oh gosh this is worse than the others

anonymous asked:

Mary fell into the void with Lucifer in much the same way Sam did in the season 5 finale. Cas died by Lucifer's hand in that ep too... God brought him back last time. Seems fitting if Lucifer's son brings him back this time around... Maybe?

Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking…

Sam’s upstairs with the nephilim literally cornered. Kelly got zapped to nowhere in a blaze of light when it was born, and it scorched the floor as it walked to its room.

I guess I should call it he? Jack?

But right now he’s literally cornered with Sam standing over him.

Meanwhile Dean’s outside kneeling over Cas, My guess is that in his panic, the nephilim’s gonna reach out to the closest thing that’s pledged its “faith” to him, and that thing is Cas.

(oh gosh this bit might hurt worse than the actual finale did)

Cas suddenly takes in a huge gasp of air and opens his eyes, and Dean reaches out to him and there’s this shocked hope and suddenly Dean’s all about helping Cas sit up and then get to his feet. But Cas just blinks at him, maybe acknowledges Dean’s existence… and then walks purposefully toward the house without any other explanation…

Dean follows, trying to get Cas to talk to him, but he’s single-minded. Cas pushes past Sam and helps Jack to his feet. Maybe he even thanks Sam and Dean for their help bringing Jack safely into the world, and then *poof* they’re gone…

Title card.

(because Cas isn’t himself still. ESPECIALLY if it’s his connection to the nephilim that brings him back.)

anonymous asked:

i read "the only thing worse than me is you" today and it's so so cute ajdkskwlskfkkw do you know any other books like that?

Oh gosh it is adorable, isn’t it?! While I can’t recommend a similar book, I can recommend a book that made me just as happy as that one did:

This is 100% another one of the inspirations behind Lucky Us. Observe:

When Graham Larkin sends an email to a friend about his pet pig Wilbur, the last thing he expects is a response from the other side of the country from one Ellie O'Neill. As their online friendship blossoms, they begin to reveal more about themselves - but, crucially, they leave out the truth about Ellie’s past and Graham’s career as a Hollywood heartthrob. And when a new location needs to be found for Graham’s next film, he jumps at the chance to visit Ellie’s hometown. But, now that they’re together, it’s impossible to keep their secrets for long - and there’s a lot to overcome if love is to blossom.

Saturday Morning [Part 4] (Grayson)

Written by: @keepcalmandlovepotter

Summary: Alyssa is new to L.A. and has a few secrets she’s rather keep to herself. When a famous YouTube star meets her, it changes the course of her life forever.

A/N: This was a submission and this is NOT MY STORY

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

My alarm went off at 4 PM and I sat up straight from the couch. I almost knew, even in my state of unconscious, that I had somewhere to be - something to do.

I got up and immediately got in the shower, putting on loud dance music and remixes I had made in the past. It was my “time to look fierce” playlist.

I took my time, using my very best smelling shampoo and body wash. I blow dried my hair and straightened, curling the ends gently with the wide paddle, creating a great bounce. I walked to my room and opened my closet doors, musing over what to wear. 

He hadn’t called it a date, that was true, but he did ask to “take me out” to dinner. I rolled my eyes as I continued to over-think the situation, thumbing through my best outfits. Were jeans too casual? I wasn’t even sure where we were going. I ran my hand through my hair and played with a curl at the end before I remembered a navy blue floral skater dress I had bought a few days earlier. I hadn’t worn it yet and it would be perfect for a date or just a casual dinner with a friend. 

I pulled the dress and hung it on the door before pulling out my makeup bag and sitting on my bed. I had a desk that also had a vanity mirror but the lighting from my bed was just better and allowed me to blend everything better. By now it was already 6:25. Grayson would be here to pick me up soon. 

As soon as I finished putting on my makeup, I put on my dress and sprayed on some perfume. I grabbed a pair of wedges from the corner of my closet that I almost never wear (because I’m clumsy and putting me in heels is a generally bad idea) but I decided tonight was special enough for them. I meant to grab a sweater, but in the confusion and rush to be ready on time, I forgot. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I blinked at my reflection, staring myself up and down. 

Not bad. 

I pulled a pair of stud earrings that looked like roses and put them on, and paired it with a very dainty gold necklace. I didn’t have time to look at myself again before my doorbell rang. I looked into my reflection and held my breath, my eyes wide. I ran to my room to grab my small matching cross body bag and ran to the door. I opened it to see Grayson, looking down at me with a bright smile, holding a single white long-stemmed rose. 

“Hey,” he said, his face flushing a little. He was wearing a mint green button up and dark jeans. I felt my heart stop again as he smiled at me.

“Hi,” I replied, sounding a little breathless. I tucked a long strand of hair behind my ear. We were both nervous, it was very clear. Maybe it was a date…

“You look beautiful,” he said, handing me the rose. “I got this for you.” 

Definitely a date.

I could’ve thrown up then and there, but wouldn’t have been very attractive, now would it? So I took a deep breath and smelled the beautiful, spotless flower that mirrored the boy standing before me. 

“Thank you so much. It’s beautiful.” I said, looking from the rose up to the person who’d given it to me. He beamed, seemingly glad he’d done something right.

“You ready?” He offered me his arm. I held up a finger, ran back inside to grab my keys, and ran back to the door, taking his arm with the same smile.


He took me outside and opened the door to his Ford Bronco for me and held out a hand for me to step up so I wouldn’t trip in my wedges. 

“M’lady,” he said in a put-on British accent. I feigned surprise and teased him.

“Why thank you, sir,” I said in a fake southern drawl. He laughed out loud, a cackle almost like mine, before clapping his hand over his mouth. He stared at me, my hand in  his, halfway into the truck. There was a moment of silence before I decided to let out my own cackle in response. He looked even more surprised before the two of us burst into laughter together. 

“Oh my gosh! I thought nobody laughed like me!” He said as I sat down. I nodded through my own laughter.

“ME NEITHER! My whole family makes fun of me for it!” I said, trying to catch my breath. He gave me the brightest smile I’d ever seen on him.

“I love your laugh,” he said, his tone very sweet as I sat down, looking down at him. I put the rose across my lap and blushed. 

“Yours might be even worse than mine,” I said, a little astonished. The two of us cackled at each other for another good few minutes. After we’d both calmed down a bit, he ran around to the drivers’ side and hopped in.

“So you never told me where we were going,” I pointed out, and he looked back at me with a grin and cocked an eyebrow like he did when we first met. 

“You’re right, I didn’t,” he replied mischievously, giving me a wink before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.  


“I’m serious! I was younger so I had to do all the boring jobs, like letting Ethan stand on my head while he climbed up onto the counter!” The two of us had to contain ourselves, as the secret was out that we both laughed pretty loudly. 

Grayson had taken me to a beautiful restaurant downtown where tons of celebrities go regularly that was based around a candy theme. We’d gotten a round booth at the back of the restaurant and sat next to each other as we ate and talked, which made me extremely nervous at first. This was definitely a date, there was no denying it now, and I hadn’t been on a date since - 

I hadn’t been on a date in a really long time. Grayson tried to convince me to get a dessert with him, but being a type 1 diabetic, I couldn’t afford the extra sugar, so I just had a bite of his sundae and called it even. We’d finished long ago and were just talking and laughing now, sharing funny childhood stories. 

“Yeah, I was always the football for my brothers. They used to throw me around like it was nothing because I was always the smallest. Not that we didn’t have actual footballs lying around, they just thought it was more fun because I was constantly screaming.” The two of us had each other cracking up, talking about our siblings and how we all used to torture each other growing up on the East Coast. 

“It’s so different here. They don’t even have winter!” I said, resting my chin in my hand and my elbow on the table. It wasn’t particularly lady-like but nobody ever accused me of being a lady.

“I KNOW! I’ve met people from out here who’ve never seen snow! Can you imagine?!” I thought it over for a second.

“I’m sure there were some snow storms I got stuck in where I wished I had never seen snow…” I mused and the two of us giggled about it. 

Grayson made me feel at ease. I could easily talk to him about my life and not feel completely uncomfortable. Throughout dinner, he had edged closer to me and I to him, until now our knees touched under the table. When I had first felt his leg make contact with mine, I jumped a little, not expecting it. But when he made a second attempt to move closer, I didn’t shy away. 

He made me laugh, genuinely and completely, and he seemed to really enjoy doing it. Every time he smiled at me, I felt my heart race and my stomach fill with butterflies. I couldn’t recall anybody making me feel this way - so accepted and liked, as if he just enjoyed my company and wasn’t expecting anything of me. It was a relief, but it made my heart beat faster every time I looked at him. 

He let out a sigh after a long bout of laughter and looked at me before cocking his head toward the exit. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here. I have something else planned.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t we pay?” He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

“I took care of that before I even picked you up. Don’t worry about it.” I frowned as we got up and walked toward the exit, closer together than when we had walked in.

“Dude, you’ve gotta stop doing that,” I said, folding my arms over my chest after I put my small bag over my shoulder. He shrugged and put an arm around my shoulders.

“Like I said yesterday, you can buy next time.” He winked and I melted against him. He pulled me into him. I could feel my face get hot and I could barely contain the smile I wore. He opened my door and I gazed at my rose as he got in and we took off.

We drove from the crowded boulevard to more secluded streets to finally dirt roads. I looked around and noticed that there were no other cars around and started to get a little nervous. I fidgeted in my seat, my fingers tangling together. Grayson seemed to notice and he looked over at me briefly.

“You alright?” He asked, his voice low with concern. It woke me up from my thoughts.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.” It was a lie. He probably knew it too.

“We don’t have to do what I have planned, you know. I mean…it’s not like it’s anything crazy but if it makes you uncomfortable to be out here alone with me, I can take you home…” he sounded a little disappointed, but he was trying to hide it as well. It broke my heart. Enough to change my mind.

“No, I was just wondering where we were going, that’s all,” I said with a smile as I looked back at him. A slow smile crept across his face in response and he nodded. 

“Well, I don’t think it has a name, but we’re just about there so my advice is to be patient,” he said with a wink. I almost let out another girlish giggle. I had to learn to contain myself around him, especially if this was going to happen again.

It probably won’t, but you keep dreaming.

The thought broke me from my teenage glee and my smile ran away from my face. I looked down at my hands, now still in my lap. I didn’t want Grayson to see me look so sullen and ask me what was wrong, so I turned and looked out the window. 

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You’re shivering.” I looked back at him and it wasn’t until he had said something that I realized how cold I was. 

“Oh. I guess I’m kinda cold. I was gonna bring a sweater but I forgot.” I shrugged and shuddered in my seat. He kept his eyes on the dirt path, but reached into the back seat and pulled his leather jacket to the front. He stopped the truck and put it around my shoulders, making sure I was comfortable. I looked back at him and I felt him actually take my breath away when he spoke.

“Better?” I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded my response and he smiled. He pulled my hair out of the jacket and ran his fingers through the ends easily and I was thankful I had brushed it so much before he picked me up. He pulled back onto the path and continued on his way to our mystery destination.

A minute or two later, the truck stopped and he looked over at me. He only gave me an excited glance before hopping out and opening my door for me yet again. I stepped out and my feet almost immediately gave way to the sand underneath me. I almost tripped and fell but he caught me. 

Our eyes locked for a moment and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted another person like I did right then. I would’ve leaned in to kiss him had he not broken the silence. 

“You might wanna leave your shoes behind. It’s pretty much sand from here on out.” 

I nodded and left my wedges in the truck, making me substantially shorter than him again. I put my arms through the sleeves of the jacket to keep it on me though it was much too big for me. 

I closed the door and turned back to him, surprised to see him holding out his hand. I took it cautiously, expecting there to be rough terrain or to be told to watch my step, but he laced his fingers with mine and just held my hand calmly. The very simple action meant more to me than it could’ve to him. I thought my heart had stopped in its cage as we walked. I could barely even blink my eyes without feeling my pulse rattle.

We walked over a small hill to see a blanket under a tree by the water’s edge. Surrounding the blanket were tea lights and candles, all protected by glass cups. There was a string of lights hung in the tree to illuminate the blanket as well. I gasped and covered my mouth with my free hand. It looked like something out of a dream. It honestly looked like a place someone might get engaged at.

Oh don’t be fucking stupid.

I growled lowly at myself and shook the thought away. It had no right being somewhere so beautiful, so I shut it out and focused on Grayson. He beamed at me, though nervously and bit his lip.

“What do you think? You said you love the beach at night, so I thought this might be a nice place to talk and get to know each other.” I could see a faint blush creep across his face from under his collar and I’m sure I had one to match. I let out a breathless laugh and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Honestly, Grayson, it’s so beautiful. This is the most thoughtful thing anybody’s ever done for me. Thank you.” I almost felt like crying. He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me like he did when he hugged me the day before. He rested his chin on top of my head and I could hear his smile through his words. 

“I’m glad you like it,” he said quietly, pulling me toward the blanket by one hand. 

We sat down together and watched the stars start to poke their way through the night sky. It was fairly dark for still being in L.A. and we had a fantastic view of some of them. After a while, we laid back to stargaze as we talked about our lives. Again, we were laughing like idiots for most of the time. Laid next to each other, but space between us, I could feel his hand brush against my own. I took a deep breath and reached for his, wondering how he’d react. 

He looked over at me and just smiled, again lacing our fingers together. 

We stayed there for a long time, probably longer than either of us meant to stay. We would’ve left earlier, but we genuinely enjoyed each others’ company. We never ran out of things to talk about and we never felt an awkward pause or silence. It was truly magical (as corny as that may sound). 

A shooting star streaked across the sky like a firework and it made both of us gasp. It was so clear and bright. Neither of us were expecting it. 

“Wow, Alyssa, did you see that?” He asked, astonished. I nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, I did. It was beautiful.”

“Just like you.” I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder with mine.

“Go on then, throw me another,” I said in a put-on British accent. He laughed but demanded that I accept my own beauty. It was a battle I lost, though I could hardly be sad about it.

After a couple of hours, we got up and made our way back to the truck. We held hands and walked slowly the whole time, trying to elongate our time together. On our way back to my apartment, I put my shoes back on. 

He helped me out of the truck and held my hand as we walked up the steps to my second-floor corner apartment, stopping at my door. I fiddled with my keys as we chatted a bit, and I could feel his heart racing with my own. 

You cannot kiss him on the first date. You can’t. You are not desperate. You will be strong and you will wait until…some other time.

I resolved much earlier not to kiss him at the end of this date, but I was having quite the time of it now. He was funny and sweet and intelligent. He was kind and gentle and compassionate. He cared about the right things and he cared about what mattered to me. He was such boyfriend material. 

Like YOU could get HIM to be YOUR boyfriend.

I almost shook my head in the middle of a conversation. No. Don’t listen to it. It’s coming from a bad place and it doesn’t mean anything. He wouldn’t have done all this for me if he wasn’t interested…right?

“I had a wonderful time…” I said finally, looking up to stare into those beautiful hazel eyes. He nodded and gazed back down at me, I could tell he was doing the same thing - taking in the color of my eyes. 

“Me too. I’d really like it if we could do this again,” he said, sounding a little nervous. I bit my lip and smiled.

“Only if I get to buy dinner next time,” I teased, and the two of us laughed.

“We’ll see,” he said. There was a short pause and he smiled at me. Just at me. Not at anything I said or did. Just at me standing before him. 

He pulled me into him once again, wrapping his arms around my waist. I let my own arms wrap around his neck, still holding the rose he gave me in one hand. I held my opposite elbow and he encircled me in a close embrace. I closed my eyes as he held me tight, hugging me. He put a hand on the side of my neck, his thumb resting at my jaw and held me there and placed a gentle, chaste kiss on my cheek. My heart pounded against my ribcage and I held my breath when his lips made contact with my skin. I was surrounded by the scent of him. It seemed to completely envelope me and hold me like he held me in that hug.

“Goodnight, Alyssa.” His voice was quiet and sweet. My heart fluttered in my chest.

“Goodnight, Grayson. Text me when you get home safe.” He nodded and waved goodbye, making his way back to his truck. It wasn’t until he was out of sight that I remembered I was still wearing his jacket. I ran to the edge of the balcony and shouted down to him.

“Gray! Your jacket!” He smiled and waved his hand, putting the other in his pocket.

“You keep it for now. I’ll get it from you on our next date.” 

I went inside, closed the door behind me, and leaned against it, sliding down it and sitting on a pile on the floor. I had to let my heart catch up. I looked at the rose in my hands and I knew I had to make a decision:

I had to decide if I could date Grayson or not.

You're my Queen - (Eisuke x MC)

Dedicated to me Great Queen @smutmylifeup
Hope you enjoy it!

It was a rough day, with Erica and her two shadows yelling at you and complaining about your work. You were tired and just wanted to lay in your bed and sleep. But you couldn’t. You needed to attend to a important party with Eisuke. It was almost the time and you still needed to get ready or else Eisuke would be pissed, that was the last thing you needed at that moment. You took a quick and warm shower and started searching for the perfect dress. Eisuke really likes to you to shopping so dresses and experience jewelry were the last of your problems. You always were a simple girl and still couldn’t get used to all those expensive events and clothes, but you do it for him, because you knew he loves to spoil you. You took a deep breath and analyzed each dress. Pink, blue, red, black, green, gray, so many colors and styles that you couldn’t pick. Then you did what any child would do when the can’t choose. You closed your eyes and moved your hand toward the dresses until you wanted to stop. Your hands stopped in a cream colored dress. You were satisfied with your random choice. You put it on and it served perfectly in your body. You had 30 minutes and you needed to be quick. You wouldn’t have time to curl your hair so you made a high tight bun and started to do a light and natural makeup. And you were done just in time. Your phone beeped.

“Where are you? I’m waiting down stair. ~E”

Damn he can be very punctual. You put your high heels on and stopped in front of the mirror and released your hair and it felt with beautiful curls, you fix it and you were ready. You walked downstairs and all gazes on you, but Eisuke’s because he was talking on the phone.

“Koro looks so pretty today.” You blushed a little at Ota’s comment.

“The kid is… Fine.” But Mamoru’s face couldn’t trick you, he barely could close his mouth. Soryu smirked and nodded his head.

“Here, let me have the honor, Princess.” Baba walked toward you and offered his arm, you smiled at him and accepted. Eisuke finished his phone call and turned to see you. He looked… Surprised, maybe? You couldn’t tell, he was hard to read sometimes, specially in front of the other guys. “There you go, Princess. Take good care of her boss.” He winked and let go off you. Eisuke took Baba’s place.

“Queen, Baba. She’s not a princess.” You saw the thief raising his hand as if he had surrendered and you let out a shy giggle. “C'mon, (Y/N). We are late.”


As soon as his limousine stopped, the car was surrounded by loud woman. And it only got worse when he stepped out of the car.

“The King is here! Oh my gosh! He’s so perfect!”
“Eisuke choose me!”
“No! Me! I’m way better than her!”

You took a deep breath and Eisuke extended his hand to you. You accepted and once both of you were out of the car, paparazzi started taking photos of you. No matter how many times it happens, you can’t get used to paparazzi.

“Ugh Eisuke… You don’t have to have such a bad taste in women.”
“She’s so plain and boring.”
“Look at her, she will never deserve to be beside him.”

They looked at you disgusted, but you kept your head up with a smile. He tighten his grip on your hand and leaded you to the party, leaving the woman’s comments behind. The place was huge and as fancy as the other places you’ve been with Eisuke. The music was calm and relaxing. People were talking about business everywhere.

“I know these parties are boring, but I don’t want to stay here as long as we need to. Come, let’s talk to that man over there. He’ll help us to open a new hotel in Paris.” You nodded and followed him again.

After a long conversations do two glasses of the best champagne you’ve ever drank, you need to go to the toilet to fix your hair and check up on your makeup. You excused yourself and started searching for the toilet. Before you could push the door open, a well dressed woman appeared in front of you. She looked you up and down.

“So it’s you his girlfriend? They said you’re plain and ugly, but they were being really nice, because you’re way worst than I thought.” You took a deep breath and decided to don’t be like her.

“Excuse me.”

“Haha of course sweetheart. Make a favor for us and clean the toilet, little maid.” She hit her shoulder in yours and walked away.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and those words kept hitting your head. You really wanted to wash your face to prevent you from crying, but it would ruin your make up. But before you knew it tears was rolling down your cheeks. First Erica yelling at your at work, then she undid all your job and make you clean and organize everything again, and if it wasn’t good enough, those comments after you left the car and now that woman talking to you that way. Your heart was hurt and you knew you wasn’t enough for Eisuke. He’s used to expensive and fancy things while you were used to the small and simple things. He had all and you had to work hard to have something. Maybe these people are right that he’s too much for you to handle. You ripped off your tears and started searching for him. You needed to talk to him, set him free again.

You found him, but it looked like the woman from before was trying to set him free. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, her body was close. He didn’t looked so interested and tried to push her off. He noticed you and you walked toward him with your heart in your hands.

“Ugh you again. I really can’t see what he sees on you.” She rolled her eyes. He smirked at her and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I see a lot of things on her that I can’t see on your or the others gold diggers out there. She has class, beauty and kindness. Somethings that you would never have.”

“Oh! How dare you! Can’t you see? She’s with you because you’re rich and she’s just a pleasant.” Your blood was boiling and you couldn’t take it anymore

“I’m afraid not wo-”

“You can say whatever you want to me, but don’t you ever dare to doubt my feelings for him.” You could see Eisuke smirking at your attitude.

“Now if you excuse us, (Y/N) and I have more important things to do than deal with you.” Both of you walked away from her, she cursed you, but you kept walking and looking forward. “Enough for today, we can go home. The limousine is waiting for us.”

Once you were in the car, you got lost in your thoughts. All he said before was true? Or it was just to prevent a scene? He never says that he loves you very often, but maybe his actions was his way to tell you that he loves you? It’s so confusing… So frustrating. You keep with these doubts every day, you knew that your worlds were completely different, but didn’t imagine that it was SO different.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N).” He nudged your shoulder.

“Sorry… I was just… Thinking.”



“Don’t think about them or their words. They’re useless. They will never reach your feet. You’re perfect just the way you are, I know you’re not used to my glamorous life, but soon you’ll get used to it. I love you, (Y/N). You’re all I need.” A fear felt your right eye. That was the best thing you’ve ever heard the Great Eisuke Ichinomiya say to you. You’re so happy. “Don’t let a tear drop from your beautiful eyes because of them. You’re my woman, my beautiful Queen.”

He gave you a passionate kiss and the rest of the trip you rested your head on his tone chest, hearing his heart beats. After all he said you would think twice before doubt his feelings. You had certain that he loved you. You hugged him.

“I love you, Eisuke.”

Search, Rescue, Love

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

Search, Rescue, Love

Mr. Tumnus X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): There wasn’t one but Mo’s Tumnus one was so cute so I thought I would try my hand at one ;0; Also she was telling me to write one, so!

Notes: I too decided to go with a modern AU too. Erik knows Peter is his son, the reader is able to travel dimensions and tell where their home dimension is through instinct. Also I’m so sorry this is so long, it wasn’t going to be but then it was…

Warning(s): This is a VERY slow burn! There is a little use of language and some steam towards the end. There is also a lot of fluff.

Word count: 10.2k

Peter Maximoff, with all of his speed, should have looked where he was going. Hank had made a machine, almost a portal, that would follow (y/n) in case they got lost. Their power of dimension hopping could get confusing, dangerous, and exhausting. In case of an emergency or hostile situations (which there has been) all (y/n) had to do was click a button and the machine would retrace (y/n)’s tracks and allow the team to be sent into the new dimension.

They were about to test it when Peter ran in and fell right into the open portal. There was a few screams, a crash, a boom, and suddenly everyone was coughing and trying to get out of the room. Smoke filled their lungs and billowed out into the hall. When the smoke cleared they looked back inside. The machine was broken beyond repair and Peter was nowhere to be found.

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((Merry Christmas from Aiden and Benji))

Aiden:Yo Gramps. I know we’re probably another nameless face in the sea of grunts y'see, but since ya’ act like our disgruntled Uncle I figured me and B would get ya’ this little pillow. (And to make up for the fact that I steal your booze sometimes.)

@twoskullbois, @reposhillo

“Even grunts that look the same got their own personal quirks that set em apart…usually whoever is louder than the other. The only thing you all share is how you all dont let an old man rest by getting into trouble all the time. Either way…for what it’s worth, thanks.

And if you’re going to steal my alcohol atleast get drunk close by so I can keep an eye on ya both. Dont need you doing somethin’ worse than usual.”

(( bdufbfd and a happy holidays to you ; v ; < 33 thanks a bunches oh gosh lookit that pillow!! Your boys are so much fun to draw!))

Spot The Difference
  • Cis heterosexual person: I hate gays. They're gross.
  • Other cis heterosexuals: Well that's your opinion and I respect it lol brave of you to say that even though you know you're gonna get flack from the crazy SJWs
  • LGBTQIAP+ person: I hate straight people because they keep on killing and bullying members of my community.
  • Cis heterosexuals: Oh my gosh you are worse than Hitler. Don't fight fire with fire! No h8 right? No wonder people hate you so much if you're gonna be like that. Heterophobes.
  • (Not promoting hatred in this post, just pointing out the double standards. We've all seen it on here. This stuff needs to stop pronto. If you're REALLY anti hate, then you'd better be out there fighting for my community and calling out homophobes, cause at the moment all I see is you harassing and policing distressed members of my community when they are venting about actual life experiences they have had and suffered at the hands of heteronormativity and both outwardly homophobic and passive straight people.)

Psych — Season 6  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Yet, no one’s behavior has been as utterly confusing as yours.”
  • “Spoiler alert! I’m making you a wallet.”
  • “Well, much like Lady Gaga, I was born this way.”
  • “Don’t you just hate people that kill you?”
  • “Just because you put syrup on something don’t make it pancakes.”
  • “We take our hand-held entertainment very seriously.”
  • “Does someone want to explain to me what happened last night?”
  • “I don’t even know what that was supposed to mean.”
  • “Do you want the good news or the bad news?”
  • “As far as I’m concerned, you’re no different then the thieves who robbed you of the thing you robbed.”
  • “Oh, great. Now we have to carry two guys out of here!”
  • “Oh, my gosh! You disgust me! You make me sick to my face.”
  • “I cannot thank you enough for believing in me!”
  • “Partners do not lie to each other, because partners put their lives in each other’s hands.”
  • “I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.”
  • “What. In the hell. Are you wearing?”
  • “Sorry, I was too busy James Bonding it up in here.”
  • “Everyone stop whatever you’re doing and only pay attention to me.”
  • “Please explain to me again we’re doing here. As opposed to doing anything else in the world.”
  • “Oh, my God. This is worse than my nightmare. You like it here.”
  • “Get this; I have some good news, and some bad news, and some good news.”
  • “I’m gonna keep doing this! I’m gonna keep drivin’ around in circles until I get hungry!”
  • “Your life has been so starved of honesty that the second you feel it creeping around the corner, you are out the nearest door.”
Teach Me Mr. Hemmings(Luke Hemmings smut)

alright guys. I don’t know if I should do a part two or not so just message me and tell me what you think. This is my first time writing smut so please tell me what you think. I AM STILL TAKING REQUESTS. I NEED LOTS. SO PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS. SEND IN ONE SEND IN TWO. SEND IN 10. SEND IN AS MANY AS YOU WANT!! I had surgery yesterday and I need stuff to write about!!!

You walk into your first block class and saw your new English teacher standing there. What a hottie you thought he was. You never really got work done in that class because you were too busy dazing off and daydreaming about his good looks. Mr. Hemmings was his name. And you could never forget it. With a face like his and a body underneath all of his clothing that you desperately wanted to take off. You were snapped out of your day dream but your teacher tapping on your desk with his pencil. “Y/n! Did you do the homework?” He asked. You shuddered. “Um uh. What was it again?” He laughed at you. “You were suppose to get your progress report signed there honey.” My stomach fluttered when he called me honey. “Oh geez. I forgot I’m so sorry. I’ll bring it next class.” Your face began to get really hot and red. “Alright well I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a detention after school today. Naughty.” He whispered in your ear which sent chills through your whole entire body. He stood back up and winked at you. Did he really? Or were you just dreaming it? Most people wouldn’t be too thrilled with after school detention but you were very excited. The day began to go by faster and then the last block bell rang. You stood outside of Mr. Hemmings door scrolling through your Twitter feed and watching everyone go onto their busses or into their cars. Only your one friend, Emma knows how you feel about your teacher and how hot you think he is. She walked by you and pushed you gently. “Have fun in detention with hottie McGee. Call me and tell me the deats afterwards.” She winked and blew you a kiss. You just laughed and shook your head. You waited a couple more minutes for your teacher then he showed up and unlocked the door. “It’s just you and me” he said and pushed me through the door gently with his hand on my back. You bit your lip. “Take a seat.” He told you. “What am I suppose to do in detention when I have no homework. And I’m here for 2 hours.” He looked at you and stood up. “I don’t know what could you do? What could WE do?” He came over and placed his hands on your desk. “I uh I don’t know.” He walked to the door and locked it. You bit your lip again. “You bite your lip when you get nervous. Don’t you?” You nodded and looked down. “Alright. Which is worse? When your student has a sexual and physical attraction to you-” your eyes widened. “Or when the teacher has the attraction back for the student?” You didn’t know what to say. “How. Did. What. Emma. Oh my gosh.” He placed his finger over your mouth. “Shh. It’s okay.” He whispered in your ear. He walked away and pulled all the blinds down in the room. Then walked back to you. You didn’t know what to think in your head other than I’m going to have sex with my really hot teacher. He walked around your chair a couple times then stopped in front of you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up out of your seat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his right around your waist. “y/n. I see the way you look at me so don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t want this.” I wanted it so bad. More than he knew. “I do. Mr. Hemmings. Just I don’t know how old you are. ” you said and looked in his eyes. “I’m 22 and I know that you’re 20 because I had to review your college application. So I know that this is not okay. But at the same time 2 adults can have some fun time.” You just did I right then and there. You kissed him and he kissed you back. He put his hands under your butt and lifted you up making you swing your legs around his back. He stuck his tongue into your mouth which made you moan. The only thin you could think about was I’m really doing this with my college teacher. He began kissing down your neck. “Mr. Hemmings-” he stopped kissing your neck and put his finger over your lips. “It’s Luke. I’m not your teacher right now.” You smiled. He began kissing down your neck and undoing your shirt. You were wearing a black and pink lace bra. He squeezed your boobs through your bra. “Ohh. You don’t know what lace does to me y/n” he began taking off your bra and kissing your breasts. You ran your hand through his hair as you moaned. He stood up out of breath and kissed you. Your fingers fumbled over the buttons on his shirt and you began undoing his shirt. After you undid all the buttons he took it off. You broke the kiss looking down at Luke’s abs rubbing your fingers down them. You remembered how eager you were to get his clothes off in the beginning of class earlier. “Take your pants off Luke.” You told him. “So demanding.” He winked at you. “Don’t under estimate me Luke.” He went to kiss you again but you slipped down to your knees instead. You took off his boxers and ran your finger up his dick. You began to suck on his hard cock. He kept moaning. “Y/n. Holy fuck.” You made him cum and he began kissing you again. He then took off your pants and black lacey thong. “Y/n. Again with the lace babe. You don’t know what that does to me.” You two began kissing again and he pulled a condom out of him pocket and put it on his dick. He then shoved his penis inside of you thrusting making you moan. You both had hit your climax and he took his dick out of you. You couldn’t help but think about how good of sex that was. Probably the best sex of your life. “Maybe I should get detention more.” You told Luke. “Maybe I should give detention to you more.” He winked at you. You began to get dressed again and so did he. “Babe. Here’s my number. Maybe we could do something else other than just have sex.” You stomach fluttered. “Mr. Hemmings, are you asking me on a date?” You bit your lip. “I’m asking you whatever you want me to ask you.” He said and put his hands on your hips kissing you. “Well in that case, I will call you later.” You winked at him. You threw your hair in a messy ponytail. You kissed Luke and walked out the door and into your car thinking about how amazing that was and you began calling Emma to give her all the details.

So should I do a part 2 where they go on a date??? Please tell me whatcha think! Thanks for reading. Don’t forget to send in requests. Thanks, -Lizzy(:

Dear F,

I don’t understand you. I don’t think I should be sorry about this, but I kind of am just because I think it makes me act weird sometimes. Maybe weird is just me. I mean, you’re weird too, but my weird and your weird don’t seem to communicate well. Which is rough, ‘cause your weird is pretty fantastic. Oh yeah, you’re weird. Dorky. I say that is the most affectionate way.

Dear F,

I am in love with you, and I’m kind of sorry about that. I found different ways to say it for a month (“I really, really care about __,” “__ is so important to me. Like, really, super important.” “I just want __ to be happy, they’re such a great person. I wish they could see that. It kills me that they might not.”) Eventually, I said it out loud. To a friend, and with the modifier “kind of,” but still…

Anyway, I was trying hard to deny it. I literally started researching the psychology of attachment, thinking I could prove that no, you can’t fall in love on accident. Turns out you sort of probably can. That’s rough. Like, really rough. You’re amazing, but I don’t want to be in love with you. Not like this, and not now.

Dear F,

I know you’re still in love with someone else, and of course I’m sure she’s great. Wish I was that person, but I know I haven’t done anything wrong here so my confidence isn’t too smashed. The not having done anything wrong bit makes my being sorry for loving you silly, though. Why am I sorry? I’ve been a good friend to you. I keep telling myself that we barely dated and then we broke up and that I should back up and make sure that I’m treating you the same way as I’d treat any other friend, but then I go way (and I mean way) out of my way to see you smile or ease your stress. I do things that I’d be willing to do for any other friend, but it wouldn’t occur for me to do that for anyone else. I’m an okay friend to most people. I’d move the world for you.

Should I stop behaving like I have been? Would it be good for me? Or you? I really don’t know.

Dear F,

We dated, but that doesn’t always make people a couple (at least in my mind). When T introduced me to his friend as F’s girlfriend, I didn’t get the chance to correct him before they got lost in the crowd. I’m pretty sure that was just an assumption, but for the sake of clarity, were we actually a couple? Cause I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I had a really cute plan, too. I’m not going to write about it, though, because I might actually get to use it one day. I’m still holding out hope, you know? 

Dear F,

Please don’t call me “bro.” The overcompensation just stings, and it was probably the worst moment of our entire break up event. Speaking of which, does the fact that we “broke up” mean we were together? I mean yes, dates happened. But dates do not equal couple, as has already been established. 

I’m blaming my confusion on our mutual but depressingly contradictory weirdness. Probably it was lack of communication that caused that, but shhhh. You’ll never read this anyway, so in that sense communication really isn’t a problem. Right?

Dear F,

I’m going to tell you now that you’re an amazing person, and the only time I ever get annoyed with you is when I realize that you don’t see that. Like, what? How? Why would you say someone is too good for you? No one is. You are a good person, F, and you do stupid, jerkish things sometimes. What makes you good is the fact that you try to fix them. You’re good because you care.

Dear F,

Sometimes I think you push people away, and the thought that you’d push me away makes me mad. I want to support you. And by the way, saying you’re breaking up with someone so you don’t ruin the relationship be acting like a jerk, making it somehow for their own good, is kind of ironic. Cause dang, that hurt. Maybe you don’t realize that that’s much worse than hearing 'I need space,’ or 'I don’t think I should be dating right now,’ which are much more reasonable reasons to break up with someone. It makes the other person somehow semi-responsible, even though they didn’t do anything wrong! And yes, you probably shouldn’t be dating right now. That is true. It’s a thing. Oh my gosh, I love you, and I get that, but please, please, please don’t make this for me somehow. This should be about you. Take your space. Do your healing. Get yourself into a better space. Then, worry about other people. 

Dear F,

I can take care of myself. Did you know you broke up with me on the day before the anniversary of the day I confronted my first ex (ya know, the very “problematic” one)? Also, during the same month as my first suicide attempt? It was a week of hell, and my arms itched the whole time because I “needed” to cut myself, but I’m still clean coming out of it. Eight months now, and I’m still clean.

Last time I cut I was four months clean. I’m improving. I’m growing. I don’t know if I’m healing, but I’m sure as hell getting stronger, so you don’t need to worry about me. I mean, yes, I need support. Especially this time of year, I need support. But even without it, I’m a survivor. So you take care of yourself. I mean, you’ve been doing that, but acknowledge what you’re doing. Don’t use me as an excuse to get yourself together.

Dear F,

Please don’t push people away, okay? You might be strong too, but most people benefit from support. Because I’m selfish, I want you to benefit from mine.

Dear F,

A friend once told me that saying someone else (we were talking about you) is too good for me, that they can do better, is problematic to say the least. You need to hear this. You need to realize that you deserve the best. That people who really care about you are capable of understanding that you’re going through something. That they’re going to love you anyway, which makes them willing to put up with bad days and jerk moves.

Dear F,

I get it. We’re grumpy when we’re in pain. When we’re depressed, we can be apathetic. Sometimes we do stupid, cruel things because we just don’t have the energy to care. Sometimes we also relapse, and this can be painful for everyone close to us, but I think that’s more of an issue for me than it is for you right now. Gosh, I hope so. Mostly, I hope that one day it isn’t an issue at all. For either one of us. Together or separate, I hope that we overcome.

Dear F,

I’m still kind of unhappy with the extent of my feelings for you. Because as obvious as it seems that I would wind up loving you, right now I don’t know what you’re thinking. I’m realize, though, that even if you find me cute, you’re not in love with me. That’s pretty depressing, even if it makes sense. See, you’re probably smarter than I am, not falling in love your first year at college. Good for you. I wish you would let me in, though. If we can’t be lovers, I still want to know you as a friend, and I still want to support you. That’s kind of the dangerous thing about how I love. I’ll show it any way I can.

Dear F,

I’m trying to do the right thing here. That is, not crowd you. It’s sort of working. Sometimes. Other times, all I want to do is talk to you. It kills me when you forget to text back. Are you having a merry Christmas? A relaxing winter break? 

Dear F, 

Merry Christmas. I hope you’re happy. I hope it’s snowing up north. I hope everything’s amazing. I hope you love life. I hope you come back to school and everything is better. I hope you fall in love with me one day.

Dear F,

Merry Christmas.