next up the dudes

Some of y’all are asking about the ritual with the scotch, so HERE IS A STORY THAT SPANS SEVERAL GENERATIONS OF SHENNANIGANS.

So my dad’s side of the family is a bunch of rowdy farm boys with a dark sense of humor. My oldest uncle Tim was the first to get married and the rest of them orchestrated this complicated, almost medieval style dance routine on the dance floor where they would switch dance partners mid-song and slowly danced the bride towards the door, swept her up, put her in the back of the pickup truck, and took her away.

Tim doesn’t notice until the song ends. This was in the 70′s, way before cell phones. The front desk of the hotel gets a call, it’s one of my uncles. “We have your wife. The price is one bottle of scotch.”

He’s like ‘what is this shit?’ And he figures they can’t hold out too long. They have to come back sometime. No. They are literally driving her around the block several times, stopping at pay phones to check in to see if he’s gotten the ransom. This goes on for about an hour.

So he goes out and gets a bottle of scotch, puts it by the door as they drive by and everyone returns.

All the boys got married in the order of their birth and let me just say… they’re not above petty payback. Next one up is Jay who just… seems to forget entirely that his brothers are complete jackasses. Also, he was kind of the ringleader at the last one so there’s no way they could do it to him!

Haha… ha…. haaaaaaaa… oh, uncle Jay. You sweet summer child… who is also several decades older than me. 

Bride gets kidnapped, almost in the same manner as Tim’s. The price, as always, is a bottle of scotch. But Jay… oh… Jay…

Jay just HAD to get his ass married on a Sunday and this is Indiana, buck-o. There ain’t no alcohol sales on Sundays. No liquor stores, no grocery stores, no convenience stores. Nowhere. But there WAS a bar at the Marriott holding the reception. So he had to pay the front desk $75 for a bottle of scotch maybe worth $20 so he could get his wife back. 

A pattern emerges. 

My uncle Moe was next in line. They…. eloped for reasons, but for the purposes of this story we will say that he avoided a situation where his brothers could steal his wife. It’s kind of a personality thing with him, we’ve noticed. Just… ‘oh! Let me avoid this conflict entirely.’ 

Next up is my dad, who is a fun-loving dude who had his reception at a bowling alley and he was NOT, I repeat: NOT- going to have this night ruined by larceny when there is IMPORTANT BOWLING TO BE DONE. Buys a bottle of scotch and and presents it to his brothers with a big audience just so no one can claim that he didn’t. Everyone has fun. 

Moe’s first marriage falls through, and I’m not saying that there’s superstitious reasons for this but I’m just saying- he most certainly DID NOT present a bottle of scotch as an offering at the reception so we must reasonably assume that this had something to do with it. He gets married again and you better believe that there was a bottle of scotch waiting for his brothers at their table. 

So this tradition carried on into the next generation. No one actually expects that the four of them are up to kidnapping anyone when they’re well into their 50′s, but no one is about to risk it. There is a bottle of scotch at the table where the brothers sit at every wedding. 

But my cousin Julia is a perfectionist and if there is any detail that might go wrong, she is going to obsess over it. Because of this, she has a tendency to overcompensate to make sure that NOTHING goes wrong. NOTHING. 

She plans her big moment TO THE MINUTE and a week before the wedding she has this revelation… she has heard… stories. 

Oh no. 

The scotch. 

Around the same time, my grandma is moving out of her old house and she’s inviting family members to rifle through her old things before she gives them to Goodwill. Me, my dad, Tim, and Jay are all there. We’re about to leave when Moe comes up the drive way with a BIG BOX. 

And Gran is like ‘I don’t need more stuff… I don’t need more stuff.. what the fresh hell have you brought to me this time, son of mine?’

He sets it on the floor and it clinks. 

“Julia has ordered me to bring this as a preemptive offer to ensure that there will be no need for a ransom.”

He has brought 24 bottles of scotch. Each brother, including himself, can have six bottles. Whatever debt might have been incurred from his first marriage has been paid off. Her children, and her children’s children, and her children’s children’s children… will no longer need to live in fear of kidnapping on their wedding night. 

This is a sharp contrast to my sister-in-law, who learned of this tradition a week before her wedding, went out and bought a bottle of scotch, slammed it down on their table, and told them to fight for it. 

bts as friends you bring to the gay club

jin: he’s the dd. holds your hair back when ur puking. listens to u whine about not having a gf. somehow gets someone’s number while you aren’t looking. doesn’t rub it in. makes sure you drink plenty of water before going to sleep.

yoongi: buys the first round of drinks. disappears and leaves you alone by the bar. comes back after an hour with dirty patches on the knees of his pants. says he was ‘in the bathroom’.

hoseok: forces you out onto the dance floor with him and immediately ditches you when he spots a hot guy. spends the rest of the night in the vip area making out with said guy. 

namjoon: it’s his first time at a gay club. really adamant as your Straight Ally Friend that he supports you. seems overwhelmed at first but he goes home at the end of the night with the dude u know from gsa.

taehyung: covered in glitter. dancing on poles like a go-go boy by the end of the night. loses his shoes after 15 minutes. spills his drink on your new dress and runs away giggling before u can cuss him out. ditches u to go get dick. (but brings u breakfast and pain relievers the next morning to make up for it)

jimin: IMMEDIATELY surrounded by hot dudes. gets free drinks the entire night. red faced and white girl wasted from the second he walks through the door. shamelessly flirts with everyone but bounces at the end of the night like ‘lmao sorry i have a bf :))’

jungkook: a pure innocent baby gay it’s also his first time in a gay club. takes to it like a fucking fish to water. gets adopted by all the old gays and drag queens. calls himself a twunk the whole night. takes his shirt off and runs to the dance floor when they play his fave song. by 2am ur shoving him into an uber and hoping for the best. (he texts you the next day asking you why there’s a new contact in his phone that just says ‘new sugar daddy 😘🤑💋🍾’)

Help (i need someone)

This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?

I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!

So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?

Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.

Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.

When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).

So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.

But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.

So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…

Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.

As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.

He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.

They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.

“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”

Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).

“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”

And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.

As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.

After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”

Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.

Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.

Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)

It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.

Royalty AU - Prince Kim of Lê Chiến Kingdom

Read the fic here (Kim is the main character so it was about time I drew him! :P)

(Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Alix) (more classmates coming soon)

anonymous asked:

gemlands fusions please please please

Jathena: Athena+Janey 
Pretty much Garnet, she have two more eyes under the band on her forehead

The Con Artist: Fiona+Sasha
in this AU the sisters are actually one gem who during their formation got split in half, making them defective at the eyes of HW, their fusion will make them what they should have look like but even if they like it being a fusion is very tiresome, they enjoy living their own life and experince with the company of each other but separate.

Show Man: Jack+Rhys
one room can’t contain both this giant dude and his huge ego.

[coming up next: Jathena+Con/Rhys, Rhys+Con, Jathena+Con+Rhys]

this last 19 days chapter was very bittersweet, especially in the way that it foreshadowed jian yi disappearing for years in the future

i really loved the last two panels, with zheng xi and jian yi just holding and comforting each other, being each other’s anchor while the world keeps moving around them

part of me still expected - and wanted - more out of this arc, tho, which could still happen, i guess, but knowing how old xian has the bad habit not to follow through with things im not holding out hope

it’s just frustrating to me to see them keep being stuck in the same place when they could just!!!!! talk!!!!! and i know that i sound like a broken record, but i still can’t stop asking myself how much does jian yi knows about his situation because ??? the boy got almost kidnapped, then actually kidnapped two days later and got saved by the same dudes who tried to kidnap him in the first place, and he’s just?? pretty chill about it?? and has no questions about what the f– is going on?? and i get that he is trying not to make zheng xi worry even more, but why not tell him about what happened? (again, i know it could still happen, but i don’t have much hope for it)

if the 19 days of the title refers to the (school) days until jian yi’s disappearance, we are now at day 11? 12? [it was day 9 when jian yi got kidnapped], so i wonder what is going to happen now, for both pairs, but especially for zheng xi and jian yi something’s gotta give soon

Invincible

(drabble request from @festus14)

The first time Danny blew his ghost form to smithereens, Tucker was understandably terrified. The ghost fight had been progressing as normal (meaning Danny dishing out more bad puns and jokes than actual damage to his opponent) when there had been a huge blast of light and energy - and Danny had vanished. Although Tucker had canvassed the area all night, he found nothing more than spattered bits of ectoplasm and tiny flutters of black fabric.

It was just before dawn that Tucker finally came to the devastating conclusion that his friend was no more. He went home and laid on his bed, spending most of the day locked in his room staring at the ceiling, trying to decide how best to explain to the Fentons what had happened to their son.

Danny stumbled out of the portal, blinking and confused and mercifully whole, just before supper - solving Tucker’s dilemma. Both boys chalked it up to luck and decided to not think about it any more than absolutely necessary.

Keep reading

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Persona 5 “Protag/Akira” Snack Charm Sample ~ 

Who knew it was going to be Curry? :D probably everyone lol 
I’m still a bit iffy in terms of the flag/bubble color but we’ll see … ┐(´∀`)┌

As you can see, I struggle with color schemes alot =A=;;; 

Up next is Haruuu! 
It was going to be Morgana but dude is giving me so much trouble *sobs* 

anonymous asked:

Gift us with the part 8 our kind goddess! ( no need to pressure tho)

Hahaha I’m back with more Mama Blue AU! Here, sorry for not posting sooner :3
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Lance sat up slowly with a groan, Blue at his side in an instant. “Lance? How are you feeling?” She asked her Paladin, blinking worried golden eyes as Lance furrowed his brow in confusion. “What happened? I remember falling asleep in my Lion and it was really cold… and, now I’m in the common room at the Castle?” He looked around, blinking his vision clear of the blurriness from sleeping for so long. “You scared us really bad when you crashed, Lance.” Pidge whimpered from her spot on the couch.
Only Blue had moved, everyone else frozen in place, afraid to approach in case the humanized Lion snapped at them again. Lance was now fully upright on his couch cushion, folding his legs into a crisscross shape and leaning back. “Oh. Did I…? Sorry, I made you worry…” he sighed, though in his mind he tacked on a ‘Not that I thought you’d even notice…’
Blue sat next to her Paladin on the couch, gazing around at the others. “I believe you all had something to say?” She prompted. Keith stepped forward first. “Lance… uh, I want to, um, a-apologize. I haven’t been treating you like a good friend lately. You’re actually someone I’m glad to fight alongside with, ‘cuz I can count on you to have my back. I guess I never told you that before though, I’m sorry.” The Red Paladin said solemnly, Blue nodding in approval.
“Me too! I’m really sorry Lance. I promise I’ll treat you even better than before, I won’t ignore you or snap at you or be mean to you ever again, just please don’t pull this almost dying stuff again. It- it was really scary when I saw all the blood, and then you fell asleep and I was terrified you weren’t gonna wake up… I can’t lose another brother, Lance!” Pidge babbled, eyes glassy with tears. Lance’s eyes widened. He’d never seen Keith look so upset or Pidge in near tears before… did they really care that much?
Hunk spoke up next. “Dude, I’d hug you right now if I wasn’t afraid of Blue growling at me again. The second you got split from Voltron like that was like having my own leg ripped off, and it hurt, like, fire burning you alive and crushing your lungs kind of hurt!” The others nodded in agreement, Pidge actually spilling tears. “I was afraid I’d lost you, bro! I realized I hadn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, so when I thought you weren’t gonna make it I kept going over in my head all the times I could have hung out with you more. I’m gonna make it up to you my dude, I promise!” Hunk babbled worse than Pidge, tears streaming like waterfalls down his face. Yellow patted her Paladin reassuringly, Green sliding over to pull Pidge onto her lap to comfort the sobbing girl. Lance blinked back tears.
Shiro cleared his throat, and Lance turned to look at his leader. “I need to apologize too, Lance. I’ve been absolutely awful as a leader, not keeping up with my team or flat out ignoring one of the most important members… Lance, I’m truly sorry for not acknowledging or praising you as much as I should have been. So I’m going to say this now and I hope you’ll believe me and take it to heart. You are more important than you’ve been led to believe, and I care about you, all of you, very much. You’re a leg of Voltron, you help hold us up, and you keep us smiling through this hell of a war. Thank you, Lance, and I’m sorry I’ve never told you how grateful I am you’re here with us.” Shiro tilted his head slightly and gave a soft smile, Black nodding agreement next to her pilot.
Lance looked around at all the tear stained and solemn faces of his team, unsure of how to feel. Not even a day ago, he’d felt abandoned, lost, unneeded. Then he almost dies and suddenly everyone’s apologizing and crying over him?
His thoughts were interrupted by Black coughing into her fist to gain his attention. “I do believe an explanation is in order, don’t you think so, Blue?” Black said calmly, asking her sister for permission.
After all, the information Black contained was vital to the sudden mistreatment of the Blue Paladin.
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GUESS WHOS BACK WITH MORE MAMA BLUE AU??? :3 sorry it took so long! I felt much better today after a shower, self care and whatnot, so I wrote this during free time in class. I’ve already started working on Part 9, which contains some much needed info on exactly why they have human forms and why Blue is upset over her Paladin being ignored so badly. Hope you enjoyed!!!

(Masterlist with all the parts here, gets updated with every new part added so be sure to check at least once a week bc I try to update within that general timeframe :3 https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/160315750213/mama-blue-au-masterlist )
The Beginning

A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon

Originally posted by hunterchesters

My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.

“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.

“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.

“Yep. Just finished actually.”

“Are you up for another case?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll  catch you up on everything once you get there.”

“Okay. Where?”

“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up. I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?


The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.

“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.

“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.

“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.

“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.

Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.

“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”

Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”

I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”

“None.” Sam shook his head.

I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”

“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.

“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”

“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.

“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.

“Gross.” Dean commented.

I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.

“A nail to the neck.”

Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.

“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.

“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.

“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”

Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.

“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”

“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.

I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”

“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.

“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.

I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.

“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”

I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”

“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”

I only shrugged.

“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.

“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”

“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”

“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.

Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”

Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”

I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”

Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.

I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”

Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.

I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”

“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”

“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.

Sam nodded.

I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.

“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.

“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.

He nodded, mouth full of food.

I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”

“We?” Dean raised his brow.

“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”

“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.

“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.

“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”

“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.

Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”

Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”

“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.

“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.

They both nodded.

I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”

“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.

I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.

The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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we go hard (even at four in the middle of the fucking night)

Ship: Taehyung/V - Jungkook
Rating: Explicit
Type: Fluff, Smut, Angst
Status: One Shot
Warnings: Sex
Summary:
Jeongguk comes up to Seoul to pursue a music career and somehow ends up rooming next to that one dude in the sharehouse who just will not stop making noises in the middle of the night.

Opinion:
I laughed too many times reading this ;P

Link: Read it here

This Is Going to Be About Heroes

Enough of the educators who were at ALAN/ NCTE ‘16 have asked me for the transcript of my keynote there that I’ve finally decided to post it. Here it is, give or take.


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This is going to be about heroes.

I’m going to tell you three stories about heroes and bravery, and then I’m going to tell you how all three of those stories could be told differently.

Nowadays, I find myself a professional storyteller. A maker of heroes. I spend my days putting swords in stones, monsters under beds, ghosts in attics. I have learned that often the difference between a hero and a villain is merely the narrator I choose for the lens of the story. I have learned, too, that the difference between a horror and a romance is sometimes as simple as where I choose to begin the story. A tragedy and a comedy can convey the same events — the difference is in how you tell them.

I’ve also learned that this isn’t just true of the stories I write. It’s true in the story I’m living. The first hero I ever built was myself.

So. These three stories. I’m sharing these three stories about heroes because I want to talk about how the most important stories we tell are the ones we tell about ourselves. Those who have the power and wherewithal to change the narrative of the events around them are the ones who will change the future. Those who have the guts to say “that’s not my version of events” when they hear someone else telling their story are the ones who get to own their own story.

Here is story number one: I drove down to NCTE from my home in Virginia on Saturday. It was supposed to be about a seven and a half hour drive but it turned into a ten hour trip because of Atlanta traffic. Because of my car’s tiny gas tank, I ended up stopping for gas three times. Each time I pulled into a station, a thing happened, the same thing that’s been happening every time I park my car in a public place for the past month. I’ll get out of my car and swipe my card at the pump, feeling like there are eyes on me. I plug in my zip code and put the fuel nozzle in the car, and as I do, I’ll see that the eyes are attached to a motorist or a pedestrian who has paused to stare at me. By the time the tank is full and I’ve gotten my receipt, I’ll discover that they’ve made their way over to me. The conversation goes pretty much the same way every time.

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Vernon Car Scenario

Pairing: Vernon and OC

Genre: FLuff

  • So it’s a Friday evening and you’re on campus for a lecture.
  • The lecture FINALLY finishes and yo ass is already out the door cuz food is more important lmao.
  • SO you hop into your car and turn on the ignition.
  • Well, kinda.
  • Your car won’t turn on :,) YAY (yes this happened to me lmao, this is why I’m writing this)
  • Now you’re panicking because this is the first time it happened and you don’t know how to jump start a car!
  • So you’re looking around to see if anyone can help but nobody is close by cuz boo, the lot is dead as hell.
  • You don’t know how long it’ll be until someone comes to the lot so you decide to walk a block to get food because you’d rather suffer with a full stomach, I feel.
  • Now you return to your car, sweatin and dying but you got a bag of food in yo hand so life is great fam.
  • You sit in your car, eating that bomb ass sandwich and then a nice ass black car rolls up next to you.
  • While eating, you watch as a model status dude gets out and you can’t help but stare. 
  • All that goes through your head is, “mmmm boo, you come here often ayeeeeeeee. Holla at meh.”
  • And you keep watching him as he walks farther away and farther and farther…
  • ANd then you realize
  • I kinda need him to help me lmao.
  • So you run out of your car with your cheeks full of food and yell out for him.
  • He turns around and makes a “Wtfff” face.
  • You’re like, “shit why did I take that bite before getting out fml.”
  • But then he shoots you a smile and asks what’s up.
  • While you struggle to swallow your food, you gesture him to come towards your car.
  • And when you can properly speak, you explain that your car isn’t turning on and you really need his help to jump start it.
  • Just keep in mind that your headlights and radio can still turn on, just not the engine (remember this!!)
  • You have an older SUV which is kinda normal to have issues with.
  • The thing is, this boy doesn’t know how to jump start cars either because he has a brand new, fancy car and he never really thought this would happen.
  • But you don’t have to know..
  • SO he plays it cool and is all like, “Sure thing!”
  • You grab the cables from your trunk and give it to him while you go back to the drivers seat to open the hood.
  • Because you’re so distracted, you don’t see him struggling to untangle the cords while trying to ask siri how to jump start a car.
  • You join him a little to early and he didn’t get a chance to properly google what to connect each metal clip with which part of the engine.
  • So when you check up on him, he’s acting all swift and connecting the wrong clip to the wrong part of the car but you don’t know that lmao.
  • From your point of view, he looks like an expert (it’s kinda sexy aye)
  • But in his mind, he’s like, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”
  • So he has everything clipped (just not in the right place) and he goes into your car to try turning it on.
  • The first few times, all that happens is your engine is making a clicking noise.
  • He then steps on the gas while turning the ignition and boom, yo car is turned on by the sexi boi (and so are you) lmao kill me
  • BUT REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP IN MIND??
  • Yes, so your lights and radio work fine and your engine makes a clicking noise when the ignition is turned but it doesn’t turn on.
  • What does that mean for a old SUV like yours?
  • It means you ain’t need no jump starting lmao. All you needed to do was step on the gas while turning the key.
  • Idk why, it’s some gas clog thing but no joke, all you have to do is step on the gas and turn your key.
  • (This isn’t the case for every car lmao but if you have a 1998 SUV like mine, that’s the solution boo)
  • Basically, this boy didn’t really do shit to help your car lol
  • But he thinks he has a 6th sense in cars now and is some amazing panty droppin wizard
  • And you think he’s a car expert and model or some shit.
  • So in reality, y’all look stupid (especially with the way he clipped the cords)
  • But it doesn’t matter because it’s a win-win situation.
  • You thank him and tell him he saved your life, even though you knew that wasn’t true and he knew that wasn’t true but you can’t help but exaggerate when a hottie is in your car.
  • So he gets out and say its no problem and then even though he was smooth the whole time, he starts getting fidgety.
  • And you do too cuz you’re like, “shit, I made him uncomfortable..bruh kill me.”
  • But then he asks for your number and claims it’s so you can contact him if you need help again.
  • Lmao okay
  • Y’all end up texting everyday and you find out his name is Hansol, but he prefers the name Vernon.
  • A cute name for a cute boi :’)
  • So weeks later, you call him and tell him your car tire popped and you need his help.
  • And he says he on his way (he’s only 5 minutes away but doesn’t get there for another 15 cuz he spent 10 minutes researching how to change a tire)
  • When he gets there, he finds you in your car eating a bag of chips with all 4 tires nice and pumped.
  • And he’s hella confused.
  • TBH your tire was never popped in the first place, you just wanted an excuse to see him.
  • So you tell him to come to the drivers seat window.
  • And he doesn’t complain and you hand him a concert ticket for a local band.
  • You ask if he wants to go tonight and he’s like, “hell yea!”
  • And you tell him you’ll text him your address and to meet you in a couple of hours.
  • Then you drive away cuz you a boss and he literally has hearts in his eyes.
  • ANd he’s smiling like a lunitic while walking back to his car
  • and then he stops and realizes…
  • “wait what about the tire??”