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hey can anyone help me time travel through fiction to give young dean winchester a hug

anonymous asked:

🌸 Imagine a Sole who continuously do good deeds to the people even the companions without ever revealing themselves. The only thing that stands out about them is that they wear a shirt with wings printed on the back, earning them title of ‘Guardian Angel’. The companions get curious and sought to find this ‘hero’, failing multiple times. Until one lucky day, Sole gets wounded in the leg, ruining their chance of escape, which then allowed the companions to meet this beautiful soul.

(I switched up the ask a little bit, It’s hard to come up with scenarios with Sole just getting hurt, so I only did that for some, hope you don’t mind <3)

Cait: She’d been looking for someone like them, and Angel that could help her get through her most difficult time. She’d heard about them, heard the whispers about them through the Combat Zone, they’d taken down some big raider bosses and maybe they could help her get out of this shithole. When she’d had the time, she’d gone looking for them but every time she came back empty handed.

“Look what we found,” a man spat, bursting through the doors of the Combat Zone. A person struggled in the man’s arms, trying to pull against him, but his grip was iron tight. He pushed them to the ground in front of everyone and Cait stepped out from the shadows. Cait’s eyes roamed the person’s body, her eyes widened when she noticed the famous angel wings printed on the back of their shirt.

“It’s you,” she said in disbelief, coughing when everyone turned to look at her, “I mean, finally a real fight, had enough of you losers anyway,” Cait pulled the person off the ground, “Get ready for a fight lads,” She hollered, causing cheers to come from every dang raider in the place. Sole looked up at her, “don’t worry, follow my lead,” she whispered with a nod, “Yer getting me the fuck out of here.”

Curie: (So although this makes no sense with Curie’s story, here she is already out of the vault and already a synth)

Curie rushed to the person on the ground who was squirming in pain. They were lying on their back, blood oozing out of a wound in their back.

“I’m going to turn you over,” she informed them, receiving a nod from the person, “what’s your name?” she said as she flipped them over, her fingers running over the patterned wings on the back of their shirt.

“Sole,” they struggled to say, wincing in pain as Curie lifted up their shirt, showing the bullet wound in their lower back. The bullet had luckily missed Sole’s spine.

“I’ve heard about you,” she said, using a pair of tweezers to dig the bullet out of the gaping hole. Sole cried out, biting down on their arm as she removed the bullet, putting it in a metal bowl behind her. She poured some Vodka on the wound, causing another string of cries to fall from Sole’s mouth. She then injected some Med-x and a Stimpak, before helping Sole to their feet.

“I’ve heard about you too,” Sole said with a smile, “Thanks doc,”

“Perhaps we could learn some more from each other?” Curie said hopefully, ever since she’d heard about Sole and all the things they’ve done, she’d wanted to assist them, be by their side in their travels.


Danse: He remembered the wings, the only thing he’d seen when they’d swooped in and saved him and his team from a group of ravenous feral ghouls. Before he could thank them for the help, they’d disappeared without a trace, he’d asked around but nothing, no one seemed to know of this mysterious stranger.

Danse was on route, doing a quick supply run when he spotted a person getting dragged to the ground by a group of feral ghouls. Lucky for them Danse was quick on his feet and good with his weapon. He darted towards them, shooting the ghouls in the process, the laser rifle ripping through the skulls of those undead killers. He held out a hand and lifted the person to up on their feet.

“You’d want to be more careful civilian,” he said, his gun dropping to his side as the person dusted themselves off.

“I’ll make a note of it,” they said with a smile, “thanks for your help,” they backed up, “Oh, and its good to see you again,” they turned, walking in the opposite direction, turning back to watch the stunned expression on Danse’s face as he realised who he’d just saved.

“Wait, I’ve been looking for you.”

Deacon: Deacon always thought that he was the hardest man to find, constantly having a new face, new clothes, wearing his shades to hide his appearance. But this angel was by far, the most difficult to get a hold of, even for a spy like Deacon. Desdemona had insisted that Deacon find this person, something about them being an asset to the organisation.

He was walking back through the Commons, always on high alert, as he made his way back to the North Church. He was startled when a person appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Didn’t mean to scare you but I need some help,” they said, clinging onto Deacon’s shirt, he wrapped his arm around their waist and then he noticed the shirt, he’d found them, well, they’d found him. He dragged them into the Church. They both stumbled along through the tunnels, finally reaching a doorway. The door clicked open and Deacon pushed through it, dragging Sole along behind him.

“Looky here everyone, I found them,” He said, with a smile. Carrington stopped what he was doing and immediately came to Sole’s aid, helping them sit down on a chair as he attended to their wounds, “We’ve heard great things about you, fancy telling us your name?”

Hancock: They’ve saved multiple ghouls. Prevented a super mutant attack right outside the gates. Angel wings. Hero.

He’d listened to the stories shared between the drifters around town, he’d offered top caps for anyone who could provide any information or even find them, so he could personally thank them for all they’d done for his town. Reward them even. But nothing, it’s like they didn’t even exist.

Hancock leaned against the dirty brick wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he listened to Fahrenheit ramble on about something. He wasn’t even really listening. He turned around when he heard the gates crack open, a person stepping through, nearly stumbling to the ground. Then they did, doubling over and heaving on the ground. Hancock flicked his cigarette to the ground, stalking over to the person, his eyes lingering on the print on their shirt.

“Now have I been looking for you,” he said, grabbing them under their arm and helping them to their feet. He noticed their battered and bruised face, their cuts extending down their arms, they looked like they’d been in an explosion.

“Glad to be of service,” Sole replied, coughing heavily. Hancock nodded towards Fahrenheit and she walked over, wrapping Sole’s other arm around her shoulder as she helped Hancock carry her towards the Hotel Rexford. He’d talk to them once they’d gotten some rest.  

MacCready: Although he’d wanted to be the one to take out those bastards, Winlock and Barnes, he’d heard that they’d met an unfortunate end by the one they call ‘Guardian Angel’. To him the name didn’t seem like a coincidence, he’d been looking for someone like them, someone to help him save his son. He didn’t like taking advantage of people, but he’d heard that this person offered help and they didn’t expect anything in return, not that he had anything to give anyway. He’d looked for them, but he couldn’t locate them.

Sole stumbled down the stairs to the Third Rail, leaning over the bar as they ordered a luke-warm beer from Whitechapel Charlie. MacCready had walked out of the back room at that moment, spotting them at the bar. And he thought maybe, finally, his luck was changing. He walked up to the bar, sitting down on the stool next to Sole.

“I’ll have what they’re having,” MacCready said, looking over at Sole, “You’re just the person I’ve been looking for,” he said just above a whisper, leaning in to them.

“You and a long line of people, what can I help you with?” Sole said turning to MacCready and then taking a sip of their drink.

“It’s my son,” he started.

“I’m in,” Sole interrupted, MacCready was surprised by Sole’s reaction, not a lot of people would jump in and offer to help a Merc. But he wasn’t going to complain about it.

Nick: (Again, this would make no sense with his story, but oh well).

Being a detective with a lot of experience in the field, you’d think that Nick Valentine could track down anyone, but this person was harder to find than he’d expected. It was only by chance that he stumbled upon them. He been investigating the disappearance of a man which lead him to a raider base. He’d found the man, not alive but then he saw them, tied up to a post, another victim to the sick acts of the raiders. He was nimble, getting them in and out without anyone seeing them.

“Thank you,” Sole said, rubbing the red rings around their wrists where the ropes had cut into their skin.

“No thank you, I’ve heard great things about you kid,” he paused, “not a lot of people would help out anyone in these parts, you’re an inspiration,”

“That means a lot coming from you Valentine,” they held out their hand to him and he took it, shaking their hand, “I’m Sole,”

“It’s great to finally meet the girl/ man behind the persona,”

Piper: A story, that’s all she wanted. ‘The Guardian Angel’ would make a great title for one of her stories, she was desperately trying to find them, the scoop too good to pass up. Even though she was good a snooping and spying, getting information from people, she could not for the life of her find this person anywhere. Its like they were a ghost.

She was walking back from another search when she heard a loud crash coming from the left of her. When she turned around she nearly got knocked over by a person, who’d been running towards her. They grabbed her hand.

“Run,” They said, causing a panic to shoot up through Piper. She held onto their hand tightly as they both ran through the streets. Piper looked back to see a Super mutant suicider running in their direction. Sole pulled her around the corner and pulled a pin out of a grenade with their teeth, tossing it in the direction of the green monstrosity. Sole dived to the ground on top of Piper as the explosion rang out in the background.

Sole slowly lifted themselves off of Piper, holding out their hand to help her up.

“Sorry about that,” Sole said as they dusted ash and dirt off their hands. Piper was speechless for once, still processing what had just happened, “Anyway, you have a good day,” Sole said with a nod, turning around and walking away. That’s when Piper noticed the trademark wings on their back.

“Wait!” She called out, catching up with them, “I know you don’t know me but I know you,” Sole turned to face her, “I have a story you’d be perfect for…”

Preston: Reports had come back to him about a wanderer, who had been helping out various Minutemen settlements, without his authority, not that he was mad about it, he always needed the extra help. He just wanted to meet this person, tell them he was grateful for all they had done for him and the people of the Commonwealth. He wanted to put a face to all the amazing acts the person had done.

Preston was visiting a nearby settlement to check on things when he noticed a person walking towards them, another person walking by their side.

“You saved them! Thank you!” a settler said, wrapping their arms around their returned friend. Sole smiled at them.


“It’s you isn’t it? You’re the one who’s been helping us,” Preston asked in disbelief, looking at Sole, they turned to face him with a smile.

“I’m guessing you’ve heard about me?” he nodded and Sole laughed, “It’s nice to meet you,” they said, shaking Preston’s hand. He had so many questions for them, but he didn’t want to creep them out.

“Sorry, Yes, uh Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen. Likewise. I have so many questions,” She stuttered, making Sole laugh. 

“Of course, what do you want to know?”

Something I’ve realised working in retail is that………..ppl just don’t fucking read……

let me fucking tell you a thing about self-diagnosis.

I have kidney stones, that if not medically removed, would kill me, and this has happened several times.

I’ve had them since I was 16, I’d go to doctors, they’d say, oh it’s your period, I’d go to another doctor, they’d say, oh it’s a UTI

it was not until I googled and searched up my particular symptoms, that I figured, hey, it might be kidney stones.

So I told a doctor, I’m like, hey I might have kidney stones, and so they’re like, lets do an ultrasound, nothing showed up. And so the doctor was like, I guess not.

And I’m like fuck, I wonder what it could be then, until I googled it, and found out that sometimes kidney stones don’t show up in ultrasounds.

If I didn’t google that particular information I would have died, because they wouldn’t have taken a cat scan and found MY GIANT FUCKING STONES blowing my kidney the fuck up.

Self-diagnosis SAVES LIVES, it saved my life, and it saves millions of others.

If people know there is something wrong with their bodies, and doctors continuously blow them off, if those people don’t look into it, or have someone help them look into it, they can very easily end up dead.

Doctors are NOTORIOUS for blowing people off.


Grif is struggling but so is Locus.

Just help him out, dude.

@telekinetic-pony had this wonderful idea and I couldn’t help but to draw it.


it’s important to be here and to be able to embrace each other, love each other, uplift each other. and also to show young people i’m here because as a leader amongst young people to show that you’re not too young to get out and make a difference and to be apart of something that’s much bigger than yourself.

I think baby boomers’ tendency to get very mad at slow service goes hand in hand with their dislike of smart phones. Every situation I’ve been in where service is slow? I just whip out my phone and browse apps for the extra 30 seconds. It’s not a big deal. Meanwhile Landline Howard behind me in line who’s never held a smartphone in his life is bored with nothing to occupy his time so he yells at minimum wage workers instead.

This is for @cheesyshenanigans and the glory that is the Discord talk about the Sugardaddy-AU. Makki getting paid in memes was on the table but… sadly you can’t live off that.


wonho hyping kihyun to do kwiyomi player aegyo + skinship = a great concept [cr:kmtau]


Is there a dream role? Not a dream role. There’s dream directors because again at the end of the day, the role… you could have the greatest script, you could have the greatest role, you could have the greatest cast, it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have a good director. I’ve seen amazing scripts that I was like this is going to murder at the Oscars come out and be a dud. And I’ve seen scripts that were very, very average and mediocre come out and be sleeper hits because it begins and ends with the director.

a smol unproblematic bean who deserves nothing but love and happiness.