hair. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nodded.

“You’re always gone.” I said, breaking the kiss to look at him.

“I find it rather sexy.” he smirked.

“Now do you.” I said, raising an eyebrow. His eyebrows furrowed at my cocked eyebrow. I started to leave small kisses on his neck, just enough to tease him. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him. He started to unzip my jacket and I did the same to him.

Soon we were in our undergarments, enjoying each other. He walked us over to the couch where we plopped down, causing us to laugh. He left trails of kisses from my neck down to my shoulders then down to my chest. He came back up to meet my eyes and we just stared at each other.

I touched his face with my hand and he roamed my side up to my shoulders then back down with his hand. He went for my neck, leaving small and soft kisses here and there. I bit my lip and brought his hand up to my chest where he gave a small squeeze. He started to bite and suck the crook of my neck making a moan escape from my lips. I felt him smile and I pushed him so he was sitting up.

I straddled his hips and began kissing his neck. His hands roamed my body and I felt him harden as I began to bite his sweet spot. His head went back and a small moan escaped, making me excited. I began to move my hips around which made his Adam’s apple bob. He looked me in the eye and I saw that his pupils were dilated.

“You’re being such a tease.” he said, his voice stern.

“Well someone had to be.” I said giving him a kiss and softly biting his lower lip.

“Okay. That’s it.” he said placing me onto my back and roaming my body. He played with my panties, teasing me with the hem of them. He crawled on top of me for a kiss, letting his lips hover over mine, initiating the game we invented. Whoever kisses first loses. I smirked and my hand found its way towards his boxers, making sure to brush up against his member. His breath hitched and I smiled.

“No fair.” he said.

“What’s not? This?” I said, stroking his member through tight boxers.

“Yes you cheater.”

“It’s not cheating if you let me.“I said, bringing my lips closer to his. His lips crashed onto mine and as soon as I went to take off his boxers, the door knob rattled. We stopped kissing and froze, both looking at the door. There stood Harrison, with a doughnut in his mouth until it fell when he saw us.

“Well… I didn’t know we were expecting anyone.” Harrison said.

“Neither did we.” I said as Tom handed me my jacket.

“Ah.. I see. Well, if you would excuse me, I’m going to go rinse my eyes out.” Harrison joked.

“Soap is under the sink mate.” Tom said, buttoning his pants.

“Much appreciated.” Harrison said, covering his eyes. I rolled my eyes and slipped my shirt on.

“We still have tonight.” Tom whispered in my ear.

“I don’t think so.” I teased, grabbing my jeans. He took ahold of my hand and spun me towards him.

“You better.” he said, squeezing my arse. I mocked being shocked and slapped his shoulder playfully.

“You guys are gross.” Harrison shouted from the bathroom. Tom and I smiled at one another.

What she says: I’m fine.
What she means: In the television show, Grey’s Anatomy created by Shonda Rhimes, we see at Derek Shepherd’s funeral, Cristina Yang standing with newly widowed, Meredith Grey. Her presence is to create a feeling of support for Meredith who is evidently grieving and to show that Yang would never abandon her “person” at a time like this. A body double was used to fill Sandra Oh’s position because the actress was unavailable for filming at the time. But in this scene however we did not see any evidence of Derek Sherpherd’s mother or sisters in attendance at this  funeral. Neither did we see Addison Shepherd, the deceased’s ex-wife. Why did we never get to see any of these people’s reactions to their beloved family member’s death? If the producers were able to bring in a body double for Cristina, why couldn’t they bring in body doubles for the Sherpherd family too? 

What is it that makes SnK manga so good?

SnK manga started very simple. It could have been explained in one sentence: It’s a story about mindless giants that eat humans.

The story was very mysterious, and it remained like that until few chapters ago. The amount of information we got during the first 85 chapters was so small that it could probably be said in one chapter.

So in other words, what kept SnK manga so good wasn’t the story itself, because there was not much of the story in the first place, it was the characters. The genius part of SnK are the characters that are written and developed so well, that they feel alive.

One of the greatest manga authors of all time Yoshihiro Togashi (Hunter x Hunter mangaka) once said:

“Manga first needs to be interesting based on character relationships. What makes a manga great is whether or not you can relate to the characters that the manga artist creates. If the characters are lively and the manga looks fun to read, the world doesn’t even matter.”

Masashi Kishimoto, the writter of Naruto agreed with him, and added:

“Even if the creator is excited about the world, unless there’s interesting characters there, others won’t care. It’ll just be something they don’t understand.”

The character interactions and development in SnK is literally the best I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know it was plausible to be so attached to the characters until I’ve read SnK. We followed the story together with the characters, and even though we didn’t understand the world they lived in, neither did they, so we lived through the story together with them, and together learned the answer to one small question at a time.

We knew that eventually both the characters and us are gonna find out the big mysteries behind the SnK world, it’s been build up since the beginning that the basement will show us the answers, and again we did it together with the characters, through Grisha’s book, and Eren’s memories. So we continued to live together with the characters.

However, these last 3 chapters were different.

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About Mor

The most interesting line to me about Mor in ACOMAF was when they encountered Jurian and he said to Mor, “‘Liar…You were always such a liar, Morrigan.’“  While at the time, Jurian was the enemy, I thought the line was important.  Morrigan was supposed to have the “gift of truth,” so why would Jurian - someone with whom they fought during the war - say she was “always” a liar?  It seemed ironic, and irony in SJM books is almost always important.

It was clear Mor was hiding something throughout ACOMAF, with her various disappearances, snapping at Cassian if he asked where she was, refusing to tell Azriel as well.  Spending all night out “drinking” but being fresh as a daisy in the morning.  I suspected she was betraying the Inner Circle, and to some degree I was right: while she wasn’t betraying them to Hybern, she was still lying to them.

I know many people are upset with how she was portrayed in ACOWAR and feel it came out of left field, but personally I disagree.  SJM laid a very careful trail that Mor was hiding something and was going behind the backs of the others.  Some feel that it was not an accurate representation of LGBTQ+, and I will not comment on that as it’s not my place.  However, as someone who is 15-20 years older than most people in this fandom, I will say that her experience does fall into a pattern of some of the people I’ve known in my life.

In my lifetime, I’ve been fortunate to witness a drastic increase in acceptance of the LGBTQ+ community.  When I was a teenager, the concept of gay marriage being legal was unbelievably foreign.  Through high school and college, gay and trans kids getting beaten - even to death - was not uncommon.  I was a senior in high school the first time a same-sex couple went to prom in my area, and it made the newspaper (and not in a good way).  After I graduated, my now-husband and I marched in our state Capitol and we went door to door in support of marriage equality, and we held off on getting married until civil unions were legal in our state (one of the earliest to adopt them and then a couple years later, true marriage equality).  I know many people who remained in the closet until they were older because of fear of their families, fear of persecution in their neighborhoods, fear of losing their jobs.  They married members of the opposite sex and had children and did all of the things Mor was pressured to do, all while hiding their true selves.  Eventually many of them came out, divorced their spouses, and found their true partners.  Some remain in the closet. 

I’m telling this story because to me, Mor’s confession to Feyre rang true as that of some of my friends who realized who they were in a time and place where that particular trait could make their lives miserable or even dangerous.  They didn’t have to worry about being sold in marriage, or tied down and forced to submit for the sake of an alliance, but that pressure to “breed their bloodlines,” the idea that they would be selfish not to, was high.  And many of them succumbed.  Mor is afraid of this deepest, most intimate part of herself being shamed by her family.  This is why, after hundreds of years, she dreads going back to the Court of Nightmares.  Even Rhys commented that it’s been long enough Mor should’ve gotten over it, but she hasn’t - because she hasn’t faced the source of her fear.  Not that they abused her, half-killed her, and nailed a note to her body - but that they would find out her true self and demean it. 

Velaris is a safe place for her - the real reason she was so upset about Rhys allowing Keir to enter it.  It’s her one safe place.  But of course Rhys couldn’t know _how_ important it was because she has never been honest with him.  However, I do not for one second believe the Inner Circle is entirely naive.  Amren advised Feyre that “’There are some truths that even Morrigan has not herself faced.’”  And while we all feel sorry for Azriel, do we honestly believe he doesn’t know?  With his shadows and his own disappearances?  Do we really believe that Nuala and Cerridwen don’t know, and wouldn’t have told Az?  I would bet Cassian suspects, and it’s only Rhys who is truly naive.  Rhys, who is connected with the Court of Nightmares, who loves Mor and believes in equality but who is still so interconnected with her family.  Who will make his own decisions about what’s best for his Court without necessarily taking into account the needs of the individuals around him (except Feyre).

Was Mor cruel to Az?  Yes and no.  Only in that she should know she could trust him and new she was confusing him by sleeping with men openly.  But she was afraid, for excellent reason, and traumatized, and then it was just beyond awkward.  People complain that this was poorly written, and I would love to know why.  SJM had laid the foundation of Mor’s secret in ACOMAF; had outed her as a liar at a fundamental level; had dropped hints she did not return Az’s feelings (remember her surprise and then guarded behavior when Feyre asked her if she’d ever slept with him); and then Mor confessed a totally realistic and understandable fear that she had not yet overcome.  Remember, we’re reading from Feyre’s perspective.  She didn’t see it, so neither did we.  Doesn’t mean it was out of character or unrealistic.

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anonymous asked:

Awhile ago my geometry teacher didn't show up and neither did the sub, so we just had study hall and one kid airplayed max and ruby on the projector. It was a good day

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 8

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev)

Words: 2.1k

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Fluff. { slightly angst }

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Title: To The Freakin’ Moon.

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it. (x)

Jensen: “Good trip so far?”  

You: “She only dropped juice all over herself once and cried to the top of her lungs twice. It’s going great and everyone in this plane loves us.”

Jensen: “Ha! I’ll be in the lookout for viral videos of you sending someone to hell if they cross the line. Show em your mean right.”

You: “Funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is a jerk to us.”

Jensen: “I wouldn’t be surprise if you kick their asses.”

You: “You know me so well. She’s sleeping right now.”

Jensen: “Give her a kiss for me. Gotta go.”

After locking your phone, you looked down to the sleeping beauty in your arms. Knowing she rested peacefully in your arms melted your heart. She didn’t have a care in the world. You knew she was feeling cold when her tiny body curled towards you. The corner of your lip curved up watching her seek for warmth in you. Slowly and trying not to wake her up, you grabbed the pink blanket from your bag and covered her up.  

The flight went on for two more hours until you finally landed in Vancouver. Jensen was waiting for you as you walked out of the airport. His smile got wider watching you walk towards him with the stroller.  The sudden flashing lights interrupted the moment.

Jensen’s picked up his pace and reached you and JJ. He gave you a kick kiss on the lips before escorting you towards the car. You re-adjusted your bag and followed him closely towards the car.

“Are you okay after the accident, Y/N?”, “When’s the wedding?”, “Is there a wedding at all?!”, “You gotta put a ring on it, Jensen! She’s too hot!”.

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Close Future - Part 3

Part: 1

Part: 2

Summary: Your stay at the Stark Tower is extended, and after talking to Sam, your time with the Avengers seem to take a more permanent turn.

Warnings: Pain (still a stupid warning but yeah)

Words: 2 304

A/N: Okay so I want to post longer parts than this and I’ll do that in the next part! Also, the tags are messed up I’m pretty sure I’m not tagging people idk. Sorry if it doesn’t work!

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by hospitalheaveninactive


She could hear sounds before she could see what caused them. Her head felt heavy along with her entire body and she could only describe everything as if she had been his by a truck and then fallen asleep for two days straight. 

“Y/N?” Tony called out as he noticed her nose scrunch up, eyes moving behind closed lids. “Take it easy.”

She managed to open her eyes and felt sick. She held back her guts and looked around the dim the room which only she and Tony were in. She heard the steady beat of her heart being motored to her side and felt a needle stuck in her arm, a long tube filled with clear fluid traveling from it.

“How are you felling?” Tony asked, taking a quick glance of her vitals before returning his focus to her

“Like the day after a hell of a night.“ She groaned, submitting to her eyes who wanted nothing but to close shut again. Tony smiled, liking the reference to himself as he asked Friday to alert Bruce that Y/N had woken up.

“We did some testing whilst you were out, tried to find out what happened? Seems that awesome brain of yours can’t handle too much awesomeness… We measured your brain activity again and it was lower than the before-numbers from yesterday. I’d equal that as to you needing to recharge, right?” Tony asked, trying to understand her powers which became more complicated the more information about them he received.

“Yeah, I guess they work like a battery in a way, only I don’t plug in the charger over night. I do that when I wake up.”

“So you just decide to fill up on juice, or how does it work?” Tony gave her a look as he neared the electrodes they had replaced on her forehead. She nodded and watched as he removed them.

“I decide to not use my powers. That way, my body can catch up from a whole night of work.”

Bruce appeared behind the glass door across the room and pushed the door open, remaining in the doorframe. “Hey, Peter wants to come in, if that’s okay?”

“Sure.” She smiled before Bruce walked inside and held the door open, Peter walking in right behind him. “Hey, Spider-Boy.”

Tony looked in surprise towards her before glancing over to Bruce who met his stare, his lips threatening to curl up into a smile.

“Actually, it’s Spi-”

“I know it is.” She interrupted Peter, still smiling. “I’m just messing with you.”

Peter looked down at her as she laid on the flat bed, eyes closed in tiredness whilst still talking to him. “Are you okay?”

“Oh I’m fine! I’ll be back to prime health in an hour or something I’m sure.” She assured the worried teen. “By the way, can we make this thing go up?”

She motioned for the bed and Tony handed her a small remote which had rested on the side of the bed frame. She pressed the up button and groaned in discomfort as her stiff and aching body moved. Her back began to repeatedly crack and she lifted her thumb, the bed stopping. “Oh, that’s not… Pleasant…”

“You good?” Tony grabbed the remote from her hand and out it back in it rests where she could still reach it. She nodded, briefly opening her eyes, her breathing heavy.

“Where’s- where is Sam?” She had wanted to know the answer to that questions since the second she was awake and not too out of it. Bruce looked away from her like he didn’t want to answer the question, but became the one who did it anyway.

“He left. Suited up, if you know what I mean.”

“Mhm…” She sighed in response. “Is Steve around, possibly?”

“I can go get him.” Peter volunteered, just wanting to help despite that it would have been easier to just let Friday contact Steve. Peter was out of the lab before anyone could reason with him.

She almost looked ahead in time to see how long it would take for Steve to get down to the lab, but she caught herself before completing the action thankfully. It was strange, to be so restricted when her powers were such a natural thing to hear by then. She had never really worried about not being able to use them. Sure, she passed up on it a few times the first hour after she woke up, but after that, things were back to normal again.

“Don’t do that.” Bruce said as he saw how her eyes never flashed with color but how they still became withdrawn from reality. She snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes landing on the scientist at the end of her bed. “I don’t know how your powers operate, but I don’t think you’re ready to run them just yet.”

“I’m not, but it’s so easy to fall into it. It’s been seven years since I got them and now I have to concentrate to it use them instead of the other way around.” She sighed as she felt the sick feeling from the sedatives still churning in her guts. “I think I’ll just stay here for a few hours or so, if that’s alright?”

Bruce nodded. “Of course.”

Peter opened up the door with Steve at his heel. The Captain looked over to Y/N who was visibly drained, not only physically. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah, could we talk? Alone?” She asked with her eyes diverting to the others in the room. Neither o them said anything but began to leave. Tony had to push Peter out with him but soon the two of them along with Bruce were out of the lab and the door shut behind them.

Y/N turned her focus to Steve again who crossed the room to be closer to her. “You’re the closest to Sam here… I just want to know what your thoughts are, on all of this.” She gestured around herself, hoping Steve would get it.

“I think he feels bad, now.” He sighed, pulling a chair which stood against the wall to the short end of the bed. “I think that’s why he took off shortly after you fell asleep. I don’t know what you think about him, but just know that he’s not as angry at you as he makes it seem… He hasn’t told me everything from his time in the military but he has mentioned you multiple times, how you saved his life on countless occasions. He just needs time to accept the decisions you made and to move forward.”

The man was smarter than she had thought. “So you think it would be good if I stayed here?”

Steve remained silent for a few moments. He had thought about how much it would help to have someone with her abilities around, but he had also thought about what would be the best for Sam. His conclusion had been the same.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded. “You and Sam both know that you work well together and in a larger team. You could use your abilities to do good by others and save lives… I have a feeling that that’s something you want.”

She nodded, feeling emotional all of a sudden but skillfully containing them. “It’s all I want.”

“Exactly, so we’ll fix this, whatever it is. As soon as Sam gets back I suggest you two talk.”

“I will- I mean, we will.” She sighed, exhausted. “And now that you’re here I just have to ask, where are the rest of the Avengers and who are they? I know about the Hulk and Thor but I’ve seen neither of them, then there is that man that became four stories high over in Europe about a year ago…”

Steve smiled, looking down at his hands in his lap. “There are a few more, but Thor is in Asgard, I think. And then Hulk and four-stories-tall guy you’ve already met…”

She looked at him, raising a brow questioningly.

“The Hulk is an alternate side of of Dr. Banner that he doesn’t really like talking about, and then Scott can become both four stories high and shrink down to the size of an ant, hence his nickname, Ant-Man.”

“No. Way.” She gasped. “Scott, is that guy? I never would have guessed.”

“Neither did we.” Steve admitted with a small chuckle which lightened the mood necessarily. “You have everything you need?”

He looked around her where he saw nothing but machines and medical appliances. She followed to where his eyes were and shrugged her shoulders. “You mean if I need anything after all you’ve given me and all you’ve done? No thanks, I’m more than fine.”

“Hey, if we are truly in the talks of you joining this dysfunctional little family, I don’t think you should worry too much about receiving things, especially not help. If I know Tony right, he’s going to construct the best suit you can imagine the second your name goes on paper around here.”

Subtle pain erupted in her head again and Steve froze as he saw the light dance in her eyes for just a split second. A strained whine rumbled in her throat as the spin settled, her lips parting. “Sam’s coming… I couldn’t help but see it.”

Perhaps her subconscious continuously tried to search for Sam, but it had not been her own doing to look ahead incase he would show.

There were two knocks on the door before it slowly opened, a quiet and withdrawn Sam standing in the doorframe. Steve glanced back to him, beginning to stand up when Sam put a stopping hand out. “You can stay.” He explained as Steve sunk back in the seat. “I don’t have anything to hide.”

She watched the man she had known for what felt like her entire life. The days and nights in enemy territory had seemed twice as long and harsh as the ones at home. The bond they had created was one of a kind and despite everything, both of them knew it was unbreakable.

“I’m sorry.” She began but Sam raised his hand again.

“No, I am. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. If I had your abilities, god knows I wouldn’t have a single clue of how to deal with them, when to use them and when to stand down. You’ve done an amazing job over the years and I owe you my life.”

“Stop…” She tried again.

“You would make an exceptional addition to the team, Y/N. I’m sorry we lost contact after Iraq. I’ll try to make up for the time we lost.”

She hated him. “You’re such a softy, you know that?” She laughed half heartedly, trying not to cause her body too much pain.

“Still not softer than you.” He teased, lips tightly pressed together in a smile as he tried to maintain some masculinity after her remark. Steve felt content seeing his friend unite with his own one.

“I’ll- I think I’ll rest now, though. We can go all soft later when this is over.” She winced and tapped her finger against her head. She reached for the remote and brought the bed down enough so that she was still tilted slightly. Her mind dozed away as the drugs still clung heavily to her body. She fell asleep again, a much warmer welcome awaiting her when she would wake.


“I swear to you, I flung around the entire Empire State Building!” Peter assured whilst Tony waved him off, knowing the truth but enjoying to torture the kid a little.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He said and took a bite of the grilled asparagus beside his steak. It was rare for so many of the Avengers to be gathered and even more so to eat a proper meal together. Tony had ordered in food from a five star restaurant in Soho however and no one on the team would ever pass down on such an offer.

“That does not mean you should do it.” Steve lectured Peter before he could say anything more. The elevator dinged, interrupting their conversation and pulling their attention towards Y/N that walked out in Stark Industries sweat-attire, pale and tired looking.

“Can I join?” She asked hesitantly, seeing a perfect seat between Sam and Peter which she had to assume had been reserved for her.

“Of course, here.” Sam got up and wandered to the kitchen counter which was the closest thing to the dining table yet far away due to the sheer size of the room. He returned with a plate of food as she took a seat, awkwardly smiling from all the attention she was receiving. Sam put the plate down for her and sat back down.

She look at her dinner, a nice steak with grill-patterns across its glazed surface, equally as appetizing asparagus beside it and roasted potatoes with red whine sauce on the side. “This better than anything I’ve eaten the past 10 years… Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked as he had been the one that kept the most track of her health.

“I’m fine. I’m not gonna push it, but I can use my powers again… Watch out for Natasha’s drink, Scott.” Y/N warned Scott who was mere inches away from the glass of water with his elbow. He swallowed his bite harshly as he and Natasha stared at her. “Anyway.”

“You’re sticking around with us?” Tony questioned, not wanting to get his hopes up too much although he had taken Peter’s side and liked the girl.

She glanced towards Sam who looked down at his plate, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I think I might.”

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