sigh i don't want to tag

12 times peter kissed y/n

don’t hate me for this


  1. As toddlers, you and Peter met at daycare. You approached him after thinking of him- as your mother still teases you with- “the least stupid kid there” and after a solid day of block tower building, you kissed his cheek before leaving.
  2. As older children, you were just as heartbroken to hear that Uncle Ben had passed. Uncountable tears flowed and on his funeral, Peter receives a small, tear-flavoured kiss on his cheek. He squeezed your hand carefully and somehow managed to give you a small smile, though quickly tears were running down both his and your cheeks again.
  3. As a fourteen year old, you caught Peter staring at you. After teasing him relentlessly for days, you said “No hard feelings, bug” and kissed his respective cheek again, only to have his face turn the brightest shade of red and your laugh to echo through the cafeteria.
  4. As fifteen year olds, you two started dating and after you first date, there was the first actual kiss. In front of your apartment building, hiding for the rain after Peter walked you home from the arcade. It was a longing, sweet kiss waiting to happen and after laughing at Peter’s “Damn”, it was followed by more. Many more since that happened.
  5. At sixteen, you walked in on Peter in the spidey suit, your mouth dropping open. “Woah-holy shit” is the only noise that you made after a solid two minutes of staring as Peter tried, and failed, to explain what was actually going on. You shut him up with a kiss, the heart soaring kind that you melt into and all was well.
  6. At eighteen, you got a call from an unknown number. After picking up, you were told by Tony Stark himself that Peter got hurt on a mission, that he was in a critical condition and a car was on the way to pick you up. Your world stopped. You dropped your phone and after sobbing for a good moment, you picked your phone back up as you hurried down your apartment building. A kiss quickly followed as you saw Peter, straight out of surgery and perfectly fine- bless Tony Stark.
  7. As twenty three year olds, you kissed Peter with the biggest smile on your face after you both had signed your joining apartment, in front of your landlord’s office. Real. Official. Proud. More happy than anything.  
  8. At twenty six, your mouth fell open as Peter sank down on one knee. After nodding and yelling yes over the traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge, which earned applause from bystanders and Ned filming every bit, you pulled him up a bit and kissed him in the way your heart skips a beat or two.
  9. As twenty eight year olds, you two finally got married. As cliche it is, one of the best days of your life, accompanied with one of the best kisses of your life.
  10. At thirty two, after the most painful and tiring moment of your life, you shared a sweet, short kiss. In Peter’s arms was the baby girl that you were more then happy to call you yours.
  11. At fifty, after letting out a deep sigh, you tilted your head to give Peter a kiss. You already felt sad, even though your daughter had barely left the driveway.
  12. “I love you so much” Ninety nine. A short kiss, one that tasted like tears and remembrance. Peter closed his eyes.

tags: @travelwithwords @khai-day-the-13th @courtney-chanelle @spiderween @cabinetxbattles 

i want to be tagged

Hunk’s heart clenched. “You want a kiss?”

Shiro jolted and shot him a wild look. “I’m sorry?”  Right. Hunk held up one of the candies for Shiro to see. That made him crack a smile, and he held out his left hand to take it. “Thank you.”

After an accident that cost him his arm and his position on the first manned Mars mission, Shiro transfers to work at the Jet Propulsion Lab. Shortly after, Hunk gains a secret admirer.

These facts are probably coincidental.

All About that Space by @bosstoaster

si nos amas, salva nos
  • Person behind the camera: okay, Lana and Jen, I'm going to take a picture of you two.
  • Lana/JMo: *get closer and start wrapping their arms around each other*
  • Person: no, no. What do you think you are doing?
  • Lana/JMo: posing for the picture?!
  • Person: no, that won't work. Keep your distance.
  • Lana/JMo: Fine.
  • - after photo has been taken -
  • Lana: I never agreed to not share it. I'm gonna post it on Instagram.
  • JMo: ugh. I wish I could post it too.
  • Lana: don't worry, I got it covered. I'll post it on Twitter and Facebook as well.
  • Person: *sighs*
  • Lana: Snapchat? No, not Snapchat... I want it permanent. And I'm going to tag it swanqueen.
  • Person: *speechless*
  • Lana/JMo: *high five*
  • Lana: I wonder if MySpace is still a thing...

Camouflage dog!

Being difficult:
  • Harley: *sitting on the sidewalk with a broken high heel refusing to go any further*
  • Joker: "I'll get it fixed, darling. Just get up."
  • Harley: "No! I don't feel like walkin' anymore!"
  • *heavy sigh*
  • Joker: "Fine..."
  • Harley: *smiles as she gets picked up and carried back to the car*
  • Joker: "I could drop you if I wanted..."
  • Harley: "You're not gunna drop me!"
  • *tips her over*
  • Joker: "Wanna bet?"
  • Harley: "PUDDIN, NO!"
  • *clings to him like a koala*
In reverse (Part 4)

hey, i didn’t read this before posting.

hey, i wrote this at 3. 20 something a.m

hey, i need to sleep

Part 1
Part 2

Part 3

Archive of our Own ♥ 

Lotor has always been a lonely person. He never truly had any friends apart from Allura while growing up.

It wasn’t like he didn’t try bonding with others, he did! But people never like him so much. They Galra children were mean to him thanks to his looks, and nobody talked to him. He was always ignored and left behind.

Alteans children weren’t so different. They made fun of the color of his skin and said awful things about him. But not Allura.

They weren’t the best of friends since Allura was only good to him because she was a princess and had to behave, but they built a pretty good friendship from that. And really, Lotor was happy. He couldn’t complain.  

“Finally a friend,” he thought.

Lotor regretted losing Allura, Alfor and every good altean he met. After the fall of Altea, he felt even lonelier than before. He had lost a friend and a second family.

He resented his father for what he did.

Recovering Allura in his life, even as an enemy, was a gift for Lotor.

They friendship was broken, of course. His father had kill her family, and he was now leading his armies against her in order to please Zarkon’s wishes. But he was still glad to talk with her.

It was odd, really. They were enemies, but he could still stop and have a chat with her and her paladins.

Without realizing, he started meeting the princess once in a while in equal ground to talk for a bit. She always trying to convince him to join them and stop whatever thing he was doing, or just talking about old times.

Lotor never fails to notice how in those meetings the Blue Paladin is the only one of the paladins that talks to him and even stands by his side, keeping him company. Of course, Lotor sees this as a friendly and kind action. He doesn’t think too much about it

But Lance calls him “My prince” and Lotor is surprised. He wants to think he’s joking, but the paladin keeps calling him sweet names and giving him compliments once in a while and really, Lotor is not sure what to do about it. Sometimes he laughs or smiles politely, but most of the time he blushes.

Lotor doesn’t mind, and starts finding it funny even when he feels embarrassed.

He gathered the courage to answer. “Good bye, my paladin.” He feels motivated to keep saying it after he sees a big smile on Lance’s face.

They start talking, and it’s nice. Lotor feels a bit confused by this change, but he can’t truly complain. The Blue paladin has proven to be a nice and friendly person, and Lotor couldn’t help but being attracted to him. Their talks are simple and about nothing important, but the prince enjoys them deeply.

Lance becomes a dear friend to him.

But then Lance starts calling him endearments, and calling him “My love”. And Lotor is not so sure anymore if that’s how friends behave.

Lance gets closer to him. He touches his shoulder or pats his back. It weirds out Lotor at first, not used to having anyone doing something like that to him. It’s strange, and Lotor gives Lance a funny look the first time he grabs his shoulder.

But he says nothing, and allows the paladin to be close.

Then he touches his hair, and Lotor is again confused and surprised by this.


“Because I need to prove if it’s as soft as it looks. Now, stop complaining and come here.” He doesn’t understand where the sudden need of the paladin to feel his hair came from, but he doesn’t put any restrains.

He shivers when he feels Lance’s fingers softly playing with hair.

“Are you satisfied?” He asks.


And when he lets his hands falls, he caress his neck with so much tenderness that made Lotor jump and blushed like crazy. He looks at Lance scandalize and confused, but the human was smiling. Oblivious of what he had done.

Lotor swallows hard. He was not used to having someone touching him so much. Even when Lance’s actions are small, they do an amazing number on him.  

Something changes. His meetings with Allura becomes shorter, and his conversations with Lance longer. He wonders why the princess is always on a hurry, but he can’t truly complain when he earns more time with Lance.

He becomes eager to see him.  But suddenly Lance is not waiting for him anymore, not looking at him so much or even talking to him. He tried waiting to see a reaction of the Blue paladin, he hoped he would suddenly look for him again. But he didn’t.

So he takes a step forward, grabs Lance’s hand and invites him to stay with him for a chat. He tries to flirt like Lance did many times with him. He knows he’s probably making a fool of himself, but he doesn’t care. Lance is laughing and he looks beautiful. And it made Lotor happy too.

He leaves to a planet, he has duties to attend. To his surprise, he sees Lance there and feels the need to run to him and greet him. But his guards are close, and they could tell the Witch about his meetings with Voltron or try to attack the Paladin.

Lotor takes Lance by the wrist, he doesn’t lets him talk much before guiding him to a dark alley, away from his guards.

“Ok, I think we are safe her–” Lance hugs him, and it takes him by surprise as always.

Lotor feels a pleasant warm spread in his chest. He hesitates a bit, but he returns the hug. Embracing the paladin on his arms. They are so close, and it makes Lotor anxious. A good anxious. His heart beats, and he swears his cheeks are blushing like they always do when he’s with Lance.

He hands are on his waist, holding him close. He doesn’t want to let him go.

The kind of intimacy they were sharing in those moment was something he had never experienced before, and Lotor just wanted to cling to Lance’s body.

To get more and more of him.

Lance moves, and now they are staring. The boy bits his lips, and Lotor takes a deep breath. Lance’s eyes are shining, and Lotor is not stupid. He knows what the paladin is waiting for. And God, he craves it too. But he is unsure.

What does he feel? Is it desire? Is it love?

Maybe he was only starved-touch.

Lance breaks apart. The moment is gone and the paladin only gives him a kiss on the cheek.

He feels a little bit sad, to be honest.

“It’s good to see you, my prince.”

Lotor’s smile returns, and he nods leaning to kiss him on the cheek too. “The pleasure is all mine, my paladin.”

He swallows and shakes his head. Being near to the Blue paladin always makes funny things to him. He clears his throat and starts talking, trying to ignore what happened between them, at least for now.

Lance stays for a week. And it’s wonderful. Lotor manages to get rid of his guards, so he can be with Lance all the time. He feels truly happy, and he doesn’t feel as lonely as before. He finally has someone with him, and it was Lance. He was his friend and so much more.

Lotor slowly comes into terms with his feelings, and realizes he likes Lance in the romantic way. And how could he not? The paladin was adorable. He was funny, good-looking, kind, and just perfect to Lotor’s eyes.

“It’s time for me to go.”  

“What? Why?” Says Lotor looking alarmed.

“Lotor, I finished my mission days ago. I need to return to my team, they need me.”

“Can’t you stay a bit longer?” Lotor takes his hand. His grip on him strong. He doesn’t want to let Lance go.

“I’m sorry, but I told you I need to go.”

He frowns and panic settles in his chest. He knows he looks pathetic, looking so devastated, but he didn’t care. Lotor embrace Lance in his arms, hugging tightly. His heart breaking at the thought of Lance leaving him after realizing he was in love with him.

“I need to tell him!”

Lance cups his face on his hands, obliging him to look at him. Lotor recognizes it, the same longing look they share in the dark alley and he decides he won’t let that opportunity go away.

Slowly, he leans forward. He can feel his heart beating fast and his cheeks blushing. He is nervous, but not afraid.

They kiss and Lotor can’t believe what’s happening. He tries to be soft, sweet. To show Lance through the kiss how much he cares for him, how much he likes him. Lance responds with eagerness, and Lotor makes a surprise noise.

He makes his best to follow and to repeat some of Lance’s movements.  

The kiss is kind at first, but it gets a bit intense with time. Lotor wants more, and so does Lance he can tell. But the prince stops before things can get out of control. Lance’s lips are red from their make out and Lotor can’t help to give him a few kisses more.

Being new to the experience, he only wanted more.

Lance chuckles. “I think I can try to talk with Allura and see if I can stay a bit longer.”  

Lotor nods, making Lance laugh even more. The boy takes his helmet, gets up and leaves the room to talk with his leader in the halls. Meanwhile he stays there, touching his lips with a small smile on his face.

He sighs and lets his smile fades for a bit.

He just hopes that his happiness last.

They always say that ignorance is a bliss, Lotor.

Enjoy things while you can, my prince.

pidge bites her nails a lot so allura makes it her life’s mission to make pidge have long nice nails and gives her a real nice manicure, but pidge ruins it within minutes. allura tries to put bitter stuff on her nails, ties bags onto her hands, throw things at pidge each time she brought her nails close to her mouth, everything, to avoid her biting them, but in vain. then when allura finally gives up and flops down beside her, sighing about how she won’t be able to draw the green lion on her nails like she wanted to, pidge immediately jumps up and starts following allura around, begging for another chance.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

lumpycustard  asked:

Don't suppose you guys could update the shy Derek tag, please? I have a mighty need.

i could never say no

A Date for The Dance by graces101 (1/1 | 1,659 | G)

“So…” Scott smirked “What are you doing for the dance?”

Derek’s cheeks turned red “There’s this guy that I wanted to ask” he sighed “but we’re just friends so I can’t”

“This guy … come on Derek just ask Stiles to the dance!” Scott groans

“But he’s a friend and it could get complicated, I mean what if he says no?” he grumbles.

“Ask him and find out!” Scott shouts

“That’s the problem! I’m not very good at that stuff” Derek utters staring down at his hands.

“Like anyone is, so…?”

Derek frowned “So…..?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Scott demanded

Derek scrubs a hand over his face and sighs before walking over to the sofa, next to Scott “I was hoping you could help me” he’s face looked hopeful


Derek wants to go to the dance with Stiles, Stiles wants to go to the dance with Derek.

It should be that simply, but as usual nothing ever is.

You got my mind spinning. by skyblue993 (½ | 2,122 | R)

Stiles doesn’t think their date could go any worse, yet, it does.

I May Be A Twin But I’m One Of A Kind by Nerdy_fangirl_57 (1/1 | 2,829 | G)

Stiles tells Stuart everything. Even about his massive crush on Derek Hale. Well, he didn’t tell him it was Derek per se but he still told Stuart he was practically in love with the guy.

Then Stuart tells him that Derek asked him out. Only, Stuart is straight, so, Stiles has to pretend to be Stuart and go on a date with the guy he’s been majorly crushing on since freshman year.

Fuck his life.

The Junk Drawer by Stereksale7 (1/1 | 12,363 | NC17)

“He texted me and said he only had the cop costume on hand and that the rest were back at the club which doesn’t open until 8:30 tonight. I told him that was fine.” Erica whispers.

“What?! Oh god he’s going to dressed as a cop? There’s no way that’ll be hot for Stiles his dad’s the freaking Sheriff and he’s in the academy!” Scott franctically whispers back.

“I know that Scott but what was I going to do?! I don’t want to wait that long, Stiles’ll probably be drunk off his ass by 8:30! Just believe me okay? It won’t matter what he’s wearing he’s 100% Stiles’s type and he won’t be wearing the outfit very long anyways.” Erica whispered with a smirk.

Or in which the stripper Stiles’s friends hire for his birthday has very familiar looking eyes.

Bad At Making Friends by Sendryl (1/1 | 1,880 | PG13)

Stiles buys Derek a shirt as a joke.
Even though Derek gripes about it, he wears it.
So Stiles buys him another.
And another.
And another.

Wait for it by BenikoNiko (1/1 | 2,579 | G)

Stiles’ waiter job definitely paid off more than his student loans, when one Mr. Hale (and family) deigned a high-class restaurant with their presence.

Sam Has... What?

Happy belated birthday to @fanficsandfluff!! I hope you enjoy this and I’m sorry I got it up so late but it’s the thought that counts, right? So here it is, I really hope you like it, and again, happy birthday!


Cas stared wide-eyed at the hunter laying on his bed, absolutely speechless. He was in awe, and both Sam and Dean were completely unaware. Sam, because he was sleeping, and Dean, simply because he was human. But Cas? He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, let alone if it was even real.

Sam Winchester had angel wings.

Cas, still in complete shock, left the younger Winchester’s room and went into Dean’s. He shook Dean’s shoulder, earning himself a tired groan and a grumbled “Cas go away”. The angel only responded by shaking him harder. Dean sighed, sitting up.

“What, Cas? What is it?” Dean offered when he realized the angel was probably not going to leave until he acknowledged him.

“It’s Sam… He’s… He has wings, Dean, angel wings.” The younger man’s eyes widened, having never been more confused or scared in his life.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I was staring at them for almost a full hour. They’re there. And if they’re anything like angel wings, you can’t see them unless he wants you to see them. I can see them, because I’m an angel, but I don’t know if he’s even capable of letting you see them.”


“I’m not sure. He must’ve been cursed on the hunt yesterday. That’s the only logical explanation I can think of.”

“Okay um… I’ll check the library, see if I can find anything to reverse the… Spell, or whatever the hell this is. You stay with Sam and make sure he’s okay. Got it?” Dean planned, to which he received a nod from Castiel. “Good.” Dean got up, grabbing some clothes from his closet and a few other things before heading to the bathroom to get himself ready. Cas went into Sam’s room, seeing that he was starting to wake up.

“Logical explanation for what?” He heard Sam say, and while he was still incredibly sleepy, he overheard Cas and Dean’s conversation.

“Nothing, Sam, don’t worry about it yet. How are you feeling? Is everything okay?” Cas asked, trying and failing not to make his concern obvious.

“I’m… Fine, Cas, are you okay?” Sam asked, sitting up properly. The angel saw Sam’s wings flutter a bit as he got up and smiled, looking down at his own lap.

“Sam… There’s something you should know…” Sam was silent, giving Cas a confused look; he looked like a lost puppy and Cas almost didn’t want to tell him. “Sam, you have wings. Real, actual wings.” Sam’s eyes widened as he looked to either side of himself, seeing the dark feathers on his newfound appendages.

“What the— how the hell— Cas, what…” Sam looked at him with wide eyes, taking in small, shaky breaths.

“Sam, calm down, I don’t know how it happened. It must’ve been a spell or something, nothing we can’t solve. You’ll be okay, I promise.” Cas smiled, resting his hand on Sam’s forearm and gently rubbing his thumb against it to calm him. Sam let Cas continue, because, he won’t lie, it felt great, as he gently brought his knees up to his chest. They sat together in comfortable silence for a little bit before Sam pulled his arm back to wrap around his legs, and Cas broke the silence right after.

“Y'know,” Cas started. “You… Your wings are very beautiful, Sam.” Sam looked up at Cas with wide, confused eyes. He seemed so small in that moment, Cas couldn’t believe he was truthfully over thirty years old. He looked no bigger than a toddler, and Cas couldn’t help but smile at him. And to top it all off, he was blushing a little from the compliment.

“I don’t… What?”

“Your wings. They’re very pretty. They’re huge and unique, kind of like you in a sense. They’re a very nice looking color, close to black but not quite as dark. They were spread out beautifully while you were asleep, you must’ve been having a good dream, and, as a whole, you’re wings are incredibly gorgeous— Sam? What’s wrong?” Cas asked as he noticed that Sam’s wings had fallen noticeably and he was hugging his legs tighter, his face hidden in his knees. He was getting increasingly more red every second, and Cas thought it was adorable that he could get so embarrassed that easily. “I don’t understand, why are you so red?”

“It’s nothing, just… Stop complimenting me, Cas.”

“Sam, I still don’t see what the problem is. All I’m saying is that your wings are—”

“Don’t.” Sam interrupted, shyly curling up more; his wings actually started to wrap around him too. “I-I’m just… Not used to compliments, I’m sorry. It makes me a little uncomfortable.”

“Sam…” Cas muttered, resting his hand on Sam’s lower back and rubbing it softly, trying not to touch his wings. But, when he saw Sam smile and bite back laughter, he was smiling even wider.

“Cas– Cas stop. It’s, I-it feels weird.” Sam stuttered, sitting up straight and giggling a little.

“Sam, I don’t understand, what’s wrong?” Cas said smugly, even though he knew exactly what he was doing, but Sam didn’t have time to answer. He was letting out a steady stream of giggles as Cas gently raked his nails across Sam’s lower back. Cas soon ended up with his arm wrapped around Sam’s waist and lightly tracing shapes into his sides. Sam was giggling and pulling halfheartedly at Cas’s wrist, but Cas was effortlessly stronger than him, and could easily move Sam however he wanted with his grace, so he was trying not to struggle too much for both of those reasons. It was a little too early for him to get anything but light tickles.

“Cahaha- Cahahas hehey, stop— it tihihihickles!”

“You know, Sam,” Cas said, completely disregarding Sam’s statement as he moved closer to Sam and poked at his tummy, earning a few adorable squeaks. Sam pushed lightly at Cas’ hands, leaning further and further back to try to escape the tickly feeling until he ended up laying on his back. “It’s not that compliments make you uncomfortable—”

“Cahahas– drop it.”

“—it’s just that no one gives them to you.”

“Let it— just leave ihihit alohohone.”

“And I can change that.” Cas ceased his tickling for a minute so Sam could entirely hear what he was saying. “I’m making a resolution to give you compliments every day, from this moment on. And with that said,” Cas dig his fingers into Sam’s ribs, relishing in the loud squeak and the steady stream of giggles Sam produced.

“CAS! Dohohon’t!”

“Don’t?” Cas asked incredulously, head tilted to the side as he smiled. “Why not?”

“‘Cahause— behecahause— Cas!” The hunter’s laughter only grew higher pitched as Cas moved down to tickle his tummy.

“Yes, Sam?” Sam simply shook his head, too lost in embarrassment and laughter to answer properly.

“Juhuhust stohohohohop!” Sam tried to stop laughing long enough to give Cas his famous puppy dog eyes, but it proved pointless.

“Why?” He asked again, smiling at the man beneath him. “Too ticklish?”

“Shut up!” The hunter rushed before falling into more helpless laughter, blushing at the accusation. Sam’s one hand went down to gently hold onto Cas’ wrist, though he didn’t do anything past that, and his other hand went up to cover his face.

“You’re blushing.” The angel pointed out, giving Sam a short break by slowing his tickling to just gently ghosting his fingertips over Sam’s tummy, creating goosebumps over the toned skin. “It’s cute.”

“Cahas—” the hunter giggled, only blushing harder. His hand still held onto Castiel’s wrist, though he still didn’t try to stop the angel.

“Sam, I must say your laughter is very endearing.” Cas pointed out and the hunter smiled wider, shaking his head and covering his face even further.

“Cahas plehehease—” Sam managed through his laughter.

“I wonder if your wings are as sensitive as mine?” Cas thought out loud, smirking as Sam let out a steady stream of nervous giggles. Sam’s giggling grew louder as he watched the angel’s hands slowly descended down towards his wings, his fingers curved in a claw-like form.

“Cas, no, nononononono Cas, Cas don’t please—!” The rest of the hunter’s pleas were lost as Cas’s fingers collided with his wings, causing Sam to burst out laughing as his body instinctively tried curling up. His knees drummed against Cas’s back as he shook his head, his whole body eventually going limp as he decided to just take it and get it over with.

“Your dimples are very sweet, I’m glad I get to see them in this light.”

“Cahahahas!” Sam brought both hands up to cover his face now, still giggling helplessly, which Cas found absolutely adorable. Cas smirked and used his grace to keep the tickling at the wings before reaching behind him and squeezing Sam’s knees. The hunter let out a loud squeak and bucked his hips, sending the angel flying forward, and he landed mere inches from Sam’s face. He withdrew his grace and stopped tickling, deciding Sam actually needed to breathe sooner or later, as he pressed a gentle kiss to Sam’s forehead.

“How are you doing?” He said as he sat up again.

“Better–” Sam said, still giggling, as he removed his hands from his face. “Thanks, Cas.”

“You’re still blushing.” Cas said, making Sam groan as he rolled over as far as he could with Cas still straddling him to bury his face in the pillow. “No, Sam, it’s cute!”

“No!” Sam whined, giggling sweetly into the pillow.

“Sam.” The angel smiled, rubbing Sam’s arm to calm him down.

“You're… Not nice.” Sam said, voice muffled by the pillow, giggling more as he heard Cas laugh at the comment.

“I’m sorry, but it made you feel better about the wings, right?” Sam emerged from the pillow and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting a little.

“I guess… Yeah.” Sam couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“And, hey, now I have a way to make you smile whenever I want.” The angel teased, smiling brightly as Sam let out a sound somewhere between a squeak and a sigh. “I’m just kidding, don’t worry.”

“Well… I have a question for you now.” The hunter asked, propping himself up on his elbows.


“When you were… Uh… Tickling the wings, you said you wonder if they’re ‘the same as yours’… Care to explain?”

“Uh… Well… I'm— I don't…” Cas stammered, slowly pushing himself off Sam. Unfortunately, Sam caught him, and leaned forward to wrap his arms around the angel’s waist before turning the tables, dropping Cas on the bed and quickly straddling his hips. “Sam—! Sam, I-I… What are you doing?”

“Testing my theory.”


there will never be a day when I don’t think of you

5 things

was tagged by @myautisticjournal (thanks!)

rules: answer all the questions in a new post and then tag 15 people

5 things you’ll find in my bag

  • fidget cube
  • my phone
  • like five different meds
  • my 3ds
  • a neurodiversity pin (ok technically it’s *on* my bag but it still counts)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

  • me
  • two cats
  • approximately 7 blankets
  • a video game and merch shelf (organised by series and date of acquisition)
  • three shelves of books

5 things i’ve always wanted to do

  • fly
  • learn how to use a sword
  • wear a cloak/cape in public
  • write a book
  • go to a convention

5 things that make me happy

  • my comfort stuffies and blanket
  • my friends ♡
  • reading my fav books
  • doing crafts
  • vidya games

5 things i’m currently in to

  • homestuck
  • stardew valley
  • log horizon
  • undertale
  • pokémon

5 things on my to-do list

  • resume learning japanese
  • learn embroidery
  • finish my halloween costume
  • finish my sweater
  • finish my cross stitch

i’ll tag… @sassafras-stomp @assetbucky @melancholy-starlight @compressedconstellations @polymathic-polyphony @clefairysoup @nonbinary-aigis @daskaterskrub @writheandwrite @mandaka @linnythealien and anyone else who reads this and wants to do it, you’re tagged!

anonymous asked:

Honestly things have been such a mess lately and looking more and more like it's going to be a long term battle. Not even sure if there is still a band left anymore. I still care about the guys but if we have to continue with the bullshit then I don't see the point really. Now we got two fake babies and a bunch of fake girlfriends and the most shady promo. I would rather give my time and money to someone else. Still gonna be here for your writing though :)

Who would’ve thought this shit would stretch for long and get even worse, eh? I certainly wouldn’t. But we’re here, and that’s the current situation. *sighs*

I don’t even worry about the band TBH. All this shit we’re seeing traces back to money. We’re seeing the result of a predatory industry preying on young talents (literal kids when the boys started). So, even if it takes 20 years, 1D will still come back because it’s profitable. (New Kids on The Block have returned, so why not 1D?).

Even if they were at each other’s throats (like the press wants us to believe), at one point they would still come back because $$$. Remember how everyone got excited about the prospect of some dude suing 1D and how that would mean all five reunited in court? That only proves that, despite the fuckery in this fandom, people would nut for a reunion. End of. 1D are a big name. It doesn’t matter that many think they’re a band for kids. Pretty much everyone knows about 1D, even if just to mock them as “kiddies stuff”.

(And here I don’t have much to say because 1D’s team targets grown men making all kinds of lewd jokes and singing innuendos at kids. If you go back to UAN tour, you’ll know a bunch of hormonal teenage boys were NEVER appropriate for little kids. “Blow a kiss, blow a job”? “Different dick every night”? PLS!)

But back to the subject. Yeah, it feels like everything will drag for some time. We see all those babies around, and it doesn’t seem like we’re getting any denouement soon. We can’t enjoy anything about the boys’ solo careers without some kind of fuckery, or being used to promote their so-called “girlfriends”. Everything is normal and people break up and get cheated and go back again.  Yup, nothing to see here. Celebrities are fickle and so are the normal people associated to them. :)

Many don’t care for facts and roll with it. Some even want you to dumb down to their level when logic and facts tell you otherwise. Fandom life is more and more complicated because you don’t know who to follow, the friend of yesterday is the heterosexuality-loving anti of tomorrow blocking you and pretending like they’ve never seen the shadiness they turn a blind eye on now. Many of your blog friends are deleting or changing blogs completely; everybody and their nan are a Kpop blog now.

I agree with you in that we don’t have many positive things right now. Haven’t had them for years now TBH. It’s just no fun. I can see why investing time in other thing would be nice, or even just enjoy casually the music that (hopefully) comes out. I’ll probably do that at one point, too. I’m not interested in drama. When I want drama I watch Soraya Montenegro try to kill three different characters in the same scene★. Now That’s What I Call Drama™.

All that said, I still want to see the boys emerge victorious. It won’t be easy (we’re seeing it now), but one day something good must happen, right? We’ve never asked for much.

We wanted nice merch? Have dolls, bags and 256 perfumes!

We wanted OT5 content? Too bad, they’re all mortal enemies now. Their securities actually are to protect them from one another.

We wanted the rumoured collabs with other artists like FOB? Get rekt! There’s no ‘team’ in ‘featuring’, and have I mentioned that all 1D boys hate each other?

We’re honestly starved of everything we’d get from a normal band. I’ll be blunt here: I don’t give a single fuck about personal lives, naming their families members or whom they’re supposedly banging. I never did. But what did we get? A bunch of “relatable” canvas girlfriends to supposedly makes us squee. Aww, see that? The boys date normal girls! Older girls! That means you too can be a 1D girlfriend!!! Yeahhh… there’s not a single thing surrounding 1D that had been aimed for typical fans. Everything had been done like we all want to bone them. (And many do, but that’s not everyone. They’re not pieces of meat and we’re not fucking pumas!)

1D success has been DESPITE their team. The boys are loveable and their bond is what has drawn most of the people in. I still think we don’t have many 1D fans as we have “I’m [1D boy]’s fan and I’m stick with the other 4” around here. Too many hateful stans that thrive on tearing the others down to elevate their fave. When I think about that, it’s not hard see why 1D shitty team got away with the putrid stuff they try to feed us: too many scavengers.

Anyway! I have no idea where I was going with this (it’s mostly 1AM ramblings), but yeah. We can only hope for something good in less than 20 years. I wish all five the best and want to see them succeed. I hope I can see it happen before we’re all 50-somethings. And thank you for the kind words. :) Glad my writing can add something positive to this hellhole of fandom. I’m here for the music, the boys’ friendship, to support them and fandom content. Sadly those are the things we don’t get any more. *sighs*

Bryke: That felt a bit forced to me.

Bryke: If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

Arin was giggling as they stopped filming, looking over at Dan who was on his knees. Dan wasn’t laughing. He was actually upset and cold and sticky. He felt disgusting to the point that he wanted to cry and just get cleaned up. Stevie gently pointed them in the direction of a bathroom with a shower, telling them to get cleaned up. Well, telling Dan to get cleaned up.

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anonymous asked:

(sigh) there's been a lot of negative posts I keep seeing sometimes in completely unrelated tags about stimming isn't for "neurotypicals". It kind of made me feel a little down. I'm very mentally ill, but I also have a lot of traits associated with Sensory Processing Disorder... I don't have the energy to go see if I really do or not... I just want to keep doing what helps me stay sane. I really appreciate your blog, and all of the resources you put out there. Thank you.

Lovely anon, I am sorry for keeping you waiting on this.

I’ve seen a few of those posts myself, with regards to spinners, which are apparently popular right now in the US.

(Not being American - here in Australia handmade slime is just starting to catch on - I can only go by what Americans are posting, which appears to be posts on stores selling out of spinners and discussions about popularity resulting in teachers banning spinners from classrooms.)

I’ll say to you this: You. Are. Not. Neurotypical. Like, neurodiversity isn’t a “if you hit fifty points or more you’re ND” quiz. It isn’t. (I know they can assess autism this way, which was how mine was, but since I came to agree with that assessment through community exploration, I don’t consider it all that worthwhile.) If you have a need for stim toys, if you have mental illness, if you have SPD traits, even if you never get a paper diagnosis, you’re ND, and you’re us. If you’re only ND in one or two aspects, you’re not neurotypical. If your only problem is smell sensitivity and you stim because of that, you are not neurotypical. All you need is some difference that causes disability in some way, for which stim toys are an aid as much as a crutch or chair. You cannot sit still through a class? Here’s an aid that will help you do that. That’s it.

(I am absolutely and unequivocally for self-diagnosis or partial diagnosis or people who are questioning but find they need stimming. I am here for “ND, but not sure exactly how yet” and engaging in the stim community because it is a need that helps them survive. I am absolutely and unequivocally not for any kind of gatekeeping that stops ND people, who may not know they’re ND because we’re all forced to mimic neurotypical behaviour, from finding connection, community and support.)

I understand why people are blogging as they are: when something is adopted by the masses, teachers in a classroom setting tend to ban it as a distraction, meaning those who need it (especially those without paper diagnoses or poor support systems in place) no longer have access to it. It’s a problem, a very real problem. Stim toys need to be in ND hands. Having a disability aid turned into a fashion or fad means that disabled people have to find alternatives and run the risk of even those alternatives not being accepted.

But. We need to discuss this problem in ways that don’t alienate or exclude people who think themselves NT who are exploring popular stim toys and discover they need these toys as much as we do. We need to remember that ableism teaches us to act as NT as possible, so much so that we repress our differences in thought and feeling, so much so that we lose stimming. (I know I did.) We need to remember that autism (as one case example) is often diagnosed late in people who aren’t white and cis masculine, and some of those annoying NT stimmers who have appropriated the toy might actually need it themselves.

I’m wary, as I’ve said before, of outright statements like “stimming isn’t for neurotypicals”. I’m wary because I’m late diagnosed, because I didn’t even get a depression or GAD diagnosis after I was twenty despite having been the most anxious person ever my whole childhood, because I know that a great many ND people can spend years of their life not knowing they are ND. Because society teaches us to bury, as best we can, our neurodiversity. I’m wary because I think it doesn’t give ND people who don’t know they’re ND entry into the community they need.

In a way, I think it’s a dreadful catch twenty-two: the problem is born of ableism (an aid turned into a fad), but the dialogue about it doesn’t take into account how ableism stops people knowing themselves.

I don’t know, not really, what is the best way to approach this conversation.

All I can say is that if you need to stim, given that I consider that need a sign of neurodiversity in some way, you’re welcome here. You don’t need to tell me how you’re neurodiverse, because I don’t care. You don’t have to fully know yourself - all you need to know is what you’ve said, that stim toys are an aid. This space is for you. Stimming is for you. You absolutely belong here, anon.

(And general reminder that “neurotypical” doesn’t equal “not-autistic”, and allistic neurodiverse folk who stim are valid, wonderful and absolutely belong in the stim community.)

soapieturner  asked:

Modern Theonsa. He takes talk like a pirate day VERY seriously. It's almost a national holiday.

Sansa Stark may be a serious woman, one who wore pantsuits and breathed PowerPoint presentations, but she had not married a serious man. After all, Theon had tricked her into naming their daughter Gray Greyjoy when she was still high on painkillers. So she should not have been surprised when he showed up at the law office where she was up for partner in an eyepatch, a pirate hat and their daughter dressed as a parrot in her baby bjorn.

A parrot with an eyepatch, Sansa realized, as Theon pushed through the glass doors into her office.

“Ahoy! I ‘ave yer files,” Theon said, pulling the folder she’d forgotten on the kitchen table from the diaper bag on his shoulder and sliding it across the desk to her.

“Thank you,” Sansa said, fighting a smile. It’s not that she minded the costume. In fact, she liked it more than she’d admit. It’s just that usually he kept the pirate costume in the bedroom. At least he was wearing pants.

“Yer welcome.”

She leaned back in her desk chair and raised an eyebrow. “You know this is a business, right?” She had to ask. After all, his job as a model-slash-actor had never been particularly lucrative and she’d been paying their bills even before Theon had “retired” to be a stay at home dad. Not that she minded. She liked that he had passion, that he had big (if unrealistic) dreams. And she liked that he was always home at the end of the day waiting for her, not miserable and stressed, ready to distract her from the daily grind.

“Ye be knowin’ ‘tis talk like a Pirate day, aye?” Theon raised his eyebrow that wasn’t obscured by his eyepatch. “But me lady needed her spreadsheets.”

Sansa couldn’t help but smile, even if her coworkers were sure to ask why her thirty-five year old husband was cosplaying as Captain Hook. “Thank you for obliging me, Captain.”

“Anything for such a comely wench.”

Theon did a little bow, and Sansa’s eyes fixed on Gray’s face for the first time. Of course Theon was wearing thick eyeliner. The whole Pirate Sexcapades Thing had started when they’d just begun living together and Theon had come home from his dayjob – working as the entertainment at kid’s parties – dressed as Jack Sparrow. Of course, after the whole domestic abuse scandal Theon had started dressing as a much more generic pirate. But the eyeliner had stayed. But Sansa had not expected her nine-month-old daughter to be wearing such thick eye makeup.

“Theon, you can’t put makeup on a baby! Not unless you want child services to take her away!”

Sansa reached into her purse for her makeup bag, properly annoyed now.

“'tis talk like a Pirate day!” Theon protested.

“Parrots don’t even wear eyeliner!” Sansa sighed, realizing as soon as she said it that technically, pirates probably didn’t wear eyeliner either. They were just dirty. But that was besides the point! At least her mother wasn’t here to give her that smug I-told-you-your-husband-was-a-dirtbag look.