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lovely ; songs i listen to when i’m so full of love that i feel like i could burst.

1. cherry wine - hozier // 2. nothing - lewis watson // 3. you - keaton henson // 4. only love - ben howard // 5. holocene- bon iver // 6. slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer // 7. bones - ben howard // 8. work song - hozier // 9. sweetheart, what have you done to us? - keaton henson // 10. stay - lewis watson // 11. from afar - vance joy // 12. first day of my life - bright eyes // 13. we all die trying to get it right - vance joy // 14. latch (acoustic) - sam smith // 15. cough syrup - young the giant // 16. for emma - bon iver // 17. we found each other in the dark - city and colour // 18.  make it to me (stripped) - sam smith // 19. skinny love (cover) - ed sheeran // 20. let it go - james bay // 21. tenerife sea - ed sheeran // 22. your body is a wonderland - john mayer // 23. hold back the river - james bay

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Nickelodeon: Bring Back Danny Phantom
We, the undersigned, hereby announce our support for Nickelodeon to resume production of new episodes of its animated television series, Danny Phantom . This series, which originally aired from April 3, 2004, to August 24, 2007, continues to maintain a large, passionate fan base over 9 years after...

I just discovered this today!

Just sign it. Bring back Danny Phantom.

Like seriously where is she? I want to see her return.

the three amigos.

the brother-sister relationship that got my brother and me to actually TRY and get along.

how about him? The guy who gave me nightmares for a week?! (I was nine, shush)

This is actually 100%  realistic. You are either a full blown cheesehead or you just don’t care about the GB Packers at all. Vlad, is a classic cheesehead. A cheesehead with villainous hobbies, but a cheesehead.

The look of sheer determination to do good, despite the fact that he’s only a teenager.

Bring it BACK!!

But do it right.

NOT like this!

Rather like this…

(yes I’m aware that this is my own post)

Bring it back for the original fans (phans) of the show, those of us who grew up with it and want it to return from whence it came.

Perhaps a Season 4?

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As the devastating war in Syria enters its seventh year, War Child, the charity for children affected by conflict, has enlisted impassioned support from a host of famous faces who are raising awareness by standing with the charity to say ‘Enough is Enough’.

The video features appearances from War Child Global Ambassador, Carey Mulligan, BAFTA-winning actor, Jude Law, BRIT award-winning musicians, Marcus Mumford of Mumford and Sons and Sam Smith, mega-star Nicole Scherzinger, singer-songwriter James Bay and comedian Michael McIntyre.

FULL VIDEO:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GD6ad63sVM&feature=youtu.be


| Cute | Holoform!Bumblebee

“This better be good”

- the first words out of your mouth as you knocked on the door hard.

Sam answered almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting, eyes staring at you from under a mop of brown hair as his head popped out.

“Oh it is,” He verified, a smirk pulling up his lips. He leant against the doorframe. “Bee’s been nagging me to call you for ages.”

“Bee?” You rose an eyebrow, curiosity slightly pinched but the irritation at having to walk all the way over to Sam’s house still pricking you.

“Why didn’t he just come himself?” You muttered. Sam only supplied you with a slight shrug of his shoulders as you turned to walk to his garage.

“You better not get it on with my car, Y/N!” You heard him call. You slightly bristled, knowing he must’ve noticed the excitement you tried to hide at the fact that it was Bee who called you over.

“He’s not yours Sam!” You called back. “And get a haircut you dork! You look like a broom!”

You heard him yelp and looked back to see him run his hand into his slightly overgrown hair with a blanched face. Snickering to yourself, you entered the garage, letting his sounds trail off to silence.

The moment you entered, the bright yellow Camaro in the middle of the room instantly shook on it’s wheels.

You laughed as he transformed, quicker than you’d ever seen before, growing to his full height. He hunched slightly because of the short roof but his servos clicked rapidly, clearly excited.

“You look happy about something,” you teased, resting a hand on your hip.

Because I’m happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof!” The song flowed from his speakers which made you give a very unattractive snort. Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, going down on one knee so that you could see him better, and not have to look almost straight upwards to see his face.

You found yourself lost in the gaze of his impossibly blue optics for a moment, before shaking yourself out of it. “What did you want to show me?”

Bee blinked once, twice, slowly, then popped up again as if realizing that yes, he indeed wanted to show you something. His doorwings fluttered so childishly you almost cooed out loud.

He folded back down into his alt mode, the door opening smoothly without a creak.

“You want me to get inside?”

You – got it – sugar cakes,” came his voice in the distorted radio speech he used.

You rolled your eyes, sliding into the driver’s seat and buckling yourself in as a habit. Humming a tune under your breath, You tapped your fingers on the dashboard to the beat. Your other hand brushed a thumb over the AutoBot insignia in the middle of Bee’s wheel, your gaze growing soft.

“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we bud?” You exhaled lightly, remembering all the exciting - albeit terrifying and life threatening - adventures you’d gone through with the Cybertronian.

That we – have,” The words were also without his usual enthusiasm, thoughtful as if he were sharing the same sentiments you were feeling.

You rested your palm fully on the seat, feeling the warmth almost pulsing beneath your fingers, instead of cold leather. It reminded you yet again that Bee was a living being - a sentient, amazing being that you had had the opportunity to meet.

“What would I be without you?” You mused softly, not realizing you were thinking out loud and also failing to feel the seat belt tightening around you, as if hugging you close.

“But hey!” You broke yourself from your emotional state, putting your hands on the wheel, twisting and pretending to drive down a street.

You grinned, laughing as you gave it another spin and made car sounds. Bee went along with it, turning as if you were actually controlling him, the engine revving loudly and sending you into another fit of giggles.

“Sam would freak out if he saw me in his seat,” You snickered, imagining said control freak sputtering and demanding you to get out of his ‘special seat’.

“But you wouldn’t mind would you Bee? After all I’m your favourite.” You joked, nudging the wheel playfully.

“Oh I definitely don’t mind,” A voice next to you drawled.

You stiffened.

Your eyes slid over, and to the right there was a guy, casually leaning on the dashboard with his cheek on his palm. He smirked as he captured your gaze.

You screamed.

Unbuckling your seatbelt roughly and ignoring the whine of opposition from Bee, you threw it off you. You nearly fell headfirst out the car as you leaned to open the door, forgetting it was already ajar. Eventually you made it out, slamming the door shut and backing away.

Your chest heaved as you panted for breath. “Who the hell are you??
Afterwards you instead turned to your best friend of two years. “Bee! Who the hell is that?? Did you know he was in there?”

I did,” Came the short and almost cheeky answer.

“You did?” You asked, calmed down slightly, assured in the fact that Bee would never let someone harmful stay with you in the car but still on edge. “How long has he been in there?”

“Since the start of the conversation”

You turned around so fast you could have gotten whiplash. The same guy was now right behind you even though you hadn’t even seen him leave the car.

“I wasn’t asking you,” you narrowed your eyes, stepping back, putting some space between you. “I was asking Bee” You didn’t even try to censor who you were talking to, seeing as if he had been there the whole time he would have already witnessed who Bee was.

“But I am-”

“Shush!” You said, irritatedly. “Bee, why aren’t you answering me?”

Beautiful – calm down – listen to me”

“I am listening to you!” You said, clearly not getting whatever was going on.

“No you’re not,” Mystery guy said again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m not talking to you” You felt as if you wanted to rip your hair out, your voice raising in pitch at your frustration.

“Y/N, calm down,” He stepped closer, resting a hand on your arm. You jerked back instantly.

“Don’t touch me!”

He hissed, and you saw that your nails had scratched three angry red lines in his skin. Your head cleared a bit and you couldn’t help the worry that flooded you.

“H-Hey wait, I’m sorry,” you stanmered. “Are you okay?”

He only chuckled raspily. “This is not how I expected this to go at all.”

At his calm output you found yourself levelling back to earth. “Who are you?” You frowned. “Why were you in…”

At the look in his eyes, realization suddenly dawned on you. “…in..Bee…”

“Bee?” You said incredulously.

“The one and only babe,” he grinned, winking the same impossible eyes, such a deep and baby blue it was like you could swim in them.

“But, you, how, what?”

He chuckled, lifting an arm to scratch at his head, an arm where there were no scratches that had just been there, as if healed already.

“Ratchet invented these holoforms for us to be able to blend in with humans better,” He said.

“Ratchet what??”

After a long explanation you stood in the same spot, blinking owlishly. Groaning, you leaned against the hood of the car. “I need to lie down.”

Bee laughed before coughing suddenly, dissolving into hacks that instantly worried you.

“Bee?” You said, still in slight disbelief but coming to terms with the fact that was standing right before you.

“I-I’m alright,” he rubbed his throat, and you suddenly noticed that he had been speaking hoarsely the entire time, but now it was like a rake was being dragged down his throat. “Talked too much.”

That’s right, his vocal processor was never properly fixed, You thought sadly.

“Will you be ok?” You asked.

I’ll be – fine,” The radio spoke from his alt.

“Just can’t talk for a while after this,” Bee spoke again.

You grew disoriented from his different forms speaking. “That’s so weird.”

You bit your lip absentmindedly, tracing your eyes over the male. Shaggy golden locks that curled right beneath his ears, sky sapphire eyes and a smooth jawline. Unsurprisingly, the rest of his body was adorned in black and yellow articles of clothing.

“Holoform…right? Holo like hologram?” You asked. “Does that mean…can I…?” You raised a hand tentatively.

“Go ahead,” He prompted, putting his palm up, hovering in front of yours. You ventured closer, swallowing before letting your hand slowly connect with his. Your eyebrows visibly lifted when the tips of your fingers brushed warm skin, instead of phasing right through him.

“Wow,” you breathed and dashed your caution to the wind as you pressed your hand fully to his. “It feels…You feel so-”

“Real?” He grinned toothily, interlocking his fingers with yours. “It’s not. But pretty awesome right?”
He stared at your interlocked hands. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

You ignored the way your stomach fluttered at those words, still in awe. “Wow Bee, just wow. I don’t know what to say.”

You’d been expecting something when you went over Sam’s house, but definitely not this!

“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips before leaping back with the grin still attached to his face. “Then don’t! Let me amaze you”

There was a small flash of light and then Bee was dressed differently, a leather jacket over a yellow ripped shirt that slightly showed his abdomen. There were boots with chains climbing up his legs and fingerless gloves on his hands. He leaned against his alt, sunglasses glinting.

Bee tilted the sunglasses down and peered over the top of them. “Impressed?”

You were silent for a few extra moments before you broke out into laughter once more.

Bee looked adorably confused. You just laughed harder.

“Oh Bee!” You wheezed. Something about the bad boy look on Bee had you in fits. He just looked so clueless, like a five year old kid dressed in ripped jeans and trying to look cool. “No matter how you try to look tough, you’re just too cute.”

Bee’s cheeks flamed and he lost his confident persona, sputtering. There’s the Bee you knew.

“But, but I,” He actually whined, crossing his arms. “Y/N!

You were too busy rolling on the floor to hear him, and Bee contemplated running you over underneath the tires.

“What? That’s a good thing!” You gasped, getting up and leaning on his alt for help. “Isn’t it?”

“Cute?” He murmured angrily, storming over to you. His hands came to box you in and you had barely stopped your laughter when you noticed that he had trapped you on his hood.

You felt your heartbeat pick up as he leaned closer, and you could count every golden eyelash framing narrowed, intense blue. “Am I cute now?” His voice had dropped, and due to the fact that it had already been hoarse, the depth only made a shiver run up your back.

You controlled your breathing, steeling yourself before looking up as if thinking.

“Yes, yes you are,” You said before poking him directly underneath his ribcage. He froze, letting out a giggle.

A giggle.

You lost yourself to laughter again as he whined in the background, and the car revved angrily.

Y/N!”


[If Bee thought your reaction was bad, he definitely changed his mind when Sam let out a high pitched shriek when he came into the garage to check on you, throwing a chair at him.]


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My 11 year old brother and Supernatural

So my little brother (who is kind of like a more awkward Sam) wanted to watch Supernatural with me. He refused to for a long time (blame me and my love for Destiel) until i showed him some Edits and YouTube videos and shit. So he was really thrilled to watch it. And the first episode i watched with him was the season 4 finale, because it’s really well written and it was also the episode that first made me ship Dean and Cas. (We have now watched about 5 episodes and he loves the show)
And my brother strictly denied that Destiel was a thing, because i may be a bit irrational about these two.
But he watched the scene where Cas pushed Dean against the wall, and he looked at me so freaking confused and was like: “This is season 4?”
And i just replied with:“Yeah, why?”
So he looked at the screen again and said:“It’s season 12 now, and they are still just friends?”
And so my brother became a Destiel shipper in like 2 minutes because of one scene that does not even involve angst or a dramatic dialogue. Just the tension between the two.
Like, he has no damn idea…
Anyways, i really like to watch Supernatural with him, because he is so fascinated and scared, and he has these really cute and childish ideas and thoughts, so i thought about analyzing his reactions a bit. I plan to write something about his reactions on some episodes if anyone would be interested…

Today at the Library I found a Transformers Picture book on display. Apparently, the Decepticons and the Autobots are just one big dysfunctional family to hear this book tell it.

I’m not even kidding. This picture book literally starts with Skids and Mudflap trying to figure out how to tell Optimus that they weren’t watching the baby Sam as close as they should have and Optimus goes into full Hover-Dad mode. The following is a paraphrased transcript of this hilarious, probably-not-canon book.


Optimus: “Skids, Mudflap, weren’t you two supposed to be babysitting Sam (since I sent Bumblebee and Mikaela on a mission, because clearly they’re more responsible than him)? What are you two freaking out over? …..where’s the baby?”

Skids and Mudflap: “Okay, um. Don’t freak out.”

Optimus: “Already freaking out.”

Skids and Mudflap: “It’s not as bad as you think! Sam is working at a grocery store - college kid job, or whatever - but we think his coworker is a Decepticon spy.”

Optimus: “Well is there a giant robot in the grocery store?”

Skids and Mudflap: “Uh…no?”

Optimus: “Then it’s probably not a Deceptcion. Now go back to watching Sam!”

Skids and Mudflap: “But Boss! We thought that Alice creep was a human too! Remember how that turned out?”

Optimus: “…..don’t let Sam out of your sight.”

         MEANWHILE, IN A SECRET LAIR JUST FOR DECEPTICONS…..

Megatron: (cackling maniacally) “Let’s see! How can I ruin Optimus’s day today? Killing him usually works. Aw, but he’s busy all the time! How can I draw him out?”

(thinks for probably longer than he should)

Megatron: “Ah-HA! The Boy! Optimus will do anything to make sure he’s safe. Hmmm….except he normally doesn’t let him out of his sight… Hey you! Random Decepticon Who Was Never In The Movies!”

Random: “You rang, Lord Megatron?”

Megatron: “Yes. Go scan a human and go to that grocery store where the Witwicky kid works.”\

Random: “Wait, why?”

Megatron: “I just really need someone to keep the nephew occupied for like, five minutes so I can actually have a decent fight with my brother. Is that so much to ask?”

Random: “I mean, when you put it that way…” (goes into Pretender mode and spies on Sam Witwicky to keep him out of Megatron’s non-existent hair)

Megatron: “Ah, now I will send a fake text message from Sam - and never you mind how I can fake his cell-phone number. I certainly  haven’t been using this to prank-call his human parents. And I definitely wasn’t using it to order pizza and leave him to pay the bill. Nope, not me. - and Optimus will think the boy is at school in trouble of some sort. Of course, that’s not entirely a lie: I’ve seen his report card, it’s pretty bad.”

ROTATING AUTOBOT/DECEPTICON INSIGNIA AS WE CUT TO OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus: (bursts into gymnasium like the Kool-Aid Man, and sees Megatron) “You’re not Sam!”

Megatron: “Very perceptive, Optimus!” (there’s about a 60% chance that he’s not being sarcastic.)

(fight ensues, much punching, such destroy, very collateral damage)

Sam: (runs in, having ditched all three robot babysitters) “Hey Optimus, that text you got wasn’t from me!”

Optimus: “Yes, Sam. I think we’ve all figured that out at this point.”

Sam: “Uncle Megatron, stop being such a turdburglar! Leave Hover-Dad alone!”

Megatron: “Every time. Every stinking time. What’s an evil overlord got to do to pick a fight around here?!” (shakes fist and swears vengeance, then leaves)


And that is basically how the Transformers picture books go. Admittedly, it’s more amusing to me than the majority of the Bayverse movies’ scripts.

art of letting you go - a mix by zayns2k15; “you told me this is right where it begins but your lips hang heavy underneath me and i promised myself i wouldn’t let you complete me”

incomplete - james bay // art of letting you go - tori kelly // someone new - banks // is there somewhere - halsey // she’s not me (part 1 & 2) - zara larsson // stay with me - sam smith // my everything - ariana grande // photograph - ed sheeran // stitches (acoustic) - shawn mendes feat. hailee steinfeld // jealous - labrinth // just a little bit of your heart - ariana grande // almost said it - carly rae jepsen // should’ve been us - tori kelly 

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grimlock-king  asked:

Optimus prime as dad Prime to his humans said humans are Jack, Sam, and Sari

Jack (TFP): He sees so much of himself in Jack and he just wants to be there for him. He gives him a bunch of sage sounding advice that basically amounts to don’t make my mistakes and tries so hard to understand his jokes without success.

Sam (BAY): He’s the dorky dad who doesn’t know how to interact with his now much older child. He tries to get into what Sam is into with disastrous results and has trouble understanding that Sam is grown and doesn’t need him around so much.

Sari (TFA): He’s that dad with huge dark bags under his eyes and the hyperactive child on a leash who is just so done but knows his kid needs him. He tries to keep her and bee out of trouble and probably indulges her a bit too much because her pouty face is just so effective.

Lady Angel

A/N: i havent written in months, literally months so im sorry if this sucks. nobody asked for this so yikes. this is also six pages on google docs so pls like it bc i worked hard on it. also spot the kurt vonnegut quote :) im also very bad at titles my b.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 2,700 (exactly)(yikes)

“Dude, just ask her out already,” Sam said slapping Bucky on the shoulder, pulling him out of his dazed state.

“Ha yeah right,” Bucky grumbled as he turned to face Wilson.

“Listen man, I’ll punch you in face so you can visit her in the med bay,” Sam snickered.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Bucky said scoffing.

“Yeah, I would love it actually. A girl like that won’t stay single forever man,” Sam said and both his and Bucky’s eyes went back to observing you throw your head back with laughter with the other nurses who work in the med bay.

“Jesus, I know,” Bucky replied in frustration, running his metal hand through his hair. Sam was about to say something back but was interrupted when Steve walked by them and said, “we got a mission. Meet at the jet in 10. Suit up,” before swiftly walking away.

“Stop drooling,”  Sam commented as he turned his attention back to Bucky.

“Shut up,” Bucky snarled as he got up and started to head towards the locker room.

“Seriously man! Ask her out!” Sam shouted, chuckling as he saw Bucky flip him off before turning a corner.

It was a quiet day at the med bay. A few agents in training passed through with minor injuries sustained during combat training, nothing too bad. You were finishing a chart when the squeak of the intercom disrupted the silence.

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I Hurt Myself Today

A/N 1: Written for two of my loves: @inmysparetime0​‘s 300 Murder Challenge and @megansescape​ 300 Song prompt challenge. For Megan’s Challenge, my song was: Pink’s Please Don’t Leave Me and my quote was: Ding Dong The Bitch Is Dead. The lyrics are used more as inspiration for how this started and are quoted later in the story. I also used Johnny Cash’s Hurt, well, you’ll see why…

Word Count: 1750-ish

Warnings: Demon Dean being a dick; fighting; character death (this was for a murder challenge!) mild language.

A/N 2: If you have read any of my fics, you know I am the Duchess of Fluff, so this is way outside of my wheelhouse. I sought out my Angel of Angst, @chelsea072498​ for her guidance with this. This literally hurt my heart to write. Feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Summary: Demon Dean is back and he goes to the reader; she is the love of Dean’s life and human Dean knows he can’t live without her. She has kept him grounded and somewhere in the back of his twisted, demented mind, he knows he will need her to keep the Mark at bay when Sam does cure him. Demon Dean is sick and tired of her whining and begging him to stay.


Dean and Y/N had fought, always. But they loved each other without a doubt. Dean always knew it would come down to him trying to protect her and he would give his life to save her without a moment’s hesitation. He needed her. She needed him. They were like conjoined twins and one could not live without the other.

But damn was she as stubborn as he was. More often than not a fight ended up with her kicking him out of her room, telling him he was broken and a drunk. She didn’t believe it, but it was her defense mechanism too. Hurting the ones you love to protect them. She didn’t believe she deserved Dean’s love. Dean didn’t believe he deserved her either. They were really cut from the same cloth.  But she always forgave him, he always forgave her, always ended up in a tangled mess of sheets, each of them pleading with the other “Baby, please don’t leave me.” And they never did.

But things changed when Dean took on the Mark of Cain to defeat Abbadon. It took him to darker places than he had ever been before. The fire of rage that consumed him could only be extinguished by her. He knew this, she knew this. The fighting had stopped and even though things looked grim with this curse on his arm, she knew she would never fight with again, never leave him. But she knew that ‘never’ was a word that Hunters didn’t use.

And after the battle with Metatron, that is where she found herself, next to his lifeless, bloodstained corpse, lying in their bed, keeping her promise to him. Tears stained her pretty face as she held him close, running her hands through his hair.

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