Apparently, Gabourey got weight loss surgery because she was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes. I’m really sad that she had to deal with that (my mom has diabetes, and she took the diagnosis really hard), but I’m happy that she chose to do this for her own health and not because she felt pressured to.
I’m also side eyeing everyone saying how “good” she looks “now,” when she’s always been beautiful.
Do you ever think about the way Wolfgang truly appreciates Kala though? The show makes a point of showing it; Rajan and all of his friends and family always comment on Kala’s looks, and how beautiful she is, how utterly stunning she is, whereas Wolfgang has not once mentioned her looks. Sure, he’s clearly physically attracted to her, but he appreciates her intelligence and intellect - he asks her about her opinions on science vs religion, he found it hot when she used her intelligence to blow up the car, and he was attracted to her when she built that bomb because to him, it’s not just her body that’s sexy, it’s everything about her.
A pink faced girl with a white headscarf stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. ‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table; the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly
long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas
smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of
complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow
also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but
sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts
as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.
Summary: Inspired by the one time me and some friends went to McDonald’s at 5 a.m. The reader, craving junk food, drags a sleepy Lin out of bed, way too early in the morning. The breakfast menu isn’t up yet. Chaos and shenanigans ensue.
Word counter: 4,474
Warnings: None, just a really sleepy and grumpy Lin.
Authors Notes: @sunshinemiranda - i cannot believe i got to the chance to collab with ren again??? you guys, this honestly all stemmed from this really cute story she told me and then me (being pushy and annoying as per usual) needed to get in and then this came into being!! we got so attached, we made headcanons for this, unbelievable. i still want to make a prequel. enjoy.
@alexanderhamllton - i got to collab with my girl again, can you guys BELIEVE??? I am so happy with how this turned out, we made a whole lot of headcanons (hence the mixtapes) and we really hope you guys like it! If you want more from this universe PLEASE let us know, because we would love to wirte that!
Lin wasn’t expecting his phone to ring at 5 in the morning. He wasn’t expecting anything but a solid sleep that he desperately needed after too many late nights full of work. Funny thing was, life had a screwed up talent at ruining expectations.
His phone lit up in the dark, vibrating against the wooden bedside table with a vicious energy. With a groan, he stabbed a button blindly and brought it to his ear without even bothering to emit a greeting. It was too early for that.
“Lin. Listen, it’s 5 am. You wanna go to McDonald’s with me?”
Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)
Word count: 2482
Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.
Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.
Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain,
Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)
curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the
headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.
It was one of
those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously
enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters
brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and
stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the
night -he had said something about needing
to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden
outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been
flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester
had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly
jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.
However, as fantastic
as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more
Stifling a yawn,
you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in
the dim light of the bedroom.
“What?” you asked.
He smiled that
half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.
whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.
You opened your
mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through
your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your
skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean,
to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his
Even after 1000 times of promising she wouldn’t fall asleep during the film, she did. Camila had been exhausted and fully passed out as soon as she touched Lauren’s chest. Lauren just found her cute little snores endearing as she combed the younger girls brown locks. Smiling to herself, then reaching over to her phone she took a few pictures of the sleeping beauty on her chest. Flicking back at the recently taken pictures, Lauren found herself mindlessly scrolling to multiple other times she had taken pictures of Camila without her acknowledgement. No matter what Camila said, Lauren had always insisted that she looks beautiful 24/7, and she has pictures for proof. Then opening her Twitter app she looked back down at the young latina with her slim arms wrapped around the older girls torso, tightly. Just like they always used to. And tweeted:
“As beautiful and young as she looks, I always think of her as older then me. She has this maturity about her. But she not, she’s younger then me, which is incredibly annoying. But she’s amazing, and brilliant to work with.“ - Kit