the making of open house

You're my home

Originally posted by supernatxralgifs

Warnings: Reader is a single mom. (very young single mom). Fluff.

Notes: And here i am with another fluff Jensen x Reader, sorry, that’s my thing. I inspired myself on the story of Savannah and Everleigh Soutas, and in the lovely couple, Savannah and Cole LaBrant, because they are amazingggg!!!!! I hope you like this! (Thinking about opening my requests soon!!!). Special thank you @realdiepie and @bleu-dans-la-nuit

“Are you ready sweetie?” You asked your daughter who was putting one of her stuffed toys in your bag.

“Yeah.” She answered with her cute little voice. She was only three years old, and you already didn’t want her to grow up anymore. “Mommy let’s go!” She said excited making you laugh. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You said locking your house, opening the car and putting her in the baby seat. Since the start of the Supernatural series, you had been a huge fan. You loved the characters, you loved the cast and you loved the show. And now, a convention in your city was finally happening. And since Lottie, your little girl, loved the series too - the episodes you allowed her to see at least -, she was going with you. And it wasn’t like you had anyone to watch her for you if you went alone…

“Are we here?” She asked looking through the window and you smiled, sighing.  

“Yes, Lottie, we’re here.” You said excitedly taking her out of the car. You couldn’t believe this was going to happen! Everything was so surreal. You entered the hotel where the convention was happening and immediately saw a bunch of fans, mostly teenagers, wearing Supernatural shirts, taking pictures and cosplaying. You put a white shirt in Lottie that said “Protected by Sam and Dean", with purple and blue dotted pants; and you worr a black shirt that said  “The hell protected by Sam and Dean. I got this shit" and jeans. 

Because Lottie was young, you didn’t pay for anything else but the Photo Op with Jared and Jensen. She wouldn’t stand being in the hotel with noisy fans all day. 

“Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” A redhead girl with glasses in line in front of you said when she looked to your daughter and you laughed. 

“Hey honey.” 

“Hello.” Lottie said a little embarrassed. “I like your hair, it’s like mine!” She continued, talking about her strawberry-blonde hair, and the woman laughed looking at you. 

“She’s shy just during the first few seconds, then, she’s a talker.” You explained and your daughter looked at you with a smile and gave a small laugh.

“Thank you! I like yours too! What’s your name?” She asked.

“Lottie! What’s yours?” Lottie answered holding your hand.

“Amy. Do you like Supernatural?” 

“Yeah!” Your daughter answered excitedly and you smiled. You had raised her well. “I looove Dean, but momma said that his real name is Jense.” You and Lottie started to talk to the woman, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had a friend. You were only 19 when you got pregnant and your family… well, your family wasn’t exactly supportive. You had to move from your city, and your friends - at least the ones that remained - stayed there. And now between watching Lottie, writing and working in the restaurant, you didn’t have time to make friends.

“Mommy….” Lottie said sleepily, resting her head on your shoulder. 

“I know, I know.” You answered kissing her forehead. You had been in the line for a few hours now, and this was pretty hard when you had a little daughter. First she was running around and talking to everyone, but now she was starting to get sleepy and it hurt your heart that you just couldn’t go home and put her to sleep. Amy was next, so you were almost getting in. 

“Okay, here I go, wish me luck! And please (Y/N), call me, let’s go grab a drink sometime.” She said and you smiled giving her a clumsy hug.

“We sure will, have fun!” You said excited referring to the photo OP and she smiled.

“Bye Lottie, it was so good to meet you!” She said and Lottie waved saying a cute “Bye”. 

“Are you excited? We are next!” You said trying to cheer her up.

“I am momma, but I’m tired.” She said and you gave her a small smile. This broke your heart in pieces. Cliff was there, and you and Amy talked to him a little.

“Is she okay?” He asked when he came back from the room where the pictures were being taken. Lottie started to groan and you felt tears in your shirt. Oh no…

“She’s tired.” You said rubbing her back and her cries started to get loud.

“Oh” He said putting his hand on her back to help to calm her down. “You are almost going in okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You said with a soft smile and he smiled. He was a sweet guy and it was so nice to meet him. Lottie started to cry louder and rub her eyes, and sadly you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Lottie we gonna see Dean and Sam, you love them!” You said to her but she didn’t stop crying. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You heard a very familiar voice in front of you.

Holy crap.

You slowly looked up to the person who had just talked and gasped in shock. It’s was Jensen fucking Ackles in flesh. He was incredibly handsome, nothing compared to what we saw on the series. He was tall, had the most beautiful green eyes you ever seen in your life (after your daughter’s, of course… she was your daughter after all) and boy did he smell good. 

Jensen stopped when he got out of the room and saw you. He was paralyzed. He never though this could happen just from seeing someone, but you were beautiful, and immediately caught his attention. 

But the little girl’s cry woke him up, making him look at her and his face turned to a hurt face. He hated hearing kids cry, it was the worst sound in the entire world in his opinion. Not because it was annoying or anything like that, but because his heart turned into dust when he heard it, it was like something was hurting him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said getting close to you, making your heart speed up. You couldn’t open your mouth to even say “Hi”. “What’s the matter?” He asked to Lottie putting his hand in her back and like a miracle, she stopped crying to look at him, still rubbing her eyes. 

“Are you… Jense?” She asked confused, altering her look between you and him. He smiled, and when he looked at you, you felt your legs shake. 

“Yeah I am princess.” He said sweetly holding her hand. “And what’s your name?”

“Lottie…” She answered softly.

“Well Lottie, can you tell me why you were crying?” You didn’t think he could get any cuter, then he turned to you and said: “Can I pick her up?” You nodded, unable to say anything, and when he extended his arms to her, she immediately went to him.

“C'mon inside.” He said to you with a smile, nodding his head towards the door and you two entered.

“I want to sleep.” Lottie answered with a pout making you two laugh. You didn’t see Jared anywhere.

“You want to sleep? Okay, I know a quiet room for you to sleep after this.” He said with a big smile and you frowned. “And tell me, Lottie, what’s your gorgeous mom’s name?” He asked to her while looking at you, and you felt your checks burn.

“Hm…” She started thinking about it and you laughed. “Mommy” She answered and he laughed loudly, you too.

“(Y/N). Big fan.” You said and he smiled, giving you a clumsy hug with the arm he wasn’t holding your daughter and making you shiver.

“Pleasure to met you (Y/N).” Jensen said looking straight into your eyes and you smiled. “Jared just went to the bathroom, he will be back in a second for us to take the picture.”

“It’s alright” You said. Jensen’s eyes locked with yours and if it wasn’t for Lottie, he had a feeling that you would be looking at each other for some time. 

“I looove Dean, he’s so cute.” She said and Jensen looked at her in awe.

“He is? He thinks you’re a pretty little girl too.” He said before coming to look back to you. “She’s pretty smart for a… I’m guessing four?”

“She’s three.” You said feeling proud of your daughter. 

“Wow, just three. Most of the young girls can’t tell the difference between me and Dean.” He explained looking surprised at her, and even though she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, she gave a little laugh circling her small arms around Jensen’s neck. 

“I don’t know why, but she’s just learned your…”

“SAM!” She screamed looking behind Jensen to where Jared appeared. You looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome too. You just couldn’t believe you were face to face with them. 

“… Name.” You finished after Lottie’s interruption and Jensen laughed.

“Hello there honey!” Jared said with a big smile when he saw her. “Hello there sweetheart!” This time, the hello was for you, and your smile grew even more when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a strong hug. He smelled pretty nice too. “You okay?” He asked looking straight into your eyes too.

“Yeah…” You said with a sigh of adoration and he smiled kissing your forehead.  

“Great.” Jared said. “Now, you!” He said pointing at your daughter. “I want a hug too!” He said and she smiled going to his arms. 

“Your daughter is simply adorable.” Jensen said appearing by your side when Jared started to talk with Lottie. 

“Thank you.” You said happily. “You know, sometimes I think that I wouldn’t have found strength to raise her alone if it wasn’t for you guys, you know, the campaigns and all the love.” You said referring to the Always Keep Fighting campaign, and Jensen’s face turned serious, looking straight at you. You gasped in surprise when he just drew you into a strong hug. 

“I’m glad you did.” He said still hugging you. “The guy who left you was a douche, you are so beautiful and amazing, he doesn’t know what he is missing.” He said making tears come up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing someone could’ve say to you. 

“What do you think about taking that picture?” Jared asked excited, and you shook your head trying to prevent the tears from falling before agreeing. You stayed in the middle of them, Jared’s arm that wasn’t holding Lottie circling your waist and Jensen’s arm in your shoulders. You smiled and you heard Chris snapping two pictures. Lucky you.

“Thank you.” You said first to Chris, who smiled to you. “Thank you guys, you have no idea how much this means to me and to Lottie. We really appreciate it.” You said turning to them, and they smiled. 

“Thank you.” Lottie said quietly and they both looked at her in ‘awe’. “I love you guys. This much!” She said opening her arms and you laughed.

“We love you too.” Jensen said and opened his arms. “This much!” She laughed and Jared put her in the ground after he kissed her forehead. Jensen bent down to give her a hug while Jared hugged you whispering “thank you, I love you” in your ear.

Jensen stood up, and hugged you strong, kissing your cheek, taking more time than necessary. Not that you were complaining. 

“So Cliff is gonna take you to a quiet cast room for Lottie to sleep a little bit until the panels start. Are you going to see ours?” Jensen asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh… I didn’t pay for anything else other than the OP, I didn’t think Lottie would be able to stand it.” You explained surprised, and he and Jared exchanged looks.

“You want to see our panel?” Jared asked while Lottie held your hand. “Cause we can arrange that." 

"If you think Lottie can handle it after getting some sleep, you can stay.” Jensen said, hoping that you would. Why the hell was he so intrigued about you?

“Oh my god guys, really?” You said surprised feeling your heart beat faster. “You can do that for me?" 

"Yeah, definitely!” Jared said smiling and you smiled too.

“Well… What do you think Lottie?” You asked looking down at her, and she smiled excitedly.

“Yes!” She said happily and you looked back to them with a smile.

“I guess we will stay then!” You said happily and both of them smiled, feeling satisfied with your answer. Especially Jensen…

Part 2

more placement info
  • Those with Pluto in the 3rd can get random, disturbing thoughts.
  • Having Neptune in Capricorn can mean that you dream of practical success.
  • When Lilith is in a house concerning with people, Lilith will either manifest as the atmosphere between you and others, yourself, or the other person.
  • Having your Sun in the 11th House means you mainly find identify yourself with your friends.
  • Having Saturn or Capricorn in the 10th House can make you seemingly intimidating and serious to others.
  • Having Jupiter in the 8th House would mean that you generally have an optimistic, open-minded outlook on topics considered taboo.
  • Having your Venus in the 10th House would mean that you try to look your best in public.
  • Jupiter in the 12th House is an “ideal” placement mainly because you’re “expanding” on your subconscious - making you subconsciously open-minded and optimistic.
  • Having Mars in the 3rd House could mean that you may have had aggressive siblings, or siblings with Aries traits.
  • Having Pisces/Neptune in the 6th House could mean that you’re confused with your work ethic - you don’t really know if you’re productive or not.
  • Me last month: Oh yea, I'll be doing NaNoWriMo this year for sure. I'll spend all October outlining my novel, doing my research, and looking through old drafts. I'll be so prepared.
  • Me now: What is writing? What are words? Is NaNoWriMo a person? I don't know her.


• I’ll knit you a solid-color hat and mail it to you for $20. I can do ribbing, cables, a pom-pom on top, whatever! these take a day or so to make.
• For $40 I will make you a cowl scarf like the gray one in the pic! I can do cables and/or ribbing on these as well. Takes a day or two.
• I can make you a long, WARM scarf like the ones pictured for $60, which would take around 3~4 days. Scarves can be cabled (like the white one) or simply knit (like the red one).

Please drop me a line on here if you’re interested in commissioning me! Signal boosts are encouraged and appreciated :^)

anonymous asked:

Happy Valentine's day! I just wanted to say that seeing you on my dashboard makes my whole day better and I love your edits! <3

Seeing messages like this make my whole day better, so thank you!

Deep Technology Cleanse Ritual

There’s too much negativity on your dashboard or feed. Your likes, follows, and friends are too cluttered, and there’s not enough of the things that you like. You’re overwhelmed. You turn to witchcraft. 😄

A long, liberating, deep cleanse of your social media, your devices, and yourself.

Prep: Do what you do to get ready to clean your house, whatever makes you feel energized. Throw open the curtains, put your hair up, put on some Madonna, do your thing! Consider some essential oils or incense for cleansing and rejuvenation. This is a highly personalized exercise!

1. Plug in your devices. Phone, computer, etc. Sit among them quietly and visualize a pulsing blue light coming from them, fading into the air. Lay your hands on them, feel the cool of metal and glass, and the warmth of a million things happening at once beneath them. Visualize light glowing binary code rising from the screens and tickling your fingers. Breathe. Visualize blue light pulsing from you as well.

2. Now, we begin! Since we’re here already, start with the people you follow on Tumblr. Weed through and pluck out blogs that are no longer relevant to your interests, that are inactive, or that post things you dislike. Don’t feel guilty because they follow you too, or you followed them when you first joined, or even if they’re a former acquaintance. Think only of yourself, this is a positive environment for you, and you have to shape it to your needs.

3. Now head to your other social media and do the same thing. Twitter, Instagram, snapchat. Be brutal. This is your space. Tip for Facebook: a lot of us have family on there that we can’t delete without causing an incident, but it’s perfectly easy and completely undetectable to hide their posts from your newsfeed, so that uncle that posts all the pro-Trump propaganda won’t know that he raises your blood pressure, but you won’t have to see him. Also clear out your Facebook likes from when you were 14, and if there are any friends you reasonably think you can jettison, do it. Life is too short. Delete, clear cache, and breathe in the sweet smell of not having to see stressful things every minute of the damn day.

4. Next up, phone. (You might want to set up a virus/malware scan on your computer while you do this, to get rid of another layer of grime!) Give your contacts the same once over, block that spam number you keep forgetting to block, delete those texts from your ex friend, and while you’re at it, look for any old friends you wanna reconnect with, and make a note to shoot them a text when your cleanse is finished.

5. Tidy up your phone. Remove unnecessary apps, delete photos you don’t like (or move them onto your computer and start fresh with only your favorite shots), clear your cache on the apps you still want, and if you need to, clean the outside as well. Wipe the screen off with a soft cloth, take off the case and wipe out any debris or residue, adjust the screen protector, whatever you gotta do.

6. We have now reached the most fun part: Reintroducing things you like! Start with apps on your phone; find some new games to replace the ones you’ve got bored of, get a photo editor to have fun with all the selfies you’re about to take, try out that neat new app you heard about. While those are downloading (make sure to sort them into folders appropriately! Organization is your friend!) start finding pages to like on Facebook, and accounts to follow on Tumblr, twitter, Instagram, whatever else you like. You don’t have to subscribe to every single thing that interests you, but if something grabs you, go for it! you can always unfollow later!

7. Anything else bothering you that I didn’t cover? YouTube recommendations? Group chats that are no longer relevant? Unsorted photos? Weeds in a neglected Animal Crossing town? If you’ve ever looked at it on a screen and sighed with exasperation, now is the time to take care of it. Wipe off your computer screen, and if you have compressed air, clean out your keyboard. If you’ve still got the energy, tidy the workspace where you spend the most time with your devices.

8. Sit back and enjoy your good work, and the lasting effects for months to come! Repeat whenever necessary!

9. BONUS: Tuck away sigils for productivity, positivity, or whatever else you feel you need in your devices! Inside cases, in files, on wallpapers, etc. You may also wanna cleanse the room however you normally would, to make sure the negativity and stress you scrubbed out of your device is gone for good!!


So, here we are, my first spell! I’ve had a couple others in the crock for months, but this is the first one I’ve felt confident enough to finish. Go forth and own your technology, and don’t let it own you.


it’s here, finally! House inspired by Argents’ house from Teen Wolf. it was much fun to make, I had to improvise the back since we don’t really know how it looks like (and god I tried to find pics of the real house but couldn’t find any lol) so it’s my interpretation of the house! the dining room, the kitchen & the living room are kinda the same from the show - and so is Allison’s bedroom you can see better. for the basement, because there’s obviously no gun stuff in the Sims, I decided to make a training room because, you know, Argents must keep their bodies at its best to run after werewolves haha Have fuuun!!

name of the house: Argent House
username: Cristalline93

(if you have any suggestion of house(s) for me to make, my box is open!)

Armin Arlert

. Football Club Lackey at Trost High

. Creator and Only Member of the Book Club

. The Gossip Queen (this fucking kid knows all and sees all because he is so invisible. Ultimate Info broker )

. Has the potential to be the greatest super villain of all time but, you know, morals and shit.

. Comic book nerd.

. Sings anime openings while making posters.

. Knows his Hogwarts House and Patronus inside and out.

. Used to get bullied a lot (still does really but he ignores it now more so and has more friends to stick up for him.) He has had his head dunked into more than a few toilets.

. Gets sick really easily.

. Carries a reusable heatpack and gloves and scarf everywhere.

. Can never be too prepared for a test.

Aries Hufflepuff Moodboard:  Hufflepuff Aries have an extreme abundance of energy; however, the usual Hufflepuff tendency to work hard out of duty is modified by the Aries tendency to value play over work. Therefore, expect long periods of playfulness and seeming indolence punctuated by brief, manic bursts of industry. These Hufflepuffs may also be more ambitious and socially aggressive than average, making them clear leaders in their House. Their emotional warmth, open hearts, madcap sense of humour, and quirky independence will endear them to many people, but their naivete makes for easy exploitation by more ruthless sorts of people.

“Both my husband and I work in retail. I’ve worked for eighteen years at the Macy’s on 34th street. I wake up at 5:30 every morning, make the kids breakfast, and get them to school by 7:30. Then I go to work for six hours, then take my son to therapy, and pick up my daughter from dance practice. We catch the nineteen bus to the two train, and ride it to the last stop. We’re normally home by seven so I have time to eat dinner before going to sleep at nine. I’m busting my hump for these kids. My parents were from the Dominican Republic. My dad only finished the third grade. He’d always tell me to finish school, but it never really went beyond words. He never helped me with my homework. He was always working and he just didn’t know any better. So I’m making sure that I’m involved with everything. I go to the open houses, the meetings, and all the school functions. I’m busting my hump so they won’t have to.”

Like Father Like Son

[This is for the amazing mynameisblurryfacetaah. I hope this makes some sense. Also, guess who’s back? I definitely needed that break. Enjoy!]

You had a particularly tiring day at work, the office absolutely buzzing while you tried to get rid of a migraine. It was around lunch time when you were finally able to get some relief, your headache going away just enough that you could turn the lights on in your office. But, honestly, all you wanted to do was take a nap before you had to make dinner. 

You opened the front door to your house, setting your keys on the table before walking through to the living room. You expected to see your husband and son watching tv like they usually did when you got home from work. But the room was empty. So was the kitchen, dining room, and den. 

You walked up the flight of stairs, absentmindedly turning your wedding ring on your finger as you searched for your men. Both bedrooms were empty and the house was eerily silent, making you panic slightly. Making your way back down the stairs you headed towards the back of the house, thinking that maybe they were outside. Which, in itself, was a silly thought because it was a torrential downpour outside. 

You walked through the back door onto the back porch. Immediately you noticed your son splashing around in the mud, dressed in his yellow raincoat and matching boots. But then you couldn’t help but laugh when your husband, Josh, ran out from behind a tree, dressed in his own raincoat and boots. He scooped up your son, swinging him around, kissing him on the cheek loudly, and then setting him back down on the ground. 

You could hear them laughing and couldn’t help but smile to yourself, walking over to the porch swing to sit down. You curled your legs under you, arms wrapped around yourself to keep from shivering. The rain chilled the mid summer air and you realized that maybe you should have grabbed a sweatshirt as you watched them play in the yard. 

They both splashed around in the mud and water, absolutely soaking themselves from head to toe. They would definitely need a bath before dinner, swearing that you were not going to clean up their mess. 

A few minutes passed and Josh looked up, seeing you sitting on the swing, grinning like a fool. He bent down and scooped up your son, carrying him over his shoulder as your son kicked and laughed, mud dripping off his coat. Josh stalked towards you, his feet splashing through the flooding backyard and up the steps to the porch. 

You smiled, making room on the swing as Josh set down your son next to you. Immediately, he climbed into your lap, making your clothes dirty, and he wrapped his arms around your neck. Your son gave you a sloppy kiss on the cheek as you held him, Josh sitting down next to you. 

“Did my men have a fun day?” You son nodded his head frantically as Josh kept smiling.

“Daddy read me books and made mac n cheese for lunch. But not the homemade stuff, he made the stuff from the box. The stuff you said wasn’t good. And then we had ice cream and watched movies. A ton of movies and daddy read me more books and then it started to rain so daddy said we should go outside and get dirty and then mommy came home from work and we got her dirty too!” Your son threw his arms around wildly as he talked, mud and water flinging everywhere. The hood of his raincoat fell off his head and you realized that he would definitely need a bath. His hair was caked with drying mud. 

“Oh really? Well, I guess daddy was right. You both got absolutely dirty!” You sighed dramatically, making a show of holding your son away from you as he squealed, a smile lighting up his face. “I guess you’re just going to have a bubble bath." 

Your son squealed even more, struggling to get off your lap and ran into the house. You sighed, realizing that there was going to be muddy foot prints through the house. You could just make Josh clean it up, because after all this whole thing was his idea. 

"How was work?” Josh shrugged out of his coat, dropping it to the floor of the porch.

“Tiring. Long. I’m exhausted.” He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You sighed, nuzzling your face into his neck as you draped your legs over his. He carded his fingers through your hair and you closed your eyes, relaxing into his touch. You were so glad that you had the next two days off from work, looking forward to spending the entire weekend with your two favorite people in the entire world. 

Suddenly, loud stomping of feet came from inside and your son ran out onto the porch. You tried to stifle a laugh when you opened your eyes, seeing your son dressed down to his underwear.

“Mommy! I can’t get the water started!”




Sleep Talks:

Michael’s POV

The engine turns silent as I pull up in front of her house. I look out into the black night sky. I was supposed to be here hours ago, but I got held up at the studio. Y/N was so understanding, but I felt so bad for having to stay late. I looked at my phone; the time read 11:49pm. Y/N told me she would stay up for me, I really hope she didn’t though. She needs the sleep more than I do, she studies at university, works part time and also puts up with me and my career. I climb out of my car, locking it behind me and making my way to her front door. I reach the door and reach up to the frame and move my hand around to find the spare key that she keeps here. I finally find it and open the door. I quietly make my way into the house. I make my way into the kitchen where there is a note left in the bench. I recognise the cursive handwriting writing to be Y/N’s.
‘Hi babe, I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay up :( come join me for cuddles when you get here? Xxx’
A smile tugged at my lips. I leave my keys and phone on the bench top next to the note and make my way through the house to her bedroom. When I get there the door is open. The light from the hallway behind me illuminating her room in a dull light. I stop in the door way when I see Y/N’s sleeping body curled up in the blankets. Her hair placed in a ponytail like it every night because she can sleep with it down and her arms pulling the blankets up and around her chin. My smile grows bigger, she looks so beautiful and peaceful. I don’t want to wake her. After a minute or two I walk over to the bed where she lies. I walk to the other side of the bed and begin to strip down to my boxers. I pulled the blankets back across the bed and slide under them next to Y/N. My arm wrapped around her body as I pull her in close to my chest. Suddenly she starts to stir.
“No don’t touch me. ” she says as she rolls around to face me. To my surprise. But when she rolls over it shows that she is still fast asleep.
“But why Bub?” I ask her, mainly just to see if she was actually asleep it just playing with me.
“Cause only my boyfriend can do that. If he catches you touching me, he’ll probably kill you.” She chuckles, still in her deep sleep state. I laugh; since we began dating this is the first time I have ever heard Y/N talk in her sleep.
“But I am your boyfriend. ” I tell her, my finger tips tracing patterns across her skin.
“No you’re not. My boyfriend’s name is Mikey and has bright red hair. You in the other hand are some creepy guy who is hitting on me! And you have brown hair. How normal!” She scoffs at the last part which causes me to laugh even more. She’s so adorable. I love her so much. But I don’t know how to tell her. Maybe I could try something.
“Well answer me this then. Do you love him?” I hesitate a bit not wanting to say it. But I do anyway.
“Yes. With all my heart.” She says with a huge smile on her face. My heart rate quickens and the butterflies in my stomach multiply. My gaze stays focused on her sleeping face.
“I love you too Bub.” I smile and the. Kiss her on the cheek as I lay my head down on the pillow ready to fall asleep. Minuets passed of silence; my eyes now are growing heavier.
“Mikey?” A tired voice speaks out. I open my eyes to see the bright eyes of my girlfriend.
“Hey Y/N.” I smile as my fingers begin to trace patterns over her skin again.
“When did you get here?” I look at the alarm clock which sits on the bedside table behind Y/N; which now reads 12:09am.
“About 20 minutes ago.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” She asks pouting a little.
“Because when I was going to, someone decided to talk in their sleep.” Her eyes go wide. I chuckle at her response. “I guess you didn’t know you talked in your sleep?” She shakes her head and then buries it into the crook of my neck; hiding the already visible blush.
“It’s cute! You were actually being very loyal.”
“How do you mean?” She mumbles from her spot against my body. I roll over onto my back; pulling Y/N on top of me. My fingers grazing over her exposed lower back.
“Well I guess you were having a dream about some guy who was hitting on you and when I cuddled you, you became very. Well let’s just say you told him that if I ever found him that is kill him.” She laughed and looked up at me with pleading eyes asking for me to tell her more. “And you thought that I was him. And I asked you; do you love him-” she stopped me before I could continue speaking by placing her lips to mine gently yet passionately kissing me. When we finally broke the kiss, I finished what I had already started.
“And I love you too. ”

human au amethyst and pearl making cookies together in their house with the windows open allowing an autumn breeze to roll into the kitchen. they both have big knitted sweaters that pearl knitted on and for extra warmth: amethyst clings onto the back of pearl with her arms around her while she’s mixing ingredients


gen; ford centric hurt/comfort, ptsd, referenced abuse, family shit

summary; The record stops, Dipper’s voice is muffled as he says something that makes Stan laugh and then another tune starts spilling through the house and

Ford, he can barely make out the opening notes but the words echo, pointed and suddenly sharp against his skin.

just family bonding hurt/comfort post finale shit


There’s a record player in storage, in a room too large to be a closet but too small to fit all it needs.

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hi guys so this is my first build ever (yay me!) so dont make fun of me

its a very large open space plan house with large space ment for 10 sims to live in it has a sink, toilet, bookshelfs and all  other essentials your sim will need to survive in teh climate.

enjoy and tag me if u use it :)

For real though, it’s been so long since I’ve actually built a house. I’m trying to build a new house for the O’Rourkes but I have no idea where to start >_>

When Annie’s PTSD rears its ugly head...

for @safeinpeetasarms

When Annie has a panic attack or an episode of PTSD, Finnick gives her space, but makes sure she knows he’s there when she’s ready for him.  He’ll hum or sing or putter around the house whistling so he doesn’t startle her by popping up out of the blue.  He’ll heat water for tea.  If it’s warm out, he’ll make sure the house is open to the breeze. If it’s chilly or gloomy, he’ll make sure there’s a nice fire in the fireplace – not to large, not too small, and definitely well-dried wood so there aren’t any dramatic pops when sap hits the flames.

Sometimes he’ll write notes for her or draw funny doodles and leave them in random spots to make her smile (or better yet, laugh).  He’ll hit the beach and bring her interesting bits of driftwood or shells, rocks or bits of coral.  He’ll weave bracelets and necklaces for her.  Once he even stole some of his mother’s yarn and wove her a knotwork shawl (whenever he leaves for the Capitol, she wraps up in that shawl and wears it every day until he’s safely back home).

And sometimes he’ll just sit with her, not speaking or humming or singing, just being literally, physically there for her.  Times like that, eventually, she ends up in the circle of his arms, her head on his shoulder and his face buried in her hair.

Fic: Smile (and maybe tomorrow) (The Vampire Diaries; Stefan/Caroline)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: PG

Pairing: Caroline Forbes/Stefan Salvatore

Summary: Two words: Flour. Fight.

Author’s Note: Excuse: I was baking. Title: Nat King Cole :-) P.S. This isn’t as fluffy as it pretends to be.


He knocks softly once on the front door and waits.

A few seconds roll by and its cause enough to wonder if she even heard him. He lifts his hand to knock again but then he hears it. A distant “It’s open!” makes it’s way through the house and down to him. He wastes little time in letting himself in with a twist of the door knob and the slightest of pushes.

The hallway is bright, sunlight streaming in through the glass windows and open curtains of the front room.

“Caroline?” he calls out.

“In here!”

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