the bottom one is from this year though


yorkshire.fossils Here’s one of our golden stones known as “cannon balls”. These rocks are naturally coated with a pyrite (fools gold) layer and so can be polished! It contains an Eleganticeras ammonite and is 185 million years old from Sandsend UK. Yorkshire is the only place in the world that these cannon balls can be found! The bottom half is yet to be polished, though we quite like it how it is.


Okay, so, I’ve been working really hard on these things lately! They’re metal flower headbands with color schemes inspired by the Sander Sides, a series created by @thatsthat24! The order of appearance from the pictures goes Roman, Patton, Logan, and Virgil. I’m actually really proud of them and am considering putting them up for order on my etsy store if I get enough interest for it c:

They’re made of a soft, craft wire, wood glue, paint, and floral tape. I made these the first version of these guys (though not in these color schemes) a few months ago for the one day event I tabled at earlier this year. They were originally made with nail polish for the color but the paint I made them with this time means I can spend less on various colors while the bottles last longer.

Let me know what you think of them, please!

Take my mail? I'll help the state take your kid.

This is what I thought to be somewhat pro revenge but correct me if I’m wrong. Also this is long so tl;dr is at the bottom.

It all started about 4 months ago while I was living in a shitty duplex, in the shitty part of the city where I used to live. I had been living in this duplex for about a year and a half and even though it wasn’t in a good part of the city, no one really bothered us and our neighbors were pretty normal so I didn’t really mind it. At least not until my old neighbors moved out and Satan’s minions moved in.

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Lena catches Supergirl crying, and they have a much deserved talk.

“Supergirl?” Lena’s brows furrow as she sees the hero on the balcony of Cat Grant’s old office – well, her new office. Even though Lena is confused, her tone is still bright when she asks, “What are you doing here?” But the smile she has on her lips disappears as she walks closer and sees the hero quickly wiping her tears away. “Supergirl…is everything okay?”

“Y-Yeah…” Kara laughs a little awkwardly, wondering why she didn’t hear Lena approaching her. “It’s nothing, Ms. Luthor… I-I’ll get out of your way–”

But before she can move, Kara feels Lena’s hand on her shoulder, “Hey,” Lena says softly, “It’s okay, you can stay here… And I’m here if you need to talk.”

It is strange for Lena to see the girl of steel crying, but it is a good reminder that even the strongest beings in the world have a softer side; that they too feel the weight of the world, and sometimes they crumble under it.

Kara stares out over the city, unmoving. Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to organize her thoughts, as she tries to make sense over the past few weeks. “I love this balcony…” she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. “I got some of the best advice from Ms. Grant standing right here while we looked over the city…”

Lena lets go of Supergirl’s shoulder, and silently leans against the railing to admire the view as well; maybe she would be able to see the city through Supergirl’s eyes.

“I miss her, you know? Miss Grant… But she had to leave… They all do…” Kara shakes her head; anger bubbling up inside her chest, and she does her best to push it down.

They?” Lena asks softly. “Who are they?”

“My parents, Krypton, my aunt, Kal-El, Miss Grant, Mon-El! They all left! And I'm… And I’m still here…alone.”

Lena doesn’t flinch when Kara’s voice rises through the sentence, but her heart breaks when the hero finishes voicing her thoughts in a broken whisper. If it were Kara, if it were her best friend saying such things to her, Lena would hug her without hesitation; but this isn’t Kara, this is Supergirl, so Lena tentatively places a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry.” It’s all she can muster, because what can Lena say to someone who’s lost her entire planet? “I…We, humans, will never understand how big of a loss you suffered… I might be saying too much, but I have a feeling not even Superman understands it, right? Since he came to Earth as a baby?”

Kara cries quietly, placing one hand on top of Lena’s, and she nods at her friend’s question. “I was supposed to raise him, you know? We were supposed to arrive on Earth at the same time, and I was supposed to raise him, teaching him everything about our planet, about our family… But my pod, it got knocked out off course, and I got stuck in the Phantom Zone for twenty-four years… While I was asleep in that cold nothingness, he was here learning how to be more of a human than Kryptonian… And when I finally arrived, he didn’t need me anymore, he was already Earth’s hero and he couldn’t look after me…”

“Wait.” Lena raises her eyebrow, and Kara notices how the grip on her arm tightens. “You’re telling me he abandoned you?”

“It’s not–” Kara sighs, she doesn’t want to have this argument with Lena too, Alex already gives her enough of a hard time over it. “He didn’t know me, I was a stranger to him, and he has two lives he needs to juggle. I understand why he did what he did… Sometimes– Sometimes I think it was a blessing, honestly, because I don’t know if I would have been able to take it trying to teach my only living relative about our culture, and seeing him not being interested in it. At least my foster family wanted to learn everything about me…”

Lena feels Supergirl’s reluctance on the subject, so Lena files that bit of information for the next time Superman tries to act like he has the moral high ground over her.

“You’ve never told me anything about your foster family.” Lena says instead, smiling softly at Supergirl. “Do you have foster siblings?”

That makes Kara smile; she can’t help herself, Alex always brings out the best in her. “Yes, I do.”

Raising her eyebrow again, Lena decides to try her luck, “How many?? One, two, three??”

Chuckling, Kara shakes her head. “I can’t tell you that, Miss Luthor.”

“Lena, please. I thought after the airplane incident you’d keep calling me by my first name.” She says, grinning.

“Lena.” Kara nods. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” With a little smirk, Lena teases, “One day you’ll trust me enough to tell me more about yourself.”

Kara frowns and turns to Lena. “It’s not about trust, Lena.” There’s such sincerity in those blue eyes that it steals Lena’s breath away. “Because I already trust you, more than you’ll ever know, to be honest…”

“Then…why?” Lena manages to speak even though she seems to be getting lost in Kara’s eyes.

“Because…” Kara feels a wave of guilt washing over her, and she forces herself to look back at the city. “Because I’m selfish.”

Lena blinks a few times, thoroughly confused as to why Supergirl would say something like that. “W-What do you mean?” She asks, going back to leaning against the railing; only this time her shoulder is brushing against Supergirl’s as they stand closer than before.

“I… I need to keep my two lives apart…” Kara starts, trying to figure out how she can explain this to Lena without defeating the purpose of keeping her identity a secret. “You… you mean so much to me, Lena… You’ve helped me more than you realize… and I need to keep things the way they are…or…or…” The idea of not having Lena as a friend to just Kara Danvers fills Kara with anxiety. “Or I fear something inside me will break.”

Lena looks at Supergirl with confusion clear in her eyes, and Kara braces herself for the obvious questions Lena surely is thinking about, but they never come. Slowly, the furrow of her brows disappears, and instead of looking confused, Lena smiles softly at Kara, and nods. “You mean a lot to me too.” Lena says, gently bumping her shoulder to Kara’s. “And I understand… I mean, I don’t, not really, but this has been working for us and if it means that much to you, then I’m okay keeping things as they are.”

Before Lena knows what hit her, she finds herself enveloped in strong arms. “Thank you, Lena.” The words are whispered against her neck, making Lena shiver.

“You’re welcome.” Lena sighs the words, bringing her arms up to hug Supergirl back. Something about the hug feels oddly familiar, which goes along with Lena’s theory that she knows Supergirl’s secret identity, but now that she knows for a fact that Supergirl needs her two personas to be apart, Lena will make a conscious effort not to think about it too much.

The hug goes on for longer than either of them intended to, and to Lena’s surprise, when Supergirl pulls back, she’s crying again.

“I…” Lena trails off, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m sorry for being responsible for sending Mon-El away. I didn’t mean to make one more person leave you.”

Kara shakes her head, “You were only helping me. And it was my decision to push the button, Lena, not yours. I’m sorry Edge used that to make you believe you had hurt those kids.”

Lena gives Supergirl an appreciative little smile. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I have Kara and Sam as my friends… they wouldn’t give up on me even when I had already given up on myself.”

“Remind me to send them a gift basket then.” Kara chuckles, drying her tears.

Lena shakes her head good-naturedly. “Can I ask you a question?” She asks; her features turning more serious. At Supergirl’s nod, Lena continues, “Who is Mon-El to you? He was important enough to be on your list earlier, but he’s Kara’s boyfriend…”

“Oh…um…” Kara swallows hard.

“Because I really like you, but Kara comes first, and if he was cheating on her with you…”

“Oh, no! No! Nothing like that!” Kara rushes to appease Lena, although her heart melts a little at the way Lena stands up for Kara Danvers. “He-He’s just a friend… A good friend…a friend who knows my planet…who knows about my customs and traditions… He’s the closest thing to a Kryptonian friend I have…”

“Oh…” Lena nods, worrying her bottom lip. “I promise one day L-Corp will find a way to clean the lead off the air so he can come back, Supergirl.“

Smiling even though there’s a knot in her throat, Kara says, "About that… Four hundred years from now, L-Corp will find the cure for it.” At Lena’s inquisitive look, Kara explains, “Mon-El… He traveled back in time… He’s back, and thanks to your company he can breathe our air again.”

Lena is speechless. There’s so much going on in her mind, that she can’t help but laugh in disbelief. “Y-You’re telling me that I did it?? Th-That I managed to keep on the right path??? That L-Corp will continue to do good long after I’m gone?!?!”

Kara smiles softly at Lena’s enthusiasm, and nods. “I had no doubt about that.”

“This is crazy!” Lena laughs again, shaking her head. “But wait, you said her traveled back in time? How long has it been for him?”

Kara turns her gaze to the city bellow them once more. “Seven years… He’s married now… I’m sure he’ll try to go back to his timeline soon…”

“Wow… Um…” Lena frowns. “I think I should call Kara.”

“No!” Supergirl rushes to say. “Sh-She’s okay. I mean, she’s dealing with it. Her sister is there for her.”

Worrying her lip again, Lena nods, and silence sets between them.

“I know I’ll never understand what you’ve been through,” Lena starts without looking at Supergirl. “As I said before, no human truly can, but…in a way, I understand. When I lost my mom…I lost everything; I lost her, my house, my friends… Everything I knew…gone, and suddenly I was with this knew family who might as well have been from a different planet.”

Kara turns her head just slightly so she can discreetly watch Lena as she speaks. It’s during moments like this that Kara remembers how young Lena actually is, and how much she’s been through.

“I don’t remember much about my mom, and I never knew anything about my father, well, at least not until Lillian decided to tell me Lionel was my real dad to try and get something from me.” Lena scoffs, shaking her head. “My dad is now gone, Lillian has tried to kill me many times, and I watched the only person who truly loved me turn into a monster.” Suddenly Lena has an urge to drink something strong, but she forces herself to stay still. “And once again, the life I knew was taken from me. No one wanted to be associated with me anymore… the friends I thought I had, left me; the man I loved couldn’t understand why I needed to move here.” Sighing, Lena rubs her temples and a practiced smile appears on her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn this into a Lena Luthor pity party. All I’m trying to say is, even though no one on Earth can understand the scale of what you’ve lost, some of us can still understand what it feels like to lose everything and having to start over.” Placing her hand on Supergirl’s arm once more, Lena says, “Just know that you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and if you ever want to teach me anything from your culture, I’d be more than willing to learn.”

Kara can’t stop her tears, but she’s smiling brightly again. “Thank you, Lena.” And as a word crosses her mind, Kara’s smile turns into a full-on grin. “How about we start with the word ‘mbysh’?”

Lena returns the smile, glad that she was seemingly able to comfort the hero. She tentatively repeats the word, making Kara giggle. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” Lena laughs along with Supergirl.

“I’m not laughing at you! I promise!” Kara snorts out a laugh. “You just sound very cute! Come on, try again.” She says, repeating the word for Lena.

Lena can feel her cheeks burning at the compliment, but she repeats the word after Supergirl, earning an excited squeak. “Better?” She asks.

“Yes! It was perfect!” Kara beams.

“Good!” Lena says proudly. “But what does it mean?”

Kara tilts her head to the side for a moment, smiling softly at Lena, before leaning in and kissing Lena’s cheek. “Friend. It means friend.”


redesign of foleo from fire emblem i had lying around on my computer
BUT would you look at that improvement!!! it’s a few months away from the one year anniversary of me posting art, and I have to say THANK YOU to all of you who push me to keep drawing and creating more art!! I couldn’t have improved so much without you guys motivating me, you mean so much to me for sticking around even though i can go a while without posting anything, so from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU! <3

I will do my best to keep making stuff that you can all enjoy!

I think something drastic must have happened to Viktor when he was 23.

From what we know, he has 5 consecutive golds in the GPF and in Worlds (a winning streak which would have started in the season of his 23rd year), and if he did have any other gold medals besides that, I feel like they probably would have been mentioned, right?

And other than his gold medal streaks in Worlds and the GPF, the only other medal we know of his for certain is the Gold he got in the JGPF when he was 16, after which he probably debuted in the senior division.

So that’s 6 figure skating seasons totally unaccounted for.

If he was already as amazing as we’ve been led to believe at the age of 16, it shouldn’t have taken him that long to get the gold again.

Even if we factor in the possibility of puberty and growth spurts causing problems for him and causing him to flub his jumps, he probably would have had at least one more gold by age 20.

And like, it probably wouldn’t have happened all at once, you know what I mean? His progress would probably have been a bit more jumpy. Like, a gold in GPF one year, then silver the next, then he’d snatch gold back. The progress would be gradual.

But from the way it is now, it just seems kinda like he woke up one day, and decided to get gold, and that was that.

Now, it’s not like I have an actual theory as to what happened in those 6 years we know nothing about. Maybe it really was just him slowly climbing his way back up from the bottom of the senior division, and the year he turned 23 was the year it all just clicked for him.

Maybe 23 was the year he started training under Yakov (though I know the fandom likes to hc that Viktor’s been under Yakov since the beginning, myself included, we don’t have any actual confirmation of this if i’m remembering correctly. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.)

Maybe he had an injury soon after entering the senior division, and had to spend several years in rehab, and 23 was the year he was finally able to come back. (It would kinda explain that one conversation he had with Yuuri when he mentioned that Yuuri’s excellent stamina could do with the fact that he was younger than Viktor and that he hadn’t had any serious injuries before.)

Anyways, my point isn’t to try and convince you of any theory I might have about those seven missing years.

My point is that we literally know so little about Viktor that you could write a fic in which, in the time he was 17-23 years of age, he could have:

  • Had a child
  • Suffered a serious enough injury that he was forced to temporarily retire
  • Robbed a bank
  • Eloped with Chris
  • Gotten a university degree
  • Opened a small flower shop in the coastal town of Vernazza, Italy
  • Become a world-class violinist

And it would still, technically, be entirely canon compliant.


A/N: A little thing about Y/N not being ready to be a mom and Harry being clueless! 

“Yeah, I guess I’ve just been feeling weird lately.” 

You rested your back against the old, almost vintage, white metal chair of your mother’s garden. It was weird how in a matter of months, this place had changed from feeling like home to feeling like your mother’s house for you had been living with Harry for six months now and that feeling of comfort and safety you used to feel when you walked through your mother’s door was the one you felt now when you closed the door of your shared apartment in London. 

You had kissed him goodbye the morning before you headed back home to visit your mum for a couple of days and now there she was, sitting down on her own chair, with her reading glasses on as she went through some of her patient’s records. She stopped typing and turned her chair so she could have a good look at you though and you rolled your eyes playfully knowing the visit had just started. 

“What do you mean by weird, hon?” 

She pursed her lips, the wrinkles around her eyes deepening as she narrowed her eyes the slightliest bit. She had managed to keep the garden as green as it was when you and your brother were still home and the fig tree was bearing the brunt of many figs that were just about ready to be picked. 

“And sit down properly on your bottom, please.” 

Once again you rolled your eyes as a smirk tugged from your lips and you passed your legs over the armrest and sat down straight, just like Harry liked it as well you’re gonna hurt your back one of these days, m’love. 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I mean I got a cold a couple weeks ago when I went to the beach with Harry but I think it’s been long enough for a cold to heal.” 

“It might be the flu, though.” She shrugged. “It’s not that time of the year but… The flu’s never out of the table.” 

She stood up, wrapping her stethoscope around her neck before she stood right behind you grabbing your shoulders so she corrected your position. You couldn’t stop smirking. She placed the stethoscope on your chest and asked you to take deep breaths. 

“Be careful though.” You warned. “My boobs hurt. I’m waiting for my period.”   


“Uh, I should get it this week.” You nodded. “Or maybe last week? I’m not sure, I’ve been super stressed with work and Gem’s wedding so I haven’t been properly keeping track.” 

You couldn’t see your mum slowly nodding, as if she had just seen all the truth in the world, and she almost wanted to hit your head with the stethoscope because dear Lord how could her own daughter be so clueless? 

“And now you’re feeling tired?” She asked, standing now next you so she could look into your eyes. You nodded. “And funny like sometimes you just wanna sleep and some other times you would eat everything in the fridge?” You nodded again, opening your eyes wide because man, that woman was a genius. “And… You haven’t gotten your period this month.” 

You just looked at her, completely in shock at what you now knew she was going to say. 

“Then… I think it can only be two things.” So there’s still hope, there’s still hope… “A boy or a girl.” She chuckled, placing the stethoscope on the table before she turned at you. “Oh, baby, have you guys not been using protection?” 

“No, yeah, of course we do! I take the pill.” 

“Every single day, no exception?” 

“Yeah.” You frowned, standing up so you looked more serious and honorable, you thought. “I take the pill religiously. I mean I’m 21 years old, madam, I wouldn’t want to get pregnant and Harry’s like super busy with his second album and… and… Already thinking about the second world tour and… I mean half his mates have daughters or sons so we know what that’s like and I’m not… I’m not ready to be a mom.” 

You shook your head very fast and many times as if somehow you could get the pregnancy out of your mind if you moved your head enough. Your mum just smiled though and you hated that she wasn’t freaking out like you so you frowned at her. 

“Why on Earth are you looking at me like that?” 

She just laughed so you crossed your arms across your chest, completely flabbergasted at your mum’s reaction. How was this funny to her? Her only daughter might be pregnant at the age of 21 and all she could cook was like… pasta but like the easy type, with cheese or tomato sauce tops, or like… ready-made soup. You were in no shape to bring a baby into this world. 

“You’ll be allright, kid.” She placed her warm hand over your shoulder though and you just stayed there, looking ahead at the fig tree, watching a fig falling to the ground. 

Harry called you that same night, apologizing for having bein such a caveman about your friendship with Adam. It was really so silly, you thought, that he would get jealous of Adam. Yes, you were good friends but dear Lord he was a married man and he was so obviously in love with his wife, it was unbelievable that Harry would get jealous of him. You had talked it out the night before you came up to your mum’s house, but really his jealousy had been the reason why you needed to come up to your hometown for a while, because lately everything was feeling weird for you. He asked about how you were feeling too, concern evident on his voice, but you didn’t really cover the topic of your mum’s suspicion or the conversation at all. You laughed way too loud at his terrible jokes and even he frowned at your reaction, smirking and asking why you were acting so euphoric, baby; but you didn’t tell him anything because there was nothing to tell anyway. You hadn’t even taken the pregnancy test and why worry him when there was no need, right? You didn’t need to tell him just yet anyways… How did it go? Oh, yeah, that’s right. I’m having your baby, it’s NONE of your bussiness, right? 

You stayed with your mum for another day and even though you had rejected her many attempts of persuasiong for you to take the test, she had managed to calm you down about the whole possible pregnancy thing. She always did that- make things easier- and right then you thought if you were ever going to be a mum, at least you would have the best role model. As you drove back home, the indie playlist Harry had made for you filling your ears, you kept listening to your mum’s words as if they were written somewhere in the car. There are many options, love, and you can always decide not to be a mother just yet. Abortion is another valid choice, you know that, right? This is your life and no one has the right to judge you or act like they know better. You know Harry’ll be there for you either way- otherwise your brother will kick his ass. 

Yet Harry wasn’t home when you got there and as much as you wanted to see him, you were also glad you could have a moment to yourself so you could at least think about the way of approaching this. Throwing your dirty clothes to the laundry basket, you frowned when you grabbed a small carton in your duffle bag. A pregnancy test- smooth, mum- with a post-it note stick to it “You won’t have an excuse not to tell him after you take the test, love.” You rolled your eyes. 

But you guessed she was right… So you closed the bathroom door, even though you were alone, and you took it., your hand shaking as you held it exactly where you needed it to be. You were going to tell him anyway. If it was positive, then you would ask him to sit down on the couch and you would tell him- somehow, that you were carrying his baby; and if it was negative then you would have a laugh about it over a salad- now that he was acting like a health freak again- later tonight. 




You looked at yourself in the mirror. Positive. You covered your belly with your hands. Positive. It was now flat but in a matter of months it would be all round and swollen and there will be a baby in there- well technically, there was already a baby in there, but it must be so tiny they didn’t need any extra room just yet. And not just any baby but Harry’s, Harry’s baby was in your belly. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat as tears fell down your cheeks. 

You were only 21 years old. Looking at yourself in the mirror, for the first time you realized how much you still looked like a girl. You frowned. You imagined yourself sitting down on the living room floor trying to play with those small, colourful toys that babies had with a little boy, about 10 months old, with brown curly hair and green eyes. You imagined yourself feeding him in a high chair in the kitchen, taking him to the park, playing with him on the snow, swimming with him at the beach and then you imagined waking up in the middle of the night to a crying baby that wouldn’t settle with anything. 

You imagined Harry being gone, but he was just 24 years old, he was living his dream, having the time of his life and you were not about to ruin that for him with a boring family life, driving up to your mum’s house to have lunch with her every second sunday. And yet you couldn’t raise a child on your own either. Gosh, you didn’t even know how to properly iron your clothes, how were you going to iron onesies? And alone at that? Was that what you wanted anyway? To have a family and be alone half the time? What would you do when your son missed his daddy? 

You were holding the positive pregnancy test in your hands when Adam walked in. Harry had called him and he had said you would appreciate it if he popped over at home and have lunch with you or something for he was so busy with Gemma’s wedding he couldn’t escape to see you until later tonight. He wanted you to know he was okay with it, he wanted to train himself so he could be okay with it for real and Adam had come over to pick you up and had called for you around the house but when he couldn’t find you he had made his way upstairs and had seen you, sitting on the bed and holding a pregnancy test. Holy cow. 

He had promised not to tell Harry though. He had strongly encouraged you to tell him- to put it nicely- but you knew you could trust him and you knew he wouldn’t tell him if you didn’t want him to. He was your closest friend out of Harry’s band  but you knew your closeness with Adam was still a touchy subject for your boyfriend, it bothered him sometimes, so if it were to find out Adam out of all people knew about your pregnancy before he did, he would lose it, you were sure. You could get all arrogant again, and throw that speech at him that jealousy was just insecurities and that he had no fucking reason to be insecure because he was a Greek god, but then you would be being hypocritical because… Well because it had also bothered you sometimes how close he seemed to be with Ursula, his new hairstylist. It was stupid, but you couldn’t help it when he was away and you were home and you thought about the two of them laughing in playful banter before the concerts. 

You decided you’d throw the pregnancy test away before you and Adam left for lunch- last thing you needed was Harry finding it somewhere and freaking out. All throughout lunch, Adam couldn’t stop smiling as he coaxed you into telling Harry because he would be so happy, Y/N, damn it, that boy is so in love with you!  And after a lot of rolling your eyes and a lot of hitting his arm, you had decided to go grocery shopping so you could cook a nice dinner and tell Harry over a nice glass of wine. 

After a long day of walking around London with his mum and sister, he had come home in a rush to an empty house, expecting his hairstylist to knock on the door any minute now. He had called her over so they could talk about his sister’s wedding, see if he could count on her to do her hair, and now they were making lemonade as they went over the dates and stuff. Ursula froze on the spot when, holding the remnants of the lemons on her hands, she saw the positive pregnancy test lying there on the bin. 

“Wow!” She frowned. “Congrats by the way.” She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips as she placed the lemonade in front of Harry. 

“On what?” He smiled. 

“On the child!” 

“What child?” 

She frowned. 

“There’s a positive pregnancy test on the bin.” She whispered. “I thought you knew.” 


He stood up from the table, frowning in bewilderment before he made his way towards the bin. He bent over, grasping the test on his hand and staring at it with impossible thoughts burning on his mind. You didn’t tell him anything? You sure had been acting weird but.. He never thought… Why didn’t you tell him? He started thinking about all the little things you had said and all the little things you had done but he didn’t see any hints on your part, or anything out of line really. 

“She didn’t tell you.” Ursula noted. 

He looked up at her. 

“Maybe… Maybe it’s not hers?” She bit her bottom lip. “Maybe it’s… a friend’s of hers?” 

“Maybe.” He shrugged, unconvinced. 

“Well it might not even be yours.” She laughed and Harry frowned. 

“Well if it’s a friend’s of hers is definitely not mine.” He joked along and she shrugged. 

“You never know these days.” She shrugged. “I mean with all the time we spend away… That’d explain why she hasn’t told you.” 

Harry glared at her, his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed as his fist curled around the positive test. He had a feeling it was yours, how unlikely was it anyway that a friend of yours would come to your place to take a fucking pregnancy test? And what friend anyway? Nancy was single and Eve was a lesbian. Of course they could get pregnant still but it was less likely than Y/N… Even though she took the pill, didn’t she? 

“If it’s Y/N’s then it’s mine.” He was sure of that. 

“Hey, man, relax.” She chuckled. “I was just saying. I mean just… She hasn’t told you, has she? That’s weird. I mean I would tell you- I mean my boyfriend- even before I took the test, you know? I mean… Listen, H, I’m just looking out for you.” 

“Well, you don’t need to look out for me when it comes about Y/N.” It was clear he was mad. “What she and I have… You just don’t get it if you think for one second she would cheat on me. Now, I don’t want to be rude and gosh I know you didn’t mean it but… I think you should leave. I didn’t like the way you talked about my girlfriend.” 

“Well, I’m sorry but if the kid doesn’t look anything like you, don’t tell me.” She rolled her eyes before she left. 

She bumped your shoulder as she walked out the door and Harry rushed to keep the test on the cutlery drawer, cursing himself when he realized what he had done. You smiled at him before giving him a peck on the lips as you placed the bags on the counter. 

“Got you avocados.” You smiled. “What happened with Ursula by the way? I know you said she didn’t hate me but she-” 

“We had a fight.” 

“You… You had a fight?” You frowned, thinking he wouldn’t fight if he didn’t care. “About what?” 

“Uh, she… She said something she shouldn’t have.” 

“Alright?” You frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No.” He shook his head. “She was wrong, it doesn’t matter. How was your day?” 

He kept the fruits and the yogurts on the fridge as you kept taking things out of the bags. 

“It was good.” You smiled. “How was-”

“Did you carry that bag all the way to the flat?” He closed the fridge, resting his hand on the counter next to the bags and looking closely at your face. 

“Uh, yeah?” You smiled. “I’m a big girl, H.”

“You shouldn’t be carrying that much weight.” 

You swallowed. You were surely just being paranoid. He couldn’t know. Adam wouldn’t have told him- he would have told you if he had. He was surely just saying that, just like he told you not to go to bed with your hair all wet or to eat something else when you had spent a week eating soup. His green eyes stared into your own before you turned around and started keeping things on the pantry. 

“Seriously, Y/N?” His figure followed you closely. 

You turned around and sighed, rubbing your forehead with your fingertips. 

“It wasn’t even that heavy-” 

“You don’t have anything to say to me?” 

He knew. For the love of God, how could he know? 

“Yes, I found your pink Gucci t-shirt. It was on the-”

“Baby.” He cut you short, his green eyes staring sternly into your own. 

You couldn’t read his expression, but he didn’t seem too thrilled about it. 

“I can’t believe he told you.” You snapped, covering your face with your hands. 

“He?” He frowned. 

“Adam!” You yelled. “Don’t play dumb with me now, Harry, I really don’t need you to-”

“Adam?” He frowned, raising his voice himself. “So it’s fucking true! Is it Adam’s? You’re having Adam’s baby?” 

“What?” You yelled. “How dare you say something like that?” 

“Oh, right, I’m not as stupid as you thought I was! You… Ursula was fucking right and here I was like a fucking idiot defending you!” 

“What in the world are you saying? Do you seriously think I would cheat on you? Is that what you think of me, really?” 

“How could I not?! You’ve been acting so strange lately, all distant and fuck and then I found a fucking pregnancy test on the bin and… How long have you known for?” 

“Why does it matter? You really think I would cheat on you with your friend! I can’t believe you think that of me, Harry. I thought you trusted me!” You snapped. “And yet here you are, believing fucking Ursula over me? And it just had to be her, hadn’t it? Just so you know Harry, I would never, ever cheat on you! You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I love you, fuck,so knowing that’s what you think of me fucking hurts, Harry! The baby is yours! Of course is yours you idiot!” 

“Well then why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I was scared! I am terrified! And maybe I’m so scared because I don’t know if I want to raise a baby with you!” 

His frown deepened, his green eyes getting glossy as he tried to hold your gaze. Your jaw was clenched and you had never been madder in your entire life so you looked challenging, as if you didn’t regret what you had said one bit. He didn’t know what hurt him more, the words you had said or the fact that he had brought this upon himself. 

“And…” You got back at it “Maybe that is because I am not sure about a future with you!”  

“Then I don’t know what I’m doing here!” 

“Neither do I!” You finished. 

“Goodbye then!”  


My Valentines contribution. Written a bit tipsy and hastily on my phone, un-beta’d, natch. Posted via mobile.

Spoilers: everything up to s10 (I think, depending on your interpretation)

Rating: NC-17

Trigger warnings: mentions of depression

Tagging @today-in-fic


Perhaps Valentines Day wasn’t the best time to start venturing out as an official couple again on their therapist- prescribed ‘date night’.

Dinner went as well as could be expected, and she might have had one too many glasses of house red to ease her nerves and abate the tension. The restaurants are crowded with other couples—some laughing, some quiet, others clearly going through the motions, checking their watches. The close proximity and bustling noise make Mulder nervous, isolation has made him hypersensitive and fidgety. But he’s trying for her, for them. Not even the deepest of depressions could smother his New England breeding. He’s pulled out her chair, led her expertly in a gentle foxtrot to Sinatra, been attentive and complimentary, and anyone who didn’t know him as well as she does would never have noticed his lack of appetite, or his incessant swallowing as if a dinner roll were caught in his throat. The food is delicious and they are still companionably quiet at their table, which is a relief, but the environment with its scraped linens and roses and music, combined with the scent of rich sauces and overbearing perfume is the equivalent of a romantic pressure cooker. Before dessert menus can be suggested by the over-solicitous waiter, Scully takes pity on him and slides her hand over his.

“Let’s go home,” she suggests calmly.

He interprets her subtle meaning perfectly, but is caught off guard nonetheless. Her eyes are steady and sure enough for the both of them, though, even though her mind is all but screaming that this is too soon. But it’s Valentines Day, damnit. And she’s had a little too much wine, she’s feeling frisky and pliant, and he looks good enough to eat. Even when his eyes are clouded, the melancholy in his features suits him, even his bone structure lends to a forlorn sort of beauty. She wants him. She wants his hands and his body and being in his presence lately just isn’t enough.

He kisses her knuckles as they pull into the drive, and she feels a trill of hopeful anticipation flutter around her rib cage. Sometimes she forgets that despite their recent distance, he is still the man who knows and loves her best. He’s still in there, and he’s fighting his way back.

The kitchen floor is slippery and cool to her stockinged feet, a contrast to the flush in her cheeks. She is pouring them each a glass of the bottle they bought from that winery how many years ago, and he is behind her nuzzling and nipping, sending gooseflesh over her skin and heat to her groin. She giggles uncharacteristically and uses her bottom to push him off, encouraged by the feeling of his thriving erection. He is undeterred, though, and presses her belly into the counter, retrieving the glasses from her hands, whispering “later” into her ear, and she mentally chides herself for putting him in the position to be the smart one, to remember that combining alcohol with antidepressants is not only contraindicated, it could be an impediment to his responsiveness to her. But something about his pragmatism seems off. Abruptly she pushes his hands away and turns to face him, noting with dismay that his expression is one of practiced enthusiasm. Her temper flares but is quickly extinguished.

“Hey,” Her hands are on his face and stroking behind his ears, the way she knows renders him totally helpless. “we don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

The best thing about their rehabilitated relationship is that they are consciously avoiding evasive tactics. They cut to the chase because lying to each other would only be an excise in futility. Briefly he looks offended, but just as quickly his face turns sorrowful, knowing full well she’s seen straight through his carefully orchestrated seduction. He pulls her close and kisses her forehead in apology. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want this,” he says to her hairline, “I just….its like….wanting chocolate cake…even though my taste buds don’t work anymore.” She can feel him close his eyes above her. “I remember what it was like…to feel things. But right now it’s, it’s like I feel everything, and nothing all at the same time.”

Her hand travels to the nape of his neck and she lifts her face to kiss that button chin she’s secretly obsessed with.

“It’s ok, “ and she smiles, genuinely smiles up at him, so utterly thankful for his honestly that her earlier plans now seem trivial. “It will get better.”

He’s searching her eyes for any trace of pity, and finds none. And something about that sends his libido surging. He kisses her, eyes open, so he can gauge her reaction, and she lets him, complicit. Standing at such close proximity, she can feel his heart thud, causing the buttons of his dress shirt to shiver. Large palms grip her buttocks and hoist her round his waist with little effort. Thicker in his later season, the effort that he has put in to fight his demons has paid off.

The next few moments occur in flashes, the trip around him and up the stairwell, her laughing in earnest and his hot breath at her neck. He drops her carelessly onto the bed and leers, unabashed, then gathers her skirt around her waist. Ever mindful of her expensive taste, he chooses not to rip her silk blouse away and instead carefully frees each button, pulling the cups of her bra down and away, flesh spilling forth. She knows that her acceptance has done wonders for his ego and by proxy his desire, and part of her wants to pick this moment apart, figure out who this new animal is. The hedonist in her does not care. Her nylons were discarded at some point, she does not remember when, and now his palm is at her mons, warm and reassuring.

“What do you want?” She can hear her voice, but cannot place where it originates.

“I want to feel….” his eyes are on her groin but unfocused. His thumb grazes her clitoris, “you. I want to feel you.” And he’s suddenly ripping at his belt, zipper, freeing himself.

He places her hands at her inner thighs, presses, opens her. She is a willing oblation. He teases her first, entranced by the way his shaft now glistens and slides through her folds, then enters her with an audible grunt. This acute focus he has right now on their sex, his reveling in the sensation, it’s arousing to the point it’s making her delirious. His eyes are glazed over, onyx black and focused solely on where his body is entering hers. His pace is purposeful, deep and perfectly rhythmic, like good blues. He’s loud tonight. He’s vocalizing his pleasure, almost constant moans making its way past unmoving lips, deep from his chest and increasing in pitch and desperation. He’s positively entranced and it thrills her, god it thrills her to watch him get off on her this way. He’s wholeheartedly objectifying her, they both know it. He can’t stop himself. And she’s loving it. She is so swollen and aroused, tender and leaking as an overripe peach. The ridge of his glans presses on the front of her wall with purpose and the sensation feels like a spinal block, warmth and heaviness flooding her from the waist down. Her own climax is close, just a few swipes and her body would start to milk his. But something about the way he’s gazing down makes her not want to obstruct the view. So she pulls back, spreads herself wider and revels in victory when his expression turns pained and desperate.

Mulder has always been a giving lover, an intuitive one and he knows what she’s needing. But tonight is about him, and she finds herself being the one to try and hold out. He’s not making it easy. As much as he’s studying her, she cannot avert her eyes from the sinewy flex of his obliques as he pumps into her. There’s a new-penny shine of sweat concentrated at the apex of his clavicle she would love to lick clean. He grunts again, curses her name and that does it. She writhes and arches, possessed, as her orgasm seizes her. Waves of pleasure arc their way through her body, causing her internal muscles to contract, then quake in its release. He watches, triumphant and slack jawed. She is left quaking, with goose flesh and chattering teeth. When he allows himself to come, it chokes him silent. He collapses atop her, the distended veins in his throat and fluttering of his eyelids being the only hint at its intensity. His orgasm explodes and then seems to reabsorb, an endothermic process, and she can swear his body temperature rises 10 degrees. He’s a specimen of physics, her lover, and that in itself is intoxicating. She she luxuriates in the feel of his pubis as it pulses and contracts, spilling into her. He comes and comes, and she wonders how long it must have been for him. His breath is rainforest warm and wet at her throat.

Finally sated, he’s tender but spent and weak as a kitten. At times like this, she feels so exquisitely close to him. It is as if any separation were a ruse, a disguise, and this physical joining were their true form, hidden away in secret and brought to life by a certain kind of moon, like one of his beloved cryptids. His muttered gratitude is hoarse but genuine, and she knows he’s expecting a “you’re welcome” of some sort, but her endorphin-soaked brain has one phrase on loop and it’s all she can think to counter with.

-“I love you.”-


Size||Why don't we||Preference four♡

Summary: You struggle with your size, even though they think you are the most beautiful girl in the world.



Requested:Not on here

A/n:Every single one of you are beautiful! Taken from my Wattpad:)

Daniel Seavey- You stood in the room you and Daniel shared at the Why Don’t we house, your shirt rolled up to the bottom of your bra, as tears streamed down your face. When you were younger you were a little heavier than most, causing some asshole people to make fun of it and you. Over the last 2 years you had started working out 3 times a week and you had noticed a huge difference from how you once looked and felt, some of that having to do with working out and some of that having to do with Daniel, he had made you feel so incredibly beautiful. Your mental health along with your actual health had been improving so much and not a day went by where Daniel didn’t tell you that he was proud of you and that you were beautiful, he knew how much you struggled with your self image and did anything he could to help you. But all the hard work you had seem to do undid its self a few days ago, the words replaying in your head over and over again.

You and Daniel had gone out to eat lunch, he had been so busy in the studio that he hadn’t had much time to spend with you over the last week so he had taken you out to a nice lunch before you spent the day together.

After you had sat down, he excused himself to the bathroom after telling you want he wanted so you would order for the two of you.

When the waitress from the restaurant came over to the table where the two of you sat by the window you could instantly tell she wasn’t in the best mood, so you tried to be extra nice and smile more, thinking maybe she had just dealt with a really rude person and could use one.

After you had told her what Daniel had wanted you glanced at the menu one more time before shutting it and tell her what you wanted. Instead of writing it down, she looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You sure you want to order that?” She asked, you looked at her confused. Was it bad?

“Yeah why?” You asked, your voice a little softer than it had once been.

“Its a lot of calories,Maybe try a salad honey. If you get any fatter he isn’t gonna stick around” She laughed before writing down what you had once ordered and then snatched the menu from your hands and walked away, shaking her head in the process.

You looked down at your hands, tears brimming in your eyes.

You were taken out of your thoughts when Daniel opened the door and walked through, stopping right away when he saw the tears following down your face. You quickly shoved your shirt down and walked over to the bed, sitting down and wiping the tears away that were falling from your eyes.

“Baby, whats wrong?” he asked, shutting the door behind him and getting on the bed, sitting criss cross apple sauce facing you.

“Am I getting fat to you?” you blurted out, shock and sadness plastered his face. Daniel never really understood why you were so self conscious, from the moment he met you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and even though he was proud of you for working out and trying to better yourself he never even thought for a second that you needed to lose weight and he could’ve cared less if you gained. You would always be perfect to him, no matter what.

“What baby? No why would you ask that?” He asked, reaching his arms out and pulling you onto his lap, your head now leaning on his shoulder as your legs hung over his lap and on the bed.

“When we went for lunch the other day.. you went to the bathroom and when I ordered for myself she asked me if I was sure thats what I wanted because it was a lot of calories and she told me if I got any fatter you wouldn’t stick around"You told him, not looking into his eyes anymore as you whispered the ended, not wanting to say it yourself.

"Excuse me?” He asked, anger breaking out all over his face.

“She said what?!” He hissed. He brought his fingers to your chin, making your head tilt up and your eyes connect with his.

“Y/n, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my whole life. I thought that from the moment you walked into the Bakery that day and Ive thought it everyday since. If you lose fifty pounds or gain fifty pounds you will still be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Please don’t listen to a stupid girl like her. I love you so much babygirl and nothing you could ever say or do would make me leave you, even more so over something silly like weight. I love you for you, not what you look like.”

Jack Avery- You sat on the couch in the living room of the Why Don’t we house, looking through the comments of the most recent post Jack had posted of the two of you. Hating yourself more as you continued.

You had always been skinny, skinnier than most. When you were 13 you were diagnosed with an over working thyroid, which meant it burned off an extreme amount of calories causing not a lot of fats to stay in your body. It was something you were extremely self conscious about, you felt like everyone judged you as soon as they saw you and being in a bathing suit was something you had absolutely hated, and of course that was what you were wearing in the photo. Daniel had taken the photo of the two of you when you, the boys and a few of their girlfriends had a pool party. From the moment Jack saw it he fell in love with it, the way the two of you were looking at each other seemed to capture the love you two shared, but what you and everyone seemed to see was how Skinny you were.

Wdwfanforever Does she even eat?

Seaveymydaniel her legs or a stick? 99% Of americans can’t tell the difference

Jackypooavery Someone get this girl a burger

And that was just the start of them, there were hundreds of them,  basically all saying the same thing. On some level you had always hoped people wouldn’t notice, that it was just a you thing but after today you knew it wasn’t

"Hey baby whats up?” Jack asked, smiling at you as he walked in. You quickly shut your phone off and sat up to meet his eyes.

“Nothing really, just trying to figure out what show to watch on netlfix. I was texting Adi for some advice” You lied, giving jack a fake smile. The only other time you had gotten hate was when you two had first went public with your relationship and Jack was absolutely furious.

“Jack have you seen all the comments on your post?” Daniel frowned coming into the living room with his phone in his hand. While Jack looked to Daniel you shook your head fast, hoping he would get the hint and drop it, but Jack looked back at you before you could stop and scrunched his eyebrows together looking back and fourth between the two of you.

He pulled out his phone when you stopped him, taking his hands and phone in yours before making eye contact with him.

“Jack, really its nothing. Please just let it go and don’t get angry” You pleaded, but then Daniel opened his mouth.

“Its not nothing Y/n!” He said, Daniel had been your best friend growing up, him being the one who introduced the two of you and he had always been protective of you.

“Daniel please!” You yelled standing up, looking at him somewhat angrily in his eyes.

“Would someone please tell me what the fuck is going on!” Jack said, now leaving his spot from the couch and standing up as well.

Daniel handed Jack his phone, of course already on the post with the comments on his screen.

Jack sat back down has his face fell, reading comment after comment.

“Could you give us a second?” He asked, talking to Daniel but not lifting his eyes up from the phone, not stopping reading more and more comments. Daniel didn’t say anything, he just nodded and walked out of the room. He shut the phone off and threw it on the couch, sticking his hand up, reaching for yours. Once yours and Jacks hands connected he gently pulled you to him and sat you on his lap.

Jacks hands cupped your cheeks before his eyes locked with yours.

“When I first met you I knew I was falling in love with you when I saw you having that eating competition with Jonah, and the best part was you won” He started causing you to giggle but your eyes never unlocking with his.

“I know we never talk about how self conscious you are, I catch you looking at your body in the mirror after a shower or the way you feel uncomfortable when you aren’t wearing a hoodie. I never bring it up because I never want to upset you, but so many times have I been sitting and watching you while you laugh or when you break out into those terrible dance moves of yours when one of our songs play and overtime all I can think about is how fucking beautiful you are. Y/n, you are the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen, everyday you take my breath away and weather you are 100 pounds or 200 pounds my opinion on you will never change” Once he finished you had tears threatening to fall, god you loved this boy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing with the hair that laid around the base before putting your forehead on his.

“I love you so much Jack Avery”

Jonan Marias- “You aren’t fat per say, you’re just a plus size model” Your friend told you as you took a bite from your chicken wrap as the two of you were at lunch. You instantly stopped eating your food and put it back down on the plate your face dropping completely as you pushed the food away from you, no longer hungry.

“Excuse me?” a guy asked, raged filling his whole voice, looking between you’re friend and you. You had no idea who he was, but he was hands down the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your life. He was tall and had brown hair, with the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen.

“What?” Your friend snapped, obviously not liking the tone he was using. The boy looked at her in disgust while you just sat there watching.

“Why would you say something like that?” He asked, you had no idea why a stranger would get so angry over a comment like this, your ‘friend’ said stuff like this to you all the time and even though you tried to get use to it, it still hurt a little.

“Well its the truth” She said, rolling her eyes as she took another bite of her salad.

“The truth? The truth is she is one of the most beautiful girls Ive ever seen. The truth is that when I walked through the door my heart started beating a little faster once I saw her. The truth is that she deserves a hell of a lot better friends than you” He snapped, causing a blush to break out on your face as the two of you locked eyes, he winked at you before turning his attention back to the bitch eating in front of you.

“I think Im gonna go, Call me next week” She snapped, picking up her bag and rolling her eyes.

“Yeah she won’t be doing that. I hope you step in dog shit” He called just before she walked out the door causing you to explode into a fit of giggles.

“Now, Im Jonah and Id like to buy you coffee” He said, taking a seat where your friend had once sat.

“Im y/n” You smiled, looking into his eyes once again.

Zach Herron- The boys had gotten a brand deal with Adidas, they had pictures of a group and then each boys had pictures with a different girl, and of course you couldn’t help but stair at Zachs picture. Although you knew it was a photo shoot you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest, the way he was holding her skinny body, the way their faces were lit up with happiness, it hurt you. You always felt like Zach could do better, he could go out and find someone prettier, skinner, someone who would look better with him, but he chose you and everyday you wondered why more and more than the last.

“Whats wrong?” Jonah asked, walking outside to the patio where you sat, you hadn’t realized the frown that was forming on your face until you looked up to see Jonah with a worried expression on his face. Since you had moved into the Why don’t we house Jonah had become like an older brother to you, he cared about you the way a brother would and even Zach had to admit that the two of you had adorable brother/sister moments that the fans just loved.

He sat on the end of the lounge as you brought your feet up to your chest. You handed him your phone, his face filling with confusion.

“Why are you looking at this?” He questioned, feeling like he knew the answer already.

“Because look at her, he could do so much better than me. She’s so much prettier than me, she’s skinner and her smile looks amazing. The way they look at each other makes me realize that maybe Im not what Zach wants anymore, not when he knows he could have someone like her” You told Jonah.

“Y/n..” Zach said from behind you, causing you to jump. Your face went pale, not wanting him to hear the words that had left your mouth.

“Im gonna go” Jonah trailed off, putting your phone beside your feet and running inside, knowing that the two of you had a lot to talk about now.

Zach took Jonah’s spot at the end of your feet, taking one of your hands in his.

“She will never be better than you, no one ever will be. No one else’s eyes will sparkle like Diamonds in the sun, at least not like yours does. No ones laugh with make my heart melt completely overtime, not like yours does. No one will make me want to get out of bed everyday and make amazing things happen, not like you do. No one will make me fall in love all over again just by one simple kiss, not the way you do. You are one of a kind, you are it for me. Y/n your body is perfect to me, I love the way it fits in mine at night, I love the way your thighs touch and all your curves that seem to be placed in every right way. You are so fucking beautiful to me. All those girls you say I could get, I don’t even notice them. Why would I when I already have my everything right in front of me?”

“I love you so much Zach Herron” You whispered before bringing his face close to yours, pressing your lips on his soft pink ones.

Corbyn Besson- Corbyn and the boys were having a pool party, at first you were a little excited. Although the idea of you in a bathing suit was something you weren’t a fan of it was fine because you were comfortable with the boys and you knew that you wouldn’t be judged. But your attitude changed quickly when Corbyn had told you that it was going to become more of a party as there were more people coming over. 'Great’ You thought to yourself.

At first you had told corybn that you weren’t going to come anymore, telling him that you weren’t really a party person and He knew that a lot of people in the same space caused you anxiety but he had promised to stay right by your side the whole night and that you two would leave if it all got too over whelming for you. With his puppy dog face and his “Please baby’s” You couldn’t say no to the boy you were helplessly in love with so you said yes.

You were now at the party, in a bathing suit and feeling extremely uncomfortable, you stood outside by the pool, having a conversation with Jacks girlfriend who you were extremely close too and Corbyn.

“Im gonna go get us a drink okay? Ill be right back” He smiled, kissing your cheek and leaving. You had continued the conversation with Jacks girlfriend until a guy walked up to you, right away you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Hey beautiful, why don’t we go check out the rooms upstairs” He winked, the idea of throwing up had never sounded like a better idea.

“Um, I don’t think her boyfriend would like that very much” Corbyn said coming back with two drinks in his hand, you looked him in the eyes, slightly thanking him for saving you.

“Eh its whatever. She’s fat anyways” He chuckled, Cobyn put the drinks down and walked over to him.

“You might want to shut the fuck up” Corbyn snapped, his face red with anger.

“Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do if I don’t?” The drunk man asked, stepping closer to Corbyn, who was now only inches apart from him. Corbyn brought his hand back, ready to punch the man when you grabbed it quickly and pulled him back. His eyes met yours and his face softened when he saw the tears threatening to fall.

“Its not worth it, please walk away” You told him, your voice breaking at the end. Jonah and the rest of the boys had heard what happen from Jacks girlfriend and all had rushed outside to see the scene that had just unfolded in front of you.

“Im gonna go get changed” You whispered, his eyes scanning yours before you let go of him and walked into the crowed house and up the stairs to Corbyns room where your overnight bag sat int the corner.

Once you had changed you decided to stay upstairs, not wanting any more social interaction for today, you had simply had enough. You were reading a book on your phone when the door opened and a still upset looking corbyn came walking in to see next to you.

“What he said wasn’t true"He said, slightly gripping your chin and brought your face up to eye level.

"You are beautiful, inside and out. I love you y/n” He told you before bringing you into a kiss. He didn’t need to give you some huge speech, the way he kissed you made you feel beautiful and honestly that was all you needed.

Maybe that guy didn’t get to check out the rooms upstairs, but you and Corbyn did that night;).


If you couldn’t tell this imagine was about you struggling with your body. I wrote this because I know many people do, weather it be because you feel to big or too small. I personally struggle with body image issues and I know how it can effect people.

Im hoping that this made some of you feel better if you struggle with the same thing. But I just want you all to know that you are all extremely beautiful people!

Every Look

I got this request and I thought it was cute, so here it is! Title is from Moonlight by Ariana Grande. Requests are always open & hope you like it!


Request: could you do a imagine where shawn looks at the reader loving a lot and people always comment on it really fluffy and cute pls.

It’s something that’s been a constant since the first time you two met. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were working in a diner at the time, a small one near your apartment, and it wasn’t the best job in the world but it was a job. Shawn had come in with a few of his friends one day and you immediately caught his eye. The entire time you were serving them his eyes stayed on you, watching you walk away until he couldn’t see you anymore. As you were printing out their bill you could hear him and his friends talking quietly, or at least trying to talk quietly.

“Hey Shawn you might wanna close your mouth before you start drooling,” one of the voices say and a few others laugh.

“Shut up,” the person who you presume to be Shawn mumbles.

“Dude why don’t you just ask for her number or something?”

“Oh yeah and say what? ‘Hey I know I’ve been staring at you for the past hour like a complete fucking idiot but can I have your number?’”

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Surprise // Spencer Reid

Originally posted by nobravery

I do not own the gif

A/N — boo I’m back again. This isn’t very long I’m sorry.

• Requested: Yep! Thanks anon!

• Warnings: None

• Summary: ‘birthdays weren’t Spencer’s idea of fun, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun for her.’

Spencer didn’t like his birthday - that was just what it was for him.

He never had done. Every birthday he had since his dad left had been him looking after his mum or getting beaten up at school again, so he really didn’t have a reason to love his birthday.

But her? Oh, her.

He always made the biggest effort to see her smile on her birthday because that’s all he cared about on that day - seeing her smile.

He got flowers, made her favourite food, he did everything he could to see that magic smile.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” Morgan smiles as she wanders into the BAU once again, not being able to hide the grin from his charming words.

“Morning Morgan, thank you.” She replies, hugging him tightly.

Spencer stood up from his desk, having been in work since five a.m that morning setting everything up for her, making sure it would be the best surprise she had ever received. He made sure that this year, that smile would be one level brighter than it was last year.

“Happy birthday babe!” He beams, as her legs walk over to his long ones, he towers above her and hugs her tightly into his chest.

“Thanks Spence. I missed you this morning though.” She pouts, bottom lip slipping from her top in a fake sadness.

She wasn’t sad, he knew that, but part of him did feel bad for leaving her so early.

Spencer had woken up, and on the way to work bought her the flowers that make her melt inside, and headed over to meet Dave and Derek at the BAU, and had set up the perfect surprise for her in the briefing room.

“I’m sorry, I missed you too I just had so much to do that’s due in tomorrow that I couldn’t leave it any longer. I’m sorry.” He apologises, hands meeting the side of her face.

“Hey it’s ok, it happens in this job. Did you get it all done?” She asks him, oblivious to what he had planned.

They were so excited, all of the team, to watch her face light up like the stars in the sky when she saw everything.

They had gotten her presents, fairy lights had been set up, and everything they had ever done together had been taken in photo form, set up around the room.

She was part of the family they had created, and all of those photos showed that. They were telling a story of everything that they had been through together; everything they had done, the victims, unsubs, smiles and tears, was captured in those photos.

“Yeah, all done finally. Hey we need you to see the new case though.” He distracts her, Dave walking up from behind and hugging her alike the other two boys had, exactly the same as Emily and Penelope had ten minutes ago.

All of them had piled into the familiar room, Spencer’s warm hands covering her eyes to protect it all from being ruined.

“1!…2!…” they all count down, before his hands fall back down to his sides, smile bigger than ever.

And as it hits three seconds, her eyes open and that smile finally paints itself across her face, seeing all the photos pinned to the wall, smiling faces recovering the memories she never wanted to lose.

“G-guys… oh my god! This is so amazing, I have no idea what to say.” She beams, at her happiest that she had been in weeks, almost forgetting that downside to her job with her best friends and her boyfriend stood next to her.

“Wow, speechless for once.” Spencer giggles, noticing the lack of words at her shock.

Her heart beats, sounds of true love coming from the inside of her chest. She couldn’t believe she had found such true, caring friends - this had truly been the best birthday she had ever had.

Spencer had achieved his goal.

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Being a loner. You refuse to get close to anyone, due to the several events/situations that had taken place throughout your life.

You’d rather be alone, than to be left hurt or disappointed, for that matter.  It just makes life simpler. You perform as the average person would. You work, you cook, you eat, you sleep, etc. And you always keep to yourself. You never attempt to get close to another, for several reasons, as well as the fact that you do not trust, easily.  You only communicate with others, when and if needed (coworkers, customers, clerks, management, etc). This leaves little room for conversation (that isn’t required), or the opportunity to form a relationship.  One peculiar day, Loki (unbeknownst to you) takes an interest in your reserved and distant nature.  Gradually, he attempts to build some sort of ’friendship’ with you.  Once you become aware of his intentions, you decide to put an end to it, stating that you don’t need friends, as It’s just a waste of time and energy.  However, as the two of you proceed to discuss the matter, Loki manages to reveal a part of you that he thought to be impossible.

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William Nylander - Part 1

Again, beginnings can be a little boring and long. Next post is much more action packed and exciting! I’m excited to begin this next story and hope you all enjoy it as well! 

               “Are you done looking for the fairest of them all, Rian?” I say snidely to my sister, watching her stare at herself in the mirror.

               She throws a filthy look my way though she has no comeback. Her brain doesn’t work that fast.

               “You two ready?” We hear a shout from downstairs.

               “Coming!” I call back, giving Rian one last smirk before slinking out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

               “Hey, babe,” Nathan grins up at me, all green eyes and white teeth.

               “Rian’s coming, probably another forty-two years and she’ll be skipping down the stairs,” I tell him, reaching to bottom of the stairs. Leaning up and pecking him on the cheek before he has the chance to turn his head and kiss somewhere else.

               “That’s not much of a hello,” he raises an eyebrow at me.

               “You know me.” I say pulling on my jacket. “Never been one for hellos and goodbyes.” I wink at him and turn to the stairs once more. “Rian! You have thirty seconds to get your ass in the car!” I swing open the front door and hold out my hand, gesturing for Nathan to go ahead of me into the chilly Toronto air.

               I step out after him and we trudge through the snow to his waiting car, already warm from the drive over here. Settling down into the front passenger seat I look over my shoulder at the boy already waiting.

               “How’s it going, Jake?” I grin at him.

               “Same as always, Y/N. Taking the backseat for the sake of my best friend’s ego,” he winks at me as Nathan opens his own door and climbs into the driver’s seat.

               I roll my eyes and turn in time to see Rian sprinting down the front steps to the car. Her perfect blonde curls slightly losing their shape with the wet snow falling, but I don’t dare tell her that. When she scrambles into the backseat and Jake greets her, I don’t have to look at her to know her face its beat red.

               “Hey, Jake,” her voice sounds so small when she replies to him and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Nathan and I exchange a smirk as he puts the car into gear and glides us away to the ACC.

               “Usual seats?” Nathan asks me after a few minutes of casual conversation.

               “Nope.” I say, smiling out the window.

               “No? Where then?”

               “You’ll see,” I grin at him and exchange a secret smile with Rian.

               “You two are the worst,” Nathan mutters and I see his fingers twitch on the console between us. Discreetly as possible, I take my hand from where it was resting close to his and fold them in my lap. Any time he can, Nathan finds an excuse to hold my hand and while I don’t mind most of the time, my baby sister is currently in the backseat with Nathan’s best friend.

               “Really not going to tell me?” Nathan asks again, trying to put on his puppy dog eyes and I quickly look out the window again.


               “What if Jake asks?”

               “You wanna know, Jake?” I ask, not looking back.

               “I would love to,” he replies.

               “Rian, tell Jake.”

               I can hear them shift in their seats, putting their heads together.

               “What! Come on! That’s not fair!” Nathan exclaims, looking over his shoulder in the backseat before scowling at me. “Literally the worst.”

               Pleased with myself, I settle down into my seat and stare out the window contently for the rest of the ride, tuning out Nathan’s occasional complaint and the bickering I can’t make out from the backseat.

               Once Nathan is able to find an open parking spot, we pull our hoods up against the wicked wind and make our way into the crowd slowly milling into the arena. Nathan repeatedly bumps against my shoulder and I wince in annoyance each time. I slow my pace slightly and am able to maneuver Jake between us, only a little guilt forming in my stomach.

               I produce the four tickets when we get inside, holding my thumb over the seat section when Nathan tries to look over my shoulder.

               “You’ll see soon enough,” I say before he even opens his mouth. Holding out the tickets to the man behind the gate before Nathan can snatch them out of my hands. I step through the gate with the other three following along after me. We blend into the sea of blue and white of jerseys and shirts and hats though the occasional orange jersey breaks through the crowd.

               Rian and I lead the way down towards ice level, Jake and then Nathan following along. We reach the glass and turn right, walking to the very end of the row and taking our seats right next to the home team’s bench.

               I plop down onto the end seat, and rest my elbow on the railing between the Leafs bench and my spot.  

               “Good enough for you?” I ask him and he just stares at me in awe. “Happy Birthday!” I exclaim just as I start to hear shouting from the tunnel just behind me.

               Nathan stands there gawking as players begin flying past us out onto the ice. The sound of their skates digging into the ice makes goosebumps erupt all over my body. I look away from Nathan and out across the ice surface proudly. I may not consider myself his girlfriend but goddamn I would be a good one.

               Eventually Nathan drops down to his seat with the assistance of Jake. The three people to my left stare at each player as they zoom by while my attention filters down to the white and orange jerseys on the other end, indifferent to the blue ones in front of me.

               After the shock wears off, Nathan and Jake make their way back to the concourse to get themselves a few beers.

               “I’m starving, you want anything?” Rian asks me, standing to follow after the boys.

               “Just bring me one of whatever you get,” I say, smiling at her. “Thanks.”

               She nods and moves to walk away but pauses, turning back to me slowly. “I think you made Nathan really happy tonight, Y/N. You may be a horrible sister, but you’re a great girlfriend.” She winks and flashes me a smile before running up the stairs to catch up to the boys.

               I stare after her, my mouth slightly open as I try to find words even though she’s already gone.

               “But he’s not my boyfriend,” I finally whisper and turn back to the ice, though my gaze is unfocused. Does everyone think we are together? I don’t think we are. Why does Rian? Does Jake think the same thing? Does the lady staring at me two rows back also think so? No, probably not. I flinch as a puck hits the glass directly in front of me and I’m too late focusing in to notice who it was and why their pass was so horrible.

               I sigh and try to push all thoughts of boyfriends and green eyed boys out of my mind. I stretch out in my seat, resting my foot on the small lip beneath the glass and watch the players in front of me. My eyes follow various numbers and names across the ice. There’s Marner. Oh look he’s doing his weird stretch thing next to Matthews. And there’s Bozak hitting the glass where his son is standing.

I don’t flinch this time when another puck hits the glass in front of me and my eyes zero in on a small cluster of guys near the blue line near the opposite boards. None of them are looking at me but I see a few smiles. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the warm up drill they are currently working through.

I’m able to watch in peace for only a few minutes before my gaze is interrupted by a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. My breath catches in my throat as our eye contact extends past a few seconds as he skates by slowly, stretching his stick above his head. A slow smile forms on William Nylander’s face as he finally passes me and I blink several times though my eyes continue to follow him.

“The shortest line was for hotdogs,” Rian says beside me and I nearly fall out of my seat. “Jesus Y/N! You just scared the shit out of me!” Rian snaps as my sudden movement made her nearly fumble the stack of hot dogs in her arms.

“Sorry! Here,” I reach out and take the two large drinks out of the nook of her arm.

“What were you staring at?” Rian asks taking her seat and spilling the pile of wrapped hotdogs onto her lap.

“Oh nothing, just got absorbed into the action,” I say, picking a hotdog from the pile and unwrapping it.

“Sure or you were absorbed into the godliness that is William Nylander,” Rian snorts, taking a huge bite of her hotdog as I gape at her.

“How could you have possibly noticed that? Weren’t you trying not to break your neck while walking down the stairs?” I ask.

“I said your name about three times before you snapped out of it,” Rian says through a mouthful and I wrinkle my nose at her. “Plus I could feel the tension halfway up the stairs.”

“Oh shut up,” I mumble, taking a bite of my own hotdog and pointedly staring down towards where the Flames were warming up.

“The boys were still in line when I was on my way back. You should see the smile on Nathan’s face. And Jake’s for that matter.”

“Now that you bring up Jake…” I say suggestively, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Just shut up now.” Rian doesn’t even bother looking at me, but I can see the pink rising up her neck to her cheeks.

“Rian and Jacob sitti- OW!” I squeal as Rian pinches me under the arm which somehow makes me kick my leg out hard into the boards in front of me. I gasp in pain while Rian erupts into a fit of giggles as I massage some life back into my toes through my boots. “I hate when you do that!”

Rian is too overcome with laughter to answer me and I scowl across the ice in full pout mode. I hear laughter from the bench area beside me and when I glance over I immediately regret it. Nylander is standing with a Gatorade bottle in his hand and a smile on his face, his eyes on me. I quickly drop his gaze and return my attention to my foot that is still throbbing.

“Shut up,” I mumble when Rian nudges me in the arm. She opens her mouth to say something but I’m saved by the arrival of Nathan and Jake.

They take their seats and another punch of guilt hits me as Nathan sits on the other side of Rian, giving me a disappointed look. I try to ignore it and look anywhere but him, deciding instead to watch Andersen go through his pregame routine.

Nathan and Jake engage in their usual pregame conversations, going over statistics and predictions. I can’t help but steal glances at Nathan and the smile that never seems to leave his face. He catches my eye a few times and I give him a soft smile, though I’m quick to look away. No need to fuel the fire. He’s been one of my best friends since I was in high school and only recently has the relationship gone to another level, one I’m not too sure about yet.

The game starts without any more awkward eye contact, which I strategically planned despite the nudges from Rian every time she noticed someone staring in our direction. A downside to the seat choice I hadn’t thought about. The atmosphere comes to life as the Leafs take an early 2-0 lead over the Flames. Rian and I clap but we don’t jump out of our seats like the two idiots sitting beside us. We giggle at them each time, making jokes at them that they occasionally take a little offense to.

By the end of the first period Nathan and Jake have both successfully had two beers a piece and soon go on the hunt for more while Rian and I watch the intermission activity.

“How’s your toe?” Rian asks me sweetly after a few minutes and ignore her.

“Why did you call me Nathan’s girlfriend?” I ask instead, frowning at the glass in front of me.

“I thought you were, are you not?” Rian asks confused, and I can see her looking at me from the corner of my eye.

“Definitely not,” I say. “And I hope he doesn’t either.”

“But I thought you two had feelings for each other. And I see you holding hands sometimes, him kissing your cheek, the hugging…”

“Okay, I get it. That would look a little like dating.” I interrupt much to her amusement. “I do love Nathan, I just don’t think I want him like that. And now I feel like I let it go on too far.”

Rian is quiet a moment, a first for her. “Well then I take back my earlier statement. You’re not a good girlfriend, you’re a good friend.” She taps my hand once as the team again comes shuffling out of the tunnel beside me. I turn my attention from Rian to the game again, trying and failing to focus. Only when the goal horn sounds for a Toronto goal to I snap to attention and clap, having no idea who even scored.

Thankfully, I don’t have to look very far because he is already skating to the bench for the celebration and I’m not quick enough to look away. Those pretty blue eyes meet mine again, a huge smile crinkling them at the corners and I feel myself smiling as well, though I know it’s just because of the goal. When play resumes I still struggle to pay attention, my mind is whirling about too much. I’m overly aware of the boy sitting two seats down from and overly aware of the bench on the other side of me.

I prepare myself to get up after the next whistle, needing to get away from the bright lights of the arena, a slow throb already forming in my head when I hear it.

my therapist gave me a lot of information about writing and trauma - apparently it’s extremely common to be unable to write (or be creative in general) after trauma. Trauma has a physical impact on the brain and a side effect of that on creative people can be a sudden inability to create. 

It’s so validating hearing this from a professional and googling it so I can read about this as experienced by other writers, because I find it really, really hard to articulate the “NO!!!!!!!!” I get from my brain when I sit down to write now. 

It’s not the inability to write in general - I don’t at all have the inability to communicate, and non-fiction is not a problem for me at all. I just struggle to write creatively. Knowing the trauma can impair creativity makes it all much clearer. 

The jury’s out on exactly why this is, but the current theory is that it’s either the brain locking down and repressing your imagination so you can’t hurt yourself further by remembering and reliving the trauma, or it’s actual structural changes in your frontal lobe that mean you actually need to rebuild your capacity to be creative from the bottom up (or both).

Either way, it’s comforting. It’s been longer than a year since I’ve written a book. I’ve been trying to write a single commission that entire time. Every. Single. Word. Is such an enormous struggle to me 99% of the time, even though I have ideas, my head is a mess about how to execute them. I literally write all of my stories one sentence at a time, and for someone who used to average 1100 words an hour (easily), 20-100 words a day is so depressing. 

It’s helpful to understand that there is a reason for that. I’m not just lazy. I’m not just distracted. My brain is just doing its best to try and take care of me after some really horrible experiences. When I’ve worked through them, things will change. I need to be patient, realistic about how long the process will take, and I need to forgive myself. What happened to me wasn’t my fault, and this isn’t, either. 

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Soldier 76

  • He has heard 1 too many erectile dysfunction jokes as he has gotten older 
  • Of course, he has thick skin. 
  • However, he didn’t need this reminder that everything in his pants was working 
  • He is patient. And can put up with it till it just goes away on its own 
  • But when he gets home he is all over you 
  • He will do anything just for a chance to relive the pent-up stress you gave him 

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  • One would think with so many years of self-discipline he could control the sudden boner 
  • But NOPE
  • He is biting his bottom lip all day. 
  • His composure is a hair away from snapping like a twig 
  • He would never admit that you gave him such a bothersome boner. (Even though you knew) 
  • So he vouches just to take a cold shower to get rid of it. 
  • Dragons help him if you join him in it 

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  • He is mature enough to keep it in his pants
  • But oh boy will he be planning things for when he gets home 
  • An erection in that armor is not fun
  • He might bug you a little bit during the day. Asking if you wanna have fun tonight. 
  • He just wants confirmation you’ll help him get rid of his issue…

To Blob or Not to Blob?

Case File: The Globster

Picture it: You’re strolling along the beach hand-in-hand with your lover, laughing and looking at the sunset together. All of a sudden, you stop- you have hit something with your foot. You look down and scream in terror at the horrifying site before your eyes; a massive hideous putrid mass of life essentially vomited upon the shore from the bottom of the ocean. In this scenario you would be one of few people on earth to have experienced the cryptid called a Globster, and even though there have been several documented cases of them over the years, scientists still say these creatures do not exist. The sightings have all been explained away by other factors. However, though who have seen them remain steadfast in their stories; the Globster exists, and it can appear again on the ocean floor at any time.

The term “Globster” was coined by a biologist in Scotland, Ivan T. Sanderson, to explain a sighting of a creature who had no eyes, head, or bone structure. In other words, a massive blob. Some Globsters have been explained away as simply a dead whale or shark carcass, or even a giant squid or octopus. But some haven’t been so easy to explain, which further reinforces the idea that the Globster is a horrifically real phenomenon.

The first documented Globster took place in 1808 in Scotland, on the island of Stronsay; referred to as “The Stronsay Beast.” The species appeared one morning after a storm, and measured over 55 feet long without its tail (which was missing). The beast was measured by three witnesses, and explained as having three pairs of paws or wings, and smooth skin when stroked from its head downwards, but rough skin with stroked tail upwards. Its fins were edged with glowing bristles, and it had a large mane of bristles down his back. Lastly, the insides of its stomach were bright red. Overall, it was a unique and terrifying site, but that wasn’t the only sighting of a Globster in history.

There have been over 15 documented Globster sightings all over the world, dating from the 1800s up to today. Most recently, a Globster was spotted on the shore of the Philippines in May of 2018. There are videos and photographs of the 20-foot-long anomaly that surfaced in the town of San Antonio, which was four feet wide by two feet wide and reportedly awful smelling. Marine workers took samples from the mass, and government workers disposed of the monster, which they described as being a dead whale. However, a very similar type beast appeared last year in the Philippines, but was explained away as being an orca or a manatee.

So, do Globsters really exist, or are they the corpses of other mammals that are being over embellished about by the villagers who spot it? Most scientists are convinced that they are the decaying bodies of other large animals, but not all scientists are on board with the explanation. For instance, some scientists are convinced that one of the most famous Globsters called the Zuiyo-maru carcass is no regular mammal. In that case, on April 25, 1977, a fisherman caught a huge creature in its net that defied logic. The rotten smelling mass reportedly weighed 1,800 kg and was over 10 m long. The crew onboard was certain that the beast was unique, but the captain demanded the carcass be disposed of back into the ocean, so it didn’t spoil any of the fish that they had caught. Luckily, the crew was able to take some photos of the blob, which quickly spread like wildfire online.

It is still up to debate whether these creatures are simply shark corpses, or whale blubber, or actually cryptids like the Globster. But most of the individuals who have seen it with their own eyes remained convinced of its originality. One onlooker of the recent blob in Philippines said, “I couldn’t believe what it was, I’ve never seen anything like it. In God’s name, I was shocked.”

Case: Open for debate


Pictures: Pic #1: Zuiyo-Maru carcass, Pic #2: Recent Phillipines creature, Pic #3: Eyewitness Sketch of Stronsay Beast, Pic #4: Partially Dug Out Carcass of the St Augustine Monster

Castiel: What is so worth saving?
Dean: Look at me. Help me now. Please.
Castiel: *Changes his mind and his Destiny*

Castiel: I did it, all of it, for you.

Castiel: I do everything that you ask, I always come when you call.

Castiel: I did this to protect you *looking at Dean*. I did this to protect all of you *looks around at Sam and Bobby*.

Dean: Cas? Black goo? I don’t even care anymore, and you know whats even better, I don’t care that I don’t care. *because when he’s not drugged up he does care, a lot*.

Dean: *Searches for Cas for nearly a year even though he could get out of Purgatory any time since meeting Benny*. Let me bottom line it for you, I’m not leaving here without you.

Castiel: I’m trying to stay one step ahead of them. To keep them away from you.

Dean: We need you. I need you.

Metatron: His true weakness is revealed …. He’s in love…. with humanity.
Amara: His Creation - you can’t help but represent that for me.

Metatron: You draped yourself in the flag of Heaven but ultimately it was all about saving one human right? Well guess what, he’s dead too *cuts to Castiel crying*.

Cain: You’re living my life in reverse (…) First you kill Crowley (…) then you kill the Angel Castiel, now that, that I suspect that would hurt something awful (…) then your brother, Sam.

CastielEveryone you love they could be long dead. Everyone except me.

Dean: *about to blow himself up to save the world*
Castiel : I could go with you…

Ishim: I used to envy you Castiel (…) Now look at you, you’re just sad and pathetically weak (…) I’m gonna cure you of your human weakness (…) by cutting it out *advances on Dean*.

Ishim: Castiel on the other hand, he might live or he might end up a bloody smear on the wall. Roll the dice. *Dean chooses to put himself in danger to protect Cas* Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Castiel: I won’t let you die. I won’t let any of you die. You mean too much to me, to everything.

Castiel: *Looks down* I love you *camera cuts to Dean*. 
*Briefly looks at Sam* I love all of you. 
*Looks at Dean as the camera cuts to him, lip wobbling*.

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foureleven-dark-deactivated2018  asked:

Hey wade, I'm really upset. Today, march 31 marks one year since my aunt was murdered by my uncle. Your videos really helped me through that and i want to thank you. I know you wont reply to this or even see this but i really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me through a bunch of shit. ❣

I see all the messages you guys send. It’s awful hearing about the terrible things some of you have gone through, and I’m so sorry that you and your family have had to deal with this. I’m always happy to help, though I wish I could do more for each of you. Hang in there.

onlythingbetterthanhairspray  asked:

it’s not a super specific prompt but just some good ole fashioned blupjeans mutual pining? that’s my SHIT

(Hey! How about a good old fashioned mutual pining trope? I’ve never tried this one! See if you can name that trope before it happens… Also, look, uh, this one gets long as hell. 4500 words long, yo. Please, please give me some reblogs on this monster, okay? Do it for the blups.)

They can and have done a lot of things to claim the light of creation in the last thirty eight cycles. They’d fought dragons and demons and religious cultists. They’d set up farms and rebuilt towns and searched for an animal thought extinct.

They couldn’t do much when it sank to the bottom of an ocean though.

It wasn’t even a good ocean like the one on the Beach World. This was a cold, merciless ocean. The Starblaster hovered over the spot where they were certain it landed for a few days, trying to think of any way to recover the light from beneath the water.

Finally they have to admit defeat. They will spend the year learning what they can of the world so they can record its stories.

Merle disappears into parley and the other six of them discuss their options. They’ll go in shifts, keeping two close to the ship and trade off with the other two pairs.

Lucretia wants to talk to residents the many port towns they’ve seen here and learn as many stories as she can. Taako wants to find new cooking supplies that will build up their stockpile. They decide their goals overlap well enough they’ll stick together.

Magnus and Davenport decide to focus on the Brigade outpost. The two of them hope to study military strategies and find training opportunities.

Barry and Lup will learn what they can of the science and magic of this world. During their expedition they will focus their time at the largest city they’ve found.

(Lots more after the readmore, apologies if you’re on mobile! This is also your last chance to guess that trope!)

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anonymous asked:

What would the delinquents all living together include?? (Bellamy and clarke have a secret thing going on pls if u could)

Hope this is alright!

  • Monroe and Harpers room:
  • Miller and Murphy’s room:
  • Jasper and Monty’s room:
  • Octavia and Raven’s room:
  • Clarke’s room:
  • Bellamy’s room:
  • It’s a college share house so finals week is brutal
  • They have giant beanbag/floor study sessions where they all share headphones and highlighters
  • Summer jobs at the waterpark and local pool
  • Food fights that’s usually start with Jasper refusing to pass Monty the salt
  • Raven won’t stop stealing everyone’s knick and knacks like lightbulbs and bobby pins for her experiments
  • Bellamy casually checking Clarke out every morning as she dances while making everyone breakfast
  • Clarke casually checking Bellamy out as he does pull ups in the entry way to her room
  • Octavia is still a senior in high school so they take turns dropping her at school in their crappy cars
  • The have the biggest house parties on the street even thought there’s only about 20 people there each time
  • Having sex in the house is next to impossible because the walls are so thin and everyone makes a game of impersonating your sex noises the next morning
  • Clarke and Bellamy are the only smart ones that think to use the clunky bangs of the washing machine to hide the fact his head board is smacking into the wall
  • Bellamy scolding Miller and Monty for running through the halls because Clarke hates patching them up then Clarke’s comes barrelling after them yelling about how she’ll shove them out her window if they touch her charcoal again
  • Harper sets up very strict rules for how each bathroom is used (and it always ends in her and Murphy butting heads)
  • Brining someone home is a feat on its own because everyone is so judgemental, whether it’s subtle needling questions (Clarke) or out right “no I don’t like them get a new one” (Murphy)
  • They set up a roster for who gets to choose what to watch each night after the Great Netflix War of 2012
  • The Mario Kart 8 comps are very intense
  • Clarke and Bellamy secretly cuddling into each others sides and letting their hands wander during movie nights
  • Monty insists that he cuddles everyone when he’s high so Murphy tries his absolute hardest to hide from the tiny octopus (you find the strangest things on the roof - for instance, Jasper)
  • Clarke and Murphy drinking everyone under the table with their hands tied behind their back
  • Possibly the weirdest traditions to ever exist I.E. A camping night in the backyard at the end of each month and drawing/writing messages on the birthday wall for everyone’s special day
  • Murphy doesn’t tell anyone when his birthday is but Harper and Raven make it their mission to find out and surprise him with giant essay long messages from everyone
  • From then one Murphy spends a lot of time sitting and throwing balls against that wall on his bad days
  • Jasper gets into the wrong kind of crowd for awhile so they take turns helping him though his withdrawals and recovery for a few weeks under Clarke and Abby insturctions
  • Everything Raven needs is really on the bottom level but whenever she wants to go upstairs someone will always carry her up and help her slide back down the bannister
  • Easter egg hunts that stretch both inside and outside the house and every year Miller and Harper forget to count them so they find old mouldy eggs months later
  • Murphy and Raven organising 4th of July fireworks for the whole block gives Clarke stomach ulcers from the stress alone
  • Monty and Jasper work together to turn the house into a temporary horror house every Halloween
  • Monroe and Clarke go all out for thanksgiving dinners
  • Bellamy and Octavia always lead a whole group effort to make Christmas in November the biggest and best holiday for everyone (and actual Christmas special for Murphy and Raven)
  • New Years is a shitstorm every year that thrashes the house
  • It’s also Clarke and Bellamy’s favourite because everyone is always too blind at midnight to the catch them sneaking a kiss
  • Summer storms start with everyone dancing in the warm rain and laughing and splashing and end in huddling in the lounge room in a giant pile of blankets and limbs to keep away from the thunder
  • Black outs turn into murder in the dark marathons (that leave the best bruises)
  • Celebrating the first snow by going out in their bathers and having snow ball fights
  • Building bonfires in the backyard every other winter weekend
  • The rest of their neighbourhood is terrified of the crazy ass semi-lawbreaking bunch of Rugrats down the road but their a loyal bunch nonetheless

Originally posted by nightslip

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