seriously did you open the book


pairing: reader x jungkook

rating: pg14

word count: 1.0k

m a s t e r l i s t 

Only three things were required in order for a movie night to be considered successful: a) a movie, obviously, b) blankets, to cuddle into, of course, and c) popcorn, self-explanatory. Unfortunately, this particular movie night was running low on c, and it was your turn to heat some more.

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Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

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Heat Wave

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin

Request: (@the5sosfreakme) I was thinking evil Barry, high school? Like he’s super SUPER possessive of y/n and she comes to school in little shorts… So he’s like super possessive over her and like let’s say Mark Mardon, was flirting with her and he steps in. Then maybe hot and heavy in the parking lot?

Notes: I decided not to add the hot and heavy just because the fic itself ended at a good point and just it would have been a little out of place. Anyways, enjoy!

 Tagging: @tmrhollandkay @silverwingedfox

You groaned as your alarm clock woke you up, the loud song you chose shaking the last remnants of your dream from your mind. Now fully awake you rub your eyes, kicking the sheets off your legs. It was boiling hot outside, and your open window letting in the heat made your room almost unbearable.

Sluggishly, you got out of bed, going through your usual morning routine. Faced with the difficult decision of what to wear in the heat you decided on a cute tank top and a pair of high-waisted short shorts, shrugging on a long cardigan on top in case school was cold inside. You put on a pair converse and quickly finish your makeup, deciding to pull your hair back so it doesn’t stick to your neck. Comfortable with your choices, you grab your backpack and make your way downstairs, grabbing something quick for breakfast and saying a quick goodbye to your family before getting into your car.

The drive to school was short, the AC cooling you down only to be blasted with heat when you get out of the car. You push through the doors into school, saying hi to people you pass as you make your way to your locker.

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The Hybrid Under My Bed [Chapter Two]

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

WARNING(S): Family abuse in the first few chapters.

Genres: Angsty fluff, Mystery, Fantasy, Adventure

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Length: 3k words

Sypnosis: You were 7 year old when you met him, Jeon Jungkook, the little boy covered with bruises and dirt hiding under your bed, but little did you know that this encounter would drag you into a new morbid world full of darkness and adventures, but also unexpectedly love. (Not Requested)

BTS Jungkook hybrid!au, fantasy!au

(Third POV)

-> Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three


Chapter Two

September 24, 2006

Waking up the next day was difficult for you. The dirt covered boy hasn’t left your dreams all night. Every time you would close your eyes, you’d have the same dream repeatedly: the boy coming from the forest, the puppy with violet eyes, the transformation… It was an almost non-ending nightmare. When you could finally sleep at peace without those visions, it was already sunrise.

You had finally woken up at 2 p.m. and since you were an early bird, this was the latest you had woken up. Stretching your hands over your head while yawning, you stared at the claw marks on your walls. So deep and so long they were! You didn’t believe that an animal could do that, but you weren’t sure either so you’d quickly forgotten about it. Today, you wanted to do something new and you will do so.

You went toward your curtains and opened them wide open, “Woah!” You exclaimed while squinting your eyes due to the bright sunlight. Today was a beautiful day, and you were going to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Your father wasn’t there so he wouldn’t know, right?

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Picture Purrfect

Also on AO3

Marinette’s pencil brushed lightly across the page as she shaded the sketch of Chat Noir, sitting casually on her balcony’s railing.

“How’s it going?” he asked.  She wasn’t sure how he managed to stay so still, in the same pose, without altering his expression.

“Almost done.”  Catching the pencil in her teeth, she rubbed at the graphite with her thumb to blend it better.  "Just need the last few touches on the background.“

"How do you do that?”  The cat was definitely curious.

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Cereal Wars

Summary:  Sam and Dean end up in a little prank battle with their girlfriends Sandee and Reader.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Sandee

Warnings: crack, pranks, raisins (this warning is for Sandee, lol!)

Word Count: 1400+

A/N: This is a little one shot that came about during some late night chats with @escabell - Eskee you are such a ray of sunshine, this little Raisin is so very thankful that we’ve become friends.  And that idea you had took on a life of it’s own and turned into this.  I hope you like it!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Beta’d by the always lovey and super duper mastabeta @wheresthekillswitch love you dude!

Gifs are from @thejabberwock

Hands held out, looking up at the now empty bucket swinging over their heads, Sandee and Y/N stand in a pile of raisins wondering how they got here.  Just three days before, Sandee was sitting in the bunker kitchen laughing as Y/N and Dean argued over which cereal was the best.

“Clearly Corn Flakes are the best flake cereal,” Dean says.

“Wrong.  Raisin Bran is waaay better.”

“I can’t believe I’m with a girl that would take Raisin Bran over Corn Flakes.  I might need to re-think-.”

Y/N slaps his arm, “Pfft.  You love me.  Besides the raisins make it sweet and yummy.”

Sandee snorts, “Les raisins secs sont grossiers.”

“See?  Sandee agrees with me.”

“Uh, Y/N, you need to brush up on your French,” Sam says, striding in and dropping a kiss on Sandee’s head.

“Traitor.”  Y/N cuts a side eye to Sandee who starts laughing.  “Sam, back me up, Raisin Bran is way better than Corn Flakes, right?”

“Uh, I’ve never thought about it.  I like Muesli.”

“Of course you do,” Dean says.

“Yeah, but we’re not talking about granola cereal, we’re talking about flake cereal.”

“Cereal’s cereal,” Sam replies.

“Ok, you’re out,” Y/N turns away from him.  “Go sit and enjoy your Muesli with your non-cereal eating girlfriend.”

“I liked Froot Loops and Cocoa Puffs when I was a kid,” Sandee offers.

“Ooh, yes, ok now we’re talking.  So, agree to disagree on the flake cereal, babe.  What is the best chocolate cereal?”

“That’s easy,” Dean starts.  “Cocoa Puffs.”

“Wrong.”  Y/N looks over to Sandee, “No offense.”

“None taken,” Sandee says, holding up her hands and trying to hold in the laughter.

“How is that wrong, Y/NN?”

“Because Cocoa Puffs cut up the roof of your mouth, Dean.  Clearly the best chocolate cereal is Cocoa Krispies.”

“They get soggy as soon as the milk touches them!”  Dean stands, outraged.

“That’s why you only add a little bit of cereal at a time,” Y/N says like it’s the most obvious idea in the world.  “Besides, they crackle and pop.”

“Whatever you say, babe,” Dean says, kissing her cheek.  Shaking his head and chuckling to himself, he tosses his cereal bowl into the sink and walks out of the kitchen.

“Dean, wait up.  I was thinking…” Sam’s voice trails off as he follows Dean out of the room.

Y/N looks over to Sandee, her face full of mischief.

“Wanna have a little fun?”

Sandee leans in, “Always.”

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Better Than a Book (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

741. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”// 125. “I need you to forgive me.”// 511. “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

Warnings: Slightly nsfw, cursing

A/N: I’m so glad you guys liked my last fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and decided to write another. Once again, I will literally write anything you want me to, so don’t be afraid to request. I wrote one for Jared cause I got a soft spot for MemeBoy. Hope you enjoy!


You were laying in your bed reading the new book you got from the library. Your friend, Alana, recommended it to you after you finished all the novels on your shelf. You had been meaning to read it all week, but school and friends got in the way. It’s currently Sunday night and you just want to enjoy the rain pattering down on your window while you curl up in your blanket on your bean bag with your book and green tea.

The moment you opened the book, your phone buzzed with a text lighting up the screen. You reached over to your desk and looked at the message.


What are you doing?


Trying to read


That’s hella boring, you should come over and hang out with me instead


I’ve been trying to get started on this book for the past week now


But (Y/N) I’m bored


Poor you :p. Okay, but seriously, I’m trying to read


Jesus christ and you call ME the nerd

You didn’t respond to his last text, but you did laugh. You felt bad for saying no, but you really wanted to get started on the book. You delved into the book and read for the rest of the night.

You were grabbing your books from your locker when Jared walked up to you.

“You missed a pretty good meme making session.”

“Oh, darn. Isn’t that just a shame?”

“That’s what you get for reading books all day.”

“Believe it or not, books actually make you smarter. You know, they expand your imagination, creativity, and your vocabulary. If you actually gave it a chance, I think you would like the books I have.”

“First of all, if I cared about my vocabulary, I would’ve done all those assignments for Miss Price back in first grade. Second of all, why would I wanna spend time reading when I can make memes and be just as depressed?”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you walked into class with him.


The last bell of the day rang and all of the students began piling out the doors. You grabbed your bag and started to head for the doors. Jared bumped into you with a smile on his face.

“Hey, wanna stay over tonight?”

You bit your lip. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out, you were just so close to finishing your book. After you didn’t say anything for some time, Jared rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe it. I’m being replaced by a book.”

“Please, I don’t think anything in my life could replace you.”

“God, ever since you started reading that book, you’ve become more gay by the second. I want my friend (Y/N) back.”

“Well, if you’re just going to be mean, then I’m definitely staying home to finish the book.”

“Oh my god fine. I’ll be nice. Don’t make me beg, (Y/N).”

“Jared Kleinman begging? I’d like to see that.”

Jared spit in front of your shoes after that comment and you stopped in your tracks and just stared at him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked as he headed for his car.

“Wow, very mature. You’re disgusting.”

He opened the passenger side door.

“So, you coming?”

You smiled and got in. He closed the door for you and grinned. He started the car and drove you both to his house. You walked in and he followed, closing the door behind him.

“My parents are still at work, so we’ll be alone for a little while.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Probably won’t be the last either.”

Your parents and Jared’s had been friends for a long time before the two of you were even thought of, so you staying over at his house wasn’t anything new. However, your father started becoming weary when you two began maturing and hit puberty. He is convinced that you and Jared are pretty much fucking every time you are alone at his house no matter how many times you tell him you aren’t. You got so fed up with his constant checking up on you via texts that you only tell your mom when you’re over at Jared’s.

You followed Jared into his room and sat down on his bed. You grabbed your homework out of your bag and spread it out on his bed.

“So not only are you replacing me with a book, but you’re gonna deliberately ignore me through homework, now?”

“Oh my god, Jared. Why are you so needy?”

“Because you’re my friend and you’re way more fun when you aren’t being responsible.”

“And you wonder why you’re almost failing every class.”

“Who said I was wondering?”

You rolled your eyes at him as he went over to his Playstation 4 and booted up a game. You never said this out loud, but you enjoyed Jared’s company. Even though you’re working on homework and he’s yelling at his game from his beanbag chair on the ground, you can’t help but smile at how homey this feels.

You looked at the back of his head and grinned. Before you could stop yourself you closed your book, set it aside, and started running your fingers through his hair. He frowned for a second and his hands stopped moving. He leaned against the wood frame of his bed and started leaning into your hands. Jared was actually enjoying the feeling of your nails raking through his short hair.

You noticed his character on the screen began running around again. You snapped back into reality and realized what you were doing. You quickly removed your hands from his hair and shoved them into your lap.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I… it was kinda awkward, right? I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know what I was thinkin-”

“You didn’t hear me complain, did you?”

“You want me to keep doing it?”

Jared awkwardly cleared his throat and swallowed.

“If you want.”

You moved closer to his head and continued stroking his hair. Was it weird for you to enjoy doing this while watching him play his game? You laughed at some of the things he said while playing. You removed your hands when he tried to pop the muscles in his neck. You placed your hands on his shoulders and began rubbing at the tense muscles. You felt him stiffen under your hands and you heard him sigh. He leaned his head on his bed. His face was now upside down looking up at you.

“(Y/N), you are treading on dangerous territory.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“If you feel like you can’t forgive me.”

“Forgive you for what?”

He smirked before grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. Yes, this was a cliche spiderman kiss, but you didn’t care. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it would be like if you and Jared had started dating. You can’t imagine it’d be any different than what it already was. You sitting on his bed doing homework while he played his games.

Just then, Jared cupped your face and pulled away with a big grin on his face. You bit your lip and smiled out of excitement.

“Fuck, don’t give me that face. It’s so cute, I might not be able to hold back.”

“Who says I want you to hold back?”

Jared turned off his game and crawled onto the bed. He shoved the text book out of the way and kneeled in front of you. He kissed you fervently and gently pushed you back against his pillows. You let him rest his hips between your legs. You once again ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. You gently tugged when he found your sweet spot. He moaned into your neck and grinded against you. You could feel how much he was enjoying this through his shorts. You gasped and wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard. You giggled and pulled his glasses from his face and sat them on his table. He smiled.

“I guess your dad was right about this eventually happening.”

You stared at him for a long time before opening your mouth.

“You finally get the balls to make out with me and you’re thinking about my dad?”

“Well, what can I say? He’s got those pretty blue eyes that just get me going.”

“Jared, you’re ruining this.”

“My bad. Let me make it up to you.”

He kissed you again and grinded his hips into yours. You moaned with every thrust of his hips. His hands started roaming your body and slipped under your shirt. He looked at you, worried that you were going to reject him. You put your hand on his wrist and guided it up to your bra. He hesitated. Jesus, he was a nervous mess, but of course this is Jared, so he has the bright idea to say something.

“I can’t believe you were planning on ditching me today to finish your book.”

“Jared, I swear to god-”

You both stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the front door open. He quickly got off of you and turned his game on. He sat in the bean bag once again. You hurriedly grabbed your textbook and opened it, pretending to read it.

His bedroom door swung open and his mom walked in. You were sure that your red faces would be a dead giveaway, but you hoped for the best.

“Hey, (Y/N), how have you been?”

“I’ve been really great, Mrs. Kleinman.”

“That’s nice. Jared, sweetie, why are you trying to play with your glasses off?”

He stopped playing and snapped his fingers.

“And here I was, confused as to why I couldn’t see.”

He stood up and retrieved his glasses. He put them on and put on a fake smile.

“Ah, all better. Thanks, mom.”

He closed the door and let out the breath he was holding in.

“Smooth, Kleinman.”

“Shut up, if it wasn’t for me, she would’ve noticed that you’ve turned into a literal tomato.”

“As if you’re any better.”


Meanwhile, Jared’s mom tapped her husband on the shoulder.

“You owe me twenty.”


“They were totally making out while we were gone.”

“Damn, they couldn’t wait until one more year?”

He handed her the money and returned his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.

A Trip Down Memory Lane; Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 4,311

A/N: I wanted to write something for Tom and I’ve been in the mood for fluff lately so this was the result. The idea was a lot better in my head but I still wanted to share the end result

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff

The first thing you noticed when you came home was a paper airplane.

It was hanging from the ceiling by a strand of twine.

The words “Open me” were scribbled on the paper and you immediately recognized it to be the writing of your boyfriend, Tom.

In fact, there were multiple strands of twine hanging from your ceiling. Various items were hanging from the twine up and down the hallway leading to your bedroom.

Curiosity began to overwhelm you. You had noticed that Tom had been acting a little weird recently. Not in a bad way and it wasn’t a dramatic change either. Just something was a little bit different, like he knew something that you didn’t.

You grabbed the paper airplane and opened it as he had instructed you to do. You were greeted with even more of his handwriting. You began reading the note that he had written on the inside.

Our story begins when two lovers meet on a plane.

I was frustrated to say the least. It seemed like my work schedule had become almost unbearable recently. I loved my job and while I couldn’t really imagine doing anything else, I couldn’t deny that the long hours were getting to me. It all seemed to become a blur. Film the movie; promote the movie, interviews and autographs followed by more interviews and autographs. I did my best to put on a cheerful demeanor and this usually wasn’t difficult since I often considered myself to be a people person. I was aware, however, that in the last couple months I started slipping up. I noticed it months ago and despite my best efforts not to think about my exhaustion it was becoming harder to ignore. On the rare occasions that I would indulge in the comments on the internet about one of my interviews, I came to realize that unfortunately the public was starting to notice it too.  So now here I was again, aboard another flight to do promotion for another film that would probably do horribly at the box office like so many of my films before. I would have preferred to be in bed instead of stuck on another plane, although I was grateful that at least for the next few hours I wouldn’t have to answer questions that made me uncomfortable or stand in front of a hundred flashing cameras.

This is when I saw you struggling to put your luggage in the overhead bin.

“Would you like some help, love?”

When you turned your head to look at me it felt like the breath had been knocked out of my chest.

“Yes, please. If you don’t mind, that would be great.”

Your voice was small and soft. There was something about that voice, something about you in general that grabbed a hold of me and refused to let me go.

I lifted your bag into the overhead area with ease and smiled at you. I would be lying if I said I didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, darling.” I started to look around and began to feel a smile take over my face. I just hoped I wasn’t wrong in my assumption.

“Is this you?” I pointed to the seat next to my own.

“…Yes. I believe it is.”

I had never been more ecstatic about an airline seating arrangement in my entire life.


“Do you believe in an afterlife?” You turned your head to look straight at me and I had to force myself to look away so that I wouldn’t get distracted by your eyes.

I didn’t have to take much time to think about my answer.

“No. I think this is it, you know? So I think it’s especially important to make this life count as cliché as it sounds. What about you?”

You looked forward and furrowed your brows together while you were contemplating your answer. I took a moment to just look at you. I wanted to take everything in. I wasn’t even sure how long we had been flying at that point. We spent the whole time just talking to each other, asking each other questions about anything we could think of. I was so caught up in the conversation that I refused to think about the fact that eventually this plane would land and we would have to part ways.

“No… well to be honest, I’m not sure. I used to believe in it when I was a kid because I was surrounded by so many religious adults but as I got older I couldn’t seem to shake this feeling that it’s not real, you know? Maybe after all this it’s just darkness. The idea of a heaven seems wonderful and I’d like to think that it’s real but I could never bring myself to have an intense amount of faith. The idea of hell seems terrifying though. I don’t want to believe in a possibility that I could live out my existence here and then be doomed to an afterlife of eternal damnation. Although, I can’t have it both ways can I? If I want to believe in a heaven, I also have to believe in a hell. I have to accept the good and the bad. I’d like to believe in it but I don’t know if that’s enough. I don’t think that wanting to believe in something is the same thing as actually believing in it.”


It continued on just like that. We would ask each other questions and give our answers. You spoke eloquently. It was like you had all the secrets of the universe hidden inside you. You asked me if I believed in ghosts and I told you that I was open to the idea. I asked you if you believed in them and you said that you didn’t but you always took your friends seriously when they said that they did.

You talked about your love for books and films that made an impression on you over the years. You didn’t give any acknowledgment that you knew who I was and I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to talk about my job or any of my characters. I just wanted to talk about you.

When it came time for us to go our separate ways I panicked about letting you get away. I called after you and fumbled some incoherent nonsense about hotel rooms and phone numbers. I have never forgotten the gorgeous smile on your face when you nodded your head and shakily punched your number into my phone.

You were willing to bet that the smile on your face now probably mirrored the one he was talking about in his note. This beautiful note recounting the day the two of you met. You remembered it vividly. It was your first flight and you were terrified. He held your hand the whole time.

The next thing you saw hanging from the twine in your house was a flower, a rose to be exact. You saw a note attached and immediately began reading.

We spent weeks together after our first meeting. We went to parks and coffee shops. We talked constantly, whether it was in person or on the phone. I’m amazed we didn’t run out of conversation topics.  

I don’t remember how it happened. Somehow, we ended up talking about previous relationships. The romance in our lives. I didn’t go into much detail, just a little bit here and there about a girl I dated in school or a friend I was with a few years ago.

When I asked you about your past relationships, I wasn’t sure if I would be ready for the answer. I didn’t really want to hear you talk about guys you had been with before. I thought I might become jealous, which was ridiculous because I had no right to be upset about some guy you were with before you met me. I also knew however, that you weren’t dating anyone now, so whatever you had in the past had ended. I didn’t want to hear about that. I didn’t want to hear about some guy that broke your heart.

You fiddled your thumbs and told me about some guys from your past that you only dated for a few months.

I remember your words so clearly.

“I’ve never really had anything serious. I’ve only had a couple relationships. It seems like most of them ended because they end up finding someone else. It’s like the only thing I’m good for is just leading them into the arms of the person that they really want to be with. They would find someone prettier or funnier or someone from their past that they were falling for again. They would start something new with them… sometimes they wouldn’t even wait to leave before they did it.”

It hurt to hear you say this. I didn’t want to think about living in a world where you had ever experienced pain.

We talked about romantic gestures. I mentioned how once in school I decided to hop on a plane and surprise my girlfriend in Paris even though I had an audition the next day. You had a look of pure wonder on your face when I spoke about it.

You said you made a mixtape for a boyfriend in the past but he didn’t seem to acknowledge it when you had given it to him so you highly doubted he ever actually listened to it.

When I asked you about things that were done for you it became silent and you took a while to answer. You had this look on your face like you were trying to solve a really complicated math equation.  

You finally said, “…There hasn’t really been anything.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Well…No. Like I said, I’ve never had anything serious. They never really did anything, certainly not a surprise visit to another country. I know this is probably going to sound really lame but I’ve always wanted someone to give me flowers. I mean I know it’s really cliché and they’ll probably die in a week but I think it would be really nice.”

I didn’t think it sounded lame at all. To be honest, I was shocked. You had never received flowers before? Maybe I was old fashioned but I didn’t really care. Flowers are such a classic romantic gesture. They’re a way to communicate without having to talk. A way to make a woman feel appreciated; an act that every woman deserved.

I got a call from you a week later.

“Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! I love the flowers. They are so beautiful. But you didn’t have to do this for me.”

“Sure, I did. You’ve never gotten flowers before! That is a crime darling. Everyone deserves flowers. I simply could not let you go through life without them. What kind of gentleman would that make me?”

“It would make you a normal, modern gentleman. Well I appreciate it. I promise to cherish them until they wither.”

“Well when they do I’ll just have to buy you more.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that! A dozen roses are already enough.”

“You’re not asking, I’m insisting. When can I see you again?”

“I’m free on Friday. Does that work?”

“Sounds great.”



“Thank you again for the flowers. They really are lovely.”

“You’re welcome, love.”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your face at the memory. You kept those roses by your bed until they died. They were the first thing you saw when you woke up and they never failed to make you smile. They also reminded you of Tom and that made you smile more. He did live up to his promise about buying you more flowers. He loved it and had formed a habit of buying you flowers throughout the years of your relationship. Sometimes, it would be for a special occasion. Sometimes, it was just because he wanted to.

The sudden memory of the flowers brought you back to reality.

Why the hell did Tom take the time to write out all these memories? What was he planning? You’ve always known that Tom was a romantic boyfriend. He had proven that many times over the years. But even this didn’t seem normal for someone as romantic as Tom. You almost pulled out your phone to text him and ask what this was all about but you stopped that right away. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t tell you. He would just tell you something cryptic like “Keep going, you’ll see.”

So you moved on to the next string.

This time you were greeted with a map. It puzzled you at first because the layout didn’t look familiar to you. When you tilted your head and leaned in for closer inspection you also noticed that the words on the map were not in English.

Even though you were sure you couldn’t pronounce any of the words you were able to recognize that the writing was Dutch which could only mean one thing.

This was a map of Amsterdam.

You opened Tom’s note ready to read about the trip the two of you took together.

You always said that you never had much of a desire to travel. This was partially because the thought of flying made you anxious and partially because tourist attractions didn’t really appeal to you.

I didn’t really believe this though. I thought surely there must have been at least one place you wanted to visit. So I decided to press on the issue.

“Are you sure there isn’t anywhere you want to go? All the places in the world and you’re really just content to stay at home?”

This is when you started to crack. I saw a slight smile start to form on your lips and I knew I was right. You did want to go somewhere.

“Well… I suppose that isn’t entirely true. I would really like to go to Amsterdam. I’ve wanted to go there since I was 15. There’s just something magical about it. It’s like wonderland for adults. Spring is the best time to go. Amsterdam is beautiful in the spring but it’s also the same time that everyone else goes. 98% of the hotels are booked during that season. But it still looks spectacular during other seasons too, even in the snow!”

You went on like that and all I could do was stare at you. You had a certain light in your eyes. There was something about the look on your face that was warm and exciting. You were so expressive like a child that was far too young to hide anything. When I was standing there, watching you, it almost made me feel like a child too, like I was taking in the beauty of the Christmas season.

Then suddenly, you stopped.

“I’m rambling… Aren’t I? You can just tell me to stop talking if you want…”

“No! I don’t mind. I like it. I swear I could spend my whole life just watching you talk about the things you’re passionate about.”

“Really? You could spend your whole life listening to me talk about Amsterdam? You don’t think you would get bored?”

“No. It’s a pretty big city, there’s a lot to talk about. Besides, I like seeing you when you’re happy. That couldn’t bore me. You have a love for this place and there’s nothing wrong with that. It what makes you unique. The reasons why you want to travel there and why you love it so much are specific to you. No one else has that story.”


I will admit that I was incredibly nervous about planning that trip. I wanted to surprise you and I had a pretty hard time keeping it a secret. Things were still kind of new for us at that point too. I stressed out a lot over hotel arrangements. Should I get two rooms or one? It did seem like a waste to get two separate rooms since it was just the two of us and we were going to be spending the whole time together anyway. On the other hand, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if I only got one room. We were going to be spending time together but I still wanted you to have privacy.

After I was done berating myself over it for days, I eventually settled on one room with two beds.

Everyone assumed we were married while we were there. Anytime we made a reservation anywhere they would always address us as “Mr. & Mrs. Hiddleston.” We tried to correct them at first but eventually decided to embrace it. I liked the sound of it. There was something about standing there with your hand in mine while someone referred to you as “Mrs. Hiddleston” that felt right to me. When I would make a reservation for a restaurant I would purposely say, “My wife and I.” It had a nice ring to it. It flowed off my tongue smoothly and suddenly it was the only thing I wanted to call you. “My wife.”

It was April when we went to Amsterdam. I may or may not have purposely planned this because I knew that the King’s Day festival was going to be taking place. We went to markets and cafes. It was incredibly crowded and our cell phones were useless for most of the day since the cell network broke down. It didn’t matter though; spending the day with you was what I really cared about.

I thought watching your eyes light up when you talked about Amsterdam was breathtaking, but it absolutely could not compare to the look on your face when you were actually there. Everything seemed to excite you. It was like you just wanted to soak it all in. You were interested in everything from the Van Gogh Museum to the bikes on the street corners. You were so enchanted and it warmed my heart. I swore to myself that I would buy plane tickets to Amsterdam every year just to keep that smile on your face.

The first night we stayed in the hotel you called out to me from your bed.

“Tom, are you awake?”


It fell silent after that so I decided to speak again.

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

You waited a while before you answered and you spoke so softly I almost couldn’t hear you.

“I had a nightmare. I was wondering if you were awake…but I shouldn’t have bothered you. I mean I’m an adult, damn it! I should be able to handle a bad dream. I’m sorry that-“

I cut you off.

“Are you still scared?”


I pulled back the blankets, moved over, and patted the mattress beside me.

“Come here.”

So we slept just like that. The feeling you sleeping close to me was one of the most intimate things I’ve ever experienced and I slept far better that night than I had in months, maybe even years. In fact, if you weren’t so excited about exploring the local architecture and attractions, I would have been content to just stay in that bed with you all day.

We slept like that for the rest of the trip. It turned out that the second bed really wasn’t needed at all.

I came back from that trip feeling like I wanted to travel everywhere with you. I wanted to take you to all the places that I got to travel to but didn’t get see much of because of my work. I wanted us to make our own memories in every single city we could find. I think we left pieces of our hearts and souls scattered across Amsterdam when we left and I know that parts of it were intertwined with us when we returned. I want more of that. I hope you do too.


You were absolutely positive that you did. You had eventually gotten over your fear of flights are being on so many of them with Tom. While it’s true that you didn’t have much of a desire to travel before you met him, there was something about going all over the world with him that made you fall in love with him a little bit more. It was something that bonded the two of you. It was something that only you shared. Sure, you could share stories about your travels with others but at the end of the day, the experiences and the feelings associated with those experiences would always belong to you.

You continued on reading notes about the first time you attended a red carpet together, the day you met his family, and even a somewhat inappropriate re-telling of the night the two of you made love for the first time that left you absolutely flustered.

Eventually you reached a string by your bedroom door that held a photograph of you and Tom.

You recognized it immediately. Tom went through a “phase” a while back where he wanted to take up photography and he brilliantly decided that the best way to do this would be to use you as his model.

You opened the note below it and started reading.

You were a little bit hesitant about letting me photograph you. You didn’t think you were photogenic. I thought that was completely ridiculous but I was ecstatic that you agreed. It wasn’t anything fancy. That wasn’t the look I was going for. I just wanted you in the purest form I could capture. You wore my flannel shirt and lied down on the bed. I straddled your hips and watched the sunlight hit your face. It poured over you like honey and I was so distracted that I almost didn’t take any pictures at all.

I could see so much of your personality pouring out of those pictures. In the span of three photographs I could see your child-like spirit, your subtle smile, and your kind eyes.

You grabbed the camera from me and started taking pictures of your own.

I hid my face in my hands the minute you turned the camera on me.

“What’s the matter? The famous actor that gets photographed everyday can’t handle a camera?”

I remember reaching my hands out to the side and starting to tickle you. You were laughing and asking me to stop and I pressed myself against your side and started laughing with you. I had completely forgotten about the camera at this point, until a clicking sound brought it back into my memory.

You took a picture of us.

It was blurry and messy. It seemed like our teeth, visible from our laughter, were the clearest things in the picture. You could still make out our faces but they weren’t really clear. It was like we looked kind of softer around the edges.

It was my favorite picture from that night. The only thing that mattered in that moment was how happy we were. I think that was the moment I knew I loved you. I always had a feeling even when I first met you that you were going to matter to me but that night when I was lying with you in our shared bed, laughing while you wore my shirt I was so sure of the feelings I had for you. You have loved and supported me even when (especially when) I didn’t deserve it. The only thing that has changed is how much stronger by feelings have become.

I love you darling.

Now, I’m sure you have tons of questions about what the hell is going on.

Yes, you certainly did.

Open the bedroom door.

When you opened the door you saw Tom standing there illuminated by candlelight.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi. What is all this about? When did you even find the time to do all of this?”

You hadn’t even realized that you were crying from the notes he had written until he came over and started wiping your tears away.

“Don’t worry about it.”


“Let me explain, okay?”

You nodded and let him continue.

“When I woke up this morning I realized that I needed to do this. I’ve spent my life reading and talking about all the great literature of Shakespeare and the classics. All of those stories are filled with great declarations of love and romance but they also have an abundance of characters that let moments pass them by and if I let this opportunity slip past me then I’m not the man I thought I was or the man I want to be.”

Before you could even think about the meaning of his words you saw him getting down on one knee and you could feel the tears forming in your eyes again.

“You truly are my best friend. You’re my favorite person in the room no matter where we go and I would love nothing more than to continue to make memories with you for the rest of our lives like all of the ones that you just relived out in the hallway. I love you and I know this to be true. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?”

The tears were falling at this point. You almost weren’t sure if you could trust yourself to answer him.

“Y-Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

You barely even waited for him to put the ring on your finger before you engulfed him in a hug.

“You are the most incredible man I’ve ever met.”

“That’s only because I have you around to be my better half.”

“So… We’re officially going to be Mr. & Mrs. Hiddleston?”

“Yes, Sweetheart, I believe we are.”

“You’re right, that does have a really nice ring to it.”

Things I loved about The VVitch (spoilers ahead)

Things I enjoyed about The VVitch (might expand on this later, these are just notes for myself):

  • Black Phillip’s/Satan’s voice was not overtly sinister/scary, in fact it was both kind and seductive, as it should be
  • William was not painted as the typical fanatically devout religious disciplinarian father, in fact he was shown to be quite human in his own sins
  • The muted colors made the scenes with blood truly shocking
  • The pace was perfect and built suspense and a sense of unease throughout
  • The soundtrack, while crazy loud and unpleasant at times, also helped to create a sense of unease
  • The film did an excellent job of being respectful of all religions presented and not making any of them seem downright ridiculous
  • Black Phillip, just in general
  • The use of traditional witch folklore symbolism (raven, hare, milk, etc.)
  • The flying unguent scene was perfectly brutal, and a direct pull from Christian beliefs during that period regarding witches
  • The nod to ergotism with the “rot” on the corn (somewhat confirmed in the director’s AMA)
  • Caleb’s death scene was absolutely unnerving
  • The creepy twins
  • Thomasin’s empowerment
  • Katherine’s dream/vision sequence
  • Never did I think a scene depicting a man and his son trying to shoot a hare could be so unsettling
  • The biblical symbolism (the silver cup, the apple, the horned beast)
  • The ENDING wow
  • Caleb reluctantly giving in to temptation
  • The Puritan notion of the devil inhabiting the forest
  • The family’s blatantly sinful behavior (William stole and lied and was proud, Caleb lusted after Thomasin, Jonas and Mercy were lazy and disobedient, Katherine was wrathful, Thomasin lists her sins in prayer but strangely was the least sinful prior to killing Katherine and signing the devil’s book)
  • The slow zooms and broad landscapes present in the cinematography
  • Black Phillip, seriously though (and did you notice his non-rectangular pupils)

Things I didn’t enjoy:

  • The dialogue was difficult to understand at times (can’t wait to rewatch this with subtitles)
  • The theater I saw it in was completely empty in the evening less than a week after opening, and it’s the only theater in town showing it 
when your town's urban legends kinda suck
  • Rebellious Teen: My dad used to tell me this legend about a guy from around these parts who wore a pig-mask and was always carrying a baseball bat. He said that if you saw him, he would give you two riddles. If you got one right, he'd whack you with his bat and chase you off. If you got both right, he'd give you anything you desire. And if you get both wrong, well, you'd become a part of his mask.
  • Lethargic Teen: Wow, so was he like magical?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: I mean, he could give you anything you desire so he has to be kinda magical.
  • Rebellious Teen: That's pretty much implied.
  • Lethargic Teen: Then why'd you say you don't know?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: Also, does making you a part of his mask mean that he like shrinks you down so you're a very tiny person and he tapes you to the mask? Or is it more grisly in that he kills you and takes a patch of your skin to be a part of his mask?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know. We didn't come out here to talk about the logistics of this dude. We're here to see if he's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawns* But, he's probably not real.
  • Rebellious Teen: Ugh! I know he's probably not real, but it's creepy and fun to think he is. Have you ever heard of fun?
  • Lethargic Teen: If I wanted to have creepy fun, I'd be at home playing Resident Evil which I much prefer to standing out here in these smelly woods.
  • Rebellious Teen: Can you chill for like two seconds and maybe enjoy your time out instead of being so damn pedantic?
  • Lethargic Teen: I don't even know what pedantic means. I'm legitimately too dumb to know.
  • *sound of footsteps on grass*
  • Rebellious Teen: Shit! Hide! *pushes lethargic teen beneath the bushes and peaks out to see who's coming*
  • Lethargic Teen: It sucks down here.
  • Rebellious Teen: *whispering* Shut the fuck up.
  • Lethargic Teen: You have a fat ass. Have we known each other for long enough that I can casually call your ass fat in a non-sexual way. Because you have a really fat ass and I'm only just noticing now.
  • Rebellious Teen: If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to literally choke you to death. But thanks. My ass is fat.
  • Pig-Mask: *walks by dragging a baseball bat attached to a leash behind him*
  • Rebellious Teen: Oh, fuck. He's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: It's probably just some guy dressed like him.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm going to confront him!
  • Lethargic Teen: You're gonna get killed maybe. I don't know.
  • Rebellious Teen: *hops out of the bushes* Hey, pig-mask!
  • Pig-Mask: *slightly glances behind him* ...Oh, bother.
  • Rebellious Teen: I know all about you. So... uhh...
  • Pig-Mask: Can we just get this over with. I want to go home.
  • Rebellious Teen: Uhm.
  • Lethargic Teen: *crawls out of the bushes*
  • Rebellious Teen: What do I do?
  • Lethargic Teen: Iunno. You're the one who knows the legend.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, but the legend doesn't really say how you're supposed to go about confronting the guy.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask you guys two questions.
  • Lethargic Teen: Two questions each?
  • Pig-Mask: I'm really tired so you guys can share two. One for each of you.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm fucking fired-up! Shoot those damn riddles at me! I don't care! I'm not afraid of you!
  • Pig-Mask: Please don't yetll. Here is my first riddle: Who is the uhh... what is... uhm... what day is it?
  • Lethargic Teen: Wednesday.
  • Pig-Mask: Hmm... is that right? *looks down at baseball bat* Is today Wednesday?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, today's Wednesday. Congratulations you got it right.
  • Lethargic Teen: That wasn't a riddle.
  • Rebellious Teen: Seriously, that was just a super easy question.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, bother... I guess your second test will have to be a riddle. Oh, bother. Let me get out my riddle book. *digs in his pants* Bother, bother, bother, bother... here we go.
  • Pig-Mask: *opens his tiny book* Okay, so... this one's not good. This one is kind of racist. I don't think this one is in English. Whatever. *tosses book* Here is your second riddle. What day is it?
  • Rebellious Teen: You asked that already!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, I did. Sorry... I guess. *sighs*
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawn* This guys sucks.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, dude! You really fucking suck!
  • Pig-Mask: Sorry, my dad was a lot cooler. I have depression and anxiety and stuff. I haven't really been in any sort of mood recently, y'know. Feels like nothing even matters anymore.
  • Rebellious Teen: It really was a waste of time coming out here. Come on. Let's go home.
  • Lethargic Teen: Finally, can you carry me there?
  • Rebellious Teen: Sure, hop in my arms.
  • Lethargic Teen: *hops on up and smooches rebellious teen right on the cheeks* I'm going to pass out in your arms now. *goes limp*
  • Rebellious Teen: Goddamn, you're heavy. Why did I agree to do this? *waddles away*
  • Pig-Mask: Ah, their relationship is so wholesome. I wonder what it feels like to carry another human?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: No, like a living human. Also, since when can you bark like a dog and stuff.
  • Baseball Bat: *gone*
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, you weren't real. *cocks head to the side* I wonder where I got this leash from? Just another of the mysteries of the world, I guess.
Copper - John Shelby

Request: Can you do a John shelby imagine where you are the only one that can stop him from his dangerous actions? 

Copper - John Shelby

You’d been balancing the books at the Shelby Brothers’ betting shop for almost a year now and you tried to stay out of family business. When you first started working for Thomas Shelby it was explained that the extent of your job was balancing the books to make sure all the money was in order. In the beginning you tried to steer clear of anything extra at work. Three months in though, John Shelby begun to take an interest in you. He would make sure to hang around the shop whenever you were there.  

“Hello there,” John took a chair and pulled it up beside you. 

“Hello John.” You didn’t look up from your work, trying not to be distracted by him.  

“You know,” John reached across you, closing the book you were writing in and taking the pen out of your hand. “I was thinking we should go see a picture.”  

“Tommy wants these balances done by the end of the work day.” You made to reach for your pen but John held it out of your grasp.  

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Where You Belong

Title: Where You Belong

 For @princess-of-erebor1992

Summary: Everything is becoming too much for you, you don’t know what to do or where you belong.  But luckily, a special dwarf is willing to help you find out.  

 Warnings: Anxiety.  Slight depression.  And complete and utter fluff.  

 Masterlist of Fanfiction


Originally posted by iamjaynaemarie

You put your head on your knees as you curled up in your chair at the library.  This didn’t feel right either, you thought as you stared down at the book in front of you.  The battle was past, the victory won, and none of your friends had perished. It was a grand time.  The reconstruction of Erebor was under way and everyone had their tasks.  


Except you.

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Book Smart

I am a voracious reader, always have been.  I discovered the “Supernatural” books years ago gathering dust at my favorite second-hand bookstore and purchased the whole series for $10.  I’ve always been a fan of paranormal stuff so they were right up my alley.

The books were chock full of monsters, ghosts, and demons but I found myself more drawn to the complex relationship between the two brothers, Sam and Dean.  My relationship with my own sister was difficult and the lengths Sam and Dean were willing to go for each other intrigued me.

I read those books over and over.  The spines grew bent, and the pages tattered, but when my work at the hospital made me sad and drained me, Sam and Dean were there to take me away.

When I heard they were making the books into a TV series. I have to admit I was pretty skeptical.  I couldn’t imagine any show would be able to get Sam and Dean right.  Especially Sam. I had such a thing for him.

That combination of strength, intelligence, vulnerability, and faith just did it for me.  He had been through 10 lifetimes worth of pain and damage but he was still determined to do the right thing.

So when the show premiered I watched but didn’t expect much. But it was good.  And I kept watching.  It was Sam and Dean from my beloved books.  This Eric Kripke guy had gotten it right.  

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Mistakes (Part 1)

Robb Stark x Reader

Requested by: @unicornofdanger

Request: 26, 25, 22, 19, 13, 10, 8 & 4 with Robb Stark please!! I really love your writing and I’m willing to wait!

Words: 605

Drabbles List

26. ‘‘Oh sorry, was I supposed to be listening?’‘

25. ‘‘This. Never. Happened. Got it?’‘

22. ‘‘I should run, shouldn’t I?’‘          (Part 2)

19. ‘‘Why have you been avoiding me?’‘          (Part 2)

13. ‘‘Oh God, he’s serious.’‘          (Part 2)

10. ‘‘Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying.’‘          (Part 2)

8. ‘‘Yell at me, throw a tantrum, just say something!’‘

4. ‘‘You love me as if I deserve you.’‘          (Part 2)

A/N: I’m making two parts of this because some lines give me different vibes. I hope you don’t mind x

Part 2

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ID #68613

Name: Jared
Age: 18 in June
Country: United States

Ever since I was little I loved talking about myself, and I can talk about myself for hours and what I like and what I dislike and my views and standings on certain issues. I have a really open mind and I try to be a positive force in as many people’s lives as possible. Even though I like talking about myself, I’ve been told I can be a good listener, and I’m usually quiet in class unless I have something meaningful to say.
I really like sports, so like football, basketball, and baseball, and my favorite sport is baseball. I play some computer games when I can, but I also enjoy reading books and time to myself. I like most types of music besides any of this new age rap junk. I listen to classic rock, chill beats, jazz, classical, rap, power ballads, and I’m open to new types of course. I’m a vegetarian, but I don’t detest or look down at people that eat meat (as some would guess).
I’m a bi-romantic asexual, basically meaning that sex is on the lowest priority for me as far as relationships go. Quality time is my main love language so I would take a good hang out over a quick sex session. I lean towards non-binary people, not as like “Oh man they’re soooo hot, I just can’t get enough” but more as like “Wow that’s so cool that they have the courage and the confidence to be who they wanna be, and they look good as their true self” I pretty much hate my gender tbh, like why are most of the guys I see on the internet horny, sweaty, hairy, unemployed men? It just sucks that most people have to take extra precautions when interacting with people on the internet because of men like that. Just speaking from experience.
As a male, it’s harder for me to express my interests in things like writing, flowers, floral fabrics and designs, animals, feelings, and art with other males ore even people in my friend group. Consequently my best friends are girls, which is perfectly fine with me. I think having a pen pal is a great way to form a really cool friendship with someone in a way that is more interactive and meaningful than just texting a random person on the platonic page of craigslist.
If you haven’t already noticed by now, I enjoy writing in all forms. And when they said I could type as much as I wanted, I took them seriously. Thanks for reading all of this if you did. I really appreciate it.

Preferences: Someone around my age so 17-19 of any gender

One Grade Too Far

Title: One Grade Too Far

Supernatural and Harry Potter cross over!!!

Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Harry, Ron, and Hermione

Word Count: 1,072

Warnings: Absolutely none!!

A/N: Like many of you I am a huge fan of both Harry Potter and Supernatural. This takes place around season 2 or 3ish for Supernatural and around the 2nd or 3rd (ish) book for Harry Potter. Yes, I am very well aware that those time lines don’t actually line up in any way shape or form. This is fiction people. Don’t get all worked up about correct-ness and just enjoy it!!

“Sam, make that devil’s trap bigger would ya?” Bobby shoved his desk to the side before moving to grab a chair from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Bobby. Is Dean grabbing the holy water?” Sam held up the diagram trying to plan it out better.

“Already grabbed it.” Dean set the two jugs down before turning to go back into the kitchen to start loading the guns with rock salt shells.

“We gotta move boys, can’t keep him in the trunk forever.”

“Yes Bobby,” the boys mumbled in unison as they worked.

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Also I just wrote this, which is probably the Evanstan half of the opening chapter of that Evanstan and Stucky crossover fic…before Seb disappears and gets replaced with Bucky…


“Well, you asked him if he knew how many guys you’d hooked up with on camera…”

“Oh no,” Sebastian said. “No. Tell me I stopped there. No.”

“And, and this is kind of adorable, he did that stupid attractive embarrassed pink-cheeked thing and sort of laughed…”

Sebastian put an arm over his eyes, leaning against the wall. The wall did nothing to help, so he slid down it and sprawled theatrically on his face on the ground. Chris Evans had laughed. Had been embarrassed for him. “I’m a horrible person.”

“Totally. Completely unlovable. We all hate you.” Anthony sat down beside him, poked him in the shoulder. “Don’t think I mean that, kid.”

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Fifty Shades of C.Youngjae

(GOT7 Youngjae Shorts) PART 2

Genre: Smut (inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James)

Courtesy: E. L. James

Author: tedryse

Summary: This is where the reader and Youngjae meet again. Where both of them will soon accept what each other wants, and that they will try everything for the sake of their relationship.

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okay so I´m having a bad day today argh -_- again like why any ways here are some funny cute and maybe cheerful gif´s that might cheer you up (or not)but this just something  I´m doing too maybe cheer my self up yeah

Originally posted by nyanpasuminasan

okay so I am so bad at remembering names of just anime shows but this is like  so cute it´s from an anime with a dragon maid if I´m not mistaken you know what I´ll just look up the name o_o

okay so the name is kobayashi-san chi no maid dragon huh you now I should start writing down the names of the animes I watch because I have a lot of trouble when it comes to remembering the long anime or even manga titles 

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I saw this one on twitter and I just love how the animator did this

Originally posted by reaction-resource-center

how boys become men or just get jaws

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3rd person me exercising

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me: running away from my anxiety

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listening to w.i.t.c.h ´s opening song  like seriously you should watch the show it is so good , did you know that there are books?!! and I have read almost all of them

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Hay Lin is basically my favorite 

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I found this randomly ,I am so glad I went on tmblr

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this so funny X,D

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when a stranger talks to you but you vern´t paying attention to what they said

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somebody animated this YES!!!! also Thor: yes! I know him he´s from work :D

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get you shit together Morty!!

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yes well I am waiting patiently for RWBY chibi season 2 

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spins spin spin spin