no one understand my love for charlie


 you don’t understand. you don’t understand. I was at a sleep over, and I got scared. so, I called my parents to come and get me. they should never have been driving that night. […]  I just want to tell her that I’m sorry… and that I love her. and just have her hear it again. I just need her to hear that one more time, but she can’t. she, she can’t.  (for @helianthus21)

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Our Kind Of Love (Part 9/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Warning: anxiety attack, panic attack

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  


a hold me until my panic attack passes kind of love.

It had been a long day.  Steve was off on a solo mission and you hadn’t seen him in three weeks.  Bucky and Sam had come to see you at the hospital daily, often bringing Natasha and Wanda with them.  Between the four of them and Charlie they kept you distracted.  The girls took you shopping and Charlie made plans with you to watch every game of every sport that was shown on tv.  You were so lucky to have such an amazing support system, but you still missed Steve.

It was after bidding Charlie a goodnight, that you finally headed home around 11.  You had spent most of your day trying to keep up with all the extra duties at the hospital. You immediately headed to the shower to wash the day away.  After your shower you settled into bed, hopefully to get some sleep.  

The shrill ringing of your phone at three am forced you awake.   Reaching for your phone barely opening your eyes, the harshness of the bright screen showed the hospital’s name.  “Hello?”

“Y/n?  It’s Grace.  I’m so sorry to wake you.”  You could hear Grace’s voice tremble.  You sit up quickly all the sleepiness suddenly gone from your body.

“What is it Grace?  What’s happened?  Do I need to come in?”  You could feel your heartbeat start to race.

“I don’t know how to say this…Y/n…Charlie just passed away.  He had been up a few hours ago.  I went into check on him and he was gone.  I know you two were so close.  I’m so sorry.  I want you to take the next few days off okay?”  You couldn’t speak, your mind was racing.  Had you missed something?  Was Charlie sick?  Could you have done something?  You managed to say okay and goodbye to Grace and hung up the phone.

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Playlist for “A Gilded World” by Jincerity

So Jincerity’s “A Gilded World” is probably my YoonJin sanctuary so i made a playlist of songs that i personally think, fit the situations of the fanficiton. I included lyric snippets of the songs to show why i think they fit. Hope you like them :)

Seokjin -> Jungkook

If I was dying on my knees
You would be the one to rescue me
And if you were drowned at sea
I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe

I’ve got you brother
I’ve got you brother 

Jimin -> Seokjin

“Give me love like never before,
‘Cause lately I’ve been craving more,
And it’s been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go
“And that I’ll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.

“ My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.

“I don’t want them to know the secrets
I don’t want them to know the way I loved you
I don’t think they’d understand it, no
I don’t think they would accept me, no”
“ I loved and I loved and I lost you
I loved and I loved and I lost you
And it hurts like hell

Yeah it hurts like hell “

I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking—
You’ve been looking for

I wish I would have known that wasn’t me
'Cause even after all this time I still wonder
Why I can’t move on
Just the way you did so easily 
Don’t wanna know
Kind of dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holdin’ onto you so tight
The way I did before 
I just hope you’re lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me

There must be a good reason that you’re gone
Every now and then I think you might want me to
Come show up at your door
But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong 

Jimin -> Taehyung

If I told you that I loved you
Tell me, what would you say?

If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
Now I need your help with everything that I do
I don’t want to lie, I’ve been relying on you“ 
“Fallin’ again, I need a pick-me-up
I’ve been callin’ you "friend, “ I need to give it up

 I’m sick, and I’m tired too
I can admit, I am not fireproof
I feel it burning me
I feel it burning you
I hope I don’t murder me
I hope I don’t burden you

Oh simple thing where have you gone?
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin”
And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know? “

Seokjin -> Yoongi

I had to find you
Tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck
I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet
And with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now
“ Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We’re falling in love

Settle down with me
And I’ll be your safety

“Yeah I’ve been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that’s how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up”

“ And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse? “

“ Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace “
When you’re too in love to let it go
But if you never try you’ll never know
Just what you’re worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you “

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time’s forever frozen still

“ So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home “
Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing that I know “
Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
And it’s the only thing that I know, know
I swear it will get easier, “
And if you hurt me
Well, that’s okay baby, only words bleed

“ And I won’t ever let you go

“When it’s black
Take a little time to hold yourself
Take a little time to feel around before it’s gone
You won’t let go but still keep on falling down
Remember how you save me now from all of my wrongs

If it’s love just feel it
And if this life will see it
This is no time to be alone
, alone yeah
I won’t let you go “
“Open up
Open up your heart to me now
Let it all come pouring out
There’s nothing I can’t take
If your sky is falling
Just take my hand and hold it
You don’t have to be alone
, alone yeah
I won’t let you go
(Won’t let you go)
(Won’t let you go)
And if you feel the fading of the light
And you’re too weak to carry on the fight
And all your friends that you care for have disappeared
I’ll be here not gone, forever holding on

Yoongi -> SeokJin

“ Oh, my soul
Oh, how you worry
Oh, how you’re weary, from fearing you lost control

“ And no one would blame you, though
If you cried in private
If you tried to hide it away, so no one knows

No one will see, if you stop believing “

“ You think that you know my heart
And you probably do “
 You’re my other half
You’re what makes me me
What makes me smile

When I fall down and can’t get back, get back, get back up
On my feet
You’re a beautiful thing “
“ We make hours turn into seconds together
The weight of the world feel like a feather
'Cause we’re holding it right in our hands “
“ We’re a beautiful thing together “

“I’m gonna pick up the pieces and build a Lego house
If things go wrong we can knock it down
“ And it’s dark in a cold December, but I’ve got you to keep me warm
If you’re broken I will mend ya and keep you sheltered from the storm that’s raging on “
“ I’m out of touch, I’m out of love
I’ll pick you up when you’re getting down
And out of all these things I’ve done, I think I love you better now  “
“I’m out of sight, I’m out of mind
I’ll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I’ve done I think I love you better now “ 
“And out of all these things I’ve done I will love you better now”

“All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“ Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours
You in those little high waisted shorts “
“And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about no”
I don’t mind if there’s not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides our minds to
So move to a place so far away
The goosebumps start to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watch your face
Put my finger on your tongue
'Cause you love the taste yeah “

“ 'Cause it’s too cold whoa
For you here and now
So let me hold whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater


I’m not a perfect person
There’s many things I wish I didn’t do
But I continue learning “
I’ve found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

“ I met you in the dark, you lit me up
You made me feel as though I was enough
“ Then you smiled over your shoulder
For a minute, I was stone-cold sober
I pulled you closer to my chest “
I knew I loved you then
But you’d never know

Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go
I know I needed you
But I never showed
But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old
“When you looked over your shoulder
For a minute, I forget that I’m older
I wanna dance with you right now
Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever
And I swear that everyday you’ll get better
You make me feel this way somehow “
We’ve come so far my dear
Look how we’ve grown “
“ I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most
“ I’m gonna love you till
My lungs give out
I promise till death we part like in our vows “
“ Just say you won’t let go
Oh, just say you won’t let go “

High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again 
Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why

Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense
Don’t speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we’ll choose
If you pull then I’ll push too deep and I’ll fall right back to you 
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity? 

And ohhhh, we started
Two hearts in one home
It’s hard when we argue
We’re both stubborn, I know 

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home

Taehyung -> Jimin

“ The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go 
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow
And you come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now 

Take my hand, stop, put Van The Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance
And now I’m singing like “
Last night you were in my room
And now my bedsheets smell like you
“ I’m in love with the shape of you
We push and pull like a magnet do
Although my heart is falling too
I’m in love with your body  “

“If this is love
Why does it break me down? “ 
“ It’s been a long time since I felt the way that I do now
Like I need you, but I don’t know how
It’s been a while since I smiled
And I meant it from my heart
But the idea of leaving this behind
It tears me apart “
Kiss me now and remind me why
I ever wanted to make you mine

“ If I stay here would you come back
If I stay cool would you be mad
Would you want me if I want you
That way
“ Isn’t it strange that every time
I look at your name I’m suddenly high
For you to feel the same I would do almost anything
I’d give away this, give away that
All of my shoes and all of my hats
All I need’s you and a bit of music
'Cause all I can think about is coming over, coming over

Hoseok and Namjoon (Goes both ways)

“ Gumdrop, lollipop, boom a little candy shop
I wanna feel your sugar rush through my veins
Whipped cream, jellybean, sweet and sour tangerine
I wanna feel your sugar rush through my veins “
“ Sugar, sugar, oh you’re no good for me 
I got a sweet tooth – it gets the best of me
And you’re like candy, you go down so easily
Sugar, baby, can’t you see, you’re going to be the death of me

“ You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon
I didn’t come for a fight but I will fight till the end
And this one might be a battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA 
And I love the way you hurt me
It’s irresistible,
yeah “
“ You’re second hand smoke, second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but, honey, I don’t know what you’re doing to me
Mon chéri, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I’m no good, good at lip service
Except when they’re yours, mi amor
I’m coming for you and I’m making war

Namjoon -> Hoseok

“It’s a beautiful night,
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you.”


Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow
Sometimes I believe, at times when I should know
I can fly high, I can go low
Today I got a million, tomorrow, I don’t know
“ Stop crying like you’re home and think about the show
We’re all playing the same game, I’m laying down alone
We’re unknown and known, special and a clone
Hate will make you cautious, love will make you glow “
“ Make me feel the warmth, make me feel the cold
It’s written in our story, it’s written on the walls
This is our call, we rise and we fall
Dancin’ in the moonlight, don’t we have it all?


I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own “
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

What’s the problem I don’t know 
Well maybe I’m in love
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can’t stop thinking 'bout it “
“ How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can’t ignore it if it’s love (love) 
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don’t know nothing 'bout love “
“ Well baby I surrender 
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love
Well I didn’t mean to do it 
But there’s no escaping your love
“ We’re accidentally in love 
Accidentally in love
“ Jump a little higher 
If you feel a little lighter
Spin a little tighter
And the world’s a little brighter
Just get yourself inside her 

Love …I’m in love “


And all those things I didn’t say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?
Losing friends and I’m chasing sleep
Everybody’s worried about me

In too deep
Say I’m in too deep (in too deep)
And it’s been two years I miss my home
But there’s a fire burning in my bones
Still believe

Yeah, I still believe “
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I’m alright song

My power’s turned on
Starting right now I’ll be strong
I’ll play my fight song
And I don’t really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I’ve still got a lot of fight left in me


“ Am I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay?
Am I wrong for saying that I choose another way?”
“ If one thing I know, I’ll fall but I’ll grow
I’m walking down this road of mine, this road that I call home “
“ So am I wrong
For thinking that we could be something for real?
Now am I wrong
For trying to reach the things that I can’t see
But that’s just how I feel, “
“ Walk your walk and don’t look back, always do what you decide
Don’t let them control your life, that’s just how I feel
Fight for yours and don’t let go, don’t let them compare you, no
Don’t worry, you’re not alone, that’s just how we feel “

I’ll maybe add more for NamSeok and Jimin as well as VMin later :’) I just adore this fanfiction and i wanted to share this with everyone. Hope you like it

always-napping  asked:

My favorite headcanon is Luna and Charlie being asexual. Like Luna’s a panromantic asexual and Charlie’s an aroace and they’ll get together at Christmas parties and just talk for hours about dragons and magical creatures and Luna will be sitting in her girlfriends lap and Charlie on the coffee table and they’re so happy to be talking to someone that completely understands and everybody looks forward to seeing the two friends together - hufflepuff 💛

Lovely aspec people being friends and so supportive of each other? I love it! Wonderful!

~Hufflepuff Mod

Good Enough // Thor x OC AU P3

Pairing: Thor x WOC (Charlotte “Charlie” Bailey-Thomas)
Word Count: 1k+
Warning: Angst, Language, Prejudice, Mild Violence

Summary: It’s not a national holiday until somebody pops off.

A/N: I’m really loving the response I’m getting to this story. It’s both wonderful and kind of sad how easily relatable the story is with you guys. Thank you for all your lovely words :D. I know this is a little longer, but when you read it, you’ll understand why (i hope). heheh. Happy Thorsday and happy reading! (This is also un-beta’d so pls forgive an writing mistakes, it’s 6am and I haven’t slept yet.)


The sound of crashing and the shrill voice of Hattie Mae pierced everyone’s ears. Great aunts Mags and Rosie shook their heads in disapproval as they made their way out of the kitchen. Even though Hattie was the eldest of the three sisters, she was also the most overly dramatic. Charlie visibly winced as memories of irate grandmother flooded back. Some things never change.

“I will not stand to be disrespected in my own damn house! You will either apologize or get the hell out!” Hattie’s voice echoed through the manor. Nicole groaned outwardly, squared her shoulders and walked stiffly towards the unpleasant sound. In spite of all the tension, Ellie giggled. Charlie looked sharply at her younger sister.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“You can’t tell but that’s her ‘give me my booze or I’ll disown you’ voice. The doctor says she’s not allowed to keep drinking as much as she does but you know there’s no one person on this earth who can tell Hattie Mae Bailey what to do,” Ellie replied. Charlie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Has her drinking really gotten that bad?”

“Oh yeah,” Josephine interrupted, “she’s been going through two bottles of vodka a week. Honestly, we like her better when she’s drunk. She’s less likely to throw things.”

“Good lord.” Before Charlie could think to say anything else, Thor found his way to the kitchen with a bemused expression on his face.

“Thor? Honey? What’s wrong??”

“…Your grandfather just asked if I was a white supremacist…,” he laughed.

“He said what?” Charlie demanded. Shock and anger coursed through her body. Her patience for her family was getting real fuckin thin. The sound of glass shattering against the wall sent everyone rushing from the kitchen. Charlie was stunned to find her uncle and namesake, Charles trying to defend himself from the drunken blows of their grandmother. Thor immediately stepped in to pull her off the shaken up man.

“Did you just try to control me with your white hands?!” Hattie Mae shouted.. Ellie snorted in disbelief.

“Mama, please, calm down!” Nicole implored her mother.  Charlie had never seen her mother looking so anxiously haggard. She stood there wringing her hands, her normally perfect hair in disarray. Her beautiful red dress was now torn. Charlie guess it was from trying to keep her grandmother from doing any serious harm to either herself or her uncle. Hattie Mae whirled her steely gaze on her daughter and actually growled out loud. It was suddenly clear to Charlie what Josephine meant. Sometimes it was easier to  just placate the demons.

“It’s not a national holiday until Grandmother loses her shit,” Ellie said absentmindedly. Hattie Mae turned to face her great granddaughter with a narrow gaze. Charlie was infinitely thankful she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of Hattie Mae’s wrath this time. This was too much. This life was too much. Scarlett stepped in front of Ellie, effectively blocking her from view and handed her grandmother a vodka tonic.

“Here you are, Nana.”

“Thank you,” Hattie Mae said icily, “at least someone here knows how to treat a lady.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a fuckin lady,” Charles seethed. Scarlett threw her hands up in frustration and left the room. Josephine followed quickly behind her. Hattie Mae opened her mouth to tell off her son, but thankfully, decided against it.

“This has been such a tiring day, I think I’ll retire to my chambers,” she said. Gathering up her things, she strode from the room, drink in hand.

“It’s a bedroom, Mother. Stop being so fucking pretentious,” Charles hissed at her retreating figure. Hattie Mae simply waved him off and disappeared into the hallway. A collective sigh of relief echoed through the sitting room when she was gone. At long last, a moment of peace.  

After the over-excitement in the sitting room everyone decided it would be best if they went their own ways for the rest of the night. Nicole lead Charlie and Thor to her old bedroom so they could settle in.

“So…” Charlie started as they unpacked their suitcases. She was sitting on the edge of her old bed, filling the empty victorian trunk once again with her belongings.

“Yes, my love?”

“You ever going to tell me what you meant about my grandfather calling you a white supremacist?” she asked worriedly. Thor chuckled in response. After putting away the last of his clothes, he walked over to sit next to her. She pulled his hands into her lap and kissed his cheek. He smiled tenderly.

“He was particularly wary of me when I introduced myself. I can’t say I’m too surprised since I’m a fairly large white man with the last name Odinson. Given his age and experience, I imagine he’s met too many in his lifetime.”

“Are you okay?” she asked. Thor nodded and kissed her temple.

“In spite of my initial impression, your grandfather is really quite interesting. There’s a lot more to him than what meets the eye.” Charlie exhaled a laugh in agreement. For as long as she could remember her grandfather had always been this foreboding yet well dressed man of mystery. It disappointed her deeply when she realized Thor probably knew him better than she did.

“Now,” Thor said as he stood up and unbuckled his pants, “what do you say we climb into bed and watch some Netflix?” Charlie laughed and agreed. Seemed like not matter how insane her life got, she’d always have Thor to keep her grounded.

Hattie Mae Bailey could never resist an unlocked bedroom door. Especially not the one that belonged to her only daughter.

Creeping silently into the room, she quickly surveyed the room to confirm it’s emptiness. Satisfied, she made a beeline for Nicole’s jewelry box on the vanity. Her daughter might not confide in her anymore, but she definitely kept her secrets somewhere. Taking a long swig of her vodka tonic, Hattie Mae settled into the bench for some snooping. She never could have guessed what she would find.

The bottom drawer of the jewelry box had been sloppily closed. Naturally, that’s what caught Hattie Mae’s eye first. Aside from a few buttons, single hoop earrings and a folded piece of paper, there wasn’t much of interest in the drawer. A shiver went up Hattie Mae’s spine when she picked up the paper. Unfolding it, she discovered it was nothing more than a birth certificate. She almost put it back immediately until a name caught her eye. Scarlett Marie Bailey. Taking another swig, Hattie Mae perked right up. Why would Nicole keep a copy of Scarlett’s birth certificate in her bottom jewelry box drawer? Especially when everyone has always kept their important documents in the office. Why only hers?  Upon further reading, Hattie Mae had her answer. 

This wasn’t Scarlett’s birth certificate. It was her daughter’s. Hattie Mae dropped her drink in shock, shattering it on the floor.

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Kal [ @ofsoulitude ] | He/Him | Lao American 

Day 1 of the Trans Ask Game! 

How did you choose your name?

I’m an identical twin and my sister is the person I’m closest to in the world. We went through everything together growing up and my transition was no exception. She was the first person to know I’m trans and essentially named me. She first started calling me “Kal” after we went to Starbucks, I had just cut my hair into a fauxhawk and started wearing a binder, the barista called me “sir” and asked for my name and I hesitated. I was wearing a Superman t-shirt at the time and she answered: “his name is Kal with a K”.

I struggled for nearly a year afterward, trying to figure myself out and battle the insecurities I had. I didn’t know if I wanted to be “Kal”, I didn’t understand that’s who I already was. Even after I came out to the pretty much love of my life and all my friends, I still didn’t have a name to give them – but my sister did. She would even scold me using “Kal-El” around them.  My dead name was dead, buried the second I came out to them, and they all followed her lead and called me “Kal”.

There were other names I considered: “Masen”, “David”, “Oliver”, “Charlie”, were some, but in the end I was “Kal-El”. I love my name. One of my favorite reactions is when people try to figure out what “Kal” is short for; I’ve gotten “Calvin” and “Caleb” a lot. My coworker also lovingly dubbed me “Kalbert”. My other favorite part is being able to say “Yes, ‘Kal’ like and from ’California’”.

“Bland” Headcanons

Who started calling them bland? Those tiny headcanons that make so much sense that you start to forget that they’re headcanons and not canon? Those are the best headcanons. Those are my favourite headcanons. I’ll be honest, those are my only headcanons.

Making up small moments in the lives of the characters you love, coming up with their likes and dislikes and fitting them so subtly that they become part of them, small inserts of your own that help to flesh them out and make them that much more real? That’s my favourite part of being part of a character’s fandom. 

For example, I headcanon that Cass’ favourite show is Tom and Jerry, and one of the people who inspired her enough to mimick her own behaviours after them is Charlie Chaplin. In my headcanon, Barbara showed her some clips from his movies back when she couldn’t understand language, and she was inspired by a man who managed to communicate so effectively without saying a word. In turn, it helped her communicate with Barbara. None of that is part of comics, but adding it in anyway brings Cass just that much further off the pages for me.

I headcanon that Tim plays Kung Fu Fighting every time he and Cass spar, and they always dissolve into complicated and dynamic martial arts poses when the lyrics prompt it while singing along.

I headcanon that Dick’s favourite song is The Man On The Flying Trapeze by Eddie Cantor and he quotes it all the time, and that Damian’s favourite song is I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young but he never plays it because it embarrasses him with how personal it is.

I headcanon that Jason once sang Fragile by Sting to his headstone on the day of his death. In fact, I’m writing a fanfiction about it right now.

I headcanon that Jason’s favourite book is the Count of Monte Cristo. I already wrote a fanfiction with that one.

What makes a headcanon not bland, if those are bland? Those are the best things ever. They bring me joy while I’m writing fanfiction and they suddenly pop up in my head and I have no idea where they came from, but I’m nonetheless grateful.

Discussing these ‘bland’ headcanons also create some of the happiest conversations I’ve ever had. So, on that note, what are some of your guys’ favourite ‘bland’ headcanons?

Heartbeat: A Charlie Weasley x Reader Imagine

Requested: no

In this imagine, the reader learns that sometimes love doesn’t look like one would expect. After years of failed relationships, heartbreak, and self-doubt the reader gets answers to questions from an unlikely source, her best friend Charlie. With the end of the year rapidly approaching, a question is posed, a position accepted, and a realization is found.

This imagine is different from many of my others. This is deeply personal and I ask that you please read this regardless of your feelings or lack thereof towards Charlie, so that you will better understand me and the asexual community.

Disclaimer: Asexuality is different for every person, but this is what mine looks like.

Warnings: none :)

Y/N - your name
~~~ - used to show passage of time

Word count: 3,532


“What are you working on?” a familiar red-head asks as I look up from my notebook, the couch cushion beside me dipping.

“It’s nothing really.” I close the pages and scoot over so that Charlie has more room. Around us, the common-room is nearly empty. Most of the students are out studying in the library, which is offering extended hours this week with Ravenclaw volunteers as tutors. “Just writing and trying to get my mind off of the N.E.W.T.S.”

“Gotcha. Are you ever going to let me read those?” He gestures at the nearly filled journal in my lap.

“Maybe. I don’t really want to share them.” Hidden amongst the pages are how I really feel. Reality spattered across fictional pages- a cover for my own self-therapy within ink.

“So why are you so worried about the exams? You know we are both going to be okay. We’ve spent hours studying over the course of the year. You know the material.”

I exhale deeply, allowing his words to hang in the air around us. “You’re right I guess. We should probably get some sleep.”

He studies me for a moment before speaking. “What is it? What is it really?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t start. That ‘off to bed’ excuse is just a cover. Talk to me.” He looks around. “There’s no one else in here but us.”

I feel tears well up in my eyes as I try to choke back down the thing that has been eating me alive for years.

“Oh y/n,” his arms pull me into his chest.

“I think I’m broken, Charlie.”

“Shhh, no you’re not.” His voice is soft and filled with concern.

“Yes I am. I’m not like anyone else.”

“That isn’t a bad thing. What do you mean, love?”

I sit up and try to wipe my eyes. My best friend since childhood is sitting here and I can’t believe he still hasn’t noticed the pattern in my life. “I’m not like everyone, Charlie. I can’t hold down a relationship at all. My family thinks there is something wrong with me and they just don’t understand. I can’t make them. I don’t feel ready. How am I supposed to build a life after graduation? How am I supposed to hold down a job if I can’t hold down a relationship with another person for longer than a month?”

The blue in his eyes clouds over, searching me with a new curiosity. “You aren’t broken. Other people having issues isn’t your fault.”

“But it is my fault Charlie. It is.” Hot streams run from my eyes to my chin, dripping off onto my criss-crossed legs. “I can’t give them what they want. I can’t want them the way they want to be wanted. I’ve tried, I really have, but it makes me sick to even think about it.”

“Are you talking about sex?” He asks, head tilted.

“Yes, and everything related. I want to hold their hands, I want to kiss them, I want to hold them and love them but they always want more.”

“Can I say something?”

I squeeze my eyes closed, preparing for the inevitable clapback against my confession.

“You aren’t broken. You aren’t alone. You still love people, you desire romance, and you don’t want the sexual part. It turns your stomach, it throws you off, and that’s okay. There’s a name for that.”

“Yeah.” I stare at the floor to my left. “Screw-up. Freak. Robot.”


My eyebrows crinkle as my eyes glance back over to meet his waiting ones.

“You’re asexual, or theres a chance that you are. There’s nothing wrong with you. If you didn’t desire romance you could also be aromantic, but I know that’s not the case. You experience attraction, just none of sexual nature, and you still desire non-sexual closeness with a romantic partner.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t lie to you either. I’m like you, but you probably didn’t know that.”

“Girls throw themselves at you all the time. You are a prefect, seeker for the quidditch team, class clown, master of care of magical creatures.”

“Yes, and it probably looks like I turn them down because I’m busy, but that’s not why.”

“So we are ace?” I ask, trying the new term out for the first time. Something about the word feels right.

He nods, shaggy mop moving softly. “It’s a bit funny actually. People who don’t understand would be puzzled at why I say having our orientation is a good thing, but it gives us time to focus on more important things like our work and solid friendships. Our relationships, if we want them, are built on things longer lasting than physical or sexual attraction.”

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “I suppose you are right. That explains why I preferred writing and friendships to any of my past partners. They provide something lasting and dependable that I enjoy.”

“Exactly. My thing is dragons, but you already know that.” I can’t help but giggle as he states the obvious. “What you don’t know is that I got that job opening at the sanctuary in Romania.”

“What!?!?” I leap off of the couch. “Charlie Weasley why didn’t you tell me before?” He stands up as I tackle him with a hug.

“I didn’t know until breakfast this morning and you weren’t there.” He says.

“I’m so happy for you! Oh my goodness!” There is a swelling in my chest, pride for this boy who deserves so much. “Does your mum know? Mrs. Molly is going to flip out!”

“She wasn’t happy when I applied, but she said she would let me go.” Charlie runs his hand through his hair, a knowing look in his eye.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I release him from my embrace and narrow my eyes, trying to ignore the reality that he will be moving thousands of miles away in a matter of months.

“You know that whole issue you’ve been having with a plan for after Hogwarts?”

“Yes.” I raise an eyebrow.

“This is crazy.”

“What? I swear if you don’t tell me-”

“I want you to come to Romania with me.”


“I wrote the manager and there’s another position open. I need someone to record and document everything. I couldn’t think of anyone more qualified than you.”

“Are- are you serious?” I ask in disbelief.

“He said it’s yours if you want it.” Charlie reaches takes my hand and squeezes it softly. “I really want you to go.”

“I’ll think about it. I really will.” I can’t imagine a life where he is out of reach, no one else has ever understood me or supported me as unconditionally as Charlie.

“Okay.” He opens his arms slowly, apprehensive as always, and I fold myself into them. “So are you okay?”

“I’m better.” I breathe in the scent of his shirt, feeling more at ease than I have in recent memory. “Thank you, so much. Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome. This is what friends do. Now, you’ve had a long day so please go get some sleep. We can talk again tomorrow.”

“Night.” I say as he lets me go.



“Y/n dear? Will you and Charlie please come help me with these dishes?” Mrs. Weasley calls from the kitchen. We excuse ourselves from the table and carry the few remaining plates with us into the kitchen.

I’ve been living in the Burrow for a week now following the conclusion of exams and my years at Hogwarts. After visiting with my own family I came to stay with Charlie. It is one last week to change my mind, and my mother thought it would be a good idea to test run being together before the move. I’m not concerned at all, but it brings her and Mrs. Molly peace, so I’m letting them have it.

“Here you go Mrs. Weasley.” I say, passing her the empty plate. She carefully places it in the sink before taking another from Charlie.

“Thank you, dears.” She begins soaping up the dishes and turns her head to speak. “So are you two ready for your adventure?”

“Absolutely! I got word that they have a new Norwegian Ridgeback that we will get to work with.”

“That Charlie,” I emphasize. “-will get to work with.”

“Ah, come on now. You know you’ll be out there with me sometimes.”

“Yes, but you forget the part where I don’t want to be burned or slashed to death.” I cross my arms and stare him down.

Mrs. Molly shakes her head with a smile.

“What?” I ask, picking up a worn dish towel to dry the plates as she rinses them.

“You two.”

“What Mum?” Charlie again poses, stepping between his mother and I to rinse.

She stops washing, looking back and forth between Charlie and I. “Arguing like a married couple already.”


“Mrs. Weasley!” We shout.

“I’m just saying. The two of you are moving to Romania alone, you didn’t think I knew something was going on?”

“We are just friends-” Charlie’s cheeks are nearly as red as his hair and mine feel the same.

“Mhm, your father and I said that. Now we have 7 children.”

“All due respect, we really are just friends.”

“Oh.” She looks a bit crestfallen at my confirmation. “Well then, sorry for making things awkward. Charlie, I think your father needs help out in the garage. Go see what he needs, yeah?”

“Okay mum.” He raises an eyebrow and hands me a plate, eyes apologetic as he leaves.

Half an hour later the kitchen is clean and the house is quiet. The other kids are outside playing quidditch while Charlie helps his dad, leaving Molly and I in the house alone. I hear the tinkling of cups on saucers behind me, and turn to find Mrs. Weasley pouring two cups of tea.

“One cube of sugar or two?” She asks.

“Two please.” I fold the brown towel into quarters and place it back beside the sink. She presses the smooth porcelain of the cup into my hands before sitting down across the small table in the corner.

“So dear, how was the end of your school year?”

“It was okay, I suppose. Rather uneventful. N.E.W.T.S. were stressful, but I’m sure Charlie told you all about that.”

“Of course. He wrote home more those last few weeks than he ever did the entirety of his time at Hogwarts.”

“I can’t blame him. There’s a strange sort of business that somehow leaves the castle feeling empty. That’s quite the contrary to what one would originally think, but it makes sense if you experience it.”

“I don’t doubt you, darling.” She sips her tea, measuring her next words as carefully as the cream she added to her cup. “I was asking because your name appeared more often than normal. I couldn’t help but wonder if something more was happening between the two of you. I apologize for prying earlier, that wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s quite alright.” I take a sip and map the tea as it glides down into my stomach. “We really are just close friends Mrs. Weasley. He’s been there for me since we were children, and he understands me like no one else does.”

She smiles. “Well that’s good, dear. He said the same about you.”


“He thinks the world of you. That’s why I thought that maybe something was going on. He’s never really brought girls home and sometimes I worry that he’s never going to find anyone. Is that irrational? He’s such a good boy; I just can’t help but worry. Arthur suggested that maybe he was interested in boys, and that’s perfectly okay, but there’s never been any evidence for that.”

“He’s always been so focused on his work that he hasn’t worried about girls or otherwise. He was a bit flirty with them at times, like every other boy, but I don’t think he wanted to commit unless he knew he had the time.” I pray that my answer will suffice. He obviously hasn’t told them what he told me.

“Okay. Thank you, dear. I’m not trying to put you in a tough spot. I was just wondering if you knew anything. Do you think there’s a chance he will slow down in Romania?”

“I have no way of knowing.” I say. Probably not, but I can’t be the one to tell her that.

“Y/N!” Charlie yells through the house. “Come on! We need one more player.”

“Sounds like you’re needed elsewhere.” Molly says.

“Thank you for the tea.” I say, heading towards the empty sink.

“Don’t mention it, dear. Just leave the cup, I’ll get it in a moment. The kids are going to get impatient.”

“Thank you. Coming Charlie!” I shout, beginning to hurry towards the back door. He holds it open as I run out. “Last one to your brothers is a rotten egg!”

He laughs, taking off behind me. “You don’t stand a chance Y/L/N!”

“Yeah right!” About the time that I open my mouth I feel arms wrap around my torso, pulling me backwards with a jerk. Internally I begin to feel panic at the unwanted contact.

“Run Charlie!” Bill nearly deafens me.

“Cheater!” My vocal chords strain. “Bill I swear if you don’t let me go I’m going to kick you.”

He releases me immediately but I will still lose. My pulse slowly returns to normal and I join the other members of the family for the game. Charlie sees my unease and shoots me an apologetic glance.

I never was one for physical contact unless I completely trusted a person. Bill is not one of those people and it’s nothing against him, he’s lovely, it just makes me uncomfortable. I always thought I was strange, but Charlie is the same way and any close contact without trust and strong emotions attached makes him uncomfortable. The start of the game soon steals these thoughts, and I refuse to lose.


It has been six months since Charlie and I moved to Romania. We have been living together in a small house near the sanctuary and life couldn’t be sweeter.

I scratch away at the papers in front of me. Documenting dragon activity is not as simple a job as it would sound, and the new Romanian Longhorn I have been cataloging is no exception.

The radio on my desk crackles to life and a panicked voice from the sanctuary announces a lockdown state of emergency. One of the handlers has been injured and is currently trapped in an enclosure.

Heat rises into my face and my heartbeat becomes an accelerating drum in my ears. Who? Who is it?

“Come back!” I shout at the radio. “Who is it?” Please not Charlie, anyone but Charlie I pray. The airways remain silent and I’m left in silent panic when the sun sets.

There’s the jostling of a lock and a shout over the sound of a closing door. “I’m back!” Charlie tosses his pack down.

“Thank Merlin! I was so worried!” I nearly tackle him in a hug as relief floods my mind. “They said someone was trapped but they didn’t say who.”

“Oh no!” He holds me closer. “That was Thomas. His leg was broken when he didn’t dodge a tail swipe and it took four of us to get him out.”

“Are you okay?” I back up, scanning his body from head to toe for injuries. “Oh your arm.” What appears to be a deep gash is evident on his right forearm.

“That’s nothing. It’s okay really. They stitched it up for me back at the sanctuary.” He rolls the shredded sleeve up so that I can admire the row of neat x’s.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Absolutely. I need to go get a shower, but I’ll be out in a minute, yeah?”

“Okay, toss the shirt outside when you go to get in so that I can add it to the pile for mending.”

“Fine, little Molly.” He rolls his eyes as he heads to the bathroom.


When he returns I’m on the couch stitching his sleeve back together. It’s become a common routine that I’ll mend his clothes at night while he finds a record to play. We will sit up for hours talking about our days, and tonight I’m especially grateful. For a few hours I honestly thought he wouldn’t be coming home.


That’s what this place has become, or is it the place? I look up as he places the first record of the night onto the turntable. Before the needle drops onto the vinyl a feeling drops into my stomach. I don’t want to be without him ever. I want this. I want him.

I watch the muscles in his back move through his sweater as his fingers skim the collection on the shelf. He’s beautiful, not in the ways that many would think, but as a person in his entirety. I wouldn’t dream of clawing my fingers on that skin, the thought makes me ill, but to touch it, to feel his warmth, his presence in this place. That’s all I want. He’s my best friend. What is this feeling? Nothing has changed, but something feels different. For years I’ve been thinking this was friendship, but could it be something else?

In a flash the years tumble behind my eyes, a kaleidoscope of memories. The two of us awake all night studying, laughing by the lake, drawing dragons when we were 14 for a magical creatures class, graduation, racing brooms, leaving for summers, reuniting on the platform. I remember the warmth of his hugs, the safe haven he provides, how he always knows the right words and never hesitates to say them. His brutal honesty is helpful, and his heart is more pure than anything I’ve ever known.

“Hey Charlie?” I ask as he turns to join me on the couch.


“Do you remember that night in the common room when you explained what we are?”

“Of course.” He kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “What about it?”

“Attraction- what I mean to say is, do you ever have trouble differentiating between romantic and platonic attraction?”

“Sometimes. Without the whole sexual attraction thing I rely more firmly on emotional attachment. More often than not, that develops through a friendship, and when it changes over to romantic attraction it can be hard to differentiate. There is a difference, but it can be confusing.”

I nod my head, ignoring the lump in my throat.

“Why?” Charlie tilts his head, puppy-like.

“You do know I love you, right?” The three words are no stranger to his ears.

“Of course.” The tired lines around his eyes stretch as his left eyebrow raises. “I scared you today, didn’t I?”

I nod as the Beatles sing from the shelf.

“Come here-” He opens his arms and I place his half-repaired shirt on the table before entering them.

There’s a gentle squeezing around my shoulders as my ear buries itself in his heartbeat.

“You hear that?” He asks. “That means I’m okay. I’m not going to leave you here.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to string a sentence together. “Will you not leave me ever?”

“I won’t.”

“Charlie-” I pause. “I love you, you’re my best friend.” His sweater catches on my thumb as I try to sit up. “I don’t know why, or what, or when. I don’t even know how- I- I- guess what I’m saying-” I can’t meet his eyes.

“What? What is it Y/N?” His fingers brush a wayward strand of hair from my face. The gesture is so innocent, so filled with admiration, trust, and love that my words break free.

“I want to see if there could be something else here. You’re my best friend, and I don’t want to lose that, but I can’t see myself with anyone else. If you want, we can pretend this didn’t happen, but I had to say something.”

The silence between us is tangible, and still the record plays on. It starts with his eyes, a smile slowly stretching across his lips.

“You’re serious?” He asks cautiously.

“Yeah.” My eyes study the dark material of the couch.

I feel a palm on my cheek. “I have felt the same way, but I didn’t want to push you, and I didn’t know what you would think.”

I nuzzle my cheek against his open hand and meet his eyes. A puzzle piece slides into place somewhere inside my chest. This is comfortable. This is right. There is no expectation here; nothing is required but affection and respect. This is love, the kind I have looked for, the kind I was scared I would never find because I’m different. Loving differently isn’t a curse, but never learning that, is. And after all this time, all the searching and fear about love and a future, it’s here in front of me, with a heartbeat steady in my ear.


The topic of this discussion is so important. If you are a member of any fandom, please listen to what these guys have to say, and advocate for the ones they want to protect (when and where you can).

I think, as fans, we often miss a big part of the picture. It helps to hear about it from the perspective of people like Tom and even Mark, because they’re basically celebrities who have to manage celebrity status on their own, with very little support.

I heard Mark talk quite a bit about the nature of a fan’s aggression toward a celebrity’s loved ones, and I feel like it is so very important to hear his opinion…because he feels that this is not done with malicious intent.

You can listen to him yourself to understand the reasons, but the bottom line is that this isn’t something that happens out of jealousy or anger or hatred… it’s defensive, poorly-informed, misguided…well, love. For lack of a better word.

The behavior is no less harmful, but I think that more people understanding it will lead to less people participating in it.


(One more thing: people like Charlie and Amy [and Jess and Jenny] blow my mind with the sheer power of their resilience.)

I just wanna thank the cast and more precisely Vivian, Greg, Jordan, Fady, Katherine and Sophie. This may sound trivial to some, but Class was the first show I did any meme for, the first Fandom that I truly connected with, and that would have never happen if they weren’t such good actors that made me adore their characters.

I can see myself in a lot of these characters and they helped me understand myself and other people around me better, I can even say they though me how to be a better person.

I hope one day I will be as wise as Tanya, as loving as Matteusz, as brave as April, as strong as Miss Quill, as close to my emotions as Ram and as loyal as Charlie.

Originally posted by magobjects

One Year and Thank You’s

One year ago, I started this blog. Let me tell you, it has been a ride. The first person to ever follow me on here was @r-a-n-d-y-o-r-t-o-n. I remember it. It was an amazing moment. I remember going away for a week and all the sweet messages and asks people sent to me. I have never been so happy about something as I am about my writing here. 

But it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. This blog has also made my self esteem crash and my mental state to take a major nose dive. That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate all of you. 

Every single one of you make me so happy. I’m so proud of what we have done. I’m so proud of this blog and those on here. So, I want to recognize the people that I have met on here, the amazing people I have met:

@vaudevillediva101- I have no idea what to say. You are one of my best friends in the world. You have helped me more than I would have ever thought someone could. To say that our friendship is perfect is totally wrong. But I know you are there for me, and that means everything. 

@thedeboniardevistation- The first time I talked to you, it was so scary. I thought you were super intimidating and that you wouldn’t like me. Little did I know that you are one of the sweetest people I have ever talked to. You make my whole live better. I love nothing more than to talk wrestling to you. So thank you, and I promise, our story will be written sometime. 

@dorkyvillain- Honestly, Sparrow, you are the reason I started writing for WWE. I remember staying up really late reading your stuff. When we first started talking, it was like talking to one of my idols. I wish we talked more, but I guess it is what it is. I wish I could give you a big hug and tell you how much I love you, because you deserve nothing but happiness. 

@extremereigns- Charlie, you are the other writer that inspired me. It was so scary to talk to you. You seemed like some goddess that would never want to talk to me. Now that I know you more, I have come to call you a really good friend. I love you and your writing. I wish we talked more, but I understand.  

@heelturn-timesten- We haven’t been talking that long, but Goddamn it, you already mean the world to me. You are one of the nicest, most understanding, and most gentle person I have talked to. At first we bonded over Kevin, then over everybody. You are my mom friend and I appreciate you so much. 

@freekmode- So, I’m going to be 100% honest here, when you asked me if I wanted to be tagged in your fic, I was absolutely honored. I had never EVER been asked that before. I literally told all my friends. I am so happy and proud of you and your writing. Our long conversations about all the men we totally thirsty over are legendary.Thank you for being the Peyton Royce to my Billie Kay. 

@foreverwwefan- When you tagged me in your Dash fic, I was absolutely floored by your writing. I aspire to be as good as you. Also, you are another total mom friend and you give me such sound advice. You really help me, and your advice is invaluable. 

@ashleymarie2021- Girl, I can’t believe we have only been talking for a month or two. It feels like we have been friends forever. I love talking to you and all your ‘presents’. Thank you for being there with me, I know it can be hard some times, but thank you for being there. You have really helped me through some hard times. 

@specialagent-dalecooper- I love talking to you! It feels so good to find some that loves Kyle as much as me. Honestly, we haven’t been talking all that long, but I already love talking to you so much!

Now for people who I haven’t talked to all that much, but still mean a lot to me! (Also, I’m sorry if I forgot some people, I am writing this kinda quickly.)

@eviewatcheswrestling @wrestlingnoob @leelakoiwolff @helluvawriter @sammiielli @alexahood21 @heyambrose @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @wwe-smutfics 

There are over 1,300 of you. I just want to say, thank you. Thank you all. Thank you all for being her for me. Thank you for everything. 

Originally posted by audreylaine-nalley

Baby slept 9:30 to 12:30, chugged an ounce then slept til 4. Was awake and drank 4 ounces between 4-5:30 then slept til 8. Ate 2 more ounces and was back asleep when I left at 8:45 to take the girls to gymnastics. If she keeps that up and I learn to sleep when she does and not sit there listening to her breathe, we will be fine.

Baby is home with my mom who came to help and will stay for a few days which is awesome. Girls are mostly doing really well though Charlie is struggling a bit with jealousy. They really want to help, which is great, but they don’t understand why they can’t do it all. I think it will work out in time. The one not happy about this is the dog, which surprises me because he usually loves babies. Sibling rivalry for everyone!

A few more of my fave Sonny Carisi moments for @do-me-carisi and whatever treat she has in store for us!!  I hope it’s not to late to submit more. 

A while back, an anon asked me my top 5 fave Sonny moments and I never got around to answering. I’m SORRY!! Life has been hella hectic. So please accept this as your answer too, though I don’t know if I can pick only 5 and not sure I can get an absolute fave moment because Sonny has so many facets to his personality that I love. <3

I know a lot of people are probably going WTF? this is a fave? lol. It is and allow me to elaborate. While a lot of fans were distracted by the stache and the lame new guy schtick, I was totally fascinated with this awkward, brash character and it was in this scene that I realized that underneath all the silliness they brought him in with, Sonny was a “think outside the box” seeker of justice kind of character and was going to be hella entertaining!   I’m STILL lol'ing at Liv saying “we don’t do that here”  OMG HAHAHA. OH GIRL YOU KILL ME!! Have you met YOU??  Sonny had already sized the situation up and he was dead right. That girl smelled the sympathy bullshit a mile away, she needed a man to shoot the shit with her because that’s all she was familiar with. Sonny’s initial instinct was the catalyst to solving the crime and right here in episode one, Sonny was right!

More faves under the cut to save your timelines ;)

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I decided to do this because if you aren’t following these blogs, you are missing out loves. 

@laochbaineann, Liz, my best friend, this one is an amazing person. She’s so wonderful to talk to and I just enjoy talking to her. She’s a major Sheamus fan, if you love Sheamus go make friends with Liz. But do not call her Lizzybear, that’s my nickname for her. We have been friends for more than a year, we are very close. You hurt her in anyway, I will find you and stick an umbrella far up your ass that you won’t feel it. 

@imaginingwwesuperstars Marina!, always makes me feel better. She’s so sweet and a wonderful person. I love talking to her, she made a YouTube channel, which I am subscribed too and I love her writing. Follow her because, she loves wrestling, is a sweet girl and just wish I lived closer to her. 

@oreillyskyle Sydney, this girl is so chill. I love talking to her but we haven’t talked much in a few days. That saddens me, I know she’s busy but you loves need to follow her for her love for Dash and Kyle. 

@wwesmutdonedirtcheap Her stories are amazing, she’s becoming a good friend. We aren’t close but I hope that changes soon, I fully understand her thirst for Tyler. I feel you on love. She loves Mojo as much as I do, but shh, she doesn’t know that. 

@theelitevillian Lauren!, my Omega to my villain. Now Lauren understands my thirst for the Bullet Club, she’s one awesome. I make sure she’s happy, she needs it. So follow her and shoot her some love, Lauren is so cute sometimes too.

@helluvawriter Meg! I know Meg roughly like I do with Liz. But Meg is more where I look for advice and she’s a great listener. She could be a momma bear to the tumblr family. And have I mention her thirst for Cesaro? Yeah, check her out. I love her. 

@imnobodiesbitch Her imagines are amazing, though we don’t know each other that well. That should change love, she understands my thirst for Jimmy Havoc. She’s awesome like a cookie, sweet and kind. 

@hiitsmecharlie Charlie is such a wonderful soul, her imagines get me through the day sometimes. She’s is a queen, I think so. But she deserves love and happiness and I just love her, she’s amazing person. 

@xfirespritex I read all her stories and I just fell in love with her writing, she’s great to talk to although we are not close. Hope that changes love one day. 

@moxleyunstable Oh Ash, this one I love to tease her with my evil. She loves me for it, if you love to RP or just shoot her a messages, she would love it. I mean look who’s she’s RPing as. Damn. Love you Ash!

@mgswdw we talk from time to time, she hopes one day I meet Marty. I hope so too. I love talking to her.

@wrestlingnoob my friend that I think deserves nothing but the best, she’s so sweet. 

I love them all and who I didn’t mention, I love you and you shine in your own special way, I feel like more people should talk to me. I’m super nice and hello I’m A Scurll girl, that should count for something.

Family moment at the Bunker for Epiphany Day….

“And you smile, Bitches!”  “Of course, Queen of the Moons!” “And why is Crowley here again?” “He doesn’t have a throne anymore, Kevin” “Shut up, Moose.” 

“Dean, I don’t understand.” “What, Cas?” “Why don’t we bring incense, myrrh and gold instead of a weird pie?”

“Guys, just smile please.“

Because of course I have some time to lose. You can blame @elnawen, again. Look at my fridge magnet! I love them!

Mental note: put your shoes on before putting the baby on….

I just googled “how often should a newborn p**p.”

And yet again my life does a crazy 180. 

Girls are doing OK. Mary is struggling more but was able to articulate that she doesn’t like sharing me and she’s afraid of losing me (after a few massive tantrums). So proud of her for articulating it - it makes it easier when we can discuss rather than managing behavior that I understand what is precipitating it but she doesn’t. We talked and I told her she and her sister are my number one priority and after Baby leaves if they don’t want to keep being a safe home for kids we won’t. To which Charlie says. “I want a sister, a brother, AND a tiny baby.” Ha. She loves the baby and keeps asking to pet her. I told Mary that I would make sure we had some one-on-one time everyday. If its 10 minutes of a board game while her sister is in the bath, that’s what we’ll do. I think it will be OK, she just needs the reassurance. But honestly, her massive tantrums while a newborn is screaming and needs to be fed is hard to handle. Thank goodness my mom was here this morning and was able to redirect her because I did not have the patience to do it (screaming that she didn’t want oatmeal after asking for oatmeal and getting it and yelling and being nasty to me demanding cereal). 

My mom is not traveling this week for work and planning on being here nights to help. Which is great. But I also need to get us organized, on a schedule, and figure it out. Mom is majorly in love with Baby.  She does well at night for the most part - up at 2 4 and 6. My mom has been doing 2 and 4 then I do 6 and am up for the day. Which works well. If baby stays for a while I’m going to hire a mother’s helper to come daily in the evenings - a high school/college student to help during the dinner/bath/bedtime routine and allow me to spend a few minutes with each of the big girls alone. 

Its an adjustment for sure. But baby is happiest wrapped up tight on my chest and that works for me. I can get my stuff done and she’s all snuggly and cute. 

anonymous asked:

Its really disheartening to think that even if by some miracle we get some form of destiel in canon the writers are most likely going to end the show with dean and Sam dying, most likely cas as well so it's going to be really tragic either way :(

Hey there, Nonnie! Do you really think that the show will most likely end with Dean and/or Sam and/or Cas dying? I thought that was a Kripke move, but I don’t think that’s a Carver one. I really believe that the show has foreshadowed a better/happier ending, and for the sake of my own well-being, I’d rather continue believing that! (I hope I’m not mistaken).


I believe the Samelia thing in season 8 wasn’t as purposeless as we might think. After Jess (and Sarah and Madison), Sam kind of got the idea that love and a normal life weren’t really for him. I wouldn’t blame him for thinking that way considering every girl he likes ends up dead. However, in season 8, we got a Sam who actually had a “normal” life. A girlfriend. A picnic for his birthday. A birthday cake. A DOG. He was able to quit the family business. Unfortunately, he wasn’t in the best moment of his life because he was just running away from the painful reality (of having lost Dean). However, as he told Dean in 8x01: “I found something. Something I’ve… never had all my life.”

Sam left Amelia not because Dean was back but because her husband was back. The second time they parted ways (in 8x10) was because Amelia gave him a choice: “If you stay, against everything I believe in, I would be with you. But if you leave… don’t come back. I can’t have you with one foot in my life and one foot out there doing… whatever it is you do. That life of yours I have no idea about.” The second time he left her, it wasn’t because of her husband (he knew Amelia would choose HIM); it was because of Dean. He knew he had to choose between Amelia (the normal life he so much craves) and Dean (the life as a hunter). In 10x18, Sam told Charlie this: “I guess I really understand now that this is my life. I love it, but I can’t do it without my brother.”  We already know that between Amelia and Dean, Sam chose his brother, but that doesn’t mean Sam has stopped craving a normal life; he has just buried it for now. The fact that he says “I understand now that this is my life” sounds like someone who has resigned themselves, someone who’s simply gotten used to it in order not to disappoint Dean. According to Sam himself in 8x23, his greatest sin was how many times he let his brother down. He said he couldn’t do that again, so he became Dean. How? Dean got used to the life as a hunter because he didn’t want to disappoint his father. Sam finally got used to that life because he didn’t want to continue disappointing his brother. And so it goes the codependency cycle!

I firmly believe that Sam’s endgame is to have a normal life. That’s why we haven’t heard anything else about his desires in season 9 or 10. We already know what he wants, but we also know that he can’t get there. Not yet, at least.


Dean’s case has been more difficult. For a very long time I thought that his endgame would be to continue being a hunter forever. That’s why season 10 and Dean’s personal arc was so important. It was in that season when we finally learned that Dean’s deepest desire is NOT to be a hunter. We saw a little bit of that in 9x07 when young Dean had a conversation with young Robin:

DEAN: […] My dad likes to move around a lot.

ROBIN: What’s your dad do?

DEAN: Boring stuff.

ROBIN: Do you like it?

DEAN: (shakes his head) NO. No, not really. But my dad expects me to follow in his footsteps. So I’ve kind of gotten used to it. (He seems resigned). […] I want to be a rock star, but… I also really like cars.

ROBIN: Being a mechanic seems rough.

DEAN: What? No, no. Not at all. Cars are freaking cool as hell. Fixing them is like … a puzzle, and the best part is when you’re done, they leave, and you’re not responsible for them anymore.

Over there we learned that deep in his heart, he didn’t want to be a hunter but got used to it. We also learned that he resented having to be responsible for Sam, but he got so used to it that he couldn’t really live his life without having to worry about and protect his little brother. Demon!Dean brought this up in 10x03 when he told Sam: “You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since… Forever. Or maybe… Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!

Dean continued being a hunter to follow his daddy’s footsteps. He became Sam’s “father figure” because John always told him he had to protect Sammy. That was his job. He didn’t matter out of that responsibility. But Dean already knows all of that is his father’s fault. That’s what we learned from the rest of the conversation between Sam and Dean in 10x03:

SAM: This isn’t my brother talking.

DEAN: You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit.

SAM: No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!

DEAN: Well, then, we got nothing.

SAM: Would you say that to Dad?

DEAN: Dad? Oh, there’s a prize. There’s a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!

Dean is finally aware that he’s never been Sam’s brother. He’s been his caretaker thanks to John Winchester. That’s why the song A single man tear (which is about Dean) in 10x05 says: “A single man tear, that’s all I’ll spare. I bury feelings, don’t show I care. Even though I am haunted, must be the man daddy wanted. Wish I could be as strong as Sam. Blaze my own trail, be my own man. But underneath this broken mask, it is my father, with all his wrath.”

Dean’s arc in the Carver era has been to clearly show us that Dean KNOWS he doesn’t like his life as a hunter. That was John’s influence. He KNOWS he doesn’t want to be Sam’s protector. That was John’s influence, too. He wishes he could be as strong as Sam because SAM LEFT. Sam went to Stanford. He quit the life. He didn’t care about disappointing John. Dean pulled Sam back in for a long while, but Sam was strong a second time. He quit the life after Dean got sent to Purgatory. He stopped looking for Dean. It hurt like hell; he said he felt like his “world imploded and came raining down on [him]” (8x06), but he was strong enough to realize that he could have a life that didn’t entirely depend on Dean or John or anyone else.

Dean finally LEARNED that protecting Sam and Sam protecting him above everything else was NOT GOOD. It was evil. That codependency they have ruins them and the people around them. He doesn’t want to be his brother’s keeper anymore, but he doesn’t want Sam to be his keeper either. That’s what we learned from his conversation with Sam in 10x23:

DEAN: Remember when we were in that church, making Crowley human, about to close the Gates of Hell? Well, you sure as hell were ready to die for the greater good then.

SAM: Yeah, and, Dean, you pulled me back.

DEAN: And I was wrong. You were right, Sam. You knew that this world would be better without us in it.

SAM: No, no, no, wait a second. You’re twisting my words here, Dean.

DEAN: Why? Because we – we track evil and kill it? The family business? Is that it? Look at the tape, Sam. Evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity – our family, our friends. It’s time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it.

SAM: Wait a second. We are not evil. Listen… We’re far from perfect, but we are good. That thing on your arm is evil, but not you, not me.

DEAN: I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you – when you drove that man to sell his soul… Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A-a good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you’re willing to let the Darkness into the world.

Dean was ready to kill Sam to stop all this, to stop their codependency, but then Sammy gave Dean two pictures. He told Dean: “You’ll never, ever hear me say that you – the real you – is anything but good. But you’re right. Before you hurt… anyone else, you have to be stopped at any cost. I understand. Do it. Do me the honor.”

Once again Sam was stronger than Dean. He understood the point. He understood they couldn’t continue like this (sacrificing others to save each other), so he was willing to sacrifice his own life if that was needed. Dean realized that Sam understood. The fact that Sam stopped fighting meant that he was ready to let go, SOMETHING THAT DEAN HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO DO ALL HIS LIFE. Then he saw the pictures. Dean and Mary. Dean, Sammy and Mary. Family.

But John Winchester was NOT in the picture because his influence was OVER. Dean didn’t kill Sam, that’s true. But it was not in the name of codependency (he didn’t know Cas, Rowena and Crowley were about to rid him of the Mark of Cain). It was in the name of family, in the name of love, a healthy one… represented by Mary in the pictures.  That’s why I think that season 11 will give us a better relationship between Dean and Sam, one where they are brothers, not each other’s keepers.

All of this was necessary to be able to reach not only Sam’s endgame but also Dean’s, which by the way, we were given in 10x16:

Dean (to Sister Mathias): I guess I’m just wondering how somebody quits one life for something completely different and – and then believe in it so much.

Dean (to Father Delaney): You know, the life I live, the work I do… I pretty much just figured that that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around and jam the key in the ignition and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I’d go out the same way that I live – pedal to the metal, and that would be it. […] Now, um… Recent… events, uh… make me think I might be closer to [death] than I really thought. And… I don’t know. I mean, you know, there’s – there’s things, there’s… people, feelings that I-I-I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time. […] I’m just starting to think that… maybe there’s more to it all than I thought.

In my opinion, Dean’s endgame will be to quit the life for something completely different where he’ll be able to experience things, people, and feelings differently than he has before or maybe even for the first time. It’s been a lot of work to take Dean in that direction. Dean, the best hunter ever, the one who always seemed to love the life, the family business. That’s why the Carver era was heavy in personal arcs and not in myth arcs. They had to reset Dean almost completely. This is our promise. Dean needs to survive to get his endgame. Just as Sam needs to be alive to get his. 


Cas’ endgame is still a work in progress, but a very clear one. He had to be reset the same as Dean. Cas loved Heaven and his brothers and sisters. Despite everything, he thought Heaven was home. It isn’t like that anymore. Cas has slowly begun to learn that home is where the heart is. Where is Cas’ home? What does he want? He’s been asked twice now about his endgame. In 9x06, when Cas said he wanted to live, Ephraim asked him: “But as what, Castiel? As an angel? or a man?” Even though it couldn’t be clearer than that, Metatron became more obvious in 10x18 when he asked Cas:

“Who are you now? Like, you’re obviously not an angel of the lord. And what about all of this ‘walking the earth like Kane from Kung Fu’ crap? Cleaning up heaven’s messes. How many more rogue angels are there out there? And what are you gonna do once you’re done with all that? Go back to heaven? Please. The angel formerly known as Hannah has restored order up top. Smoothest it’s run since God cut the ribbon on the pearly gates. So tell me, Castiel, truly, what is your mission now?”

When the next antagonist (the Darkness) is finally defeated, when the show finally reaches its final season and its final episodes, we’re going to be given an answer. Castiel will have to choose. Right now he’s indecisive. He calls himself people, but he’s not, as Rowena pointed out when she said in 10x22: “That’s like a fish that wants to fly or a dog that thinks he’s people.” When Cas said that he, in fact, is a lot like people, Rowena’s reply was “Keep telling yourself that, dear”. Meaning? Cas is not human! He acts like he is, but he isn’t. That’s why I firmly believe that Castiel’s endgame will be to choose humanity. That’s been his weakness all along, anyway.

In conclusion, I don’t think Cas, Dean or Sam are going to die. The show has made a great effort to reset the main characters and tell us what they want or where they wish they could go. Maybe I’m delusional, but I can’t help being optimistic. I hope this gives you some hope as well. Sorry for writing such a long thing!

danielsaunders  asked:

could you write me some headcanons for charlie/knox/meeks? >:3c

hope you enjoy the headcanons! ✨


• meeks & knox understand the relationship that charlie shares with neil & are supportive of it.

• even though the beds that the school gives them aren’t too big, they still cram themselves in it and cuddle.

• charlie loves to embarrass them by calling their boyfriends the most cringeworthy pet names that they can think of. the rest of their friends enjoy this because it amuses the hell out of them to no end, todd’s favorite cringeworthy nickname charlie has called their boyfriends is “my two sweet, cherry filled stud muffins.”

• even though meeks is the more “quiet” one of the trio, he tends to give them very noticeable hickies if he sees anyone flirting with his partners. knox & charlie figured it out in the beginning of their relationship & enjoy the hickies but normally assure their boyfriend that no one will ever come between them.

• sometimes knox feels like he’s an intruder because meeks & charlie were in a relationship before they added him but charlie & meeks always smother their boyfriend in kisses and tell him to never think that. as cheesy as it sounds, they knew that knox was the finishing piece of the puzzle.

• they know charlie can fight for themselves but catch knox & meeks beating someone’s ass because they called their partner a slur.

• when neil’s death was made news at school, knox & meeks merely held charlie in their arms as they broke down. this happened again when charlie tried to bring up their first kiss with neil at the viewing.

• when charlie got expelled & cameron talked shit about them, no one said a word the next morning when knox showed up with busted knuckles and a black eye. meeks, however, punched his boyfriend’s arm for being an idiot and almost getting himself expelled.

• charlie still sneaks into campus for meetings with their boyfriends & the dead poets society. they always leave a note in the headmaster’s desk to fuck himself.


October 14th The Rolling Stones and Bob Dylan

First day of Desert Trip!!!
I’m so excited! I absolutely can not wait to see these two performances

the Stones were amazing! I had high expectations for them after everything I’ve heard- and they completely surpassed them! Like that may have been one of the greatest nights of my life! They breathed life into the audience, it was incredible.
Mick was hilarious too-

I love Bob and I love how he couldn’t have given two shits about theatrics- he was there to play his songs how he wanted. It was a little hard to understand him, and he changed up the music to a lot of his songs so it was kinda hard to pick out what he was singing. But I felt amazing whenever I recognized a song!