seeing her with those beautiful shits at every age is just too much

Someone gave my mom an old photo album. I really wish they hadn’t…

by reddit user sleepyhollow_101

Every once in a while, something very interesting will come into my mom’s library.

We live in a small town, so people often go to the library for answers, knowing that my mother has an extensive background in researching things like history and genealogy. Those are the people we get most often, actually: people with questions about their own family history. Oftentimes they’ll come in with partial records and ask my mother to fill in the gaps. She’s always more than happy to do it. Not only is she good at it, but it also serves as an acceptable reprieve from the relative boredom of small-town life.

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cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.


“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”


[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]

I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

Headcanon/Scenario: Zen's past and why he's such a gentleman

Those who’ve played Zen’s route know about him running away from home, barely making ends meet, working multiple jobs, and him currently. But here’s something we never got details about: his experiences being in a gang.

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spit fire - chapter seventeen

but i will if i need to cause for real, girl, i need you

“A little. Not really.” He changes his answer quickly but then moves on. “What are you doing with Shawn?”

“What?” Once again, Noa is caught off guard.

“I saw you with him tonight. What the fuck is that about?”

Noa begins a slow pace down the hallway as she hears the words leave his mouth, anger flowing through her. “Where do you get off asking me about who I chose to spend my time with?”

Harry scoffs and gives a tiny chuckle. “Shawn is a dickhead.”

“You’re one to talk.” Noa copies his cocky tone, trying to hide just how mad he manages to make her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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Unrequited ( p.2 ) // Kol Mikaelson // requested

Original Request : can u do a onesided kolxreader where she has a crush on kol but he is with readers sister? Wheither kol n sister know of your feelings or not is up to you. Thanks.

Other Requests : My I please request a that you write? I really like the kol with the readers sister but I was wondering if you could do two versions after that like both would be part two but different situations like one where he loves her to and the other where everything just blows up?

Part two to unrequited please

^ These are just a couple of the requests for a part two so here it is!! I’m going to make two separate imagines with two different situations and here’s the first one!

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by effstonem-

Originally posted by ipusheveryoneaway

S/N : sister’s name

Here I am.. At yet another stupid party filled with even stupider people. I wonder if my sister ever gets tired of me tagging along with her everywhere, but then again she doesn’t really give me a choice. I found out about this party exactly an hour ago, not giving me much time to change clothes or put on makeup. I knew that S/N would make me stay with her until she found Kol and then I’d be able to sneak off.

Speaking of Kol, it feels as if he’s been avoiding me. I can’t really blame him, our last conversation must have been super weird for him. The room my sister and I were in smelled of alcohol and smoke. I knew some of the people here, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to talk to them. S/N has been trying to carry on a conversation with me but the music was so loud I couldn’t understand her.

And then I saw him. He just entered the room, S/N hasn’t noticed him yet. Through the smoke I saw his eyes trail over every face until they connected with mine. He quickly looked away but started walking in my direction. I realize, now more than ever, that I need to get over him before someone notices how my eyes linger on him perhaps a few seconds too long. How a small smile instantly finds its way to my face whenever he’s near. Or how quickly I look away when he kisses my sister.

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I’ve Never Been In Love Before (Owen Grady x Reader)

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

As requested by anon: could you please do one where reader is out in the park when I-Rex gets loose and is in the jungle with Zach and Gray & Owen’s going crazy & when he and Claire find them reader gets SUPER badly injured & Owen freaks the frick out because I need some protective/worried/loving angsty Owen in my life!

Owen vowed never to fall in love. He’d been hurt too many times in the past. Not by women, though, but rather by the loss of friends during his Navy days and his family that had shunned him for joining in the first place. He was ashamed, in a way. After all, he was supposed to be tough and strong, and yet, under that sarcastic, laid back exterior that he’d built up, he was lonely, scared, and empty. And even worse, he’d been brought down to the point that he was afraid of something he’d never even experienced before: a meaningful, romantic relationship. His raptors offered him some comfort. A distraction. A small presence to ever so slightly fill that gaping hole within him, but he refused to allow himself to love creatures that would happily tear him to shreds if given the opportunity. No. Love was not an option for him in any capacity of the word.

And then you came along.

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From The Start (Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader)

Chapter: 2/?

Summary: It was the note: you found it on the floor on your way to French class, nearly everything scribbled out with only a few legible sentences. “I’ve got to end this on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, not even you, stop me. I’m going into the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.” Though it was impossible to make out the name of the writer, you were sure you could save them. You had a month, after all. It was November 1st.

Word Count: 1535

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, drugs

A/N: i finally finished editing chapter 2!! this fic is actually going to be pretty long so i apologize in advance. tell me if you want to be tagged in future parts! love youuuu

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November 2nd

Twenty nine days.

Not much time, but enough.

You sat on the stairs behind the school, watching as the skies turned to a sad and dull grey and biting at your lip until it bled.

It was a dreary afternoon, one that you only saw out of courtesy. The incoming clouds showed signs of a coming rain, yet you sat outside regardless: you welcomed the rain, it would only serve to match your mood.There was a world, perhaps even many universes, in which you spent the day curled up in bed and could put the letter out of your mind. You would have given your heart and soul in exchange for the opportunity to live in one of those universes- or better yet, a universe in which you’d never come across that note, yet it seemed as though those were no longer yours to give.

Pippa gazed at you in a very Pippa-like way: head tilted slightly, lips parted with words left unspoken balanced on the tip of her tongue, eyebrows furrowed and eyes blown wide as she struggled to cover her worry.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, pointing to your lip.

“It’s fine.” You continued, despite Pippa’s warning.

Pippa continued to stare on at you, eyes brimming with worry. “(Y/N)-”

You stood up, cutting her off before she could continue. “I have to go to French.”

Pippa rolled her eyes. “Since when have you ever cared about going to French?”

You hesitated, daring to meet her gaze for a few fleeting moments. “Just…” You trailed off, averting your eyes. “I’m…”

“You know, whatever’s going on, you can tell me.”


Pippa drew out a sigh. “Fine. It’s fine.”

“Pippa, you know I love you, I’m just tired.”

“I said it’s fine.” She mustered up a smile, more out of politeness than anything else. She paused for a few moments before continuing: “Did you hear about that Daveed guy?”


Pippa nodded, an unreadable look crossing over her face. “He and some other guy- Chris something- they got busted for the weed they were selling.”

You frowned. “I didn’t know they were selling.”

“Yeah, well, you wouldn’t. I didn’t either. I suppose you’d only know if you were buying, wouldn’t you?”

“I guess.” You stuffed your hands into your pockets. “I’ve really got to go, Pip. I’m already late for French, and you’re late for…”

“Math,” she supplied, wrinkling her nose at the thought of it.

You offered up a sympathetic smile. “Well, good luck with that. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay,” Pippa responded, her voice a faint whisper lost forever across the breeze.

You didn’t go to French. You’d never intended to, it was simply a white lie to get away from Pippa. You loved her, yet you found yourself driven to exhaustion whenever you were faced with social interaction.

You retreated out from behind the school, but didn’t stray far. The clouds rolled in, bringing with them the looming threat of rain, but you relished the dreary weather. Weather would pass- everything would pass. Even suicide notes and lost hope.

A figure caught your eye from a few feet away, nearly swallowed up by the sky. Sitting on a bench a few feet away, head bowed, shoulders slumped, as though the life had been sucked away from them. As you drew closer, you could make out the finer details: dark hair strewn across pale cheeks, sunken eyes, a joint held between trembling fingers. Behind the messy hair, you could tell that it was a boy you were looking at, one who seemed to be around your age.

“You know, you shouldn’t be smoking that. Not at school.” Your voice had a surprisingly casual touch to it.

The boy snapped to attention, eyes frantically taking you in. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m not telling you to do anything.” You stuffed your hands into your pockets, your fingertips brushing gently against the note. “But you should really be careful- did you hear about Daveed and his friend?”

His eyes flashed with worry. “W-what about Daveed?” he stammered.

You gave a shrug, meeting his gaze. “Got busted for drugs or something. At least, that’s what I heard.”

“You heard wrong,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Daveed’s not dumb enough to get busted.”

“I’m just telling you what I’ve heard,” you responded, a slightly defensive edge in your voice. “And besides, if you’re dumb enough to do drugs, you’re dumb enough to get caught.”

“Daveed’s not dumb enough to get busted,” he repeated. It seemed as though he was trying to convince himself, rather than you.

You gave a shrug. “Sorry. That’s just what someone told me. And what about his friend? Chris?”

He laughed softly, yet his voice carried no weight, no emotion. “Chris Jackson… yeah, I could see him getting in trouble. He’s not stupid. He’s just nice. That’s why everything goes wrong for him.”

You stared at him. He stared at you.

And he smoked.

He seemed to lose himself up in the smoke- perhaps that was why he did it.

The boy seemed to glow gold- golden eyes, golden voice, a golden personality that shimmered even on the most dismal of days.

“Look,” the golden boy began. “I don’t care if you come down here, I don’t care if you think I shouldn’t smoke, but don’t give me a fucking lecture, okay? I know it’s bad, but I- I need it.”

His voice broke, something you hadn’t expected.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, only half expecting him to answer.

He shook his head, taking another drag off the joint. His hands trembled and he exhaled puffs of smoke into the chilly November air, yet he never took his eyes off you. “I’m not going to babble out my sorrows to some stranger.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you offered up, holding out your hand for him to shake. “There, now I’m not so much of a stranger anymore, am I?”

He studied you, eyes cutting deep into your soul. “I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

Tentatively, he reached out to shake your hand. His fingers brushed against yours and it felt like home: a crackling fireplace, burnt toast in the morning, the warm embrace of a loved one. And yet, even then, it felt short lived. A flickering flame that could be extinguished by even the smallest puff of wind.

He was the one to pull his hand away. “Well… it was nice to meet you.”

You continued to stare at him, a concerned expression drawing itself out across your face. “Seriously- what’s wrong?”

Lin let out a sigh, blowing smoke out across the schoolyard. “I’m just… I’ve not been at school in a while, and it’s… it’s a lot to deal with, to say the least.”

“Oh.” You reached out, but the smoke from the joint twisted its way between the two of you and you had to fight to touch his shoulder. “I mean… you can always talk to people. Your friends, parents…”

He spurred up a soft burst of laughter. “Yeah. Right. As if they give a fuck.”

You frowned. “Why wouldn’t they care? I mean… they’re your friends, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. Friends.” His voice sounded false. As if he couldn’t quite make himself believe it. “But, well… I wouldn’t exactly call them friends. I’ve got Anthony, but he’s all in love with his girlfriend and I’m just… whatever. And then there’s… well, I know you’ve heard about Daveed Diggs. Not exactly best friend material, is he?”

Your hand flew to your mouth. “Fuck- he’s your friend- I- oh my god, I didn’t- all that stuff I said about him getting busted-”

Lin waved you off. Finished off the joint. Raised his eyes up to meet yours. “It’s okay. I would say that too, if I didn’t know him.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed directly into Lin’s eyes. “I…”

He gave you a small smile, and you wished desperately for a world in which you were worthy of receiving it. “I should be going.”

He pushed himself to his feet, slung his bag over his shoulder. Flicked the end of the joint off into the wind. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”

“You…” You trailed off, lost forever in the golden boy’s gaze. “You too.”

The golden boy didn’t leave your mind all night. Your conversation replayed itself over and over in your mind, drawing out each and every word that had been spoken, and even more so those that hadn’t been.

And yet, even so, you knew it was futile. You were far too aware of the shit that golden boys could- and would- put you through. You knew golden boys- beautiful, mysterious, and tragically unobtainable. Lin-Manuel Miranda could have been the poster golden boy.

You had left all the golden boys behind, for there was nothing good to come out of chasing after them.

And yet, despite Lin being one such boy, you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest flicker of hope, fighting its way out from the back of your mind. Perhaps Lin wasn’t like other golden boys, for all of them are alike, until they are not.

“So Money”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky, an associate at the Law Offices of Fury, Hill, and Stark, must deal with an annoying Rumlow. It certainly doesn’t help that Rumlow thinks he can get any girl in the office, including a certain junior partner Bucky has a crush on.

A/N: "Suits” serves as this piece’s main inspiration, but the reader’s character is slightly based on the character of Sara Ellis from “White Collar.” USA Network did an ace job with both shows.

Much to the chagrin of many associates and interns, the senior partners promoted Brock Rumlow to junior partner. It’s been three days since his promotion, and Brock has been ridiculously insufferable.

“Suit? Armani. Shoes? Prada. Watch me walk, see what they do for my posture.” Rumlow then makes a point of strutting down the hallway in front of one of the secretaries.

“I’m considering submitting the Law Offices of Fury, Hill, and Stark as an eligible runway for next year’s New York Fashion Week,” Bucky sarcastically spits out.

Steve takes off his glasses with a chuckle. “Come on, man, let’s get lunch. I’ll treat,” he offers.

Bucky taps the file on his desk with his pen and shakes his head at the blonde. “Nah, I have a deposition to prep for.”

“Buck, come on, you’re going to smash that deposition,” Steve tosses his glasses onto his desk and spins in his chair. “Besides, if you stay in the office for lunch, you’ll be front row and center for the accessories portion of Rumlow’s fashion show.”

Bucky groans but follows as Steve strolls towards the elevator. Along the way, the blonde invites one of their other friends and an intern who’s taken a shine on him.

The group sits at courtyard, where Steve holds court with a story about his friend Nat from the DA’s office. He’s about to get to the story’s climax when the intern suddenly chokes on his juice. Peter points. “Misurp…Mmfm, Rum.. low… Mr. Rumlow!” he wheezes in between breaths.

Heads all turn to where the intern is pointing, and everyone seems to mumble and groan as the newly promoted junior partner swaggers their way. “Damn it, why?” Bucky mumbles.

“Damn it is right, why is he -” Steve switches his annoyed face into his wonderfully fake smile. “Hey, Brock. What’s up?”

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fluid motions i

Originally posted by grape-joon

characters: min yeri (oc), jeon jungkook, min suga (brother) and more!

pairing: college!jungkook x oc

genre: fluff, angst, mature themes (drugs, swearing, eventual smut)

chapter 1/2/?

word count: 4k

summary: starting afresh at Seoul National University, driving her passion for swimming forward, Yeri has attained the sturdy course of Sports Ed. as her four-year study.

During Yeri’s first week, it’s trouble at home but nervous glances and sweaty palms as she meets bio-engineering student Jeon Jungkook, who is currently living on campus. Jungkook was everything the perfect male college student was. Tall, lean, smart, not necessarily on the football team but he was something that Yeri almost yearned for.

The only problem was keeping this whole thing a secret from her asshole, drug-addict brother, Min Yoongi.

a/n: hi, angel here! this will be my first chaptered fic i’m posting here on tumblr so i hope you guys like it! it won’t be more than 10 parts (hopefully)! i’ll also be opening requests for small drabbles for a short time too so you guys get to be more familiar with my writing! enjoy :)

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Awake Part 11

Title: Awake

Summary: You had just graduated with a degree in English and thanks to some writing competitions you had gotten noticed and offered the job of a life time right out of school. This job was your dream job, you were going to be a writer for the tv show Supernatural, your favorite tv show. The whole cast and crew are very welcoming and kind and you find yourself making some of the best friendships, specifically with the green eyed actor that plays Dean.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, fluff

A/N: Thank ya’ll for being so patient, my anxiety has been bad and then school has been kicking my butt so writing has been hard but thank you guys so much for all the encouragement and kind words <3

You and Jensen had spent most of the day in bed not able to keep your hands to yourselves, only leaving the bed for snacks and bathroom breaks. You couldn’t believe that the two of your had said I love you and you couldn’t be happier, you felt like you were in heaven. Jensen pulled you closer to him and you rolled over to place a kiss on his cheek and check the clock.

“We should start getting ready we have to be at your parents place in a few hours” you mumbled as you placed kisses on his neck laying down on top of him.

“Mmm sweetheart I cant get anything done with you like that, lets just throw some clothes on last minute…” he grumbled his hands gripping your ass and he bite down lightly on your shoulder.

You moaned at this and he chuckled but you used all the restraint you had to pull yourself out of bed Jensen frowning at this.

“Baby we smell like sex I need to take a shower and I need time to cover up these marks” you joked pointing to the bruises he’d left up and down your neck and shoulders.

“Fine but I’m getting in with you”

He walked you into the bathroom turning the shower on making sure it was hot before leading you in. He pulled you to him hugging you from behind and letting the water run over the two of you. You leaned your head back against his chest and let yourself enjoy the water. Jensen pulled back a little bit and you turned to see what he was doing. He leaned down and kissed your forehead before motioning for you to turn around. He took the soap and began to work his way over your body. You shut your eyes and let him take care of you, you could’ve fallen asleep if you weren’t standing up.

“Ok sweetheart you’re all done” He pulled you to him again in a tight hug and placed kisses on your neck over the spots he’d left marks, “sorry about those, I’ll be more careful…” he mumbled tracing the bruises he’d also left on your hips and thighs, “I hadn’t realized I was being so rough…” you looked up at him and he was frowning.

You took your hands and placed them on his cheeks standing on your tip toes to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Jensen I like it rough, don’t ever apologize for it, I would tell you if you were hurting me…well if you were hurting me in a way I didn’t like” you smirked pulling a laugh from Jensen and he leaned down to kiss you.


Once you and Jensen were out of the shower you put on your make up and were able to successfully cover up the hickeys with some concealer. You decided to wear your favorite red and polka dot button up dress. You were checking your appearance in the mirror when you noticed Jensen watching you from the door way. You turned to face him and he smiled at you, he looked incredibly sexy he was wearing jeans that hugged him just right and a dark blue button down with the sleeves rolled up. When your eyes finally met his you blushed when you realized you’d been caught staring.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” he said grabbing your hips as he pulled you to him.

“You look incredible Jensen, I love it when you roll your sleeves like that…” you trailed off as you traced the veins and muscles in his forearms. He chuckled and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I can’t wait for you to meet them” you felt your stomach lurch, you knew you shouldn’t be so nervous but you couldn’t help it. Jensen must’ve noticed the way you tensed up because he leaned down to kiss you.

“They’ll love you baby” he said holding your face in his hands and you nodded giving him a small smile, “and then later when we get home I’ll love on you…” he said placing kisses on your face and you giggled.

“That was so cheesy” you giggled but it quickly turned to moans as his hands traveled down to your ass and he began sucking on your neck. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“You were saying sweetheart” he smirked. You tried to suppress your smile but couldn’t help it when he was looking at you like that. You blushed and looked down embarrassed by the effect he had on you. He kissed your forehead and grabbed you by the hand leading you to the car.


“Jensen!” you saw Mrs. Ackles walking down the steps of her house making her way towards her son and pulling him into a big hug.

“Hey mom missed you” he said kissing her head and hugging her back. She pulled back and made eye contact with you smiling, Jensen placed his hand on your back and pulled you forward, “Mom this is Y/N Y/L/N” You started to reach your hand out to shake her hand but were pulled into a hug instead.

“Its so wonderful to finally meet you every call from Jensen was filled with stories of you. You can call me Donna. Jensen’s dad is inside so let’s all head in” you smiled brightly at her loving her already as she lead you into the house.

“Dad!” Jensen said excitedly as an older man pulled him into a hug.

“Missed you, so glad you got some time off. Now where is this girl you can’t shut up about” you giggled with Donna from behind them and you could see Jensen’s face and ears turn red with embarrassment as he gestured back to you, “nice to meet you sweetheart I’m Alan” he said pulling you into a hug like Donna had.

“I’m Y/N, its nice to meet you too” you responded smiling.

“Dinner is almost ready, Alan come help me in the kitchen. You two can go take your seats” once his parents were out of sight he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you to him and kissing you.

“Told you they’d love you” you smiled at him and kissed him once more.

“How much have you talked about me, should I be nervous?” You giggled as he lead you to the table.

“ You’ve just been a big part of my life lately so you’re in all my stories I have to tell. I think they know you’re more than a friend to me though, but I haven’t actually told them we’re together yet, not that I don’t want to, we just hadn’t talked about telling family yet and I also was nervous about what they’d say about the age gap, it shouldn’t matter too much but I don’t know I guess I get nervous about people not approving and thinking I’m a creep or wondering what a beautiful young woman like you is doing with a thirty something grown man” you turned to him and kissed him and then wrapped your arms around him.

“Jensen you know I don’t care about the age gap, yeah I’m young but I’m still a grown woman and you’re really not that much older than me-“

“I’m almost 12 years older than you, what do you think your parents are going to say about that?” he said his face looking worried. You placed a hand on his cheek and made him look in your eyes.

“My parents will think what they think, but I bet they’ll just care if I’m happy, and I am. And your parents don’t seem to care either, but honestly who gives a shit if anyone does have a problem with it, no ones opinion but our own matter when it comes to this relationship” Jensen nodded and gave you a soft smile but you could tell your words hadn’t set in completely yet and that he was still nervous. Before you could say anything else his parents came back into the room with all of the food.


The rest of dinner was amazing, the four of you talking and laughing. Your stomach hurt from how much you were laughing. You were adoring all of the stories of Jensen as a kid, you didn’t think he could get any redder with embarrassment bit it was adorable. You absolutely loved his parents and you felt like they liked you too. When it came time to leave Jensen’s parents both hugged you and asked that you two come back in a few days for dinner again. You and Jensen got in the car and started to drive back towards his house. You turned your head to look at him, he always managed to take your breath away no matter how much time you spent with him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked noticing you staring. You blushed but didn’t say anything instead just reaching out to hold his hand that was relaxing in the middle. You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. He chuckled lightly but just leaned down and kissed your head continuing to drive home.


You dozed off for a few minutes before you felt Jensen placing kisses on your face and whispering “we’re home”. You smiled up at him and whispered back at him, “We’re home” it was just a statement and you knew how he meant it but you couldn’t help your heart from fluttering a bit when he spoke like it was both of your home. He smiled at you and kissed you then the two of you got out of the car and headed inside.

“You want to get into some pjs and then cuddle up and watch a movie” you asked wrapping your arms around him and looking up at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

Jensen rolled his eyes at you but a smile spread across his face, “you have a specific movie in mind don’t you?” you smiled and stood up to kiss his nose before making your way back into his room, “we can watch whatever you want sweetheart, but there is a request I have…”he smirked and you gave him a questioning look as you stepped out of your dress. He motioned for you to come over to his closet as he eyed you up and down, you wondered if there would ever come a day that you wouldn’t feel yourself blushing under his gaze. You walked over there and he opened a drawer and you raised an eyebrow at him wondering what he was doing. He pulled out a worn ACDC t-shirt. Your recognized it as a shirt that Dean had worn at some point.

“This was one of my favorite shirts from set and I kinda stole it, and I don’t know I guess I’ve always kinda had this fantasy about how hot you’d look in one of Dean’s shirts…” he mumbled out his hand reaching up to rub his neck. You giggled and smiled at him. You reached around to your back and undid your bra letting it fall to the ground and Jensen let his eyes trail over your body hungrily and you smirked at him reaching out to take the shirt. You pulled it over your body and spun around letting him see all of you in it. Jensen laughed at that and pulled you into a kiss, “alright baby now lets watch that movie”.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I hope you are doing well. I have a question for you because I loved reading your last Greek mythology answer. Please feel free not to answer though. Which of the gods from Percy Jackson do you think would claim Lena Luthor? What about Kara Danvers? I wonder if there's SuperCorp fic like this. Thank you for your time. I hope you have a great day/night. 😊💙 (Blue because you're a Ravenclaw).

HI! I’m doing great, thank you very much, hope you’re doing good as well.

There are a few Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology AU’s for supercorp, but I’m too lazy to look for them right now (sorry)

Now, I think there’s an obvious answer for Kara here. If you base on the books, Kara has the physical characteristics and abilities to be a daughter of Zeus. Like Jason she has blonde hair and blue eyes, she’s (supposedly) muscular and tanned (if you compared to the other white people on the cast that aren’t Italian) and, like Jason, she can fly and generate air currents (in her case with superbreath, but okay.
Also Jason has been compared to superman so that’s a great nod).

However, I personally think Kara could very well be a daughter of Apollo. Apollo also has blonde hair and blue eyes but also he is the God of the sun, and not only does Kara/Supergirl gets her powers from the sun but her Family’s name is El, which in Kryptonian means star/sun, so it’s fitting.

Apollo is the god of many things, and a few of them are: music, poetry, art, medicine, sun, light and knowledge. Apollo is the ideal of the kouros, which means he has a beardless, athletic and youthful appearance.
Kara is canonically very good in arts and music, she’s very smart, she likes games, she ages slower than humans, she’s athletic (cuz she’s a superhero), and she’s ridiculously good looking, and those are all traits of Apollo, and childern of Apollo.
Now while Apollo doesn’t have a beard Kara does, he’s from Daxam…

The rest of her powers could be associated with any regular well-trained demigod, the superhuman strength, agility. durability and reflexes. She’s also, in my personal opinion, very ADHD and that’s a demigod trait as well. 

For Lena, I think physically she’d be easily compared to Percy/Poseidon children, since she has ‘jet black’ hair and ‘sea green’ eyes, but honestly, I think that’s all. There are two a lot more plausible possibilities and I think they are the most common. 

They are:

A) Daughter of Athena
B) Daughter of Afrodite

I like both of those. 

Athena as I talked about before, is the goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, strategic warfare, mathematics, strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill. Those are all traits Lena seems to have a lot of affinity with so far in the show’s canon, except for arts unless you count her face.

Children of Athena are said to have immense expertise in war strategy, possess high intelligence and wisdom, be able to adapt to using various types of weapons quicker than normal, amongst other things. We see Lena being a chess prodigy, beating Lex, someone who was a lot older than her and had knowledge and training of the game, on the very first time she played at the age of four. That shows she has an innate ability for strategy. She was shown to know how to handle herself with a handgun and a taser so far, that shows she can use different types of weapons. And she’s the CEO of her family’s company at the age of 24. Now, of course it’s her lawful right to control the company, but it’s not just anyone who can just be a CEO, no matter who built and/or owns the company. If she wasn’t capable of doing so she would have appointed someone to work for her while she served as an advisor to steer the company to where she wanted (see Iron Fist, Dany can’t do shit, but he has the power to tell everyone what to do because he holds the majority of the shares). She also is shown several times being basically a genius, she built the alien detector, she build the black body generator, she neutralized the medusa virus… That shows high intelligence and wisdom.

Moving on

Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty, love, lust, desire, sexuality, and pleasure. And, well, Lena is simply hot as fuck. She is so beautiful I often cry just by looking at her, so it’s really fitting. Lena holds herself at most times, in a way that exudes lust and desire, she’s a very attractive woman and it’s clear that she knows that and knows how to use that for her own benefits. Every time she speaks with someone, unless shown specific displeasure, she just looks like she’s flirting with them, and without even trying. With see that with Clark Kent, ‘Mike of the Interns’, Alana the evil assistant, Supergirl, Kara, and others. So that’s very suitable for an Afrodite daughter. 

There are also a few traits/abilities that children of Afrodite have:

  • They have control over clothes, makeup, and jewelry.
  • Amokinesis: As the children of Aphrodite, they have absolute control over love and desire
  • Charmspeak: Selected children of Aphrodite can influence other with the strength of their voices. 
  • They possess high social abilities and awareness.

Lena is always impeccably well dressed, her makeup is flawless and her jewelry are very tasteful. Again, love and desire, she’s a very desirable woman and she doesn’t shy away from that. Charmspeak is basically magical charm, Lena’s charming, she’s influential in the sense of she can be manipulative and flirty. And as an heiress to one of the most powerful, influential and rich families of the country, it’s obvious Lena has high social abilities and awareness.

Basically I am very fond of both possibilities but I also like a way to make them both work together.

This is getting really long but it’s almost over, stay with me for a little bit longer.

Gods are said to grant gifts and abilities to both humans and demigods that are not their children but either prove themselves or they just take a liking of. I’ve always called this ‘grace’ but I don’t know if it’s mythologically correct or remember if it’s mentioned on the books. Let’s just say headcanon in which a god that is not your ‘goddly parent’ can sort of claim you, be your guardian/patron (like Hera with Jason) and you get the powers/abilities that their children have.

So, in conclusion, 

I think Lena Luthor would be a daughter of Athena with the grace of Afrodite.

And Kara Danvers would be a daughter of Apollo with the grace of Zeus.

Also they’re in love and dating. 

The end.

Originally posted by shades-of-lucidity

if only I put this amount of dedication on school work… 

That was really long, but I have a lot of thoughts about this. We’re lucky you didn’t ask me for the other characters as well, this would last forever.

Thanks again for the question and for the Ravenclaw heart, I love it 💙💙

Dorm Disorder (Chapter 1) 🌙

A/N: I’m going to put a trigger warning on this entire story because this series isn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows. It’s about mental illnesses, abusive parents, cigarettes and alcohol, so don’t say I didn’t warn you! x

Character Appearance: OCs, Kris, Kai, Chanyeol, Luhan, Baekhyun, Amber

Warnings: Mentions of bipolar disorder, cigarettes, alcohol, self-harm

Word Count: 10,215

Soundtrack: Let Me Stay By Your Side // Luhan


Originally posted by fyeahluhan

Illnesses aren’t a joke. Mental illnesses, especially. Take it from someone who is actually suffering from it. I didn’t ask for any of this. I didn’t ask for my dad to leave us, I didn’t ask for my mum to be an ex-junkie, I didn’t ask to be claustrophobic and I especially didn’t ask to suffer from bipolar disorder.

My name is Ciara and I’m nineteen years old. To be blunt, I’m a fuck-up. Period. I was never a perfect little ass-licker like every goddamn girl out there in the world. Instead, I’m the exact opposite; I have cuts on my wrists, I smoke, my family is in a mess and my head is spinning round the globe with so many thoughts. Oh, and my best friends are my violin and my mum. I was a floater for the longest time, always spending time with my mum who is an ex-junkie like I said. Now don’t point fingers and start calling her a bad influence and shit. Sure, she’s the woman who went through so much and turned to drugs when it got so rough that she just wanted to kill herself. But, she’s also the woman who raised me up from nothing and kicked her drug addiction just for me and taught me how to live without anyone, a lesson learnt after my father left. My life was pretty messed-up for a long time…until one day, I walked into my therapist’s office and saw him sitting in the waiting room.

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B.A.P Party Baby NYC

Wow. I don’t really know what words I have to say about this concert. There are so many aspects, so many components, and all I can do is sit here, stunned.

This is officially twenty-four hours since the concert ended and I am still in a daze. I have been to four B.A.P concerts, and this one is really probably my favorite. I feel like I have so much to say but at the same time, I’m afraid that I will forget all words and just say oh it was good. But here goes~

Waiting in line was quite an experience. I was fortunate enough to make it to the second row, so I was literally right by the barriers. I have to thank the people around me for being so understanding that in a concert, there is no such thing as personal space and all the touching and bumping and accidental hair pulling is all by accident. Thank you for making the concert such an understanding, stress-free environment. Shout out also to the group of Daehyun stans in this circle. I should have known competition was inevitable :P

Now, the official concert. I have to say, the boys did not disappoint. As the concept this time was to truly party with the fans, the song choices were perfect, and their performances were, as always, A+. It was so funny because honestly, when the concert started and we all started screaming, the security guys at the guardrails had the most amused expression on their faces. They were like who are these guys and how did they garner such a fan base when I’m sure half of them don’t understand a single word they’re saying? And that look of half bemusement and impressed made me giggle, and makes me proud. I think just talking about the concert itself is so very dry because honestly, we know they are fantastic performers, so I will just go into individual members and moments I remember.

So first off, I knew Daehyun would be closer to the right, so I situated myself to the middle-right and it was so worth it because he was right in front of me so many times and I had a clear gap to see him and he is so beautiful. He is living, breathing perfection. All the members were all so larger than life and on stage, their charisma is infectious and just permeates. 

Yongguk. I think this concert has once again cemented him in my heart as number two. He is the bias I respect and love and revere as someone who inspires. (I also managed to write two individual letters to Yongguk and Daehyun and I hope I got my messages across to Yongguk just how important he is to this fandom, to B.A.P, to this world.) Throughout the concert, he definitely had his moments of quiet when it was the talking part, and it hurt me a little because I want him to know that he can be allowed to be tired. But right after, when the music started again, he was bouncing and smiling, and wow. Yongguk’s smile is breathtaking. I was also lucky enough to have him stand in front of me quite often. And when he smiles… it is like the whole world slowly lights up from the inside. The entire glow that radiates from him is soft, and his presence is both intense and comforting, and the whole time I can only think, our leader is back.  I think Yongguk’s presence actually was what made this concert so much more meaningful. Last year was important because B.A.P was back. But that time seemed rushed, seemed a little too desperate to resume to normalcy, but this time, to see Yongguk smile like everything was okay made me feel like everything was right in my world as well. Thank you, Yongguk. It also made me so so happy that when they were talking, when they got to Yongguk’s part, people could not and would not stop cheering. Yongguk was just standing there, laughing shyly, and I hope he felt that he is loved, and appreciated and indispensable. (I may have also said all of those to him in my letter too.)

My first impression of Himchan in the concert was seeing him walk out from behind the stage and laughing. I think his mic or something wasn’t working and someone from the stage was talking to him, so I just noticed him looking back and laughing and wow. Himchan. Kim Himchan is another embodiment of beauty. (They all are, but I feel the need to point it out every. single. time.) And he disappeared a little in the beginning to fix whatever problem it was, but it was that easy-going, genuine smile at the backstage that made me realize, and see with my two eyes, how kind Himchan is. And I’m not going to lie but he went up in my esteem. He also got to choose the fan, and Himchan is adorable. He took freaking forever to choose and it was because he cared so much, and the girl he eventually chose was a cutie patootie too, and the fan interaction was so sweet. She was so nervous, she spilled a little of her coke and Junhong immediately bent down to wipe with his towel. And it’s just ♥

Youngjae. Man, Youngjae is such a fluffball. His solo was quite unexpected. It showcased his bass voice very well, and I’m happy he’s finally singing a song within his range. He is such an energy bunny on the stage. But it is with a heavy heart that I have to admit I’m a terribly biased little shit and I sort of allowed myself to be distracted utterly by the other half of Daejae, to my regret because I didn’t really get to see Youngjae. “Fermata”, however, was beautiful because that was a showcase of his voice, and honestly, he is just such a great presence to have on the stage because he is so happy, and when he was reading the English off the teleprompter, he was so not subtle, but so adorable about it. 

I don’t even know how to begin with Jongup. He is so perfect. He is so adorable, and he is just ugh ♥ Jongup Jongup Jongup. He deserves all the stars and hugs and kisses in the world because he is a precious angel. He started off where I was and I was able to watch him dance. And dance he did. During his solo, I swear I saw the veins on his neck and his arms and I had to take a moment to remind myself that this perfection was indeed my age, and it made me wonder what I was doing with my life haha. But honestly, wow. Jongup. He improved so much and his solo was so mind-blowing. That dance that went with it… ha haha hahahaha, no thank you. My dongsaeng also happened to scream his “Moon Jongup” when it was quiet and have him turn and wave at her. I wasn’t with her but when I heard that I had a moment, please tell me it’s not her. And it was. Shout out to the brave soul~ 

Junhong, Junhong. That boy needed to be contained. He was truly in his element and his English was so fantastic, and he engaged so well with the audience and I am so proud to have watched this little bean sprout grow up into this giant maknae. When he started his solo, he cutely said “ You all know me as a rapper so I have an extra special gift for you. This is my first vocal solo.” And I was so proud that he sang in English and was brave enough to tackle on a foreign language. He was so lively and always made sure to put in an extra effort to dance a little more, to speak a little more, and I am very proud of our Golden Maknae, because that he is.

Now for the one I always leave for last. Jung Daehyun. How do I even begin to describe him? There were so many moments. I will tell you this, B.A.P is amazing live, and Daehyun is phenomenal live. His voice, that power, and you just know that you’re hooked. He brings in energy, he brings in talent and he is just such a wonderful sunshine. Daehyun’s adlibs and his high notes, and every line that he sings is so beautiful. There was a moment when a high note didn’t particularly come out right, and he looked annoyed and it pained me because I know he was blaming himself, but I also want him to know that that little hiccup is not a mistake, but just something human. There were so many high notes and new adlibs (”No Mercy”, “Fermata”, “Body and Soul”, “Do What I Feel”, etc.) where I am just left speechless because the amount of talent that is in this man is just unspeakable. Gosh, I have so much to say about Daehyun but when it comes down to it, it can only be summed up as he is my ultimate bias for a reason. I am very bitter that he did not perform his solo. Last time, he didn’t get to do his solo in New York either and that made me sad. I was really looking forward to watching it because I love his self-composed songs so much and hope one day TS will allow them to release studio versions because that will be so necessary. Daehyun was just so cute and so into it and bless. 

I love the song list that they chose this time. Everything fit the theme so well, and they played songs that they normally wouldn’t (”DO WHAT I FEEL” ANYONE. I FREAKING LOVE THAT SONG.) The three set of baby making music was ridiculous. I was so thankful that Bangdae was in front of me during the whole body roll, and basically the whole choreography for “Body and Soul” so yeah my soul left my body and my body just basically collapsed. “Wake Me Up” had me so emotional because that song always has had that effect on me. From the first time I heard it until now, I have felt it with a bodily embodiment. “Skydive” with all six of them… it was beautiful. I loved the cute interactive dance part at the end, and I’m just so blessed I was able to be so close and I said this in my absolute awe, “I have never seen them in such HD before.” (I’m pretty sure there are more moments during the concert that I will remember as I scroll through pictures and whatnot but right now, that’s good). OH. The outfits. I loved what they were wearing. Yongguk in that red jacket and sunglasses…. death. Yongguk in that white shirt…. death. 

The water gun part. Let me tell you. The first time I got splashed with water was in the beginning of the concert was with Daehyun’s water bottle. Yep. The most precious few drops of water. I was surprised he did that. He just drank and then emptied the few drops on the crowd. And then there was a moment when Himchan was pointing the gun at the girl in front of me. That was when he let loose. My unnie was next to me and we were both wearing glasses and she had her finger out, scolding Himchan and that just made him more eager to spray with glasses. But yeah, that happened. And then Youngjae came by and decided to spray my front bangs with water, so that was definitely a thing. 

Now onto the hi touch. I heard so much about the nerves that can happen during a first hi touch and I even witnessed the speechlessness that happens after your first experience. I had all of these quick one liners in my head that I wanted to say and when I got to hi touch, they were rushing us. It was a bit of a weird experience. The boys were literally a mass of dark hoodies huddled together and I almost missed it because Youngjae was half covered by a security guy. 

Youngjae, I had wanted to tell him thank you for your energy. But I got there, was flustered and all I said was thank you. He is so flawless. His skin is wow, and it is true. He is so much better looking up close. His face is small and he just looks like he has this smooth skin that you can run your hand over and have it just slide down. 

Junhong I had wanted to say I’m proud of you, our Golden Maknae. But instead all he got was a thank you. Because I was feeling rushed. He was so cute because he was bending down a little to probably reach our heights. And he is so pale. Definitely in charge of white chocolate in B.A.P.

Daehyun was third and I nearly missed him. I nearly did not realize. I had all these big plans. I wanted to switch to my left hand so my one hand can be forever marked and I wanted to say, I love you, you’re perfect in Korean. And I even practiced it a little. But instead, in my flustered state, I started to say thank you, I got out tha- then I realized GIRL THIS IS YOUR ULTIMATE BIAS, and I blurted out a I love you, and I was so mortified because I don’t think I actually ever wanted to say that to him. But my friend had warned me that he does eye contact so I made sure I looked him in the eye and those beautiful eyes and that eye smile smiled wider when I said that and it made everything all worth it. Thank you, Daehyun, for that.

I almost missed Jongup. I’m sorry to say that I almost didn’t realize it was him. But he got an I love you too (which I don’t regret) but I wanted to say, hey, we’re friends, because we are! (Even though according to the Lunar calendar, I am technically a late 94-liner, I still am a 95-liner because puppy line!) I just remembered Jongup’s hair and him smiling.

Yongguk was next. Yongguk was staring straight at me and his curly hair and his eyes, and his smile and his chest tattoo peeking out. He is perfection. I was determined to say what I wanted to say to him and I am so proud that I was able to. I told him a very simple, “Love and Respect” and he smiled. He smiled and like I said before, that one smile is like grace and blessing itself. And I’m so glad I was able to say it out loud to him because those two words really describe how I feel towards him, and to see him smile harder made it worth it.

I almost missed Himchan because he was the only one in a gray suit. He looked slightly alarmed that it seemed like I was just going to pass him, thank goodness I didn’t. I said love and respect to him too even though I had wanted to tell him he was beautiful the way he was, but again, I do respect him so much for all that he’s done.

I made sure I high fived each of them soundly, and it was very satisfying. Very fast but ultimately, I think I’m happy. I got my two most important members and I did right, and therefore, I am happy and content.

Overall, the concert was worth everything. I didn’t mind standing in four inch stilettos for two and more hours because I need that height. It was an amazing experience, from standing in line with my friends, to the hi touch, to spending after concert, sharing post-concert details with my friends. 

Thank you, B.A.P. I don’t know what else to say. I know staying domestic is important and I hope after this tour, you’ll be able to go home, rest up and go on all the programs you want to, and do all the things you want to, and do what you love. But I still cannot deny that I am grateful you came. Thank you for coming to New York, despite everything. Thank you because this experience has touched me deeply, and I still go to sleep, feeling a slight tingle in my right palm, and my head swimming with visions of gummy smiles, and eye whiskers, and talent and I can only say, I am so proud to be a Baby. So proud of you and all that you have done.

Behind the Computer - Jack Maynard

Request: Joe’s younger sister has been taking diet pills because some fans have been saying horrible things about her and Jack finds them and helps her come off them?

As you sat in your room, reading the comments about you that were online, you thought about yourself. Being a Sugg was difficult for you. Both Zoe and Joe were gorgeous, they were decently popular within school and now were probably the two most watched people on the internet. You had so much pressure on you to be as creative, funny and good looking as the two of them but you just couldn’t figure out how to do that. 

Since it was your last year of university, you were trying to figure out what you were going to do with your degree in film-making. You knew you wanted to do something that would change the world one day but you couldn’t figure out how to do that. You were about to look up potential countries to visit to gain inspiration when yet another “fan” tweeted about you.

“I just don’t understand how (y/n) is part of the Sugg Squad; she’s not as pretty as Zoe or as funny as Joe…maybe she’s adopted?”

You laughed slightly at that one because it made you think about all the times Joe would try to convince you that you were adopted but you knew better than that. It was the comment of someone else that really got to you.

“She was probably adopted from a Sumo Wrestler; those thighs could kill.”

As you stared at the comment, you couldn’t shake the feeling. No, you were overweight but no, you didn’t have a thigh gap. You were perfectly healthy for your age and height but people on the internet didn’t care about that; you were the Sugg that everyone hated and you were the Sugg who got all the shit.

“Screw this.” You said, closing your laptop and heading over to your bathroom.

You reached into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of pills. You bought diet pills after your first year of university since the Freshman 15 turned into Freshman 50. You knew the pills were the only way to help you lose the weight since you were always too busy with school to focus on anything else. You continued to take them every once in a while when you were feeling really insecure and they always seemed to help. So you unscrewed the cap and pulled one out.


You jumped at the sound of a voice and watched as the pills fell all over the floor.

“Jack? What are you doing here?” You watched as he leaned down and picked up the empty bottle.

“What are you doing with these?”

“It’s no big deal.” You said, snatching the bottle of out his hand. 

You began to clean up all the spilled pills before heading back into your bedroom. You sat back on your bed, opened your laptop and continued on your way.

“You don’t need them.” Jack said, as he leaned against the bathroom door-frame. His arms were folded against his chest and his eyes were directed at the floor. “Those comments mean nothing; you shouldn’t focus on them.”

“It’s hard when I’m the ‘Shit Sugg’.”

“Hey,” He said, coming over to you. He pulled the laptop from in front of you and placed his hands on your crossed legs.

Jack has always been someone you can talk to. He might come off as a jerk but he’s definitely your best friend so no matter what the topic of conversation is, you know he’s going to be there for you.

“They just don’t know you but what they do know, is that you’re not going to fight back; you’re just going to sit in your room and take it. Which isn’t a bad thing but you can’t let it get to you this much; you’re beautiful. The way your eyes light up the room when you smile, the way your laugh makes everyone around you laugh, the way you care so much about your siblings and even your friends, the way you’ll drop anything at any time if one of us needs help on a video; those are all things those people don’t see.”


“They don’t see the (y/n) we know and love.” He wrapped his arms around, pulling you closer to him. “You’re perfect.”

A/N: I hope you liked it! Requests are open!


Stray Dog 3/3

As fugitives from Soul Society, they don’t exactly have the chance to get out much. Which might be nice if Shinji was living with a harem of beautiful, busty, voracious women, but instead he’s stuck with seven of the weirdest, most aggravating morons this side of a mental ward.

Just one more thing to blame Aizen for, in the end.

Sometimes, when he cannot physically withstand another sandal to the head or another dirty manga abandoned on the couch or another bout of Rose humming or Kensei and Mashiro squabbling or anything without unleashing his inner Hollow on the lot of them, Shinji will have just enough of an attack of stupid not to give a shit anymore. Aizen or Soul Society or whatever—by that point he’ll freaking welcome them with open arms. So he’ll leave. Just up and walk out, and the first time he did it he freaked out the rest enough that they were on their best behavior for months afterwards, never mind that he’d never made it further than the nearest bar to get plastered.

Unfortunately, that effect seems to have degraded with time. Now he’s lucky if they even give him a few hours of peace when he gets back. But, well, sometimes an hour’s better than nothing.

Shinji always makes sure it’s fairly dramatic, too, his departure. Lots of screaming “good riddance!” and slamming doors with inhuman strength and such. This one’s no different, and he stalks away from their base with his long coat flaring out behind him, the memory of seven startled faces barely enough to begin wearing away at his murderous edges.

He ends up in a lounge a few hours later, like he always does once his temper cools enough that he can start to feel sorry for himself. It’s a tiny little hole in the wall, just enough upscale edge to make it a certain shade of gloomy that appeals to Shinji’s sense of aesthetics, and while it’s not the cheapest place in Karakura it’s definitely what he needs.

This time, when he walks in still mildly seething and halfway wishing for a Menos or something to brutally slaughter—which is an improvement to wanting to slaughter his fellow Vizards—the bar is practically empty, the tables scattered around the floor unfilled. There’s a woman seated at the far end of the bar, giving off such clear fuck-off vibes that Shinji doesn’t even bother giving her more than half a glance, but otherwise there are no customers.

There’s a new bartender, too, and Shinji wonders with faint amusement if that’s got something to do with the deadness.

Or maybe it’s the fact that it’s barely four o’clock on a Monday.

Still, the guy’s cute, though with the tattoos and scars he looks a little out of place in his neat bartender’s uniform—more like he should be in some back-alley joint with bouncers and regular fights and a baseball bat behind the counter, rather than a lounge like this. Spiky dark hair and tanned skin and lots of sleek muscles, and yeah, Shinji is more than appreciative of the eye candy, his bad mood quickly falling away in the face of it. Because chicks are great, and boobs will never get old, but there’s something to be said for pinning another guy down and making him scream.

“Good afternoon,” the guy says, putting down the glass he’s polishing and giving Shinji a faint smile. There are slight lines around his storm-grey eyes, almost wariness, but maybe Shinji’s reading too much into things. “What’s your poison?”

For half a second, Shinji debates ordering a Blow Job or a Screaming Orgasm just to see the man’s reaction, but regretfully decides he’s not in quite that sort of mood and instead offers, “You any good at a Lemon Drop Martini?”

That earns him a flash of teeth as the man grins and turns away. “You wearing socks? ‘Cause I guarantee I can knock ‘em off.”

I bet you can, Shinji thinks admiringly, studying the very, very nice curve of the man’s ass as he turns away. But it’s a bit too early to be scaring the guy away, so he goes with, “I’ll hold you to that. But you look new. Something happen to Hayato?”

The strong shoulders, barely hidden by the white shirt and vest, lift in a quick shrug as the man tilts the tumbler and deftly pours it into a glass, garnishing it with a twist of lemon before he slides it over to Shinji. “He got married and decided to get a real job. I’m Shuuhei.”

Shinji takes a sip, eyes closed to savor it. Sweet, sour, bite. Just the way he likes it. But that opening’s too good not to take, and he gives the man—Shuuhei—a quick grin. “An’ I’m Shinji. So this isn’t your real job, then? Got something on the side?”

A sideways glance from beneath dark lashes almost catches him by surprise, since the guy’s barely looked at him twice, but it’s strangely appealing when coupled with those sharp-stark scars and the blue stripe of that tattoo. “Yeah,” Shuuhei says dryly. “I try and save the world whenever I’m not mixing drinks for stuck-up assholes.”

Shinji barks out his first genuine laugh in what feels like a god-damned age, grinning widely as he takes a generous sip of martini. “Oh? I can see the spandex thing working for you, definitely, but I’ll admit you didn’t strike me as the type.”

Shuuhei grins back, a little wry but mostly amused. “Well,” he says easily, “not every superhero fights out in the open. I like to think I’m more of a back-alley-deals kind of guy. Stop the megalomaniac from the shadows and all that.”

Something twists in Shinji’s chest, bitter and bracing, and he tosses back the rest of his drink to cover his grimace. “Takes all types,” he agrees, and tries not to think how very much his situation fits that simple summary.

“Another?” Shuuhei asks, already snagging his glass.

By now, Shinji’s more than ready to throw caution to the wind. The guy seems open enough not to take a swing at him, at least. Summoning up his best flirtatious grin, he drops his elbows on the smooth wood of the bar and leans forward, like it’s a secret. “And if I asked for a Screaming Orgasm?” he questions, voice just above a purr.

Shuuhei meets his eyes for three long heartbeats, expression unreadable, and then one corner of his mouth curls up in amusement. “I’d say my shift’s over at six,” he answers, and that flare of heat in his eyes is somewhere between challenge and anticipation. An answering heat curls in Shinji’s stomach, and he wants.

Then Shuuhei gives him a full-on smile, bright and a little wicked, and lowers his voice to add, “Beyond that, I really hope you like to top. I think I could use a screaming orgasm of my own after today.”

Shinji’s mouth goes dry, a vision of acres of golden skin spread out beneath him flashing before his eyes, and he has to think of Hiyori’s screeching to keep from embarrassing himself.

“Yeah,” he says, and it’s a fucking miracle that his voice comes out steady. “I think we’ll be able to work something out.”

Shinji wakes up alone in the hotel room with bright sunlight falling over him, warm and well-rested and totally at peace with every damn thing in the universe. It’s been years since he last got laid, and every single bit of tension that’s been coiling through his body is gone, eased away by a really fucking awesome night.

And, yeah, it might be nicer if Shuuhei was still here, ready for a final round of morning sex, but Shinji can’t bring himself to mind the other man’s absence too much. It was a one-night thing, and both of them knew that going in. Shinji’s in no place to be making commitments, not to anything aside from tearing Aizen down and grinding him into the mud. And, regardless of looks that should be able to get him laid without effort, Shinji got the impression that Shuuhei was just as in need of a release of tension as Shinji himself.

He rolls over in the bed, enjoying the stretch and pull of muscles that haven’t been put to good use in far too long, and grins to himself. Yeah. No penny-dreadful romance novel plots here, but it was still one fucking awesome night, excuse the pun, and he’s content with that.

There’s a note on the nightstand beside him, a scrap of hotel stationary scrawled in a ridiculously neat, precise hand.

Sorry, had to go to my other job. I’ll buy you a drink next time you come in to make up for the lack of morning-after sex.


Great minds think alike, apparently. Shinji decides that a drink with a hot guy sounds very nice indeed, already planning a time to sneak out of the base to take Shuuhei up on it as he hauls himself into the shower. A quick scrub, a cup of fancy coffee from the upscale place down the street, and he saunters deeper into Karakura, deciding to let the other Vizards stew for a bit longer. The bastards can take it, after all, and Shinji’s going to milk this not-an-actual-clusterfuck of a day for all it’s worth before he has to go back to the loony bin.

Well, that particular loony bin, he acknowledges, seeing as his feet are headed towards Urahara’s store. But Urahara’s usually up for a spar at the very least, and Shinji could use some downtime. With the others, sparring is training for taking on Aizen, and Shinji doesn’t want to think about that bastard for at least another few hours.

With a peaceful sigh, he rounds the corner and strides into the courtyard in front of the store, waving a lazy greeting to the little girl sweeping. “Yo, Ururu-chan.”

“Hirako-san,” the girl mumbles, blushing. “Boss is inside, if you’re looking for him.”

Shinji nods and heads up the steps without hesitating, though he keeps his easy swagger. No point in rushing, after all. “Kisuke?” he calls, poking his head around shelves and stacks.

“Shinji,” the scientist responds cheerfully from about three and a half inches behind him, making him all but jump out of his skin. That earns him a fan-flutter and a very wide, badly hidden smirk. “Oh my. Jumpy, are we?”

Shinji scowls at him, but can’t force himself to hold it for long. In the end, he settles for rolling his eyes and reaching out, smacking that stupid bucket-hat down a little further over the younger man’s eyes. “Whatever, ya sneaky freak,” he huffs. “Any news?”

Agreeably, Kisuke readjusts his beloved hat and turns, leading the way towards the dining room. “Ah, not much, I’m afraid. Things have been rather quiet of late. There’ll be a new shinigami stationed here soon, but she’s unseated and nothing to worry about.”

About to respond, Shinji pauses. There's…reiatsu in the air, a reiatsu he’s not familiar with, and while he hardly thinks Kisuke is going to betray them after so much time—

“Urahara-san, where do you want these? Back in the storeroom?”

That voice is entirely familiar and just as wholly unexpected, making Shinji falter even as a head of spiky black hair appears around the corner, half-concealed by a precarious stack of boxes. The arms he can see are strong and corded, the skin honey-colored and smooth where it isn’t lightly scarred, and intimately familiar.

Shuuhei-kun?” Shinji blurts in absolute shock, because this is the man he fucked into a mattress last night, only with the addition of enough reiatsu to leave him at the lower end of captain-class and a katana slung diagonally across his back.

The man pauses, then carefully sets the boxes down and stands up, grey eyes meeting Shinji’s with muted surprise.

“…Oh,” Shuuhei says after a moment. “Shinji-san.”

“How interesting,” Kisuke coos, flitting around the two of them with a bright, knowing smile. “You’re acquainted with my new part-timer, Shinji?”

Biblically, Shinji wants to say, but he’s tactful enough to settle on a simple nod. No need to give Kisuke any more ammunition than he can dig up on his own, after all.

“Urahara-san,” Shuuhei says after a long moment of fairly awkward silence. He gives the shopkeeper a quick, meaningful glance and Kisuke’s eyes narrow beneath the shadow of his hat.

“Do you think that’s really such a good idea, Hisagi-kun?” he asks, and there’s very little that annoys Shinji more than being left out of the loop. He fixes both of them with a hard stare, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an expectant eyebrow.

Shuuhei, of course, meets his stare dead-on—even knowing him less than twenty-four hours, Shinji can tell he’s not the type to be easily cowed by anything. But the younger man inclines his head regardless, as though Shinji’s just won some sort of battle, and steps back. “I’m sure,” he tells the shopkeeper. “Sorry, Urahara-san. We’ll be using your training ground, if that’s all right.”

“Certainly, certainly. Take all the time you need, Hisagi-kun.” Sharp grey eyes stay on them as Shuuhei leads the way down the hall, and Shinji spares Kisuke one last glance—narrow, warning, because Shuuhei is obviously a shinigami or something very much like it, is obviously well-acquainted with the shopkeeper beyond just working for him, and Shinji’s going to be having words with Kisuke about keeping important things from him—before following him.

As soon as Shinji’s feet hit dirt, he turns to look at Shuuhei, and is almost startled to see the younger man dip into a deep bow, the kind of gesture that no one’s directed at Shinji since the whole disaster with Aizen. It’s…strange, seeing it again.

“Hisagi Shuuhei, former lieutenant of the Ninth Division, under Tousen Kaname,” Shuuhei says formally, straightening up and meeting Shinji’s eyes again, firm but faintly apologetic. “I’m sorry for misleading you, Captain Hirako.”

“…Ninth,” Shinji says after a beat, his gaze settling on the pair of numbers inked into Shuuhei’s skin. He’s seen them before, every time Kensei has taken his shirt off, but he’d dismissed it as coincidence. A mistake, obviously. “I should have realized.”

The brunet blinks, one hand rising to touch his cheek, and then he smiles a touch wryly. “Oh, right. Not my subtlest decision, I guess, but for the record I wasn’t drunk and I’ve yet to regret it. Captain Muguruma saved my life the same day he…disappeared. But he inspired me to join the Gotei 13 about fifty years ago, where I heard about what had happened. It was just…something I couldn’t let go of, especially since I started having suspicions about Tousen, Ichimaru, and Aizen. So I left, and eventually found Urahara. He filled me in.”

Shinji’s not a fool. He can tell there’s far more to the story than those five sentences let on. It’s been almost a hundred years since their exile, after all, and fifty years are a long time to spend alone and hunting. Shinji knows that better than most. And to leave the Gotei 13 on a hunch? To abandon everything so simply for the sake of a man Shuuhei only met once? That’s…

Shinji can’t tell if it’s absolutely flat-out moronic or the noblest damn thing he’s ever heard. Maybe a bit of both, honestly.

“I take it you’re in on Kisuke’s plans?” he asks with a faint sigh. Yet another life upended that he’s more than happy to blame on Aizen.

Shuuhei nods, grey eyes going sharp and hard, like honed steel. “I am. Shiba Kaien knows my location and what’s going on, and he’s been helping me sneak in and out of Soul Society when necessary. Urahara-san is to going to use that as a backup plan, and I’ve agreed.”

“Knowing Aizen, we’ll need a backup plan for that, too,” Shinji huffs. He eyes the former lieutenant, the easy way he carries himself, and remembers the sword callouses on his hands. For a moment he wavers, but then, with a faint sigh, he gives in to his curiosity. “Feel up to a spar? That’s what I was coming here for, but after a hundred years I’m tired of kickin’ Kisuke’s ass all the time. Want a turn?”

Shuuhei smiles. It’s definitely not a nice expression.

The sword comes out.

“Let’s see if I can’t kick yours first.”

Shinji grins right back, pops a soul pill, and steps out of his body as it falls away. “Now we’re talkin’, kid. How about you put your money where your mouth is?”

Shuuhei flips his zanpakuto around, catches it deftly, and growls, “Hado 58: Tenran.”

Sakanade comes to Shinji’s hand like an old friend, and he laughs even as the hurricane comes right for him. This will be fun.

When he wanders back to base some time in the early evening, it’s deathly silent within. Shinji steps through the barrier, brows rising when he sees all seven Vizards sprawled out in the main room. 

Almost instantly, Hiyori bolts to her feet, screeching, “You stupid baldy, where the hell have you been?!”

“Worried, Hiyori-chan?” Shinji asks blithely, pretending not to see the way seven pairs of eyes are studying him for any sign of injury as he hangs his coat up. “Sorry, got distracted over at Kisuke’s or I woulda been back a couple hours ago. Nothing happened.”

That doesn’t quite get a sigh of relief, but Lisa immediately gets up from the couch and wanders away, and Love isn’t far behind. Rose takes one more look at Shinji and heads for the kitchen, presumably to start dinner, and tows Hiyori—screeching and snarling, of course—along with him.

About to retreat to his room, Shinji pauses. Kensei is still on the couch, magazine propped open on one bent knee, and Shinji is…curious.

“Oi, Kensei,” he says, and the silver-haired man looks up, pierced brow rising. Shinji thinks about Shuuhei with his tattoos and has to smother a grin. They’re more alike than one would think, apparently.

“Yeah?” Kensei asks disinterestedly, attention still mostly on the magazine.

“You remember what happened the day before you disappeared? Back then?”

That gets him Kensei’s full attention instantly. After all, it’s an unspoken rule that they don’t talk about the past, especially not the past that close to their unwilling transformation. But apparently there’s still enough relief hanging around at Shinji not having abandoned their sorry asses to get him an answer, because Kensei snorts.

“Of course,” he scoffs. “Last time anything was even vaguely normal, wasn’t it? We had a patrol, me an’ Mashiro and some of the Ninth’s upper seats, looking into those disappearances. There was…” He pauses, eyes going faintly distant, and one side of his mouth quirks up. “A Hollow, outside of a little shit-hole town. Big and ugly. And a kid, this little brat who couldn’t stop crying. Big eyes, hair like a black porcupine got stuck to his head. I told him to quit crying and be happy he was still alive. Wonder if it worked.” Kensei pauses again, looking away, and then shakes his head. “Kid’s probably not even alive anymore, damn it,” he mutters, and there’s a regretful sort of anger in his voice—something Shinji’s more than familiar with.

Shinji wants to correct Kensei, tell him that he’s wrong and that crying kid is actually schlepping boxes for Kisuke right this minute, as powerful as a captain and able to give Shinji a workout in a spar. But Shuuhei already asked him to keep his presence a secret, so he holds his tongue. “Ah,” he says instead, and heads for his room, lifting a hand in a halfhearted wave. “Thanks, Kensei.”

Kensei says something, asks a question, but Shinji is out of hearing before he even gets halfway through, and closes his door firmly. With a tired sigh, he flops onto his bed, stretching out on his back and pressing his palms over his eyes.

One more thing Aizen ruined, he thinks, feeling that familiar, seething fury rise in his chest. Kensei coulda seen the kid grow up to be something great, if we’d stayed. Shuuhei coulda grown up with his hero pushing him to be even stronger. Hell, kid’s strong anyway. Maybe he woulda been a captain by now. Who knows what woulda happened if Aizen’d never crawled out from under his rock.

Who knows.

Learning to Love (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: More super gay angst/fluff straight from my brain to yours. Honestly, don’t read this unless you like cheesy love stories and borderline laughable prose.

(And thank you to Lale for being my own personal cheerleader while writing this!)

-tw for like self-esteem issues? & reference to AN abusive relationship

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Gasoline: Part 3

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Special thanks to @fallencasifer for her glorious help in brain-storming, motivation and technical beta-ing. Had a bit of a struggle writing this due to being so busy and losing my writing mojo, but here you go! As always, I love feedback.

Part One, Part Two

Day Two.

You were already thriving, despite your serious lack of caffeine in your system.

You had awoken around six, and had dressed and done your makeup by 7. Panels didn’t really kick off ‘til after 8, so you opted for coffee and breakfast. You quickly walked across the road and opened the door to Starbucks, your nose flaring with the smell of coffee wafting throughout the large cafe. You waited at the end of the small line, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and shuffling from foot to foot. You glanced around, eyeing the food they had on display, licking your lips as you tried to decide on what you wanted. You caught sight of a slice of apple pie and immediately had to cover your mouth to stifle the moan, your mouth salivating at the thought of having apple pie for breakfast.

It was your vacation, why the fuck not?

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Does anyone else remember this pop song from around 2008?

by reddit user hartijay

I used to work on my university campus radio station in college. We used to talk about current events around the school, any news around the surrounding town, and played requested songs for students, something our school surprisingly allowed. I remember a very weird couple of months where students who tuned into the show constantly requested a song called “See You After, Babe”, a pop song by some one-hit-wonder group called Symmetry Icon, the dumbest name for a band I’ve ever heard. But that song was huge around October and November of 2008. As one of the campus radio’s DJs, I had to play that song over like a hundred times in two months. I heard it everywhere, in malls, gas stations, on real radio stations, and I think even on MTV.

Something was weird about that song, but I couldn’t remember exactly what. I tried Googling the song and band, but nothing came up in the results for either. Not even YouTube had a single clip of the song.

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100% scientific grading of all (most) Dragon Age companions/advisors


Alistair: Is a sweetheart who does his best and is a fantastic tank and has great hair, great sense of humor, I just want to hug him, rating: A+

Dog: Faithful, loyal, pees on things, (Happy bark!), rating: A+

Leliana: looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you, likes the way you do your hair, is a sweetheart, rating: A+

Morrigan: will put a spell on you (and now you’re hers), #1 witch, becomes a great mom even though her own upbringing wasn’t that great, rating: A+

Oghren: goes into the Deep Roads to try to find his wife, doesn’t give a flying nug, rating: A+

Shale: is a giant rock, great voice, great backstory, rating: A+

Sten: so Qunari he makes the Arishok look small-time, learns over time to respect the Warden, rating: A+

Wynne: #1 Grandma, great healer, is playing the long game so she can troll everyone in Asunder, rating: A+

Zevran: Best accent, beautiful hair and skin complexion, “for you I would march into the Black City itself, never doubt it!”, rating: A+

Loghain Mac Tir: honestly you don’t have a daughter like Anora unless you’re kicking ass and taking names yourself, rating: A+


Anders: is fucking adorable, will save all cats, ~Anders’ spicy shimmy~, #1 healer but seriously make him an Arcane Warrior for a good time, rating: A+

Justice: Fade spirit just doing his best, wants to help everyone, looks good in plate, rating: A+

Nathaniel Howe: Loves Amaranthine, defends his family but also learns to see their faults, is definitely gonna bang my Cousland on top of his dad’s grave, rating: A+

Oghren: “You joined the Grey Wardens?  Really?”  “You said it would be hot!”  “WE WERE ROLEPLAYING!” rating: A+

Sigrun: oh my god she’s so cute but also smashes darkspawn in the face, DESERVES A BETTER ENDING for sure, rating: A+

Velanna: Goodnight shemlen b/c Velanna is coming for you, doesn’t give any shits, is prob. one of the biggest badasses in the series, rating: A+


Anders: WAS RIGHT, fuck the templars, how can one feathermage be so pure, has loved Hawke for three years oh my god? voiced by Adam Howden who donated money to a GoFundMe for my sister’s sick cat (true story), rating: A+

Aveline: WILL TANK ALL OF THEDAS, do no harm but take no shit, will beat Hawke’s ass if necessary, “real nice night for an evening!” rating: A+

Bethany: who’s the best BETHANY’S THE BEST, Hawke’s #1 biggest most supportive fan, definitely best haircare routine and the most pure, rating: A+

Carver: does his best, actually secretly loves Hawke deep down inside, they probably built pillow forts together as kids and were def. best friends, rating: A+

Fenris: best spiky broody elf in any franchise, prob. the smartest individual in the entire Kirkwall Crew honestly, trying his hardest to move on, voiced by Gideon Emery and everything that guy touches turns to gold, rating: A+

Isabela: #1 pirate queen, has a heart of gold and loves Hawke, she just loves Hawke so much????? she’s going to let the Kirkwall Crew live happily ever after on her pirate ship I’m so proud of her, rating: A+

Merrill: dESERVED BETTER in every respect, just wants to help everyone??? Loves Mahariel and Tamlen so mucH?? Merrill/FHawke is such a pure ship omg, rating: A+

Sebastian Vael: definitely tries his best and wants so hard to live up to his name, will shot you with bow, makes that outfit look honestly stylin’, #1 accent in all of the Free Marches, rating: A+

Varric: Actual #1 Bro™, there is no bro who has ever bro’d harder, HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH HAWKE IS honestly, probably the best friendship in any game, like this if you cry every tim, rating: A+


Blackwall: Can we discuss that beard tho, just doing his best, honestly the best banter, “What can a grey warden do?” “save the fucking world if pressed”, rating: A+

Cassandra: holy shit is htere a bigger badass in Thedas no there is not, did you guys watch the anime holy shit.  if she met Aveline it would be the unstoppable force meets the immovable object honestly, rating: A+

Cole: pure spirit child, “he’s only 12 years old and already more psychic than his dad” - dril, dies a lot when he’s in my party i’m sorry Cole, rating: A+

Dorian: actual most  styling man out there, had to leave Tevinter because he was so damn stylish he was putting the rest of the Imperium to shame, oh my god he’s just like, best friends with your Inquisitor and it’s so?? pure? rating: A+

Iron Bull: lmao it’s over for you if you get in trouble with this guy also the Chargers are basically? great? and he’s so good to Krem?? voiced by a guy who loves this job and loves video games, rating: A+

Sera: is gonna throw bees at your head and is looks good in plaidweave, deserves better, most unique accent in the series, has good taste in ladies, rating: A+

Solas: it was Egg who caused the trouble but honestly he’s doing his best, gets approval anytime you’re nice to like anyone, GREAT artist, i heard there was a secret chord that david played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? it goes like this the fourth the fifth the minor fall the major lift the baffled king composing hallelujah???  rating: A+

Varric: guess who’s back, back again, Varric’s back, and tbh he’s just so good and he helps everyone and is helping the inquisitor b/c he cares so much, rating: A+

Vivienne: WOW has anyone ever looked so goddamn gorgeous, probably not, way too stylish for you plebeians, i only wish i could raise myself to her level, but i also don’t want her to ever lower her standards which she would have to do to even talk to me, rating: A+

Cullen: has been through a lot of shit and come out surprisingly chill, admits his mistakes, loves dogs like all good Fereldans, definitely got that lip scar from Hawke though, rating: A+

Josephine: honestly the best fashion sense in Skyhold, those ruffles though, is very pure?? I just want to cuddle her on the couch forever, make her some rice krispy treats and then take her on a vacation because she deserves it, rating: A+

Leliana: Murderpope best pope, rating: A+