13 year old me:
Should I cut my hair short? I don't want to look gay...
[Stands on a rooftop wearing a pride flag and a glitter bra with the Pride soundtrack playing behind me shouting through a megaphone] IN CASE SOMEONE MISSED IT I HAVE AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT -
“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”
Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.
He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.
Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.
Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.
character from a dream last night: how do i describe this. guy owns some land & builds it into an archeological dig site attraction for tourists? you can dig up artifacts & pan for gold and stuff. theres an area where you use pickaxes and theres gems in the rocks or something. when u find your treasure you hike up a big rocky hill to the prospector’s office where the guy sits behind the desk & he tells u the price of the thing you dug up and u can keep it if you pay him. the prospector’s office is full of cool old-timey stuff on shelves behind glass. when u leave the office theres this crappy lil local history museum with mannequins in costumes. theres a taco bell attached for some reason.
the twist: this guy is a major cocaine dealer. theres a hidden elevator in the prospector’s office that goes down into the real secret office where he does business. the employees dressed up like cowboys are actually his security team and those guns theyre carrying are real guns. the whole thing is a money laundering business. one of the security guards’ name is lawrence and the guy picks on him because “lawrence isnt a real name. its a good middle name but a shitty first name.” (??)
im trying to remember more details. hes very calm & very serious & much smarter than he lets on. this guy just has a passion for local history and also cocaine
Can we get a makeout scene with Rick where they get caught by Morty & it turns into this hilarious thing? With a flustered reader, cocky Rick, & embarrassed Morty? lol
I read this ask and immediately knew exactly what I was going to write! I love these types of scenarios! they’re always pretty great!
It was a pretty regular day, Rick was tinkering around in his garage and of course, you were hanging out with him as always. Even if he didn’t say too much you just loved being close to him. You often watched as he tinkered around and you’d chuckle softly to yourself when you’d hear him start cursing if a certain thing didn’t go his way the first time.
Today was no different. You propped yourself up against the laundry machine as you sipped on a glass of iced tea, you watched in amusement as Rick would go around the small area, rummaging through some of his old boxes on the shelves to find whatever it was he was looking for but stopped mid-stride and looked at you.
“You look bored.” He cocked an eyebrow at you.
You hadn’t realized that you had drifted off into your own little world, staring at the cement floor that you were standing on. You snapped out of your daze when you heard Rick’s voice and looked at him with a small smile.
“I am a little bit..” you mumbled lowly.
“Then why don’t you go back to your place? You know I’m not, I’m not h-holding you, prisoner, here.” Rick crossed his arms over his chest.
“I know that..it’s just..I want to spend time with you.. You’re always so busy.” You averted your gaze as a small blush crept up your face. It was still hard to show as some would say ‘cheesy’ affections towards Rick in fear of what he would say.
“Is that right?” You heard him say. You still made no attempt to look over at him.
You heard some shuffling and soon after you felt Rick’s hand on your face. You jumped a little from surprise and looked up at him as he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Well, I better entertain you then..” Your heart rate picked up at those words and you were finding it difficult to form words of your own. Although, not much could be said because he leaned in and kissed your lips softly.
You had to admit you were taken back by the sudden action, it wasn’t like Rick to initiate kissing. you weren’t about to ask him why though because you didn’t want it to stop. You let out a very small yelp when you felt him grip your legs just under your butt and lift you so you were now sitting on top of the laundry machine. Your arms slung over his shoulders before you tilted your head, trying to deepen the kiss.
You let out a small soft groan when you felt Rick slip his tongue into your mouth pushing it against your own. You felt his hands on your hips and he was pushing you back a little more onto the laundry machine. your leg instantly spread apart so that Rick would be more comfortable.
This was risky, very risky. Usually, when this sort of thing happened it happened in the comfort of your own home. Out of sight and there for out of mind of others but it happened so suddenly you really didn’t want it to stop at all. Your brain was slowly forgetting where exactly you were right now.
Rick moved to kiss down to your neck and that’s when you heard it. The loud horrified shriek coming from the other side of the garage. your body froze as you stared wide eyed. Rick forgot to close the garage door and there, standing in the opening was none other than Rick’s grandson Morty. you tried to shrink yourself behind Rick’s form to hide from the younger boy, your face flared up into a bright shade of pink.
“It’s called knocking.” Rick looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes before a very playful smirk adorned his features.
“K-K-Knocking!? K-Knocking!!? Are you freaking kidding me Rick!! The-The-The garage door is wide open for, for everyone to see you both!! Is, Is that our neighbor!? Jeez, Rick, this is messed up!!” Morty yelled horrified.
“W-Wait… We can explain..” You stuttered out as you pushed Rick off of you so that you could get off of the laundry machine.
“E-Explain what!? H-How-How-How Rick had his tongue jammed down y-y-your throat!?” Morty grimaced at the thought and shut his eyes.
“N-Nevermind! I don’t want to picture it! Gross!” Morty blindly started to bump into things as he tried to make his way to the back to get through the door.
“Better hurry up Morty- I wasn’t finished with her.” Rick grinned wickedly and you gave him a small smack to his shoulder.
“D-Don’t tell me, Rick! Jeez! Ugh.. I need bleach for my eyes!!” Morty finally felt his way to the door and twisted the knob open. “Y-You’re lucky I d-don’t tell mom!”
you covered your face with your hands in complete embarrassment. You wouldn’t be visiting the Smith/Sanchez house for quite awhile now.
When Robert and Maryse Lightwood tell their kids they’re moving from their bustling Brooklyn lifestyle to a small town by the sea due to their father’s job being relocated, they’re less than thrilled. Promising the kids a new adventure, they find themselves moving into a manor that could more accurately be described as a miniature castle. But the kids aren’t sure what has them more curious: the old house, or the residents living inside it.
Magnus Bane, the owner of the house, welcomes the Lightwoods into his home, and happens to catch their eldest son’s eye. Alec isn’t sure what’s drawing him to Magnus - other than the fact that he’s gorgeous and the two can’t seem to stop flirting - but Alec knows there’s something more. He swears he’s caught Magnus doing things that aren’t physically possible; making things appear and disappear with the wave of his hand, bright lights emanating from his palms. He hears Magnus speaking in languages behind closed doors he’s never heard, jumping from room to room almost if by magic. And Alec knows there has to be a logical explanation for the old books on the shelves that look like spell books, and the Pentagram on the floor, and the potions brewing away he accidentally stumbled upon, right?
Until Alec learns the truth: that Magnus is a warlock who’s been alive for centuries. But to Alec, it doesn’t matter; the attraction he feels for Magnus is stronger than any possible love potion in the world.
Meanwhile, Jace finds himself constantly bored, wanting more than anything to go back home and be away from this place. Until he meets Simon, a boy living down the hall, and finds himself falling for his nerdy charm and nervous stuttering. But Jace knows there’s more to Simon than meets the eye; like why he never eats around anyone, and always tries to hide his smile, and why there’s packs of blood with Simon’s name written on them stowed in the fridge down in the basement. Until Jace finds out the truth: Simon is a vampire who, by some miracle, can walk in daylight. And when Jace first sees Simon smile, it’s like a stake right to his own heart.
Isabelle finds herself drawn to the beautiful paintings hanging all over the manor, meeting the two responsible for them: Jocelyn and Clary Fray, two fiery redheads with a great gift for art. Along with Jocelyn’s detective husband, Luke, the three seem like any typical family. But Isabelle swears she can hear howling at night, and worse, finds strange creatures walking all over the house. She thinks she’s dreaming, until she finds a room that seems more like a cage in the basement, with claw marks all over the wall. And then Isabelle learns the truth: Luke is a werewolf, and Clary and Jocelyn can make their drawings come to life.
Promising to keep the secrets of the house, the Lightwood siblings find themselves thrown into the adventure their parents promised. What they never expected to find in the end, though, is love.
would you please write some more supercorp? whenever you want! thank you!
alex lets her get away with moping for only four days before she strides into kara’s apartment, a sense of purpose dressed in leather. she shuts the door behind her and, instead of responding to what feels like an appropriately indignant “hey that’s my door, remember!”, alex just snaps her fingers and points kara to the couch.
she places her helmet on the kitchen island, taking a moment to steady herself as kara decides—of her own volition, not because alex is scary at all—to take a seat on her couch.