one hell of a roofing job!

Mission - Crowley x Reader

“We need you to get information from Crowley,” Dean said over the phone.

“I thought you said you never wanted to see me again. Plus, I’m already working another job. I’m not going to drop everything to help you, Dean.” You said through your earpiece while lining up your shot with your sniper rifle on the roof of the building across from your target.

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- fav fics challenge : Bagginshield || Modern!AU ; Haunted houses

If there were water by @stick-around-town (Stickman)

Bilbo Baggins might be in over his head. He’s purchased an old stone house atop a hill overlooking a city he doesn’t know, and plans to live quietly, largely ignoring the rest of the world. But it’s early April, the rainy season, and the roof leaks, and there’s something strange about Bywater House that he can’t quite figure out.

Thorin Oakenshield is in his fourth month of trying to reconcile his own grief with his failures at anything remotely resembling a competent single parent, living out of a shoebox flat with Fíli (seven, sullen, and stubborn as hell) and Kíli (five, resilient but cracking), working crap jobs and hating everything including himself.

Under the cover of rainy afternoons and sleepless nights, roof repairs and building restoration, Bilbo and Thorin try to figure out how one navigates isolation, and how one breaks out of it. Every step they manage to take forward finds them dragged back again; every question asked has too many answers, or too few. This is a story about living in a world where everyone is on their own, always, and how things go on.

Doing cheer with ADD is like:

“Okay, girl, pay attention, the music’s about to start.”
“No, keep paying attention.”
“It’s show n go, basket, okay?”
“I can’t really see anything in this handstand part.”
“Shut up, just go with the bounces.”
“Stop looking at the roof!”
“What are you thinking about?”
“What was that sound?“
“Europa is such a pretty moon.”
“There’s lots of hair on the mats.”
“Time for jumps. One, two, on the floor.”
“You’re over here now. Toe-touch, pike, toe-touch.”
“You forgot to bend over.”
“What the hell comes next?”
“They should vacuum the mats. Who’s job is that? They could get one of those carpet sweepers.”
“My second base has really long hair. I don’t want to hurt her if it gets caught in my fingers.”
“Just load in already!”
“What’s she doing with my foot?”
“Hey, I can see the giant silvery ventilation wormies really good from up here!”
“I don’t care if you’re on time with the dance, just be in front of her before 3 or she’ll elbow you in the teeth again.”
“Stop spacing out.”
“You know I don’t like smiling.”
“Shhh! I don’t want to hear that now. Just do it.”
“In that part of your book, you have to writ-”
“NO! Listen to the coach.”
“Those wormies look like they’re crawling out of a cave. Hello, wormies!”
“You’ve forgotten this again, haven’t you?”
“I don’t think I ever knew it”
“I think you can stand up now.”


The staple of the Black community has been the Black church since accepted via slavery. Week in and week out Black folk have poured themselves into a system of belief that has done nothing for them since it was forced upon them via slavery. Mental brainwashing has you programmed to actually believe this jesus/god has answered your prayers to help you get that dream job but not one prayer was ever answered prayed by your Ancestors to stop the hell of slavery in which they lived. Even now the executions of the many Black Men, Women and children at the hands of the police today…


Mental brainwashing by a religious system of belief in a jesus/god has you really believing that’s gods plan was for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. to be assassinated on that balcony. Or for Sandra Bland to be murdered in a jail cell, Dylan Roof to execute those 9 in the church in S.C., even more that gods plan was for the many little innocent girls to be raped by an adult. Yes your god does work in mysterious ways.


The Black community has been plagued by the Black Church since the days of slavery as a tool for white supremacy to continue to mentally shackle and enslave Black people. Since the days of slavery the Black church has continously sold a dream that no one awake has ever received. The Black church each Sunday, Wednesday and some Fridays serve to take energy, effort and capital from the Black community for its own selfish gain. How can your all powerful god depend on financial contributions to operate..?


The Black Church has financially drained the Black community since slavery and never offered a dime/penny to help the community in which it is located. The Black Church itself has the capital to build each ghetto into a better standard of living for its Black members. The Black church has the capital to buy land, create jobs, build homes, schools even fund college tuition and cover healthcare for the uninsured. But it doesn’t! Each week Black folk flood the church tithing money they don’t have to spare but don’t want to ‘rob god’…how can a man/woman of the flesh rob the almighty..?

Each week the church adds to its bank account, portfolio and investments while many of its members give their last. It’s time for the Black church to give back and build up the Black communities that serve, support and fund them. If not..,


Murdering Mr. Darcy (3/10)

Summary: Ryan is the most recent member of the Fake AH Crew, and he’s loving every second of his new job - except for the annoying British thief who, after a series of terrible first impressions, has become the bane of his existence.

Ryan hates Gavin, and he’s pretty sure Gavin hates him too - until one day, out of the blue, Gavin asks for his help planning a murder.

Part 1  Part 2  AO3

Ryan held himself very still, careful not to make a noise as he stood in the closet. It was uncomfortable; he had to crouch slightly due to the low roof, and there were hangers jabbing into his back, but he had hidden in worse positions before on far more dangerous jobs than this. That being said, he definitely didn’t want to be discovered.

It would be very difficult, after all, to explain to Gavin’s boyfriend what the hell he was doing in their bedroom.

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