shes so adorable can i have her

anonymous asked:

Are you excited for the baby's arrival?

I’m so excited! And nervous, but mostly excited! You know how many weapons are in my home? Me neither, because I COULDN’T COUNT THEM ALL. I’m sure I’ll find a way to keep all of that away from the kid. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Babies are just so adorable, and breakable, and I have really big hands and I drop everything, oh but tiny little feet and freakishly strong fingers and- it’ll be fine. The kid’ll be a Winchester. Winchesters are tough, and Gabe will make sure nothing bad happens to her. He’s good with kids. He doesn’t drop things. He’ll catch her if she falls. He’ll catch ME if I fall, and I’m a freaking giant, he can handle a baby. We can do this. So, yeah, I’m excited.

anonymous asked:

Modern au headcanons about Pieck and "Pokko"?

I don’t have much yet but Pieck is a stoner and Pokko is her unfortunate straight man, but hey she makes him laugh and he makes her laugh. They work oddly well together and no one can quite figure out why that is. He’s so damn wound up and Pieck is just putting on sunglasses throwing deuces in the background 


they’re in love and it’s adorable???

finnys-ho  asked:

My crush is literally the cutest girl ever™ and she has pink hair and dresses like a modern richie would and she loves IT and ships reddie and I have art with her but I can't figure out if she likes girls so that's a problem yikes

she sounds adorable! i’m hoping for the best!

Dating Diana Prince/ Wonderwoman would include...

• Meeting her through knowing Bruce and Clark

•At first being vaguely intimidated by her but also finding that you can’t seem to draw your gaze away from her

• Diana being entranced by everything about you

• Bruce wingmanning for her and Clark trying to play matchmaker for you

• It works

• You better be down for PDA because Diana is not at all bothered by it

• She always finds a way to be touching you somehow whenever you’re together

• Whether you’re sitting on the couch together, walking down the street or even hanging on the Watchtower she will gently interlock her fingers with yours

• Cuddles

• LOTS of cuddles

• Diana loves hugging you from behind (she’s much taller than you so she always rests her chin atop your head

- “Di, stop it! You’re making me feel short.”

- “Y/N, you are short”


• Slow, passionate kisses

• Sometimes you just spend hours aimlessly making out

• Sweet, loving sex

• But also really hot “I just got back from a really dangerous mission and I have an adrenaline high” sex

• Basically a lot of sex, all the time

• Cute good morning kisses

• When you can’t sleep, Di will sing old Greek lullabies until you eventually drop off

• Late night pillow talk that can last for hours

• She adores listening to you talk and it doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, she will always listen avidly

• You love it when she tells you stories of her home and the adventures she had back on Themyscira

• She likes carding her fingers in your hair as you lay your head on her chest/stomach because it’s relaxing and she likes the way it makes you smile

• Sometimes you go through old photos of her as wonderwoman

• You start learning Greek to surprise her

• “Σε αγαπώ”

• Nobody had better mess with you because Diana is very protective

- And she has a sword.

• You and her just having a perfect, loving relationship.

A/N: Basically I’m just trash for Diana

Originally posted by skaldic-totems

Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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anonymous asked:

hey! so i'm fairly new too bootlegs and i don't have anything to trade with. how do i start if i have nothing? i don't want to trick someone into giving me something, i want to do it fair and square.

a lot of people are really nice and will try to give you a bootleg you want even if you don’t have anything in return and then you’ll have something to trade in the future!! if you message me off anon im sure we can work something out because i think that everyone should be able to see the shows they really want to 

heres a lil nina who knows that sharing is caring :)

‘Cough Syrup Murder’

(This is a fairly new case so investigations are still ongoing)

Matthew Phelps, a 28-year-old form North Carolina, phoned police on September 1st 2017 at 1:01am to turn himself in for the murder of his own wife, Lauren Hugelmaier  (both pictured above.) He told the 911 dispatcher “I had a dream and then I turned on the lights and she’s dead on the floor. I have blood all over me and there’s a bloody knife on the bed, and I think I did it…I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this.” He later told the dispatcher “I think I killed my wife. Oh my God. Oh God. She didn’t deserve this. Why?” (You can listen to the 911 call here)

Matthew and Lauren were only married just last year. When asked about Lauren her relatives said she was “all about her family. Her four nephews were her entire world.” and that “church was a priority.” Lauren volunteered at the youth ministry and adored the children there. Matthew was studying to become a pastor.

Phelps told the dispatcher that he “took more medicine than I should have…I took Coricidin cough and cold, because I know it can make you feel good. So, a lot of times I can’t sleep at night.” Coricidin contains dextromethorphan and chloropheniramine which, when taken in high doses, can cause euphoria, dissociative behaviours, anger and psychoses.

Phelps was taken into custody and was later charged with murder. He is currently being held at Wake County Jail. The death penalty is a possible sentence for him. (Phelps in court)

Recently hs social media life was revealed. On Instaram he used the username ‘marty_radical.’ He captioned one of this posts with “I can’t get out of bed. There is evil in my head” (lyrics from Beg For Me, Korn.) He also apparently has a tumblr were he shared his stories about his insomnia stating “Ever since I was little, I’ve had some strong activity in my dreams. Nightmares, night terrors, sleepwalking, hallucinations, and controlled dreams have filled my life so far.”

Let’s take a moment to appreciate how much fucking LOVE there is in Star Wars and how fast it happens but how REAL it feels, how PRECIOUS it is

So I’m a very, very shippy person, and I ship a lot of stuff in Star Wars hard but I want to take a moment to appreciate how friendships form in these amazing movies. 

Let’s start with a New Hope. 

Here is Han Solo. 

All he wants is to be a grumpy smuggler with one trustworthy, hairy friend and no debts and no worries. 

Is that so much to ask?

Hahaha, yes, sir. Yes it is.

Because here is this goddamn FARM kid who is naive and idealistic and believes SO HARD in doing the right thing and is so disappointed in how jaded Han is

and also this sassy, rude, intelligent BRAT of a princess who has lost everything but still believe so much in their pointless rebellion and she’s also so very disappointed in how jaded he is

and he wants so much to just walk away, but he CAN’T because even though he’s known them for A DAY they are in his head and they’re in his heart, and fuck it, he comes back and helps them save the day (and so many days after) and they are SO HAPPY


Then there’s FORCE AWAKENS. 

Where we have this guy who about to get executed, but at the last minute he’s saved by a guy who desperately wants to escape, because he doesn’t want to be a weapon. He’s dressed like the enemy, but he says it’s a rescue.

And even though Poe has suffered so much torture at the hands of these people he’s just like OKAY I TRUST YOU LET’S FUCKING DO THIS

and then they’re escaping he realizes those bastards never even gave his savior a NAME and he’s like:


And Finn is like YES, YES IT IS. 

But then it’s NOT cool because things go wrong and he tries really hard to save Poe but there IS no Poe and all there is a jacket, but he takes it, because even though it was so brief, they had this CONNECTION , and he wants to remember this brave man who gave him a name and got him OUT of hell

But then, OMG.






HAVE MY JACKET AND MY HEART (oh fuck I did a shipping thing sorry I’ll stop now)



Let’s go back to that grumpy smuggler. 

Sadly because of reasons he has become a grumpy smuggler once again. 






And last but not least (THERE IS NO LEAST, EVERYTHING IS AMAZING) we’ve got Finn and Rey

They start off a little rocky because of misunderstandings 

And also, explosions

but 20 minutes later…

they are BFFs and SO FUCKING DELIGHTED with each other

And they kinda get pulled in different directions for a second because they’ve both got SOME SHIT going on, but the SECOND he realizes she’s in danger, it’s NOPE. I WILL GO TO THE LAST PLACE IN THE GALAXY I WANT TO BE FOR YOU. I WILL RISK EVERYTHING. 


I just love them all so much. I’m so happy they found each other. MY HEART. 


favourite queens in no specific order [1/?]: adore delano

“I do have really dirty tights. They smell like feet. I’m too punk to wash my tights.”


Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 


“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

kittyl234  asked:

Hc's for how overwatch reacts to smol S/O?

((Heya so sorry but the max we do is five characters so I hope you don’t mind if it’s only five - Mod Tez))

Originally posted by valrider

Jamison Fawkes

  • He loves how smol his partner is
  • He is 100% the partner that feels proud to get things for you from high shelves.
  • Jamison is also the guy that will give you piggy backs.
  • Instead of him bending down for you to kiss him, he picks you up and has you kiss him. even if you’re not that short.
  • Cuddles with Jamison are the best.
  • Even if he squirms alot, once he gets comfy, he has basically shielded you away from seeing anything.
  • Your face will be pressed against his chest as he softly coos and combs through your hair with his hands.
  • You’ll definitely have soot in your hair but he doesn’t care.
  • He loves you no matter your height.

Originally posted by specta-a

Sombra (the waifu)

  • Is a big teaser
  • She likes to tease you about your height as a joke.
  • Mainly because she’s on the short side herself.
  • If she sees she’s upset you, she totally doesn’t get you a stuffed toy.
  • She is only a little taller than you and so she makes it a duty to bend down for kisses.
  • She likes to put you on her shoulders and say, “I’m your new legs, where do we go amiga?”
  • She isn’t gonna listen where you want to go.
  • I hope you like a walk with your new legs to the ice cream shop.
  • Your new legs love to turn invisible and make people think you float. It totally hasn’t scared grandmas half to death and Sombra definitely didn’t almost die laughing.

Originally posted by birdartonline

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes)

  • Tall and buff and grumpy.
  • The grumpiness is mostly a show cause he’s a drama king.
  • Trust me he could care less for height and actually wouldn’t notice you’re small.
  • He’s crazy used to looking down at people.
  • Will help you out when you need him to help.
  • You want a guy dead for calling you a dwarf, check. You want anyone dead, double check.
  • When he’s being affectionate in private, he likes to put his palm against yours so he can feel your presence, but also look how small your soft hand is against his big, scarred, and calloused hand.
  • He adores your hands and will totally kiss them.
  • When you cuddle at night, he covers you completely, he is the cloud that you can sleep on. He is very soft to touch but very cold. Extra blanket is highly encouraged.

Originally posted by purpledrxgon-archive

Aleksandra Zaryanova

  • She adores small people
  • Will totally pick you up and have you on her shoulders all day.
  • Kisses your forehead, cheeks, lips, everything on you.
  • She is so confident in you being awesome that she wishes you start joining her in the gym.
  • She will personally train you to have thighs and biceps that will make her want you to squeeze her face with.
  • One time she joked in Russian and said, “Buff thighs will save Russia. I believe in them!”
  • During cuddle time, you are sleeping on her chest. She will make you do so.
  • Loves to sing you to sleep with an old Russian lullaby.
  • She doesn’t believe you being small is bad and makes you believe in yourself that you’ll be a great person.

Originally posted by meatwithpotatoes

Bastion (It’s platonic I swEAR!)

  • Bastion is very curios of many things.
  • Height is one of them.
  • He likes to whirr and tilt his head to see if there’s any specific reason why you’re smaller than him and other humans.
  • Bastion chirps like Ganymede when he gives you a piggyback ride.
  • Ganymede responds to the chirps and will rest on the top of Bastion’s head, allowing you to pet him lightly.
  • While people get nerved out you are chilling with a Bastion unit, you really shouldn’t mind. He has the attitude of a five year old.
  • Small things like how small your palm is compared to his hand is very interesting.
  • Even though he can’t talk, he has a slight knowledge of sign language and will sometimes ask you questions about height.
  • He becomes very happy when he learns new things and will totally go to Zenyatta and tell him what he learned from you.

Rant about Amperprice

I have to speak my mind about Rachel and Chloe.

I absolutely adore Rachel so far. She is mysterious, beautiful, funny and sexy. It looks like you can trust her. It looks like you could spend hours and hours with her without getting bored.

I know she will be a good friend to Chloe. She will help Chloe to get over the shit she’s going through. She will be THE FRIEND that Max wasn’t.

We all know what will happen to Rachel. It’s sad and it’s not fair because she’s young and she had an amazing future waiting for her.

Chloe and Rachel together are just perfect. They look like they were made to each other. It’s just easy for them. Being together. It’s easy for us to ship them. Those dialogues are seriously killing me.

However, a lot of thoughts come to my mind when I’m not playing.

When we play LiS 1, there are a lot of references about Rachel being a slut, being a not trustworthy person. No one really seemed to know Rachel Amber. She had mystery and we thought that maybe Chloe was the only one who really knew her. But then we enter in Frank’s RV and we find out that Rachel was banging him, she planned to leave Arcadia Bay with him and leave Chloe behind. She lied to Chloe and she was gonna betray her. Who can blame Chloe for her reaction?

Now, playing Before the Storm, I understand Chloe more than ever. (And I understood her a lot in LiS 1).

Chloe and Max weren’t an easy thing. Chloe is pissed off in LiS 1 and Max has to take all of that. And there she is. Max takes all the fury from Chloe because she know she has to do it, she has to redeem herself for all those years she wasn’t there for Chloe.

Yes, Max left Chloe and ignored her during 5 years. Can we blame Max? She was a child and a child doesn’t know what is the right thing to do.

Rachel appears when Chloe needs a friend.

Max appears when Chloe needs a hero. Max saving Chloe’s life is all that makes sense to me. I really think it’s their destiny to be together.

Then… there’s the storm. I think Rachel has powers. She can change the weather as we could see in that fire party at the end of the episode. Maybe Max didn’t provoke the storm. Maybe Rachel did (being dead). Chloe said at the beach in ep. 5: “Maybe this is Rachel’s revenge. Our revenge.”

Maybe Rachel didn’t want Chloe to be with Max. Maybe Rachel wanted Chloe to be dead and be with her… that would explain why she provoked the storm and let Max think that she was the one who was changing the weather with her rewinding time.

After all, Max has the vision of the tornado even before she starts using her powers. First: tornado’s vision. Second: saving Chloe’s life in the bathroom.

That would explain why there is no tornado if Max chooses to sacrifice Chloe. Rachel is happy with that choice so there is no tornado.

Also there’s that shit going on with the spirit animals. I’m sure Chloe’s is the butterfly. I didn’t know if the deer was Max’s or Rachel’s. Now I know it’s Max’s because Rachel’s spirit animal is the raven. Have you read the totem at the park when playing BtS? It says: “The raven stands for transformation. Its grinning face betrays its trickster spirit. (…) The raven is to be respected, never trusted.”

I don’t know why but I think Rachel manipulates people. Maybe she is manipulating us, as players. We have to choose between saving Chloe or saving a thousands of people from the storm she provoked? Maybe she is the one who’s sacrificing Arcadia Bay, not us.

You know what? Rachel is beautiful and badass and sexy and funny……….. but I don’t trust her.

Max is pure and honest. Yes, she made mistakes. Who hasn’t?

Chloe deserves to live and deserves to be with Max.

Bae > Bay

Caulfield > Amber


When your husband wants to take your daughter everywhere so he can show how adorable and amazing his barely speaking child is.

I don’t really have a name for the couple’s little girl.Though, as most mixed raced children take after their caucasian parent, I imagine that she has most of McCree’s coloring, but with lighter skin than Jesse. With who her parents are, I also think she’s bound to be called handsome than beautiful when she fully grows up.

And yes, this is a sort of sequel to the werewolf McCree and Dragon Host Hanzo AU, because that’s what @ovalnephrite requested. 

Long post again! Sorry for the long block :3

Last time Victoria and Lord M saw each other they parted liked this

If this is how they say goodbye from now on, I will die a happy death.

bartender!jin + he’s just not that into you au

No matter how many times Jin ran over the totals report for the other night the numbers didn’t seem to be adding up. He had spent an almost mind numbing amount of time calculating receipts and cursing his father for not trusting any of his staff enough to tally their own totals for the night—and granted, the old geezer had every right not to trust his staff before Jin had stepped in, pulling rank and firing the four or five servers and bar backs that were pocketing tips from the cash register. But that was before and this wasn’t Jin’s area of expertise, no he ran the front of house, he managed the staff, made sure the bar was impeccable, and the floor was running smoothly. All this shit, the accountant shit was his brothers job.

But the useless fuck had managed to weasel vacation time out of their Dad and sure, maybe he deserved it but Seokjin had been working the same weekends and holiday shifts he’d been pulling year round, granted Jin didn’t have a newborn or wife but semantics.

“Knock knock.”

Jin barely managed to tear his eyes away from the receipts spread out in front of him, but when he does he’s met with sultry brown eyes and a pouty lower lip—also known as last nights mistake, or if he were to be more specific Seulgi. Jin cards a hand through a his blonde locks and braces himself for what he knows is coming, because he makes a habit of not sleeping with his employees but shit just doesn’t always pan out, now does it?

“Hey, babe.” He nods, “Did you need something?”

She smirks at the pet name and Jin mentally chastises himself for thinking he could try and maintain the endearing manager-employee relationship they hadd before, “No. Just thought I’d drop by… you scheduled me for swing instead of my morning shift.”

“Yeah,” Jin begins slowly, gesturing with his pen and wishing she would speed it up, because he had work to do.

“Um,” she begins to lose confidence when he doesn’t react, only blankly stares at her as though she’s stating the obvious, “I-I had a lot of fun last night.”

Jin sucks his lower lip between his teeth before nodding, “Yeah, it was.”

A pregnant pause follows his answer and he doesn’t go to fill it because there’s nothing to say. Last night was a mistake on his part but they were both consenting adults and she was just as much at fault as he was—he made no promises and he sure has hell had no intentions of making any now.

“Did you schedule me tonight on purpose?” She asks quietly.

“Seulgi,” Jin says, his voice stern but not cold, “We’re short staffed and I needed a hostess, that’s why I scheduled you.”

Seulgi’s lips form a perfect ‘o’ and it’s as if realization only just dawned on her. Seokjin pretends not to notice the a awkward atmosphere he’s created.

“We good, now?” He implores when it’s all but silent in the office, save for her scuffing her work shoes. She nods mutely but her jaws clenched, “I’ll see you on the floor then.”

Jin winces at the force she uses the slam the already creaky door shut before returning his attention to those damn totals and deposits.

You heard somewhere in a movie that all you needed was twenty seconds, just twenty second of an insane amount of courage, twenty seconds of near embarrassing bravery and it would all be worth it in the end—that you would reap something great for all your efforts.

But sometimes, as it is, life is unfair. And you can try and try, and give it your all but sometimes you lose. For no profound reason, or life lesson, but because the universe deemed it necessary, to keep balance. And even if you’ve won nine hundred and ninety-nine times sometimes it feels like all you remember is your one lost.

“Why isn’t he calling me back?” You murmur, worrying your lip between your teeth.

Your cellphone had been sitting in your hand for the better part of the night, no better part of the week waiting for his call, his text, his anything. You had refused to go anywhere without your phone, you brought it with you into the bathroom, when you were doing yoga, sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night just to check, because you didn’t want to miss it. And the circumstance was no different now, even with your hair bundled in a towel and your face, freshly scrubbed pressed against the flannel of your pajama pants while you sit on your bedroom floor. You look down and wiggle your toes, painted cornflower blue this week, in an attempt to distract yourself.

Another sigh leaves your lips and you try not to wallow in regret because you should’ve given up four days ago but it stung.

Your twenty seconds of courage hand landed you a date with Min Yoongi, the apple of your eye since you had entered college—the two of you were acquaintances, you didn’t know each other well enough to be labeled friends. But you knew from the moment you saw him that he would star in every horribly cheesy eighties rom com fantasy you had from that day on. A crush.

A college crush and your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest when you worked up the nerve at a frat party. You didn’t go out often but you made an exception, because you were gonna do it that night. You would swallow your fears and have your twenty seconds of insane courage because Min Yoongi was worth more than that.

So with sweaty palms and a hummingbird heartbeat you had approached him when the party was in full swing, his cheeks were flushed from the liquor and he was surrounded by a group of guys. As if that wasn’t scary enough, he was a good deal older than you, a senior to your freshman but he TA’d one of your classes and sometimes he put smiley faces on your test papers. So with wide eyes and Yoongi looking at you curiously if but a bit expectantly you had asked him, in front of all those people and if he gave even the slightest inclination of discomfort you would’ve backed out. But he didn’t.

He smiled at you warmly, ignoring the whoops and hollers and pulling you to sit down next to him the couch. You nearly fainted when he threw an arm around you, brushed your hair behind your ear to speak a ’yes’ over the thumping bass.

And then was the actual date.

He was everything you thought he’d be, witty, intelligent, with a dry humor that bordered self deprecating and you could barely keep your eyes off him. His black fringe was overgrown but he managed well enough, his eyes smiling at you whenever you tripped over your words or flushed too deep at a compliment.

“You’re cute and sweet,” he said, pushing a strand of hair off your face, “Like the girl next door I never had, you know?”

You just let out a soft laugh because you didn’t know, but you knew you liked the compliment, you would’ve liked any compliment he gave you. He could’ve said he liked your fingernail on your left pointer and you probably would have combusted right there. He stopped you in front of the fountain in the middle of the quad, his hands cupping your cheeks and you thought this was it. He was going to kiss you—

…r forehead?

“I had fun tonight.” He murmured.

“Me too.” You breathe.

“I have an early morning tomorrow, but you’ll be okay to make it up to your dorm?” He queries, and his hands are still on your cheeks, stroking the skin, you don’t think you can breathe much less answer but…

“Mhm,” you choke out and Yoongi sends you a small smile.

“Great. I’ll call you, then, yeah?” He retracts his hands and they’re being shoved into pockets.

And you’re nodding at him, biting your lip to contain a dumb grin before he’s waving at you with both hands and walking backwards.

Boys were confusing, you decide. And you had never been that great with them, or confident. You realized early on people saw you as the ‘little sister type,’ you were always too sweet, and too soft and they were afraid of hurting you but you somehow ended up being hurt either way.

“Is being nice such a bad thing?” You grumble to yourself before kicking your phone away from you.

“Guys just aren’t into sweet girls, nowadays babe.” Krystal coos to you and she sends you a glare when you’re glancing back down at your phone. “Please don’t tell me you’re still waiting on Min fucking Yoongi’s call.”

“I’m sure he’ll call.” You grumble before flicking at your full glass of beer—if you left this one untouched again Krystal would probably force you to give her the six bucks it was worth but you didn’t do well with alcohol. “And what’s so horrible about being sweet?”

“Nothing!” Krystal jumps to reassure you, but you didn’t believe it this time around, “it’s just you’re the marrying type, you know? The good girl and not the kind that’s like only bad for daddy. You’re the kind of girl guys bring home to meet their mom.”

“So what am I supposed to do just never have sex until I’m married?” You sigh, before proceeding stubbornly, “I really liked Yoongi and I think he liked me too!”

“Maybe, I don’t know, change your image a little, so you’re not so girl next door,” you wince at her unintentional repetition of Yoongi’s earlier words but still, you glance from Krystal to yourself.

There was a vast difference in appearance, from her jeans that seemed to be painted on to her simple camisole top—her style was simplistic but emphatic, plus her model like looks didn’t hurt either. You on the either hand… you weren’t ugly, far from it and you knew that but like she said you were just so sweet looking and any attempts to dress sexy or posh like Krystal looked disturbing like a twelve year old trying on their big sisters clothes. So you stuck to flannels and mom jeans, boring but at least you didn’t look weird.

“But you know what,” Krystal chimes, interrupting your train of thought, “maybe you’re right. You have a good read on people. Yoongi’s a TA he’s probably swamped with work and honestly ___, I know you don’t know this but… you can be kind of intimidating.”

Even Krystal winces at her own lie but she pushes through it when she sees your eyes light up.

Me? Intimidating?” You repeat.

“Yeah!” She says, forcing enthusiasm. God why did you have to look so fucking adorable and doe-eyed it made it really hard to tell you the truth. “I mean, you give off this like too good for you church girl vibe you know? Like… ‘You can’t have my virginity, you gotta work for it in the name of Jesus!’”

You open your mouth and tilt your head at her, not entirely sure that was a compliment, but you never get a chance to ask your question because she’s barreling on.

“But tell you what” Krystal says brightly, “why don’t you forget Min Yoongi and let me introduce you to my friend Jimin.”

“Jimin?” You frown, you remember her mentioning something about him in the past, but it was always in passing and it never stuck.

“Yes, Jimin. He’s a freshman like you and he’s in my communications class.” And then suddenly her focus isn’t on you anymore, she’s too busy pulling up her Facebook on her phone to flash you a picture, “He’s sweet and he reminds me so much of you it’s crazy.”

“Then why don’t you date him.” You grumble stubbornly but she hears it and smacks you on the arm.

“Don’t sass me I’m only trying to help.” She rolls her eyes. “What do you think of him?”

You take the phone from her hands to get a better look at him and you cock your head to the side. He had a sweet looking face, so innocent and cherubic… he was attractive but you couldn’t imagine yourself kissing him and it made you wonder if that’s how people felt when they saw you? And then that made you sad, so you handed her phone back soundlessly.

“So?” she prods.

“He’s cute.” You relent with a shrug, but you feel unsure, uncomfortable and you loved Krystal to death but she had a way of… pushing her agenda on you.

And Park Jimin happened to be the first bullet point listed.

“Perfect I’ll text him and set up the date.” She says almost instantly and you’re clutching her wrist before she can do anything of the sort.


“But?” she insists.

“He’s not my type.” You sigh, before adjusting the brim of your hat, and remind yourself that people—girls don’t wear hat in bars, at least not in the way you’ve styled it, with a half ass ponytail and some converse. You look like you’re about to babysit someone’s kid.

“What do you mean he’s not your type, ____?” Krystal scoffs in that way she does when she’s trying to give you tough love but you’re soft and it kind of hurts your feelings, “Why? Because he looks like he’ll actually return your texts?”

You look up at her on that note and you can tell she regrets the words almost as soon as they leave her mouth but it’s fine, it’s the truth, it’s not her fault you were sensitive. It doesn’t change the stiff smile you give her before nodding solemnly.

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“I’m just gonna head to the bar, yeah?” You say with a lightness you don’t feel, and then you’re making your way over, pushing through throngs of sweaty, gyrating people in an attempt to forget that you were so easily undesirable. “Don’t wait up for me, I’ve got cab money.”

Jin loved and hated college night. Because it was fun, he didn’t go out much these days, at least not in the way he used to in his college days so he got to be apart of the party without actually… being in the party. But at the same time, the bar was slammed, the waitresses had them overflowing with orders not to mention the orders from patrons, impatiently flagging him down—on top of all that they were short a bar back so Jin was running back and forth to try and fill orders as well as making sure they stayed afloat with liquor and beer. But he was used to this. This was his life, it was fun and exciting and busy and he enjoyed his work. So he navigated smoothly, managing to pick up forgotten orders and stop more than one drunken fight.

“We’re eighty-six on Malibu and pine.” someone calls over his shoulder and he turns back smoothly, cocking a brow.

“The Malibu or the pine?” He scoffs.


“What the fuck are they doing in the back? Snorting it?” Jin groans before doubling back to cancel all ten orders of Malibu and pine because college girls loved that shit and would run it through an IV if they could.

It isn’t until he’s about all but cleared the raging hormonal fucks from his bar that he finally spots you, you’re so tiny he probably would’ve missed you if it wasn’t for the added height of the barstool, still he makes sure to check you when he doubles back.

“Hey, you doing okay? What can I get for—whoa.” He says before throwing the dishrag over his shoulder. He rubs a hand behind his neck before tipping his head at you, “You mind if I uh, see I.D.?”

You almost don’t hear him over the rushing over your ears because he’s beautiful enough to induce that type of reaction. His hair is platinum blonde and disheveled and he somehow manages to make perspiration look like a glowy, sparkling mist kissing his skin but mostly his cheekbones. His cheeks are flushed from exertion and he licks his lips, waiting for you to respond but you were caught up in the veins of his arm, and the way they danced their way up under the rolled sleeves of his dress shirts.

“I-… I sorry…” you stammer and it’s not from nervousness, not that kind, because you don’t like him, you’re not attracted to him. But he just has one of those faces. The kind that’s so beautiful it’s almost shocking and you think about how good he’d look with Krystal before handing him over your drivers license.

“21.” He hums, glancing at your picture before back at you, “A good year. Sorry about that, you look really, really young. The last thing I need are the cops in this place, you understand.”

You nod quietly and don’t mention that he was kind of rude, because you were used to it.

“So what can I get you?” He asks, and the bar is dead enough now that he can brace two arms on it and relax for one fucking second.

“Can I just get whatever you have on tap?” You ask and you to raise your voice from practice, from years of being told you’re too soft spoken.

“You got it.”

It isn’t another minute before he’s setting your beer down in front of you and unlike the last that Krystal has plied you with you actually drink this one because you want to, because you’re sad and you deserve it. Your brain is swimming with countless thoughts of Yoongi, some of Krystal and the boy she wanted to set you up with—jimmy? You couldn’t remember his name, but you should probably take her up on it because unlike you, your friends had an unlikely knack for actually finding guys that were interested in you. The only thing was you were rarely ever interested in them. Was it so bad to want to explore outside of your league of accountants and research assistants? You were 21, you wanted fun, and despite Krystal’s insistence on you being the marrying type and scaring guys off, it wasn’t like you wanted to get married right now either.

No. You just wanted sex. A hookup, a boyfriend. Fuck something.

Somewhere along the way your one beer had doubled and then tripled until you were leaning your face on your palm and close to falling asleep on the bar. Because you weren’t a loud drunk, God no, even inebriated you couldn’t express yourself properly and while you couldn’t handle your alcohol you at least weren’t sloppy or messy. Just a little drowsy and slightly disheveled, which is what drew Jin to you when the night was dying down and he was tallying the nights receipts against the bar, ready to close out.

“Hey,” he calls out, tapping the brim of your hat when you don’t respond right away and you’re startled into a state of awareness when he’s leaning on his elbows to talk to you, “you good? You got a friend, boyfriend here to take you home? Or you need a cab.”

Your patting your cheeks to wake you up before shaking your head, “Sorry are you guys closing? I’m just gonna wal—”

“Please don’t.” He sighs and your raising a brow at him, “it’d be mighty inconvenient for me if you were drunk and murdered and my bar was tied to your case on the front page news.”

You glare at him before sweeping bangs from your face, “How considerate of you.”

“Can’t have anyone sullying our good name—even patrons.” He grins before nodding at you, “Let me call you a cab.”

“I told you I’ll be fine. I don’t have money for one anyway. I spent it all on your overpriced alcohol.”

“It’s overpriced because we don’t water it down like the other bars on this block. Besides no one told your broke ass to go drinking, I should just let you get murdered, little girl.” He retorts, and he’s almost amused by how you’re glaring at him, “But you remind me of my niece so I won’t.”

It was poor timing on his part. Because while it wasn’t this bartender—who, now that you glanced at his name tag, you knew as Jin instead of 'blonde asshole'—who was responsible for years and years of being compared to things like babies and puppies and nieces and sisters and just fucking the most platonic and non-fuckable things on the planet, life was all about timing. You knew that better than anyone because you apparently were shit at. And so was he. Because with all the liquor and bottled up emotions coming to a head and years of just sheer frustration of being treated like a kid when you were a grown ass woman, you started spilling over.

“You’re a real jerk, you know that?” You spew and while he’s slightly surprised by your outburst, he’s had enough years training with drunks that he masks it well, “Don’t you think that makes me feel like shit? I’m not someone’s niece or kid sister or a goddamn puppy! I’m a woman. Who wants things and has dreams and aspirations and fucking job and apartment and desires. Like actual, real dick me down desires but I can’t ever say any of that because it’s weird because I’m everyone’s kid sister. Well news fucking flash I’m not. I’m not the girl next door, I’m just a regular person who is trying and failing to get laid and people like you are the reason I can’t.”

Jin blinks at you at a few times before raising a hand at the staff who were still straggling behind, picking up here and there and openly staring at you.

“Me?” He repeats, “I’m the sole purpose that your sex life—or rather lack thereof, is failing?”

“Not you, per se but people like you!” You point an accusing finger at him before leaning back with a pout and Jin wonders if you know how childish you look.

Jin closes his eyes because he did not need this shit but the quicker he got you to spill the quicker he got you the fuck out of here and he was on his merry fucking way. He rubs the back of his head before gesturing to you.

“Go ahead.” He sighs, “Unload, then.”

“Try not to sound so enthusiastic about it.” You grunt.

“Well excuse the fuck out of me, Jan, I just finished a ten hour shift and despite what quirky sitcoms suggest bartenders aren’t actually here to listen to your problems, in fact we don’t want to, I sure as fuck don’t make a therapist salary and even therapist have to go see therapist because people dump on them so much. So no I’m not too fucking fond of hearing your shitty boy problems but lay them on me so I can clock the fuck out and go to bed.” He sighs.

“Jan?” You frown.

“You know,” he says, gesturing wildly, “from the Brady Bunch. She was the much younger, much uglier sister, always bitching about Marcia? Doesn’t ring a bell—how fucking old are you?

“Not old enough.” You scoff, “And are you calling me ugly?”

“I’m calling you a brat,” he corrects, “now spill. Who’s the guy?”

You bite your lip for a moment before eyeing him suspiciously, “He’s my TA.”

“So an older dude, I’m assuming.” Jin reasons, “And what? Is he leading you around by the tail?”

It was such an outdated phrase that you wince at his age showing, making him glare.

“He said he would call and he didn’t.” You explain before letting out an exasperated sigh, “But the date went so well! And he was always so nice to me in class and when I asked him out at the party he said yes and he was so affectionate. And then before the night ended he kissed me on the forehead, which God! I know screams platonic but my friend Jisoo said she knows a girl who knows this guy who has a cousin who’s sister used to always get forehead kissed by this dude so she thought they were friends and then five years down the road they ended up getting married—”

“Okay stop.” Jin says, waving a hand in front of you before pinching the bridge of his nose, “When you asked him out at the party did he happen to be drunk?”

“He seemed buzz but I—”

“Were there a lot of people around when you did it?” He sighed.

“I mean his friends, yeah but what does that have to do wit—”

“It was a pity date.” Jin says firmly and your narrowing your eyes on him.

“How do you know that?” You glare, “Maybe he likes me—”

“You put him in an uncomfortable position and when I look at you I look at a girl that while I wouldn’t date you I wouldn’t go out of my way to like fucking crush your spirits.” He explains, “He went on the date out of obligation but he’s not returning your calls because he wasn’t feeling it.”

“But he could have not returned my calls for any reason!” You argue.

Seokjin pins you with a bored expression, “Name one.”

“He could’ve been busy at work, or maybe I missed it and it went to voicemail or maybe he got hit by a car and died! I don’t know!”

“Kid,” Jin sighs, “If it looks like shit, and it smells like shit it’s probably shit. He’s dodging you because he doesn’t want you.”

You pretend not to feel the sharp tug of pain at his words and barrel on, plied with liquid courage, “But I told you! I knew this girls who knew this girl—”

“There will always be girls who know girls who know girls who have been in the exact shitty situation that you have been in that ended up with a happy ending.” Jin laughs bitterly before jabbing a finger at the pristine surface of the bar, “But they’re the exception and you’re the rule.”

“What’s the rule?” You querie.

“That if a guy wants you he’ll bust ass to prove it to you.” Jin states, “Women claim men are simple creatures but love to complicate the facts.”

“Well how do you know I’m not an exception too?” You implore stubbornly.

“Because, if we were all exceptions then there wouldn’t be a rule, now would there?” Jin says, tonguing his cheek as he leaned back against the opposite bar. “Who is this guy? I’ll tell you if he’s an ass or not, I have a way of telling through names.”

“Yoongi.” You say softly but you’re looking down at the smooth surface of the bar so you don’t see Jin’s eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Min Yoongi?” Jin presses and your head is lifting hopefully.

“You know him?” You ask.

“He’s a regular here. We’ve hung out a couple times. He’s too old for you.” Jin says and he hopes its off putting enough, because he knows Yoongi, knows the kind of guy he is, birds of a feather flock together after all.

And while you were bratty and kind of annoying, whether you liked it or not you really did have an endearing sister trait to you. Now Jin wasn’t necessarily gonna prostrate himself to protect you, but he’d give you advice, warn you off the guy if he could, save a good kid like you from a heartbreak.

You were too soft, too innocent and not the kind, guys like him or Yoongi, wanted to corrupt. Not the sex kitten type. No you were Lilly white, virginal type and Jin wasn’t the best of the best but he didn’t stray that far from the light.

“It’s only a four years.” You argue, and Jin pretends not to notice the soft smile that comes to your face when you talk about Yoongi.

“I’m gonna be real with you because your friends probably won’t be and I’m breaking every guy code there is out there by doing this but—” your smile slips and Jin pushes on, “He’s not going to call you and before you told me his name I was half sure of that but now I’m positive because I know Yoongi and you’re not his type.”

“And what’s his type?”

Jin glances down at your chest and you follow his line of gaze before flushing when he raises his brow at you. Your hands flutter around your flannel until your pulling it closed tightly and Jin’s rolling his eyes at you.

“Slutty.” Jin says bluntly. “So do yourself a favor and find another guy, preferably one that’s into you, around your age and not an asshole.”

You don’t look back up at him after that, because even drunk you still had your pride, and shame was burning a dark course across your cheeks, barely concealed by the low brim of your hat. So instead, you push back from your stool before sending him a gracious smile.

“Thanks Jin.” You say honestly before grabbing your purse, “I’ll just… be on my way.”

“Wait!” He’s stopping you with a hand and you blink up at him, “Let me call you a cab, on the house for like breaking your heart and shit.”

“I live down the street and one of my friends is just getting out of the club next door.” You lie. “I’ll be fine.”

He lets you go but he does it eyeing you suspiciously with an accusing finger in your direction, “Don’t get murdered… or else.”

“Got ya..” You roll your eyes and then your pushing it out of the bar and into the cold, windy streets with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t broken, it wasn’t. You were disappointed at best, you just thought that you deserved at least an explanation, right?

new drabble/au series!!!!! eeeeepppppppp theres maybe a two more chapters??? hopefully !!!!