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Imagine having to remind Dean who you are every five minutes when he is under the remembrance spell.... and eventually you have to wear a sticky note.

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“Ma’am I think you have the wrong room.” Dean asked as you sat at the table, typing away on the computer.

“No Dean, I am in the room we are sharing with your brother. You are sitting in the bed we are sharing.”

“And who are you?”

“I am the girl you claim to love every time you walk out the door.”

“Oh. So you and I…” he began to point between you both.

“Yeah baby.”

“Sweet.” He replied, yet several minutes later, “Ma’am I think you have the wrong room.”

“Dean, would it help if I wore a sticky note?” You replied, as he looked at you in wonder.

“How do you know my…”

“We have been dating for about five years now, we met at the roadhouse, I was Jo’s best friend. You and I started sleeping together the first night you were there. Jo was furious, and you and I just laughed. Soon it went from nightly flings when you and Sam rolled into town, to I tagged along. You told me you loved me first, I made you a pie, and you said, “[Y/F/N] [Y/L/N] I will Love you until the day you stop making me pie. I however was the first one to kiss you not during sex, it was raining and you gave me your jacket so that I won’t freeze. I kissed you as soon as we got in the Impala.”

“Oh… maybe a sticky note would help.” He replied as he started towards the sticky notes, scribbling something down. Then he walked over and pressed the note firmly to your chest.

“There, now I won’t forget.” He smiled, before leaning down and kissing your hair. Returning to his seat as you looked back to the screen.

“Hey Wife, what is this?” He asked, pointing to the unlabeled book.

“Well that is a book. Did you just call me Wife?”

“That is what your sticky note says.” He pointed as you looked down at the note and saw Dean’s chicken scratch, ‘Wife.’

A smile spread on your face as you looked back at him, “yeah, I guess it does.”

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

When Dean and Rowena descended down the stairs you were met with the no fixed joke. And then he looked at you, “hello Wife.”

“Hello Dean.”

“Did I….”

“Write Wife in my sticky note, post it to my chest and called me wife the whole time because you forgot I was your girlfriend every five minutes. Yea you did, but hey, now you have given me something I am never getting rid of.” You smiled

“Well the next irreplaceable thing I sound get you is a gold wedding ring.”Dean answered as he took your hand in his.

“Dean, I think I will stick with just the sticky note for now.” You smiled as you left, happy that you were always going to remember Dean’s amnesia.

okay so like as a Broke Bitch something i always loved about taylor was that you didnt need to spend a shitton of money to feel included in the fandom. you had the t party and then she started interacting with us online and inviting us to secret sessions and it was all so goddamn incredible and something no celebrity id heard of has ever done before but goddamn, the international fans really drew the short end of the stick here and i feel so bad for people who are upset that the world just seems to be against poor people and on top of that you got the taylor minions like ‘but she has done…. so much for us…. she sacrificed herself…. so that we could get the good shit but you couldnt…. dont be an ungrateful bitch’ like fuck off with that. sometimes its not your fuckin place to shoehorn yourself into those conversations

Pumpkin Picking with Ethan would include

ENJOY SOME SNAZZY FALL FESTIVITIES ON YOUR DASH.



• Taking tons of candid pictures with the pumpkins

• Fighting over which pumpkin to actually buy

• “Y/n, come on bigger is better!”

• “Ethan stop trying to compensate with the pumpkin, the smaller one is cuter.”

• Eventually deciding on the perfect one.

• Then Ethan dropping it accidentally on the way to weigh it, resulting in the both of you back to square one

• Finding a better pumpkin, but you carrying it to the checkout this time..

• “Hey babe, can we name the pumpkin?”

•”Ethan we’re going to carve it not raise it.”

• Naming the pumpkin Edwin Jr

•  Bringing the pumpkin to his car, and buckling it into the back seat

• Snapchatting Ethan being creepily clingy to the pumpkin

• Like, you finding him cuddling the pumpkin after you arrived home

• The both of you being super hyped about carving Edwin Jr

• Having a pumpkin guts fight, as you carved it.

• Like the both of you being covered in seeds, and pumpkin innards 

• Drinking apple cider as yu carved the night away

• Ethan trying to draw a smile, but the smile resulting in an oddly shaped penis

•  You fixing it, and turning it into a thumbs up so the trick or treaters wouldn’t be scarred

• laughing at the intense concentration on Ethans face as he carved

•  Grayson knocking the pumpkin off of the table while Ethan took a bathroom break

• Resulting in your boyfriend nearly in tears after he finds the broken pumpkin

• Throwing Edwin Jr, a funeral

• Spending a great night, with your goof of a boyfriend

anonymous asked:

Friendly Advice: please don't listen to "Home" by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic and think about singer au! reddie doing a cover of it :)

‒ Richie?
‒ Eddie?
‒ Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?
‒ I sure do‒you came jumping out after me.
‒ Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, and you were bleeding all over the place, and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
‒ Yes, I do.
‒ Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.
‒ What didn’t you tell me?
‒ Well, while you were sitting in the back seat smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you ‘til just now!

I’m sobbing listen to the song and listen to this part and just cry because this is richie and eddie to a T

god-damn-it-miranda  asked:

113 ("Where did all these puppies come from?") with werewolf herc?

After spending a week with your family, you want more than anything to get home and into bed with Herc. You’ve missed him like crazy since you left, sleeping without him has been strange and cold and it just doesn’t feel right. 

Driving up the driveway, a smile comes over your face as your eyes look over the house again. You didn’t think you’d be this homesick, leaving for only a week but you really did miss being here. Home with Herc and all the kids coming in and out all time. 

As you park the car and grab your bags from the back seat you notice Alex and John making their way towards you. 

“Hey Mrs M!” John calls, smiling at you. 

You frown as they take your bags off you, they look like they’re up to something. 

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Y/N, outside school?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh yeah! Right, right Y/N,” he says, his grin getting bigger. “Well uh come inside!” he says and the boys lead you towards your front door. 

“Since when do I need permission to come into my own house?” you mutter, but follow along after the boys anyway. 

When you see the scene in your living room, you can understand why the boys were acting so strange. 

There are at least half a dozen puppies running around the living room, and Herc is sitting on the couch, seemingly trying to control them.

“Where did all these puppies come from?” you ask, watching as one of the tiny little balls of fluff comes running over to you, and you gently scoop it up into your arms. 

“Babe! Hey, well uh, I kind of found them? And I couldn’t leave them by themselves so I brought them all home and I’ve been trying to find a home for them,” he explains. 

You raise your eyebrow at him before looking down at the cute little puppy in your arms, of course he couldn’t leave them behind they’re adorable and defenseless. 

“You know this isn’t what I thought I would come home to,” you say, kissing the puppies head. “But I’m okay with it.”

anonymous asked:

Hi!! (I love your writing so much!!!) and for the song thing could you do a oneshot for eight days a week by the Beatles?

(thank you so much! And I love that song so much!)

~Richie couldn’t keep his leg from bouncing under his desk, he would swear on the fact that they’d been in here way longer than just twenty minutes. And Everytime he looked at the clock, it was the same time. He huffed and slouched back in his seat. Eddie turned back to glare at him, he only waved in return.

Eddie sat in the row next to him but a seat in front of him. There had been plenty of times where Mr. Louis had threatened to move one of them over. Richie was a champion ™ at getting them in trouble. And he intended to keep his streak up.

Mr. Louis was pacing the length of the classroom and droning on about something. Richie pulled his pencil between his fingers and started tapping it quietly against the side of the desk.

He could already tell that he was getting under Eddie’s skin. The boy was doing his best not to turn around and give Richie the satisfaction of his attention.

Richie smirked and tried to pretend he had some rhythm. He tapped again. “Ooh, I need your love, babe….”

Eddie shifted in his seat and Richie giggled to himself. Eddie was a sucker for cheesy songs. It was the kids weakness. “Guess you know it’s true…” Heclicked his tongue and tried to keep in tune. Eddie finally whipped around and flipped him the bird.

“Hope you need my love, babe. Just like I need you…”

Richie geared up for his favorite part, sticking his tongue out at Eddie. “Hold me,(Tap, Tap) love me, (Tap, Tap) hold me,(Tap Tap) love me. Ain’t got nothing but love, babe…Eight days a week.”

Richie then launched into a drum solo that was most definitely not in the song. He slapped his pencils annoyingly.

Mr. Louis glared at the kid with what most teachers did. Slight amusement, distaste and annoyance. “Tozier, move up to the front please.” He said flatly, eyes peeping over his glasses.

Eddie frowned and rolled his eyes as Richie took his books with him to sit in the front row, laughing the whole way.

While, it must’ve been a tragedy to Eddie that he was moved, Richie was still a little smug. He turned back just in time to catch Eddie started to softly tap out the songs beat with his own colored pens.


(Send me the 60s-80s lyric or song of your choosing, whether you want a Hc list or oneshot , Reddie or Stenbrough, and I’ll do it!)

Take On Me (Or, ‘The Reason Why Gabriel Never Got Bailed Out of Jail’) by Ivy_Brooks

Summary: Heats were tiring at the best of times; let alone having two in a row.

Dean strolls into work not expecting to end the day getting fucked by a hot-ass alpha in the back seat of his car - which is exactly what happens, of course.

Comments: 10/10. It’s a PWP, but it’s glorious. Dean uses alpha semen to get through his heats, and he is hooked on the cum from one specific alpha. One day, that alpha shows up at his work.

All of the stars // A Reddie fic

Part 2/?

Part one here

Warnings: Again, mentions of suicide and swearing. 


Eddie threw his head back in laughter making Richie’s smile grow. They’d been driving for about twenty minutes, listening to music and singing. Richie was now making bad parodies on different people, making Eddie’s stomach hurt with happiness and Richie had never been happier than right now. He reached over and turned the volume of the music down a bit and then glanced over at Eddie. Eddie was scrunched up in the seat, head thrown back against the seat, cheeks pink, eyes shut and lips curled up into a huge grin. His hair was all messy and Richie had never seen anything more breathtaking. He wanted to take a picture of Eddie like this. He wanted to look at him forever. And he hoped he would be able to. That somehow he would end up in a place where he could drive around with Eddie all day making him laugh like this.
Eddie wanted the same thing. He wanted for this to never end and the thought of more car rides like this with Richie made his heart happy. Of course he didn’t know that tonight would be the last time Richie would ever make him laugh like this.

Eddie’s laughter died down and he caught his breath. He then turned his body a bit to look at Richie properly.
“So. Are you gonna tell me where we are going or are we just going to drive around like this the whole night?”, Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow. He wouldn’t mind the latter option. He would be the world’s happiest no matter what they did as long as they were together. Richie just shook his head and smiled softly.
“Patience Eds. We’re almost there”. Eddie rolled his eyes but the smile was still planted on his lips.
They drove for five more minutes and Richie then stopped the car in front of an arcade.

It seemed to Eddie as if they were parked in the middle of nowhere trees surrounding them so he looked at Richie, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Richie just smiled and opened his door gesturing for Eddie to do the same, so he did. Richie walked over to him and grabbed his hand. Eddie was still confused but he knew that Richie probably had a plan.
And Richie did. There was a little lake if they walked for a bit so he leaded the way, holding Eddie’s hand.
“Are you leading me into the wilderness to kill me Tozier?”, Eddie joked and Richie winked at him.
“Oh no. You figured me out. Damn it. Now I’ll have to show you this beautiful lake instead”, Richie sighed and gestured towards the little lake in front of them. Eddie looked in the direction and felt his stomach flip.
It was beautiful. The sunset throwing pink and orange shades across the sky. When Richie saw Eddie’s reaction he smiled proudly and put his arm around his smaller boyfriend, pulling him into his side.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”. Eddie couldn’t do anything but nod. He then pecked Richie’s cheek softly.
“It’s amazing Rich”. Richie nodded and then lead Eddie down to the grass and sat down, padding the grass beside him. Eddie sat down, instantly feeling Richie’s arm around his shoulders. Eddie felt like the happiest boy in the world. The happiness wouldn’t last though. In less than 24 hours Eddie would be heartbroken. And Richie knew it. Making it harder for him to enjoy the time with his boyfriend. The thought of Eddie hurting was unbearable but Richie himself couldn’t stand to hurt anymore either. And maybe Eddie would get over it pretty fast. A part of Richie hoped he would. But another part of Richie, the selfish one, hoped he wouldn’t. The selfish, awful part of Richie wanted Eddie to hurt for a long time. He wanted for his death to affect Eddie, because the thought of Eddie getting over it almost before it ever happened scared the shit out of Richie. Because what if he meant so little to the person who meant so much to him? He couldn’t stand the thought. He shook it off and took a deep breath before looking down at the literal angel by his side. They sat in silence watching the sunset until Richie suddenly stood up, making Eddie give him a confused look. When Richie started taking off his jacket and t-shirt Eddie blushed and tried to figure out what to do with himself.
“What are you doing?”, he asked, making Richie laugh.
“I’m going in the lake and there’s no way I’m ruining my clothes”, he said and winked at Eddie. In reality it really didn’t matter because he was never going to wear them again. But he wanted Eddie to be able to have them. He thought he’d might like that.
Eddie shook his head but stood up as well.
“You’re insane Richie”, he giggled and Richie pulled him into his arms and kissed his cheek.
“I know. Now are you coming in with me?”, he asked while pulling off his pants so that he was now in his underwear.
“As long as you keep those on”, Eddie chuckled and started taking off his clothes as well, folding them neatly. Richie looked at him, adoration in his eyes. Eddie could literally be vacuuming the floor and Richie would be near drooling. Everything Eddie did made Riche go heart eyes and getting undressed was definitely not an exception. Eddie caught Richie staring at him and felt the heart rise in his cheeks.
“Stop looking at me like that”, he mumbled and Richie just grinned.
“Why?”.
“Because it’s fucking weird you asshole”.
“I love you Eddie. I fucking love you more than anything, fuck”. Richie had said the three words before, many times. But the only time it had ever sounded so heartfelt and delicate was the first time. And then now. The emotion in Richie’s was made Eddie stop for a bit. It almost sounded like Richie was about to cry.
Richie was.
He turned his head to look at Richie and the smile on his face made Richie feel like he could break any second. He meant it when he said he loved Eddie. He loved Eddie more than anything. There was no way Richie would ever be able to do anything if it wasn’t for Eddie. Richie would have been death a long time ago if it wasn’t for Eddie. And it wasn’t that Eddie wasn’t still Richie’s rock. The problem was that all of the struggles weighing down on Richie had gotten too heavy. Eddie was no longer enough.

“I love you too Richie”, Eddie answered, still blushing. Richie then ran and jumped into the lake, making Eddie laugh. He followed quickly and jumped in after him, the cold water surrounding him. When his head was once again above water his eyes caught Richie.

And for what felt like hours they just goofed around in the water, splashing each other and having fun.
They were now laying on the top of Richie’s car, the late summer heat drying their bodies as they listened to toto and gazed at stars. To Eddie this was the best night he’d had in a long time and he thought that Richie looked a lot happier as well. It wasn’t a secret to Eddie that Richie had been feeling down lately. Everybody could see it. But he seemed so happy now. So carefree and Eddie hoped that it had just been a bad period for Richie.
Richie thought that this was the perfect way to spend his last night. With Eddie, seeing that perfect smile of his, hoping it’d never dissapear. At least not for long.

“I wish we could do this more often”. Eddie’s voice was low and soft making Richie’s heart ache.
“Yeah. Me too”, he mumbled looking over at his boyfriend beside him. He felt so bad because they would never do this again. And suddenly he hated himself for not doing this with Eddie more often. There were so many thing Richie wanted to do with Eddie. He wanted to take Eddie on cute dates like this. He wanted to take Eddie to prom. He wanted to look at small apartments and go furniture shopping with Eddie. Hell, he wanted to see Eddie walk down the aisle. But that was never going to happen. And he prayed he’d get to see Eddie do all of those things anyway. Even if it was with another person. He just wanted Eddie to be happy and smiling.

Richie drove Eddie home around 1 am. Both had swollen lips and red cheeks as he parked the car in front of Eddie’s house. Eddie looked at the tall boy and a smile formed on his face.
“Thank you so much for the best night ever Richie. Next time I’ll plan the date”, he said making Richie want to cry for the hundredth time that night. He smiled though but just nodded. He then leaned over at kissed Eddie softly, putting every emotion into the kiss. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against Eddie’s and kept his eyes shut. He sat there for a while enjoying the comfort of being with Eddie and then opened his eyes again.
“See you tomorrow Rich. I’ll be off work at 3pm”, Eddie said and Richie smiled, hoping Eddie wouldn’t see the sadness behind. This was the hardest goodbye Richie had ever had to say. Because it was for good. It wasn’t just a “see you” as usual. It was a goodbye.
“Goodbye Eds. I love you. Always remember that, please”. Eddie looked confused for a second but then nodded slowly.
“I love you too Richie. I won’t forget. I promise”, he said and opened the car door and got out. Richie watched him walk into the house and as soon as the door closed he broke. He drove away from there tears streaming down his face. When he got home he went up to his room and locked the door. Then he took of his jacket and put it beside the box on his table.

Everything hurt. The thought of saying goodbye to Eddie, the thought of leaving all of the losers behind. But the relief of never having to deal with his demons again overshadowed all of that. He’d never have to stare at himself in the mirror, sobbing, as he wondered what he did wrong. He’d never have to lie about the bruises on his face. He’d never have to pretend to be alright when in reality he was falling apart. He was done. And it felt so good.

Eddie had felt like this was the start of something. The start of relationship with a happy Richie. He wasn’t even able to sleep thinking about the perfect night he’d had. But soon he’d know why the voice in the back of his head kept telling him that something was wrong. He’d know why the starts seemed to turn off as he starred out of his window that night. He’d know why the world seemed to lose it’s colors. He’d know. But for now, he fell asleep with a lovesick smile on his face, clueless to the boy hanging from the ceiling at the Tozier house. 


Hii. So this was part two of all of the stars. This chapter was really hard for me to write, so if it’s not amazing that’s why. It might seem like the story would end here, but no. Because the heartbreak has just begun. 

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ly--canthrope  asked:

Heya! I don't know if I have already sent you an ask regarding this? I may have already so sorry! But, I'm currently teaching(well trying) to teach myself Italian using Duolingo but in typical langblr fashion - I want to learn another language such as Spanish. Should I finish Italian first? I have only really just started (only up to Possessions). And do you have any tips to study? What apps/books to use etc? Thank you!

Hi! 

No worries this is the first ask I’ve gotten about this, but you raise a really good question!

I’m not sure if I’m necessarily the best person to be asking this question, mainly because I’ve been really slacking when it comes to studying Italian, especially since this semester has been pretty rough for me and my schedule/plans have changed a lot so my Italian has taken the back-seat in all of this. But at the same time, if you are asking for what I think, I would say go for both! 

I can’t really think of a reason why you shouldn’t be able to do both if you want to? I think the main thing about language learning is that it should be an enjoyable experience and you should be excited to learn your target langauge! I don’t think it would do you any good to feel like you absolutely have to “finish” Italian first before moving on to Spanish, because (1) I don’t think it’s really possible to “finish” a language and (2) you’re probably going to start resenting learning Italian. 

I would say give both a try! I know plenty of people who are learning more than one language at once and why not, life’s short you know! If you feel like it’s becoming too much to do two languages at once, which is completely understandable, then just focus on which one you seem to be enjoying at the moment. It’s totally fine to start and stop languages; I actually took French for five years before I started self-learning Italian, but I’m on an (indefinite?) break from learning French atm.

So tl;dr: Do whatever makes you happy! 

Resources / Tips

Now in terms of what I use to learn Italian (or what I should be using lmao because let’s be honest these past few weeks have not been that great for me), I tag all of the resources I find here. I also have vocab here, grammar here, phrases here, and masterposts here. Additionally, you can find studying/language learning tips here

There’s so many ways that you can learn a langauge! I really enjoy keeping a journal and writing down vocab, phrases, grammar, and practice problems in there, and I also really like using textbooks. Here’s an Italian textbook masterpost by @lovelybluepanda that I found really helpful! (my favorite textbook in the folder is Ciao!). But if you’re not so much into the traditional learning/textbook learning, then there are a bunch of other resources that you can find that will better suit you!

But I guess if I had the biggest language hack, it would translating songs from your target language into English. In fact, the main reason why I even wanted to learn Italian is because I fell in love with Italian music, and that’s been by far the best way I’ve picked up on some of my Italian. I also follow all of my favorite Italian artists on social media and that helps me translate some things as well! 

Ahh, sorry this post kind of got long lol, but hopefully it helped you out some! Let me know if you have any more questions 🙂

Meanwhile at a Burger King somewhere in the galaxy
  • Zarkon, slamming his fists on the counter: Give me the Black Lion!
  • Manager, dead inside: I'm sorry sir we're all out of black lion toys, please stop before we have to call the cops
  • Shiro, rolling by in a mini-van full of Black Lion toys, yelling out the window: You can't command the Burger King, you have to earn his trust!