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Self Care

It’s Mental Health Month. May 1st. The beginning of it. I just want to post some tips on what I find useful when I feel anxious, depressed or lonely. Some tips on how to care for yourself mixed in here too. I know what it’s like to feel like nothing is going to work out and you feel like there is no point anymore. I still get sad from time to time but here is what I try to do to lower those horrible feelings. 

  1. Music 
    When I feel down I put on my chill playlist and listen to the songs. Not just recognize that the song is playing. I listen to every word, every beat, every instrument that makes a sound. I listen so hard that I forget everything else around me and forget everything that is going on in my head for a while. This actually really helps and especially if it’s a slow song, something that matches my mood. 
  2. Reading 
    Reading is one of my favourite things to do. I’m in love with words. And getting deep into one of my favourite books helps me forget for a while. Grab something to drink and maybe a snack, find a quiet and comfy place to relax and let yourself fall into a book. 
  3. Eat 
    When I feel depressed my appetite can go away pretty quickly. But if you don’t eat, you’ll feel even more tired and low. And that’s not good. So eat. Not junk food. Maybe a treat every now and again but make sure to eat healthy too. Fruit or vegetables. Maybe make some type of sandwhich or maybe eat a bowl of porridge. Whatever you want to make. But remember, not always junk food. And drink lot’s and lot’s of water. 
  4. Shower or bath 
    If you feel all ugh, and ew take a long warm shower or a bath full of bubbles. Taking a shower or bath might help you feel more relaxed and feel more taken care of. And keeping yourself fresh and clean will help help boost your system. 
  5. Fresh air 
    When I’m down, I get lazy. So the whole ‘take a long walk’ thing doesn’t go with me. What I like to do instead is open a window and stand there or take a chair and sit near there. I’m getting fresh air into my lungs which is good and I don’t need to get up and go outside to do it. Now getting exercise is a good thing to do too because it’ll boost your system also. But when you really can’t get up and walk far, just go to a window and read or listen to music.
  6. Cry 
    Yes crying is on this list. When you really need to let those tears out, just do it. If you’re in a place you feel comfortable enough to do it. Let it all out, for however long you need to. Crying doesn’t make you weak or a loser or whatever you think it makes you. It helps you. Instead of holding all those feelings in, you can let them out by crying. So just do it because a cry every now and again, will make you feel a little better. Hopefully. 
  7. Decorate and change it up
    This may be an odd one but it helps me. When I’m sad I’ll look up some quotes that I really like, write them on some paper and decorate the paper and stick it on my wall. Or sometimes I sift things around. If I think something in my room would look better in a different position then I’ll move it. I’ll maybe take some things down and hang something new up instead. Tidy my room too if it needs it. This helps because I’m focusing on other things. Where will this go? Does this look good on this wall? Things like that. Try it and see. 
  8.  Breathe 
    When I feel like I can’t breathe, I remember that I just need to take a minute. Look at my surroundings. What’s the colour of the walls? Breathe. What’s in the room? Breathe. What’s the weather like outside? Breathe. What’s my favourite food? Breathe. Do I have any plans this week? Breathe. Ask yourself some questions. Answer them and breathe. Breathe, breathe and breathe. Don’t let you make yourself small. Think bigger than what that stupid annoying voice in your head is telling you. Breathe. Because you’re worth it.

I hope these tips helped. I really do. And please, please REMEMBER… you are beautiful. You are so amazing and this world needs you in it. Maybe you feel like no one cares. But I guarantee you there is somebody out there who thinks the world of you. You are somebody’s moon. You’re that person who lights up the darkness for them. Don’t let your light go out. Stay strong and remember to love yourself and take care of yourself. You guys are more than welcome to ask me something if you need any advice or have any questions. The door is open and you are welcome. 


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Originally posted by expressivedolphin

Requested by Anon. 

Request: Derek Hale imagine where him and female reader get into an argument but make up with lots of fluff 

I paced the floor of the loft, waiting for Derek to walk through the door. I have had enough of him leaving in the middle of the night without telling me and refusing to tell me what going on, other than the Pack needs his help. For all I know, he could be lying and could be seeing another girl! Tonight, I was going to confront him about it.

As soon as I heard the loft door slide open, I stopped where I was, turning to face my boyfriend. “Where have you been?” I asked calmly. 

“Out with the Pack. Something came up and I had to meet them at Scott’s.” He replied, blowing it off as if it was nothing. 

“Derek, I can’t do this anymore.” I say.

He looked over at me with a confused face. “Can’t do what anymore?” 

“I’m done with you just leaving in the middle of the night, leaving in the middle of our conversations, leaving during our time together to be with the Pack. I understand a few meetings, but it’s gone too far. I hardly ever see you anymore.” 

He crossed his arms, and tilted his head. “Y/N, the Pack needs me. They’re just kids. I can’t let them do this by themselves.” 

“Well, then maybe they should take a break from all of this.  And besides, if they’re just kids to you, then I am too. I’m not even 20 yet!”

“Y/N, you know what I meant.“

I nodded my head, “Yes. I know exactly what you meant. But that still isn’t going to stop me from leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.”

“Oh, yes I am. Watch me.” I bent down and grabbed my bag and headed for the door, but before I could get there, a hand grabbed my arm.

“I’m not letting you leave.” Derek said, looking me straight in the eyes. 

“So it‘s okay for you to leave, but I can’t? Hm.” I said and jerked my arm away from his grasp. I didn’t look back as he called my name, and I walked out of the door. 

It’s been a few days since I had last seen anybody other than my best friend B/F/N. After I left, there was only one place to go that I knew of. B/F/N had welcomed me in with open arms, and I told her everything. She knew about the supernatural after I introduced her to Derek. 

The Pack and Derek all have left texts and voice mails asking me where I was and if I was okay. Obviously, I didn’t answer them. 

Today, I was lying down in the guest room, watching a movie when B/F/N came in. 

“Somebody is at the door for you.” She said. 

“Who is it?”


“Why is he here? How did he know?” I ask.

“I called him. Look, before you get mad, I just needed to tell you that you guys really need to talk. I’ve seen some of the messages that he’s left on your phone. Just please. Do it for me. And if things go bad, I have loads of ice cream on hand.”

I smile. “Fine.”

I get up and walk to the front door. Opening it I find Derek standing there awkwardly. When he saw me, he immediately reached forward and pulled me into a hug. “Oh, Y/N! I have been so worried about you! I didn’t know where you were until B/F/N called. I thought you were hurt.”

“I’m fine, Derek.” I said as I patted his back. 

He pulled away from the hug and looked at my face, and it was then that I actually got a good look at his. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping for the days that I’ve been gone, he had dark circles under his eyes and his hair was kind of crazy. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” He said. 

I shrugged as I look anywhere but him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I came to take you back home.” 

“I’m not going back, Derek.” I reply.

“Why not?” 

“Because, Derek! You’re never there! It’s lonely. Here, B/F/N can talk to me, can watch movies with me, and do all the other things that you haven’t been here to do. It’s not much of a home when the one that you love isn’t there.” I reply. 

“I’m gonna be there though.” He replied. “I talked with everybody and after I told them that you had left, they told me that they didn’t need me right now. That I should be with you. And I’m going to be. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you, and I’m sorry that I never told you what was going on, but I did it to protect you, just in case somebody wanted revenge on us, or in case they kidnapped you thinking that you knew something, I didn’t want to get you involved. I need you, Y/N. I need you more than you probably need me. I miss you and I love you.” He grabbed my face in his hands. “Please come home.” 

“Just kiss already!” B/F/N screamed from inside. When we both looked back, we saw her peeking through the window. She gave us a thumbs up, and disappeared. 

Derek smiled as he leaned down, and his lips connected with mine. We stayed like that for a minute before I pulled away and said, “Okay. I’ll come home.” 

Stars [Peter Parker x Reader]

Requested: no

Summary: (Y/N) is always alone until she gets attacked and spiderman saves her. For many evenings, they talk about their crushes until, Spiderman drops a hint that he is Peter Parker, her crush.

Warnings: none

Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

              You were lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you turned to look at your alarm clock, 6:41. You were going to get up for school in four minutes. You hadn’t slept all night. Thoughts had been rushing to your head. You were going to school and be ignored by almost everyone. It seemed as you were invisible, no one would spare a look at you today, like any other day. It was your daily routine: go to school, be ignored, fade into the background, go back home. It didn’t use to be like this, you used to be friends with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds but, they became more secretive, leaving you out and you decided to break off the only friendship you had.

“You’re so stupid (Y/N).” you reprimanded yourself. You missed these boys, especially Peter who you had developed feelings for.

Your alarm clock beeped and you slammed your hand on it to shut it up. You got up and got ready for the hell that was called high school.

Once dressed, you headed out the door of your building and started to head towards Midtown High School. On your way there, you walked past Peter Parker’s house and looked through his window. There, you saw him, shirtless, staring right back at you with a small smile on his face.  When your gazes crossed, you blushed and walked away, bothered by being caught staring.

You walked down the corridors of your high school, still unseen by everyone else and headed to your locker. You knew that Peter’s locker was next to yours but you had never seen him at his locker at the same time as you so what were the chances that you would run in to him there? Maybe a 1 out of 100?

Today was your lucky day! Leaning on your locker was Liz Allan talking to Peter Parker. You scoffed, “Just my luck!” Over Liz’ shoulder, you could see Peter glancing at you every few seconds. Suddenly, while Liz was flirting with him, he interrupted her, saying that he had something to do. You saw him move towards you and panicked, speeding of into the crowd. Peter yelled your name and dove into the crowd after you, leaving a stunned Liz Allan behind him.

Peter looked for you with no success. You had already entered your biology class and you knew that Peter had calculus and would give up soon. You knew that he had a crush on Liz so you were surprised that he blew her off to talk to you. Today was certainly a more eventful day than any other but you decided to return to normal and concentrated on the biology class.

You had managed to avoid Peter throughout the day and when your final class of the day was over you sighed in content. You could go home peacefully without a Peter Parker looking for you. You thought of your comfortable bed, your computer playing your favorite tv show while you stuff your face with popcorn. That thought got you walking a little faster to get home.

The only problem with the winter is the long nighttime. It made your walk home much darker while you stared at the stars shining in the sky. Tonight, the sky was cloudless and the stars shone brightly across the dark sky. A memory struck you unexpectedly.

You and Peter were lying on the grass of ‘your secret spot’, the place you would go every cloudless night and stare at the stars. You were next to each other, your shoulders barely brushing against each other, talking about everything that would go through your minds.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, catching your attention and breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yes Pete?” you replied.

“I looked it up and apparently, there are two stars that shine right next to each other and are always visible from here.” He told you, “I want these stars to be ours, so that even if we fight, we’ll always be near each other.” He glanced at you with a sweet smile on his face.

“I would love that Peter, which stars?” you asked and he pointed towards two stars, burning bright in the night sky.

Passing by a tall building, you stared at those two stars, clear in the night. Your eyes were welling up and a small smile crept on your face. That smile was wiped off when a stranger grabbed your arm roughly.

“Well hello beautiful, what are you doing here all alone?” he smirked, pulling you closer as you tried to wriggle out of his grip in vain, “Stop moving sweetheart, it’s useless.” He said placing his hand over your mouth.

You were still trying to wrestle out of his grip and bit the hand that was on your mouth. His hand jerk back and he yelled, “Aah! You little bitch!”

You took that occasion to scream, “HELP!” Knowing that there was very little chance that somebody would help you. Unbeknownst to you, your voice had gotten the attention of a certain web-slinger.

You were still wrestling the man when you heard a loud “THWACK” and, suddenly, the man was webbed to a brick wall. You looked up, not yet comprehending what had just happened, and locked eyes with the one and only Spiderman.

He reached towards you and said, “Hey (Y/N), I grab on to me I’ll take you home safely.”

You grabbed on to him and he shot a web at the nearest building, swinging you over the streets of Queens. Curious, you asked, “How do you know my name?”

He chuckled, used to your curiosity, “Under this mask is a person who knows you.”

“Okay.” You said, giving him a weird look.

Spiderman had dropped you off at the fire escape by your window and was just about to leave when you said,” Wait!” he turned around, “Could you stay please? It’s been a long time that I’ve talked with somebody without being forced to and I like it.”

“Sure,” he replied, sitting down on your bed beside you, “so, tell me (Y/N) do you have a guy in your life?”

You laughed for the first time in ages, “Wow! Uh, straight off the bat.” He smiled, “Well, if you must know there is no guy but there is a crush.” You blushed hardly, “What about you?”

“Well, there is this girl but she isn’t into me.” He said

“Hey! How do you know that? Under that mask could be a very handsome dude.”

“Yeah, uh, no. But, what is this crush’s name?”

“Peter Parker.”


“Yeah. He isn’t a douchebag, he’s funny, caring, nice and just a great person.” You gushed, “I probably shouldn’t have said ‘cause for I know you’re Peter.” He chuckled nervously.

“Well, it’s getting late, I should probably go.” He said, getting up from the bed, “I promise that I’ll be back tomorrow and we can do this every night.”

“I would love that.” you smiled.

Spiderman kept his promise and visited every night, you mainly talked about Peter and his crush, whose name he wouldn’t admit despite your efforts. This continued for a month until, one evening, while he was talking, he slipped a small sentence which turned your world upside down: “You know, my favorite stars are these two,” He told you, pointing at the stars Peter and you chose to represent yourselves, “They represent a strong bond that will never be forgotten to me.” You were shocked, you had never told him that story because it was your private memory.

“Peter?” you asked tentatively.

He turned his head, “Yes, (Y/N)?” you could hear a smile in his voice.

“Is your crush Liz Allan?” you asked him.

“God (Y/N)! You’re so oblivious it has been you all along!” he exclaimed.

“Take of your mask.” You said.

“What?” he said expecting a little more from you.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, take of this stupid mask so that I can kiss you!”

He took off his mask immediately. You grabbed his suit roughly and smashed your lips against his. He gently cupped you face while you were still grabbing on to him. The kiss was rough but full of passion. His tongue slipped into your mouth fighting for dominance with yours, he won and scoured your mouth.

The kiss seemed to last forever but he pulled away and asked you, “(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You nodded vigorously and he attached his lips to yours once again.

sparklebubbleblonde  asked:

What are Jackie and hydes best quotes, romance wise?

Mmmm… Okay, so Hyde isn’t a man of words, so some of these quotes make sense with the context of his actions. And also, this is a sitcom that made fun of everything, and most romantic shit went to Donna and Eric. But here we go:

  • “Steven is perfect!”, Jackie defending Hyde from his father in season 7.
  • “She’s my chick.”, “See? I told you he wouldn’t ditch me. I’m his chick!”, Hyde and Jackie in season 7 while in a double date with Kitty and Red.
  • “I know I love Steven… Because he’s smart. And deep. And when we have conversations, he makes me think. Which used to give me a headache, but now I really like“, Jackie talking about Hyde in season 5.
  • “I know that you are mad at me, so go ahead and yell” “You are beautiful”, Hyde sees Jackie in a wedding dress in season 6. Please note that this is a guy who is supposed to not be able to commit for shit and spend the whole episode mad at her for liking the idea of one day getting married, until he sees her in a wedding dress.
  • “But what if I never find anybody else?” “No, but you will, man. You’ll find somebody great.” Hyde comforting Jackie in season 2.
  • Which is amazing when she says this about Kelso: “Michael took me for granted, too, and then I found someone better”. And he tells Kelso, too: “[About Jackie breaking up with Kelso] After a while, she found someone better: me”. Or something around the lines, I don’t remember that good.
  • “Steven, how can you said that? Okay, fine, you know what? Maybe I do have feelings for Michael. But what I am supposed to do? He was my first boyfriend! And you know what? You’re gonna have to learn to deal with it. And If you can’t, and you’re gonna have to break up with me because of that, then I can’t stop you, but I think it’s a real waste, because I love you”, Jackie to Hyde in season 5.
  • “[After giving her his favorite Led Zeppeling shirt] Yeah, that’s my favorite. You are with me now, so I wanted you to have it.” Hyde to Jackie in season 5.
  • “You’re probably sitting there, thinking: ‘I’m on this date with this girl who really, really likes me’ and she’s so beautiful, that– you’re wondering, ‘How can I open up to her when everyone I have ever loved have abandoned me? Am I even worthy of love?’ Well, you are, Steven. You are.” Jackie to Hyde in season 3.
  • “I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. And I’m sorry, but I wanna be with her”, Hyde to Kelso about Jackie in season 5.
  • “Steven has my heart”, Jackie talking about Hyde (to Kelso lmao) from season 5.
Old friends (Dylan)

Words: 1933

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Columbine

Request: Ok i hve a request! Can you make one after 4/20 where you were dylan’s gf and you’ve been so depressed after the massacre so one night while home you see dylan and he’s like i have one night to spend time with you and you guys talk & kiss & stuff SORRY THIS IS A MESS BUT LOVE U


Half of the people who came over kept saying that it would be a quick recovery, the other half kept saying that she was bad for getting hung up over it.

“Oh he killed people! He killed your friends, how are you sad?”

“He’s a monster, why do you miss him? Are you crazy too?”

Internally, (Y/N) wanted to get over it, be able to stand up proudly and talk about who he really was, but every time his face came to her mind, she would choke on her breath, beginning to sob into her sweater again. She was angry at him, she was so mad, but not for the reasons she should have been. She was mad that he had left her all alone, with everybody upset with her for something she didn’t do. She was mad that he didn’t think to warn her, he didn’t have a way to tell her that things weren’t okay with him.

And then she was sad, sad that this was the end for him, that he wasn’t going to do all the stuff that he talked about. When he talked about it, he spoke with a dreamy sense, as if his future was going to be the most ethereal experience that anybody had ever experienced.

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Daddy Issues

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Warnings: Abusive relationship between the reader and her father. Explicit scenes of it. Don’t read it if you are sensitve to this subject. If you are going throught something related or know somebody who are, you can talk to me, but please search for help.

Notes: Okay guys, i know i’m not posting a lot, but i will try to solve this problem okay? Part 2 is coming soon, please tell me if you like it and what do you think that will happen. 

This was based in some other fics i read, i really liked them so i decided to do something like that myself. If you want to be tagged in the next part, just let me know. 

Thank you guys <3 Thank you @realdiepie <3

“So… that’s it guys. I’m very excited to see you all on the VegasCon, love yoo…. What the hell Jensen!” You screamed, finishing the video on snapchat when you felt Jensen lift you up and put you on his shoulders. You felt him start to walk and heard his laugh. “Jensen put me down!”

“Not so easy.” He said starting to run and you screamed. He entered a trailer and you recognized it as Jared’s, and you had your assurance that even when upside down, you saw the guys starting to laugh. “I found our runaway girl. She was doing a lifestream or something” 

“I was snapping jackass.” You said when he threw you in a couch.

“Watch your language girl” He said pretending to be mad and the boys laughed again. 

“We were looking for you (Y/N)” Jared said when you sat next to Misha. He immediatally put his arms around you. 

“What for?” You asked starting to feel a bit frightened. Were you in trouble or something like that?

“Gen and Danneel are coming to the VegasCon so we can’t share the room with you.” Jared said, because you’d usually share a room with one of them or Kat in the conventions, mostly Jensen. 

“But i’m alone in my room, so if you want to…” Misha said with a cute smile. You smiled sadly, but it was so fast that you doubted that they even saw it. 

“Yeah, thanks Misha, but you guys don’t have to worry, my father is coming to this one.” You said feeling a bitter taste in your mouth. You really didn’t understand why your Dad had decided to come. Of course, it was Vegas and he obviously enjoyed to spend your money and make use of your privileges as a celebrity, but he hated the people you worked with. It made him angry. And when he was angry…. Well, it was not something very nice to think about. 

“Oh okay then, we will let Cliff know, and he will arrange the rest.” Jared said smilling and you forced one. 

It was gonna be a long weekend. 


You thanked God when you entered your house and your Dad was passed out in the couch. Every night was the same thing. He drank until he slept, but if you arrived before the he fell asleep, he’d always find a reason to scream at you and remind you about all of your insecurities. Or he made you clean all his mess and get him more beer. Or… well, in his worst nights, he’d hit you. You had already broken a rib and an arm because of him. Of course no one knew about it, and everybody thought that your fear of being around men was because you were shy. But with time, for your surprise, being around Jensen, Jared, Misha, Mark, Richard, Rob, Cliff and all the others had become your favorite thing. You felt safe with them, they were more protective than your father would ever be, and from the bottom of your heart, you knew they loved you.

As least somebody did.


“Jensen! Jared!” The both were entering the hotel where the convention would happen, and there were a lot of fans already there. With Cliff’s help, after pictures and autografts they finally got out, going directly to the room where all the cast would be. Because Gen and Danneel weren’t in Vancouver, they took an early flight, and they were probably already in their rooms. 

They greeted everyone. Misha, Mark, Kim, Kat, Briana, Rich, Rob, but there was one person missing….

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Jensen asked no one in specific while getting a sandwich from the table.

“I’m here” You said getting behind him and he imeddiataly turned around smiling. Although the smile vanished when he saw you with an uncomfortable face and forcing a smile. He had been seeing this smile for a while now, which really worried him. He had known you for years now, he had practically seen you grow up, as you’d entered the series when you were only 10, and now with 16, he saw you like a daughter. 

“Hey sweetheart, had a nice flight?” He asked watching you hide behind sunglasses and a long sleeved shirt. He put his arms around your shoulders, starting to walk as the others were already going to where they had to be now, some people to panels, some to the autographs’ table, some to OP photos. You guys were going with autographs. “Where is your father?” 

“Hmm… he left. To see the city” You said and he raised his eyebrows.

“He won’t watch your panel with Kat?”He answered and you struggled again, giving him a humorless laugh. 

“I guess not.” But before he could say anything else, Jared appeared by his side and started talking to (Y/N). Jensen sighed, he knew something was not okay with his little girl and he couldn’t figure what it was. And it killed him.

“Okay guys, I have to go. See you later” You said to them, and after they both patted your head and messed with your hair, you went to the opposite direction from them. You were going to do a panel with Kathryn Newton, the one who was Claire, Castiel’s daughter in the series. She was just a few years older than you, which made you two become really good friends. 

“Don’t you think that (Y/N) is acting kind of weird these days?” Jensen asked and Jared took a deep breath looking at his friend.

“Definitely” He agreed. “In the beginning I thought she was just heartbroken or something…”

“Wait, what? Why would she be heartbroken?” Jensen said starting to get fatherly over you, being overprotective and a little… well, jealous. 

“You are saying that you didn’t see the hickey a few days ago in her neck? At least it seemed like a hickey. I thought she had been with some guy and was acting weird about it.” Jared said and Jensen’s eyes widened. “But after some time I started to change my mind.” 

“So if it’s not a teenage love story, why the hell is she acting so strange?” Jensen said sighing, a little frustrated as he ran his hand over his face.

“No idea man.” Jared said struggling when they heard somebody of the production call for them to go to the autograph tables. They had to forget this subject for now. At least try to.


The day passed incredibly fast for you. The panel was great, the photos and autografts… amazing. You had met so many fans and had a blast with your co-workers and everybody. The moments when you were with the cast, the conventions mainly, were some moments that you could forget about your dark reality. 

“(Y/N) come here!” Kat said and you saw that she was recording for snapchat, so you posed next to her. All the cast was already in the big room again, and you saw Danneel and Gen talking next to the food table. You hadn’t seen them earlier, so it wad the perfect time to go talk to them. You were on your way when someone stopped in front of you, making you gulp. 

“Dad” You said forcing a smile. Again.

“Time to go (Y/N)” He said forcing a smile too. You sighed, noticing he was already drunk. He really couldn’t haved picked a worst moment to do this.  

“Oh hey mr. (Y/L/N)” Jensen said in a friendly tone, appearing by your side and reaching his hand for your father, who quickly shook Jensen’s hand. “Your daughter was amazing today, she…” 

“Yeah, well, she always is.” You father said interrupting Jensen, who raised his eyebrows. “If you’ll excuse us, I’m taking (Y/N) out for dinner tonight.” He said putting a hand behind your neck, making you shiver, and pushing you. 

“Oh but you know that we’re gonna have a little celebration here? Well, at the seafood restaurant, here in the hotel. You are more than welcome to join us.” you felt your heart racing. You were scared, and you were 100% sure that Jensen had noticed it.

“Make it next time, pal.” Your father said and you closed your eyes sighing. Jensen didn’t say anything else. Your dad started pushing you to the exit of the room, and soon you were already in front of the door of your hotel room. “Time to have some fun right darling?”

“Dad… what are you talking about?” You asked with a nervous laugh, knowing exactly what he was talking about. He pushed you into the room so hard that you almost fell. 

“I’m talking about those people that you work with.” He said, low and rough. One of the signs that he was becoming aggressive. Your hands were sweating and your heart racing. “Can you believe that your worthless driver didn’t want to take me to the tourist hotspots? 

“But he-he…” You said, your voice already failing because of how nervous you were. It didn’t matter how many times this happened, you would never be prepared for it. 

“He-he.” He said copying your voice giving a hurmoless laugh. “Yeah right. And that Jensen guy and his tall friend.” He said getting close, and grabing your neck and making you gasp. “They make me so angry… and they have this strange possession over you. Perverts. That’s what they are.”

“No dad, they’re not…” You tried, already feeling the tears falling as he hit your head against the wall, still holding your nick. 

“Shut up! I didn’t give you permission to talk.” He said tightening the grip into your neck, and you gasped again. “I met some of your ‘fans’ today. I really can’t understand how they idolize you so much. I mean… what is so special about you?” 

You cried hard and you saw him roll his eyes. 

“I said… Shut. Up” He said angrily and you tried not to make any noise, but you sniffed. And he punched you. Not slapped, punched. Hard.

You groaned in pain, feeling a little dizzy and starting to see black spots. He pushed you into the ground and you hit your head on the floor. 

“We’re in Las Vegas, and I’m not half as drunk as I wanted to be.” He said leaning down and purposefully treading his fingers on your hair, making you look at him. “I don’t want you near those people anymore, you heard me? Now here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna get drunk. And after this, I’m going to a strip club, and yeah, I don’t want you in this room when I come back with a whore.” He said hitting your head on the ground one more time. “Did you understand?” You tried to talk, you really did, but you had no strength. He kicked you in the ribs, making you groan. “I said: did you understand me?” He asked again and stepped on your ribs, forcing his foot down. You answered with a low voice. 


“Good, now if you’ll excuse me.” He said forcing his foot down again before walking out of the room. You felt a giant pain and immediately started to have touble to breathe. Unfortunately, you already knew this feeling. He broke one rib of yours. Again. 

The pain was so intense that you tried to scream but nothing came out. Your eyes were watering and no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t breathe. The black spots came back, and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that tomorrow morning, you could be dead.

Part 2

please fucking read this

(( all of you deserve love and care and happiness and I love you like children- you’re awesome and don’t let anyone tell you you’re not, you’re a beautiful person who deserves happiness and joy and depression and life can be a bitch, but all clouds pass even dark ones. BTW if you need to vent or talk or need resources I’m here so hit me up. I dunno why this came from inside my crusty frozen heart but I’m just throwin out there ))

Unexpected Couple (Carlos x reader)

Requested by anon
Request:  Can you do a Disney Descendants one-shot where the female reader has been Ben’s best friend since birth, is the only child of Robin Locksley (better known as Robin Hood) and his wife Marian and is the captain of the archery team (not because her father’s the couch but because she earned that position by being the best archer on the team) and she and Carlos end up becoming a couple? No smut. The archery team is all girls. Bonus points if you include something about her demonstrating her skills.

Your P.O.V. 

Ben definitely didn’t think that he would have broke up with Audrey when he originally brought the isle kids to Auradon. He also never really thought about what might happen to his reputation if these kids did exactly what most of the students here thought they would. 

Keep reading

( requested by: anonymous )



  • “ he might sell coke ”
  • “ he’s always in the air but he never flies coach ”
  • “ that’s the kind of dude i was looking for ”
  • “ you’re a hell of a [guy/girl] ”
  • “ you’re so shy ”
  • “ i’m loving your tie ”
  • “ somebody please tell ‘em who the eff i is ”
  • “ you got my heartbeat running away ”
  • “ it’s coming your way ”
  • “ i think i like him better with the fitted cap on ”
  • “ i really got a thing for american [guys/girls] ”
  • “ i can tell you’re in touch with your feminine side ”
  • “ see, i need you in my life ”
  • “ I know you’ll stay ”
  • “ don’t go away ”


  • “ let’s go to the beach ”
  • “ what they gonna say? ”
  • “ bad bitches like me is hard to come by ”
  • “ if you want more, then here i am ”
  • “ let’s do this one last time ”
  • “ i ain’t paying my rent this month ”


  • “ my anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns, hun ”
  • “ he was keeping me stylish ”
  • “ now that’s real ”
  • “ i came dressed to kill ”
  • “ i’m high as hell ”
  • “ he wants something he can grab ”
  • “ oh my gosh ”
  • “ look at her but ”


  • “ come fill my glass up a little more ”
  • “ you know we’re getting hotter ”
  • “ i’m a bad bitch ”
  • “ pound the alarm ”
  • “ we’re not getting younger ”
  • “ i just want you for tonight ”


  • “ i am no longer trying to survive ”
  • “ but to live doesn’t you’re alive ”
  • “ i get what i desire ”
  • “ i call the shots ”
  • “ i couldn’t do it all alone “ ”
  • “ i wish i could have this moment for life ”
  • “ you are a star in my eye ”
  • “ i’m really trying to make it more than it is ”
  • “ everybody dies but not everybody lives ”
  • “ i can just tell it’s time ”

purplelittlepup  asked:

Wait, Neil killed someone??? Who??? Why did he tell you? Did he even tell you?? Or did you see him do it? Oh my goodness *pacing and clearly freaking out*


Space Kid: IM SORRY *starts crying again*

*Ered, Harrison, Nikki, and Preston show up*


Space Kid: *runs and hides in Max’s very dirty closet* IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY HE TOLD ME NOT TO SAY ANYTHING

*Max and Nurf walk in*

Max: Why is Space Kid Crying in my closet?!




omfg u have to do an imagine where y/n’s on the plane with the team and accidentally plays their music out loud and it’s a reall bubblegum bitch kinda song that’s y/n’s guilty pleasure song and gets really embarrassed and apologizes and after everyone’s done giggling about it, Hotch says that he likes that song and out of the corner of y/n’s eyes, they spot him mouthing the words to himself.

Aha!  Brilliant, @pornnotcorn.  Hopefully the length is alright.  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

Boom badoom boom!  Boom badoom boom, baby!  Baby!

Scrambling for your phone as it collides with the airplane floor, the song you are bee-bopping to starts blaring in the middle of the conversation.

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin’ away!

Letting out a string of curses as you finally get your phone in your hands, you press pause as quickly as you can, the red of embarrassment painting its way across your face as you slowly turn towards the team, their faces scrunched up as Rossi’s eyes widen.

“How’s the bass in those headphones?” Rossi sasses.

“It’s just fine,” you retort, wrinkling your nose at him as Morgan begins audibly chuckling.

“Do you know all those lyrics, baby girl?” he asks.

Shooting him a death stare, you see Reid in the opposite corner, peaking over the chair as he eyes you curiously.

“You like that stuff?” he asks incredulously.

“Everyone has a guilty pleasure!” you yelp as you try to place your earbuds back into your ears with your trembling fingers.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Morgan mumbles as he wiggles his eyebrows at Prentiss, who punches him in his arm with her fist.

Sighing as you sink back into your chair, you take a deep breath as you turn your music back on.

This one is for the boys in the polos, entrepreneur n****s and the moguls, he could ball with the crew, he could solo, but I think I like him better when he down low.

Bobbing your head as you turn to gaze out the window, you feel a tap on your shoulder as you huff, ripping your earbud from your ear as you whip your head around towards J.J.

“The music is still a bit loud,” she whispers, pointing over her shoulder at Morgan and Rossi who are still snickering your way.

“Thanks,” you mumble as you flash her a weak smile, bending your head over your phone as you turn the volume down a bit.

And just as you went to shift yourself in your chair for the trip, throwing your legs over the arm of the seat, you catch Hotch sitting behind you.

Away from the team.

Bobbing his head.

Excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys.

Feeling your eyes widen as you keep your music paused, your eyes drop down to Hotch’s lips as you begin to recognize the lyrics he is mouthing away.

I mean, sigh, sickenin’ eyes I can tell that you’re in touch with your feminine side, oh…yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is…I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up…

Feeling a smile etch itself across your face, you lay your head down on the window of the plane as you continue to watch him through the crack in the wall, his head bobbing to his own rhythm as his eyes suddenly flicker up to yours.

And as the two of you watch each other, his eyes darting back and forth as your smile grows wider, he leans forward ever so lightly and parts his lips as you strain to hear what he is going to say.

“…back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up,” he murmurs as he raises his hand, throwing a “deuce” sign your way as your jaw hits the floor.

Queen Elizabeth II: Longest Reigning Monarch in British History
  • England: mum, mum, have you heard of the news???
  • Britannia: Whoah, why so excited, England, darling?
  • England: the queen finally passed 5:30pm!!!
  • Britannia: ... And that means...?
  • England: she's the oldest living monarch in my history! Older than Queen Victoria!
  • Britannia: I'm glad, honey. I actually quite like her and her spirit~
  • England: right? I'm so proud of her~
  • Britannia: England, you're in such a good mood~ so cute~
  • Canada: all I can hear from him is '5:30pm'.... Help me...
  • Britannia: Canada, America? Why are you here?
  • America: we can hear it across the STINKIN Atlantic Ocean!!
  • England: oh, are you lot here for the party? You're just in time I invited everyone~
  • America: ... Who's that?
  • Britannia: England.
  • America: no, seriously.
  • Scotland: that's England.
  • America: ... Da fuck he's too happy to be England!!
  • Ireland: I know, right???
  • France: Canada, you're here too?
  • Canada: huh? France, you're invited too???
  • France: no, all of Europe and I came to complain about the noise, but England instead... Invited us to a party...
  • Germany: is he okay.....?
  • England: oh, Frog you're here, good, good, you're just in time for the food~
  • France: h-h-he's scaring me!!
  • Wales: he's been like this since '5:30pm'-
  • Canada: t-that number again...
  • Europe: we feel ya.
  • Britannia: tehehe~ let him be happy~ it's a once in a lifetime chance to see England so cute and happy~ plus... There's food!!
  • Everyone: she was bought by food... Again...

Eyyyy, I still exist. I got the confidence to post today because I’ve wanted to draw these matsus @askthe2ndmatsu made a little while ago and thought they actually looked good enough to post, surprisingly~!  aaaa but I hope I’m just not being another bother to them or anyone else that would be really, really bad. ;w;

Seventeen At a Police Station

It was just a typical day at the dorm until…

*loud knock on the door*

*Seventeen in the living room*

Seungcheol: Mingyu, get the door

Mingyu: *mouth full of food* No you get it!

*loud knock on the door*

Seungkwan: Who knocks that hard?

Seungcheol: I don’t know

Woozi: I’ll get it

*opens the door*

Police officer: Are you guys Seventeen?

Woozi: Yes, why?

Police officer: You’re all under arrest

Seungcheol: WAIT WHAT?!!


Police officer: You have the right to remain silent, and anything said can and will be used against you in the court of law

Chan: I’M TOO YOUNG FOR JAIL *starts crying*

*Seventeen gets hauled off in cop cars*

*One hour after being in the cells*

(Seungcheol, Vernon, Joshua, and Seungkwan’s cell)

Vernon: *singing Akon’s song* I’m locked up they won’t let me out, nooooo they won’t let me out-


Seungkwan: There’s no need to take it out on him

Seungcheol: I’m just frustrated alright?

Somebody check on Joshua, he’s been silent
Vernon: Josh buddy, you alright?

Joshua: I’m going to hell! *starts sobbing*

Seungkwan: Oh please, get over yourself

(In Jeonghan, Woozi, Minghao, and Jun’s Cell)

Jeonghan: I’m so lonely *crying holding to the cell bars*

Minghao: Um, hyung you have us

Jeonghan: *looks back* *turns back around* I’M SO LONELY *continues crying*

Jun: He means that Seungcheol and Joshua aren’t here

Woozi: I’ve should’ve pushed him down the mega drop

*Detective comes*

Detective: Wen Junhui, we need you

Jun: Gladly, enjoy rotting in the cell guys

*In the interrogation room*

Detective: So tell me Jun, who shoved the worker down the mega drop?

Jun: *laughs* I don’t give up that easy

Detective: Ah I see

Jun: Glad to see we’re seeing eye to eye


Jun: *stuttering mess* Lee Jihoon, birthdate November 22, 1996, social securi-

Detective: *lets go* Thank for you time, glad we could see eye to eye

(In DK, Wonwoo, Hoshi, Mingyu, and Dino’s cell)


Hoshi: Calm down hyung


Mingyu: Don’t they usually give us food?

*they all glare at Mingyu*

DK: Why don’t we sing a song?

*they all glare at DK*

DK: Too soon?

Wonwoo: Um yeah

Doogi: Boys!

All of them: DOOGI!!

Doogi: I thought you suffered long enough

Wonwoo: Thank god, DK was about to start singing

*Seventeen get out of their cells*

Seungcheol: DOOGI! *runs up and hugs him* I’M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU

Doogi: *smacks Seungcheol in the head*

Seungcheol: Ouch! What’s was that for?

Doogi: For getting arrested!

Seungcheol: But it’s Woozi’s fault!

Doogi: *hits Woozi*

Woozi: Ouch!

Doogi:No more shoving workers, now let’s get you guys home!

In the end, Seventeen learned if you can’t do the time, don’t shove workers down the mega drop

Stay tuned for the next Installment of “Seventeen At”!!

Please like and reblog, and especially reblog!!

-Admin K


Nicki Minaj - “Super Bass”

If “Teenage Dream” is sitting in the passenger seat of the car staring at his jawline with a quiet smile, “Super Bass” is zooming down the highway in your pink Aventador, driving and cackling as your man looks at you. There are love songs about the quiet and casual moments. There are love songs about the explosive and heartwrenching moments. And there are love songs like “Super Bass.” It is anything but quiet, but too light to be that punch to a gut. It’s about flying rather than floating, about a heartbeat that skips rather than pounds. Your heartbeat is running away because he is charmed by your laugh, your confidence, your attitude, your everything. “Super Bass” is about leaping off a cliff but making that decision to leap yourself. “Super Bass” is about losing control after making the decision to fall deeply.


Compared to “Monster,” few words have been written about “Super Bass.” It’s silly: “Super Bass” is the most Nicki Minaj track that I can think of on a lot of levels. Popularity wise, “Anaconda” may have charted higher, but “Super Bass” went 8x platinum. (If you’re wondering what that means, by comparison, “Call Me Maybe” also went 8x platinum and “Fancy” has gone 4x platinum so far.) It had longevity, mass and international appeal, and a slew of memes involving cute kids rapping on Ellen. “Super Bass” is the promise of Nicki Minaj as a global pop star fulfilled.

Certifications, popularity, and sales aside, it’s also the quintessential Nicki Minaj track because literally no one else could sound like this. “Super Bass” may not be your favorite Nicki Minaj song or your favorite version of Nicki Minaj, but it’s a perfect pop song and it’s a pop song that only Nicki Minaj could make. Sure, she raps and she sings, but this is so full of Nicki Minaj because of the details. The way that her voice drops when she says “excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy!” The sighing relatability of “You know I really got a thing for American guys!” The utter swagger of “Somebody please tell him who the eff I is!” And that way that final “bass” in the bridge zooms off for the very last time! “Super Bass” is so fucking Nicki.

When Roman Reloaded came out, I complained that the record didn’t fulfill the promise of “Super Bass.” What I meant is that “Super Bass” is so tough, so hard, and so unapologetically feminine. If we talk about how Nicki Minaj actively pushes outward on the boundaries of hip-hop, we can’t not talk about “Super Bass,” which is still, the perfect blend of tough raps and the girliest girl. Nicki Minaj wants you to know that you can be tough and smart and strong and liking pink does not negate any of that. Whereas Roman Reloaded is, on surface level, split into almost distinct halves of rap and pop, masculine and feminine, “Super Bass” is a perfect three and a half minute blend of both.

Anyone who doesn’t put it in their top 5 Nicki Minaj songs is either lying to you or to themselves.

anonymous asked:

first off thank y'all so much for running this blog omg this is amazing!!!! secondly do you know of a fic/or any fics where Bucky/The Winter Soldier becomes an asset of SHEILD and Steve becomes his handler? and do you have any recommendations/lists of really dark fics? (dark meaning like all the bad guys won or just really heart wrenching?

I don’t think I’ve read any where Steve is Bucky’s handler, but please suffer through these extremely painful fics

Garden State

The thing is, Steve’s the kind of guy who tells people to be quiet in movie theatres not because he can’t hear the movie, but because somebody can’t hear the movie; he’s the kind of guy that sticks up for mothers in clothing stores not because they’re his mother, but because they’re somebody’s mother. He’s the kind of guy that—

(It takes seven shots.)

Live Forever (Fly With Me)

Steve’s favorite part of the day is sunrise. There are always birds flying by his window, playing in the flowers by his room, no matter how bad the weather. Even on a cloudy day, even if it’s pouring, the birds will always stop by to sing Steve awake, then stick around a little while to make sure he has a good time. It’s the best part of his experience, really.


“This is good,” James says a little surprised and his fingertips rest on a white space of paper while he looks at the black lines that form his face, half-hidden by his shoulder-long hair. It looks dangerous. It looks lonely. It looks-

“I mean I can give it to you and you–wait, what?” Little guy says in confusion, then knits his eyebrows together before it eases into something quite pleased. “Thank you. It’s just a quick sketch, but–I hope you don’t mind me saying that, but this metal prosthesis of yours is quite remarkable.”

“You have a strange taste in men,” James replies without thinking and when he realizes what he is doing he hands over the sketchpad as quickly as possible. He does not flirt with people nor does he try to find out more about their tastes that easily. Not anymore.

Little guy just smiles, looks at him with blue, blue eyes and says, “Well, what are your tastes, then?”

Only Living Boy In New York

Steve wakes up in a VA hospital in Manhattan, and nothing is the same.

The Structure Fell About Our Feet

Alternate Universe: Captain America was a game Steve used to dream up when they were kids, but they’re not kids anymore. When they were kids, Steve always came back. Eventually, battle won or forfeited, the glaze over Steve’s eyes would fade and he’d see Bucky and smile, like all the bad guys were gone forever. Back then, it seemed like they really could be.

Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem

Alternate Universe: Steve Rogers falls from a speeding train and Bucky Barnes is left to carry the mantle and the shield. In the twenty-first century, the Winter Soldier is brought in from the cold and there can be no redemption.

This Is How We Learn

The year is 1986 and Steve Rogers is a scholarship student at Lakewood Academy, a school for students gifted in music, art and dance. When he meets fellow student Bucky Barnes, Steve learns that sometimes the most important lessons we learn in life aren’t things we’re taught in school at all.

A Tonic For What Ails You

Steve Rogers is not a man built to live on the streets of Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes is not a man built for war.

For Fics where the bad guys win see this post from a few days ago

This one is for the boys in impalas drivin’

playin’ 80’s rock and you know he’ll chime in

when he come up in vamp clubs they be turnin’ up

but he soaks ‘em in holy water now they burnin’ up

and he’s dreamy, he’s steamy, he’s got me fiendin’

he died a few times now he might be a demon

he strong, he cold, he broke the first seal

If you wanna summon him then you gotta make a deal

he a mothafuckin’ trip, trip

emptyin’ his clip, clip

bloody, make it drip, drip

kiss him on the lip, lip

that’s the kinda hunter i was lookin’ fo’

and yes you’ll get slapped if you lookin’ hoe

I said excuse me you’re a hell of a guy

I mean my my my my you’re like angelic fly

you’re so cute and I’m lovin’ your tie

the one you use to pretend to be FBI

Yes i did, yes i did

 somebody please tell him who the eff I is

raised you from perdition

Destiel must be canon

let’s make that petition

doom doom doom doom

doom da doom doomsday

doom doom doom doom

doom da doom doomsday