say hello to my little friends

Little Friend

Summary: Dean wakes up with a killer hangover and very little memory of the night before. The reader fills him in. 

Word Count: 1,500ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of drunkenness and bad hangovers

Author’s Note: This was written for @death2thevirgin Cassie’s Classics Challenge. Congratulations on your followers! If you’re not following her, I definitely recommend it. My prompt was “Say "hello” to my little friend,“ and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

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Dean knows as soon as he wakes up that he is in trouble. His mouth tastes like something crawled in and died sometime in the last ten hours and there is a pounding in his head that makes him want to die. The room is pitch-black; lights off and the door closed. He fumbles for the bedside lamp and nearly dies when he successfully turns it on. Thank Chuck that whoever put him in bed had left a puke bucket by the bed. He hasn’t used it yet, but it is looking like a strong possibility before he notices the bottle of water and two painkillers beside the lamp.

He groans and makes his way into the kitchen. Sam is blenderizing something green that was clearly never meant to be eaten for breakfast. The noise echoes insides Dean’s head, ricochets against the inside of his skull, and settles as a throbbing between his eyes.

“Dude, what happened last night?” Dean asks.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Sam eyes him, eyebrows raised. He’s clearly not surprised.

Dean groans in response, letting his head fall to the table in defeat. “No. Did I get cursed again?”

Sam grimaces as he pulls the eggs and jam from the refrigerator. “No, just the usual hangover. But when Y/n wakes up, you might wish you had been cursed.”

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hello guys let me introducing myself; i go by sam or sammy ( sometimes satan but only cz my friends are mean. i’m not the problem, i say, while i continue to destroy their lives… ) i’m 20 and was majoring in graphic design before i ragequit ( this means u can bother me w html & theme questions ok look how many bonus points u get by befriending me *whispers* do it ~~ )

i’ve been roleplaying for like 6 years so i’ve done a little of everything, indie, rpg’s, 1x1, and all in between. but english is also not my mother tongue so please forgive me if there are any typos, sometimes i slip, I’M BRAZILIAN don’t judge. ( i say this but i also fuck it up w portuguese so whats my excuse then ) it mostly happens when im tired tho i swear… unfortunately i’m tired a lot. from doing nothing - my mom whispers in the background-

but ANYWAYS, to the muse shall we? so let me tell u about this precious baby girl right here,

( tw: abuse )

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any tips for an enfp girl who likes a infp boy? He is very poetic and spiritual, and i enjoy it a lot! Is there anything that i could do that would really trigger his heart?:)

Hello ENFP Friend,

I actually have an ENFP friend and she is very sweet, we get along quite well.
INFPs regardless of whether male or female are usually pretty deep people. He sounds no different. Best thing to do is literally just be interested in him. Does he like music? If it were me the best way to get me, though I am a girl is to listen. Pay attention to what I am saying. Try to keep up with my thoughts and if you don’t, ask so you are on the same page. Remember the little things. Share my interests and yet have your own to show that you are an individual with your own thoughts and feelings. Be interested in my writing and my what I call “deeper soul side” The things that make me tick like certain songs and art. Even though he may not want to share his writing with you, to know that you took an interest. And of course we are not ones that like small talk. I mean deep conversation can’t be forced, but small talk is an instant kill to our interest. It’s more draining than anything. We like deep pools and I personally stay away from people that I call “Shallow as a Kiddie Pool”.  
We are introverts and that is just how introverts are. We like our quiet time and get our recharge by being alone. One on one is something we prefer. We also love it when you have your own moral codes and principles. 

I hope that give you a little to work with. Like I said, I am a girl but I really don’t believe aside normal guy/girl differences/feelings that there will be that big of a contrast. Each INFP is pretty unique though and like being one of a kind :) 

Message me if you please.

-Best love <3

OKAY BUT I NEED LANCE TO SCREAM “SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!” JUST ONCE

Reasons why:

  • He’s Cuban, as was the character who said it in Scarface
  • His weapon is essentially a gun
  • He is Team Voltron’s resident Memelord
  • It’s fucking LANCE like HOW CAN HE NOT
  • PRODUCERS MAKE THIS HAPPEN NEXT SEASON

(BONUS POINTS IF HE SAYS IT WITH A CUBAN ACCENT)

It’s kind of her to have referenced me as an influence…ultimately, I bet we’re probably just two people cut from the same cloth. I’m influenced by her. I think one of her secret weapons is how unconventional she is. In my case, it’s probably something that holds me back. It makes me more left of center. But somehow, she brings the center to that. She’s a great writer, and a great musician, and has been a great friend to me. I get really angry when people pick on her. I know a lot of superstars — remember, I’m not one, but I know a lot of them. And she is the most normal superstar I’ve ever met in my life. I think that says everything you need to know about Taylor Swift. When people come up just a little bit after you and say you were important to them? It doesn’t matter if they’re a superstar, or it’s somebody who comes and says hello to you while you’re standing at the merch table and says, ‘Hey, I started playing guitar because of this song you wrote.’ It’s an incredibly fulfilling, yet humbling thing to hear.
—  Chris Carraba of Dashboard Confessional talking about Taylor
Imagine One Shot -- Just Some Casual Stalking.

Tom HiddlestonxReader

Summary: Tom tells the story of how you get on a talk show.


Graham leaned forward, “So, Thomas,”

Tom laughed immediately, “Oh dear, this is going to be a big one,” he turns to look at the audience, “he only calls me Thomas before the really big questions.”

Graham laughs and nods, “It’s true, very very true. Speaking of True, is it true that you stalked your fiance on set before you met? ”

Tom made a face, “It was just some casual stalking,” Graham and the audience start laughing,

“No, no, Let me explain myself, you see, as you all know (y / n) was the screenwriter of (Romantic Movie Title). We spent hours talking about the script, my character, emails, texts, phone calls. All of that. But never met in person. So, it’s the first week of shooting and I see this girl. This absolutely adorable girl talking to the director. I think, ‘Okay, go get introduced.’ I got grabbed by wardrobe because there was some last minute change and by the time I get back. She’s not there. We start the scene. I think that was when we filmed the wedding scene, and I look out and there she is again, this time over clearly whispering to someone from production, and forget my lines. Totally gone. ”

There is another round of laughter and Tom laughs as well, adjusting a little awkwardly in his seat.

“Yeah, so there I am, speechless,”

Graham laughs, “Was that a first?”

“It was new.” He joined in the laughter and continued. “I shake my head and apologize and get back to filming. When it was a break to change the setup, I just instantly start looking for her again, I need to know who this girl is. I was a man on a mission and I found out" he had a pause for effect, “nothing, she was gone. So I figure, okay she must be involved with the film somehow right? She was talking to some important people. She had to come back. So by this time I was texting (y / n) pretty often, sometimes about the movie and sometimes just to say hello, I call her to save time in texting, she picks up and I say, Oh my God (y / n), I think I fell in love with someone on set today. So, she starts grilling me, what did she look like, who is she? and I start describing this girl,“ anotjer pause "and I hear her laughing,in stereo, turn around and there she is… that adorable girl. So yeah, a little bit of stalking and I found my best friend.”

@foureyedsiopao
Reasons why Eskild and Noora are basically Isak’s parents:

- Calling him lazy and telling him his room is a mess.

- Disscusing him as if he isn’t even in the same room as them.

- Always in the Know. 

- Sizing up his boy friend “Can’t I come in and say hello?”.

- Looking delightedly at Isak after being charmed by Even. 

- “Are you just gonna spend the whole day in your room?”.

- Playful teasing “Cute little innocent godchild kitten”.

-  Isak going to them for serious advise.

Quiet Village- Gaston

Gaston x Reader, I’ve never written one of these so you’ll have to excuse me if it is terrible. 

Anyways, I’ve had this idea in my head, and since I know people are eating up imagines (myself included) I thought it wise to leave out my OC. 

I must give credit to @luuuuuke-evans idea, Gaston survives his fall- cushioned by a snow bank, but still badly injured. He leaves Villeneuve in seek of medical aid. 

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: None 

There will be a part two very soon. 

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Ok guys, I think I can finally wrap my brain around this enough to give a coherent recap. I’m a processor, so I had to live it in the moment, and now that I’m on the plane leaving the experience behind, hopefully I can make sense of it. I posted pictures in order of event. Sorry I can’t write in between each pic, but I’m on my iPhone and it won’t let me add pics as I go. Anyway, to get on with it…
I started my epic adventure with a 4 hour layover in San Francisco which isn’t as bad as it might seem, because I’ve been married for 25 years and have 4 kids and rarely get to be alone! Let the adventure begin. I roomed with the amazing @sileas84 who is 100% responsible for me attending this con. She employed shameless peer pressure and I crumpled like a card tower in the hands of a toddler. I have no regrets. We arrived at the con at 6:30 am and immediately met up with a group of awesome women (in picture two - this is @myguiltyolpleasure’s pic btw). We were determined to be up close. FIVE HOURS OF WAITING later, we sat on row 5 center and I was thrilled. I was really hoping for a good view. And boy did I get one! Sam twirled in that kilt and I didn’t even try to look, his knickers presented themselves to me! Simple black boxer-briefs - always a classy choice 😂. For most of the panel I could see right up his thigh just because of the way he was sitting in relation to where I was sitting. It’s not that I looked, it’s just that it was thigh porn and I totally looked. At one point we were directed to take a selfie, so we did. (Pic 3) If there’s one thing I can tell you about this particular con, it’s that it was all about obedience. I have never been yelled at by adult strangers so many times in one day since I was a pre-teen. If you stepped out of line, and I mean that literally and figuratively, you heard about it.
I won’t talk about the panel because all y'all have seen it. It was fun, they were adorable and I love them. The hour flew by and I could have sat there and listened to them for the rest of the day. Sam’s unintentional joke about reading about stuff on Tumblr cracked me up, mostly because he was mortified and blushed.
After the panel the autograph session filled up immediately, so we went to get lunch. Ladies, I got up at 4:30am. It was 12:30. I was starving, parched, desperate to pee - cons are not for the weaklings of the herd. That Diet Coke was on par with meeting Sam. I’m just sayin’. Lunch was a tiny little respite in a sea of hurry up and wait. Following our brief lunch we did our photo ops. You need to understand, those two photos took 4 hours. Compare the photo with only Sam vs the photo with both and look at Sam’s eyes. By the time we got to group photos, he was literally exhausted, yet he treated us exactly the same both times (as did Cait) - warm and welcoming, said hello, eye contact, a little squeeze of the hand on the shoulder (ded. I am ded) They were ultimately respectful of the fans and the time and money we put into this. Said thanks and goodbye as we left. I am so impressed with both their professionalism and their basic humanity. These are quality people. The solo photo op is where I had my hair/armpit incident. We walked up and Sam just throws his arms open to engulf you in his superior humanity. As he was putting his arm around me (did I REALLY just type that!) he caught my very long hair with his arm and I ended up being trapped right up against him with my head sort of forced to lay against his arm. I. Am. Not. Complaining. I’m stunned that I had the presence of mind to smile. All I could think of was that I was pressed up against Sam so tight that I could feel how soft the leather of his jacket was. I didn’t even notice that he had changed from kilt to jeans until later.
My first thought about Caitriona when she entered the panel stage is that no picture or video can ever prepare you for how tall and thin she really is. And how gorgeous and graceful she is. And how charming and funny and silly and well spoken and sincere and kind. Ok, I’ll stop. Just look up all the positive adjectives.
Next we went to the autograph line. I was there when the lights went out and Caitriona joked about that not being the way to get to Sam and also when he was jokey about being bored because he had no one at his station so he teased her about taking too long and went over to harass her at her table. They were funny and relaxed and enjoying themselves and it was great to see the spontaneous interaction. Every event was very rushed, but they again did their best to say hello, make eye contact, say a little something to you, and thank you for coming. I had them sign my original Outlander book that was given to me by a friend about twelve years ago, who said, “You might like this.” Famous last words. As you can see, it’s lived a good life. I’ve lent it out many times. I said at dinner last night that I was too nervous and hadn’t really say anything to Caitriona, until I literally went oh my gosh! I did say something to Cait. I had totally blocked it in my nervous state. She commented on how well loved my book was, and I said ‘yes, it’s been read many times by many people and it opens right to the wedding scene’ and then I proved it, by opening it right to that scene. So, yep. I did that. I blushed so hard my eyeballs turned red when I remembered that. Sam was equally adorable, but I just had 'do not say that to sam’ on repeat so then I didn’t really know what to say to him. He was so sweet. His handler was rushing him a little bit and he sort of looked at him and then apologized to me for being rushed along. He looked me right in the eyes. He winked at me and smiled. Ladies, the smolder is real. I was POSITIVE I was immune to the Sam effect and I am NOT. I literally went weak at the knees. My stomach churned. I started shaking. I giggled. I could not think. Well, I could. But the only thing I could think was 'Sam. Sam winked at me. Sam’s eyes are so blue. Sam is so beautiful. Sam. Sam winked at me.’ My brain sort of jammed.
After dinner a huge group (like 17) of us went to dinner. It was awesome. It was amazing. These ladies are incredible. Our fandom is incredible. Last night we went to a smaller dinner and stayed for hours. I can’t tell you how hard we laughed. It was so much fun. I seriously love this place for so much more than Tumblr. We are such a diverse group. Different cultures, different educational and socio-economic backgrounds, different personal and relationship statuses, and most importantly, different ages. We have so much to teach each other and so much to learn, and as a group, we are so generous with our time, talents, resources, emotional support and wisdom. I treasure this. I am so grateful I went. I loved meeting Sam and Caitriona. It was great fun. Meeting dear friends who will remain forever was life changing. I look forward to doing this again one day and meeting even more of you.
Sorry I bombarded you with a DG length post, but thanks for making it through. All I can finish with is if you didn’t leave with a Totes McGoat tote, then you didn’t con right!!

Confession Time
Confession Time

Contains: Lots of breathing, some kisses, light moans, and the most Yuri Plisetsky-esque love confession I could come up while half asleep and groggy from painkillers

Yuri had been thinking for a while, and he finally decided that it was time to tell Otabek how he truly felt. He thought he could be smooth about it, saying that he wanted to “upgrade” from best friends to lovers like how the older would always talk about upgrading parts to his motorcycle, but he forgets what he rehearsed over and over by the mere difficulty of the confession. Little did he know that the best friend in question had similar feelings. 

A/N: Hello! This is my first attempt at doing this kind of thing. I wanted this to play out a little different, but as it is currently 1 in the morning that I recorded and posted this, it would be hard to do loud moans and other *ahem* adultactivities *ahem* when my whole family is here and trying to sleep. This was mainly for testing various sounds such as kissing and most importantly, my accent. I noticed at times my accent almost sounded German, so I need to be careful with how I speak. If any of you can provide me tips on speaking with a Russian accent, please help! Because every video I’ve found hasn’t helped much. Anyways: I hope you guys liked this audio, and I would like to even take requests for future audios! Thank you for listening!

on the left is a victoria secret model, and on the right is me. there was a time, i would have put these pictures side by side, and used it as a “goal” to get to. i actually went into a victoria secret shop once, about a year ago, with my friend, and whilst she was trying something on in the changing room, and i was waiting, i was trying to hold back the tears, they just started running down my face, and i was desperately wiping them away before anyone saw. it was all too much in there, all them what i deemed as “perfect” girls plastered all over the walls, and my mind was racing with “why don’t i look like them” “why can’t i achieve that” “i’ll never be like them” and looking back, i feel so saddened that i ever felt like that. (my friend didn’t know, so it obviously wasn’t her fault that it happened, she was just shopping in there, bless her❤️) but now, today, i don’t envy those girls, NOT ONE LITTLE BIT. i’ve read up about their diets, and some days they have detoxing where they literally eat just vegetables, and like hours before the show they aren’t allowed liquid, like hello?? we need to drink?? it’s just crazy. it’s their choice and i completely understand that, but i’m just saying that there was a time i would have admired how strict they are with themselves, but today is so different. i want to enjoy food, i’ve rid my life of diets, i’ve found self love, and i want to eat cake and ice cream, when i want cake and ice cream, like chocolate?? who doesn’t love chocolate?? i just don’t envy their bodies or their lifestyles anymore, and that’s just a GLO UP for me. YOU DONT NEED TO LOOK LIKE THOSE GIRLS. YOU NEED TO LOOK LIKE YOU. YOU YOU YOU. whatever body shape, or size you are, that’s perfect, and that’s what makes you YOU.

not a Calvin Klein ad lol 😝😝😝

(hope this isn’t triggering💗)

{PART 10} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; As Jungkook watches you become more acquainted with cousin, he also manages to share some of his worries concerning you; with Taehyung being able to draw out Jungkook’s true heart of the whole situation.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1}// {Part 9} {Part 10} {Part 11}

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anonymous asked:

Jim and Bones meeting at speed dating

  • Jim’s an expert at speed dating. He does it regularly, known by the event organisers by name and phone number, probably. Jim’s usually there to meet casual fun, the occasional one- to two months worth of a relationship if the girl keeps him interested enough. It’s really not the girls’ fault he doesn’t usually stick around; Jim loves the thought of a relationship, but it also terrifies him. He knows he’ll find someone, eventually, but for now, he’s all about having a little fun.
  • Leonard actually sits down at the table next to him, and he’s a face Jim’s never seen before. “You done this speed dating thing before?” he asks, and Leonard shakes his head. “No, my friend signed me up for this shit. What do you even say to a dozen girls you only get two minutes to talk to?” He asks, and Jim laughs. “I’d start with hello,” he replies.
  • Jim scores a few numbers by the end of the night, and Leonard does, too. “See? Not that hard,” Jim says, “any one of them catch your eye?” “It’s a bit soon to tell, isn’t it?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “Speed dating is all about instant chemistry. No time to overthink things.” “Are you an expert on this?” Leonard asks, and Jim laughs, shrugging lightly. “Sort of.” “Not sure if that’s a good thing,” Leonard says with a small grin, “I’m going to watch a football match in O'Reilleys. D'you want to join?” Jim’s up instantly, grabbing his coat. “Hell yes.”
  • Jim scores another number that night, but it’s not romantic. He just thinks he found himself a new friend, which is cool. They text a lot, and Jim finds out Leonard is a doctor. That means he’s smart, too, and Jim learns that Leonard’s also pretty witty. Quite quickly, casually texting here and there turns to continuous, long conversations about everything and nothing, and Jim’s up way past midnight just staring at his screen waiting for a reply. They meet up occasionally to watch a game together, or they just eat a Taco Bell or whatever, and end up loudly discussing movies, politics, and other things. 
  • “Hey,” Jim says, smiling lightly when Leonard slides down at the chair in front of him. Their restaurant choice is a bit more fancy than usual, but Jim picked it purposely because Leonard’s been complaining Jim’s continuous fast food habit is unhealthy. Maybe, partially, also to impress Leonard with his actual decent restaurant finding skills, maybe he just wants to impress Leonard in general. “Is this place not too fancy for you?” Leonard asks, and Jim grins. “Shut the hell up and order the cheapest thing on the menu, please,” he jokes. Because really, Jim has money. He’s a pretty decent salesman. “Oh yeah? Maybe I want the lobster,” Leonard replies, and Jim smiles fondly. “Then we’ll get you the lobster.”
  • After dinner, a mere few hours have passed and Jim feels a bit on edge. Doesn’t know what it is, he just likes having Leonard around him. “I got a new car,” Jim says, “want to join me taking her for a spin?” “Where are we even going, then?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. “I dunno, does it matter?”
  • It’s a pretty good car. Pretty fast, pretty sleek. Leonard looks impressed, although only mildly so, and mostly jokes about Jim’s premature midlife crisis. Jim doesn’t even know where they’re going. They’re just talking, deep in conversation about everything between their favorite football teams, work, and the space colony going to Mars (“Doesn’t it sound fun?” Jim asks, and Leonard makes a face. “No! That sounds absolutely terrible!”).
  • Jim knows they’ve reached their destination once they hit the beach. The parking lot at the dunes is abandoned, the sun is nearly completely set, and the sky still has some bright pink and orange, but it’s fading. Sitting outside on the hood of the car is soothing, as are the quiet waves of the ocean. “I can’t figure you out,” Leonard says, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “What d'you mean?” he asks. “You act all cool, but you’re the most romantic person I’ve ever met. Besides myself. Just how are you single?” He asks, and Jim laughs. “Shut up, dude.” “Look where you brought me,” Leonard says, “if you brought your actual date here, you’d get laid in that dumb sports car of yours.” Jim would’ve thought about that further, maybe, but instead he turns to Leonard with a frown. “What do you mean, dumb car?!”
  • It’s well past midnight by the time Jim drops Leonard off at his house. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jim asks, and Leonard laughs. “What am I, your date? Want to go again?” “Obviously,” Jim replies, and he wants to give him a joking grin, but instead he must have looked rather fondly. “Really, you’d just drop off your date like that?” Leonard asks. “Hey, I don’t end a good date without a kiss,” Jim says, and Leonard glances in his direction. Jim catches him looking. Catches him leaning in, too, and Jim finds himself leaning in as well. Kissing Leonard is the weirdest sensation. It’s thrilling, the kind that sends shivers down his spine, and Jim just pulls Leonard in closer when the other even leans slightly away. “Jim,” Leonard breathes against his lips, and the way he speaks in such a hushed voice makes it even better. Jim wants to hear more of that breathless voice, his name called out in a quiet whisper. “Can we just continue this inside?” Leonard asks, and Jim raises his eyebrow. “Inside, really? You’re that into me, huh?” “Shut up,” Leonard laughs, “my neck hurts from being turned like this. There’s plenty of positions inside that are much more comfortable,” Leonard replies, and Jim glances at him for just a second, before nodding. “Yeah,” he says, his hand on Leonard’s thigh, “different positions work for me.”