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Dance With Me

Originally posted by babustyles

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

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Doll Face

Originally posted by violettevision


Doll face,

 I know your a little a frustrated with me right now. I know I shouldn’t get overly protective and territorial but I do have a very good reason as to why I punched that guy in the face. (I’m a little sorry for punching the guy) that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve it.

The truth is Doll Face I am head over hells for you. No-one has ever accepted me for who I am before. Sure people have gone for the crazy wild ride but no-one has ever bothered to get to know the other side of the Lunatic. You see that there is another side to me that wants to relax, cuddle and spend time with my best friend, my partner in crime and the love of my life.

I want to grow old with you, you know when you see pictures of those old people sitting on the porch swinging on old rocking stairs, chilling out. That’s what I see when I think of us in the future. Of-course that’s way after, in case your wondering I see us in a nice house, a garden, with a couple of kids running around. You looking insanely hot all the time. Me and you making out in the living room much to our children’s disgust.

I hope you want the same things as I do Doll Face. We could have something so incredible. I believe we could.

I love you so much Doll,

Dean x 

Love Letters are now CLOSED, however our normal requests and would includes are OPEN.

Okay, here’s my hospital visit: 

1: I go into my ‘room’ and for some reason I don’t get a curtain. It’s gone, everyone’s so confused as to where it went. 

[Hello calming pictures of trees and water,] 

So, I have to change into my stupid hospital gown [scant stretch of fabric] in the bathroom… Where I see this:

Warning: Picture of colostomy bag in trash bellow. 

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nb-lesbian-umbreon  asked:

Dude I found like the best place to chill ever. I use old boxes and stuff to climb up onto the roof of our house and tbh? It so nice up there. The sky looks so beautiful and literally NO ONE can bother me. I was up there yesterday and my little nephews kept throwing snacks and caprisuns onto the roof for me lmao it was fun as hell

Dude that’s awesome!! Sitting one the roof is the best!! I sometimes climb out my bedroom window onto the roof of another part of my house and it’s such a great place :)

Together (Calum Hood Smut)

Warning: smut (duh) 

Word Count: 2,765

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No wonder it has taken me four years just to attend one high school party. This place was gross. The smell of alcohol and weed filled the air and, not to mention, sweat. It smelled worse than the boys’ locker room at school. How can people like this? It’s absolutely disgusting in here. Ew, what did I just step i-

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder.

“Hello, love. I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. You an underclassman?” His words were slurred and he smelt strongly of weed. I nodded to answer his question even though I was a senior. The only reason he had no idea who I was is because I would rather spend my time reading or playing my guitar than getting high and fawning over football players. I left him by the door, but he followed me towards the living room of the large house and continued to start conversations, despite my obvious disinterest. I continued to brush him off until he grabbed me by the waist and began grinding himself on me to the beat of the music. I was just about to tell him to fuck off when a low voice came up from behind me.

“Excuse me, mate. That’s my girl and I’d appreciate it if you’d back off.” I turned to find my best friend, Calum, bucking up to the large jock.

“Really? I think she can speak for herself. Is this your boyfriend, love?” He chuckled at the word boyfriend and I looked between him and Cal before nodding in an attempt to get him away from me. “You’re kidding right? I mean look at him and look at me.” He laughed and I nodded again, this time with more confidence.

“I try to stay away from guys who smell worse than gym socks and have to overcompensate for their small dicks by being one. Now fuck off while I go dance with a real man.” I gestured to Calum who was smiling like an idiot. He looked really offended walked away with his chest out, like his man card had just been confiscated. I turned to Cal and mouthed a ‘thank you’ over the loud music. He smiled and took my hand, leading me out of the huge house.

“That was fucking hilarious. He is never going to forget that.” Calum chuckled as we walked down the walk towards the street.

“Thanks for what you said though. I think it helped me figure out what to say.” I chuckled and Cal placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I thought I was going to have to beat his ass.” He chuckled and bucked up his chest. I laughed and hit his shoulder.

“Why do football players have to be so hot, yet so asshole-y?” I threw my head back and groaned.

“Wait, you thought he was hot?” Cal looked at me in shock and shrugged my shoulders.

“He would have been if he wasn’t drunk off his ass and a dick.” I laughed and gave him the “duh” look.  

“So you would have hooked up with him if he wasn’t drunk?” He looked at me in surprise.

“Calum, you know I’m a virgin. I wouldn’t just give it up to some random guy I met at a party. You should know me better than that.” I rolled my eyes and continued to walk down to the street to my big, empty house. I wasn’t proud that I was a virgin at 18 years old. Hell, I had barely even kissed a guy before, let alone sex, but Calum was a virgin too and it didn’t seem to bother him one bit so I tried not to let it bother me. “Want to come in and watch some movies? Mom is out with some of her friends from work so I got the place to myself.”

“Sure. No chick flicks though.” He smiled before following me up the drive. As soon as we walked in the door, he took a seat on the couch as I fumbled around, looking for a movie to play. I settled on The Conjuring since it wasn’t too scary for me and it’s definitely not a chick flick. As the movie began to play, I could sense that Cal was a bit more uncomfortable than usual. He wasn’t cuddling up to me like he usually did or making snippy comments on how unbelievable the movie was.

“What’s on your mind, Cal?” I asked nonchalantly as I shoved some popcorn in my mouth.

“Do you ever think about losing your virginity? Like just to get it over with?” He asked bluntly and I almost choked.

“What do you mean? Just find some random guy to do it with?” I asked surprised and he shook his head.

“No, not some random guy. Like a guy friend who wants to lose his virginity too? Someone you have known your whole life and who you know loves you?” He was rambling now which means he was nervous.

“Calum, are you suggesting that we have sex?” I was bewildered by his suggestion. Not to say that I hadn’t thought about him in that way before, because I had. I mean, how could I not? He was absolutely fit and probably one of the nicest, most genuine guys I have ever met, but I never thought it was a possibility.

“Well yeah, I mean, we have known each other forever and we would be doing each other a favor…Nevermind it’s a dumb idea…” he trailed off and my mouth was open as I studied his face. Should I? Could I? I mean, it’s Calum. The kid I used to eat play-doh with when we were four and camp out in our living room when we were ten, but he was also Calum, probably the most attractive senior at our school. His tattoos and blond highlights in his hair made him even more desirable…it’s a wonder how he hadn’t lost his v-card yet. Shit, do I really want to do this?

“Yes.” I said plainly.

“Wait, what?” he asked shocked.

“Yes, I will have sex with you, or lose my virginity to you, or however I should say it. Yes.” I said again, not believing the words that were coming out of my own mouth. He sat there for a second, just looking at me. We both jumped when the woman in the movie screamed. Calum brushed it off and turned back to me.

“So, like, do you want to, um, do it now, or?” he stumbled over his words a bit and I really had to think about what I was going to say next.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I mean my mom won’t be home for another two or three hours so…” I said softly.  

“O-okay, um, how did you want to do this?” He asked me softly and I shrugged.

“Maybe we should, you know, go up to my room?” I whispered and he swallowed hard and nodded. I turned off the movie and grabbed his hand, dragging him up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and gestured for him to go in before shutting and locking it behind me. He sat down on the bed and I plopped down next to him.

“So…” I asked trying to lift the awkwardness he was creating.

“Maybe I should kiss you now, or something.” He said quietly and I nodded before slowly leaning in. Our foreheads hit first before Cal brought a hand up to cup my cheek. “You sure? It was just an idea. We don’t have to if-”

“I want to Calum. I don’t know why I never thought of it. You are, honestly, the only person I can see myself doing this with.” I whispered and his cheeks flushed red before he connected our lips. His movements were soft and gentle like he didn’t want to do something that may make me change my mind, and honestly, nothing could have changed my mind.

His hands reached for my hips before he pushed me down and hovered over top of me. I laughed as his tall, awkward body tried to fit with my short figure, but somehow it worked. His lips began to travel down my neck and attached to my exposed collarbone. I let out a squeal as he began to nip and suck on it, leaving a dark purple mark behind.

“Guess that jerk will know you’re taken now.” He mumbled as his tongue traveled over the new bruise. His hands came up from my waist to cup my face and mine moved to the hem of his band shirt. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He sighed as I pulled his shirt up over his head. He leaned up and started to mess with the button on his skinny jeans, but I stopped him.

“No.” I said almost too eagerly. “Let me.” I flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist before shakily reaching for his pants. I placed a kiss on his lips, then his jaw line, then his neck, then his chest. I kissed all the way down his torso, and when I got to the waist band of his pants, I hooked my fingers in the belt loops and pulled them down his legs. He let out a groan when the material left his legs. His hands gripped my waist as I threw the jeans somewhere across the room. His calloused hands ran under my shirt, pulling it up. He stopped right under my bra covered breasts and looked up at me for approval. I just nodded and helped him pull it over my head.

“Y/n…” he whispered my name before reattaching our lips. I moved my hands to undo my bra and threw it to join the rest of the discarded clothing. Cal pulled away from me and his eyes wondered to my breasts. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and wrapped his hands around my back to keep me from falling. He kissed the valley between my breasts and moved over to lick and suck on my nipple. I let out a squeal and he chuckled against my skin. “This is better than I ever imagined.” His voice was low and raspy and my eyes moved to his chocolate brown ones. I sat up more and wiggled out of my yoga pants. His eyes grew wide again at the sight of my bright pink panties. While he was in his trance, I leaned forward and grabbed his face and brought his mouth to mine. I think that was the moment I figured it out. I am in love with my best friend. Head over heels, in fact.

“Calum?” I mumbled between kisses.

“What? Did I do someth-” He looked wordily into my eyes, but I pecked his lips softly.

“Take me Cal…” My hands rested on his bare chest and he lifted me up and flipped us so he could be on top. His doubt seemed to disappear at my words.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down, exposing my wet arousal. I gasped at the sudden cold and Cal’s hand cupped my heat. “You have to tell me if it hurts, okay?” He looked back into my eyes and I nodded. His focus moved back to my naked core in front of him. “So wet for me, Y/n.” He smiled knowing it was all because of him. I raised my hips off the bed trying to get him to hurry up. He pulled his hand away from me only to slide one finger up my slit before dipping it into my core. I moaned and clenched my legs together at the uncomfortable feeling. It only hurt a little, but it was also only his finger. “You alright?” he asked and I nodded, ready to get passed the pain to the pleasure. He swiftly moved himself down so that his head was level with my womanhood. My breath hitched in my throat at the thought of what he was about to do. I wasn’t anticipating him to just dive in and start sucking at my clit, but he did, and I was a withering mess under him. My hands flew to his hair and pushed him hard against my entrance. I was shaking and moaning above him and that seemed to give him the confidence to reach up and take one of my breasts in his hand. I squeezed my thighs around his head and bucked my hips into his tongue. I whimpered when his lips pulled away from my heat. “You taste amazing Y/n.” He said and I moaned at the sight of him licking my arousal off his lips.

He got up to take off his boxers, and my eyes grew wide when I saw his erection standing at attention. He came back over to me and balanced himself on top of me. I found his lips again and I could taste myself on them. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip to distract him as my hand moved down to pump him slowly. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I saw this in porn once. I must have done something right because he groaned into my mouth and pushed my hand away from him.

“You ready?” he kissed my lips lightly and cupped my cheek in his hand. I took in a deep breath and nodded before he slowly pushed into me. My hands grasped his shoulders tightly and I moaned into his neck. He was really big and there was a burning sensation deep inside me. My breathing picked up and Cal had a look of horror on his face. “Oh God, I’m hurting you.” He gasped and went to pull out, but I stopped him.

“Hey, I’m okay.” I lied, and kissed his perfect plump lips.

“It doesn’t hurt?” he asked confused.

“Well yes it hurts, but I’m okay. I want to do this.” I said more confidently. He sighed and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Alright, just tell me when you want me to move. Take your time.” He assured me and I nodded only taking a few minutes before telling him to move. The burning was still there, but the deeper he went, the better it felt. He was thrusting extremely slow and placing kisses all over my neck and face. “God, baby, you are so tight.” He moaned and my arms wrapped around his neck.

“Faster Calum!” I almost yelled and he grabbed my shoulders and started thrusting deep and fast. “Cal!” I was pulling on his hair and he was moaning into my neck.

“God, Y/n. You feel so good.” He whispered in my ear before delivering one particularly hard thrust that caused me to yell out.

“Calum, I’m close.” His hand reached between us and used one finger to massage my clit. My legs started to shake and I was clenching around him like crazy. With one final thrust, I was gone. I scratched down his back as I came and he kissed my lips to suppress the loud moans escaping my throat. He pulled out of me and pumped himself a few times before cumming on my stomach. He let out a few whimpers as he came down from his high and I held him until he calmed down.  “I love you so much Cal.” I whispered stroking his dark locks and he lifted himself up to lay next to me. My eyes shot open when I realized what I had just said. I was taken aback by his response.

“I love you too Y/n.” he pulled my face into his and kissed me again, but this time it was slow and passionate. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his back to pull him into me. “So, how was it? I mean, for your first time?” he whispered into my neck and I could feel his smile on my skin.

“It was better than I could’ve ever hoped for, and it was with the only person I wanted.” I smiled and he moved his head up to look at me. I pecked his lips and his eyes lit up.

“Really?” he asked softly and I nodded.

“Calum, I meant what I said earlier. I think, I mean, I am in love with you.” I sighed and he smiled and kissed all over my face.

“I think I’ve always loved you.” He said softly. 

bliindblue  asked:

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

ooh shit this is a hard one. i think murdoc intentionally seeks out to be a loner and avoid relationships even though he actually - desperately craves attention, i mean, that’s backed up by his overactive canon sex-drive (not to mention obviously, humping the air like a complete fuckin manic on stage) and the fact that i tend to believe he can be a sweetheart. it’s just so damn rare that it’s baffling when it finally occurs. (i mean i’ve witnessed a ton of interviews where murdoc is sober and a kind guy, then when he gets pissed, he becomes his usual, horrid self again. so alcohol has obviously a lot to do with his aggression and downfall in the forms of sociability. in my opinion i believe he’s a raging alcoholic and abuse survivor that simply doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘consequences’ and often becomes exactly like a mirror image of his own abuser without ever really realizing it. whether that’s through physical abuse means or vocal. or possibly even through mental manipulation.)

I think he tends to cultivate a bond with people, despite my prior beliefs that murdoc doesn’t like to be associated with anybody, at least not long-term - he can withhold platonic relationships for sure, but he just tends to be very uncomfortable when being too jovial for too long with those he considers friends - as it just all seems quite unnatural to him. relationships on the other hand never last long, cheating, breaking hearts, violence and yelling, on both sides - not just murdoc’s - and then it just ends. if it isn’t a one night stand then often he isn’t interested. emotional bonds don’t really come easy with him unless he’s known someone for so many years, then he might come to a conclusion on how exactly he feels for said person, but he’d never admit he was in love with the person even if he truly was. this is mainly because he doesn’t trust himself in long-term relationships because he knows how they play out, he drinks too much and says / does something stupidly hurtful and it immediately breaks apart the relationship, but most of the time he doesn’t understand how the thing he did was so hurtful in the first place - as he’s so used to the insults and abuse himself that it’s ingrained into his mind. it’s normality to him.
(this is just the phase 1 / 2 verse though. possibly phase 3 also. i believe in phase 4 he’d tend to be calmer around people and start to change his ways if something was finally mentioned, but he’d still be stubborn as all hell.)

i’m not too sure what social contact means in all honesty, but it’s obviously to do with relationships, and i suppose it which ones he prefers. as i said, he doesn’t really prefer any - but i suppose, friendships are good after a long time of bonding and short-term (very short-term) relationships are the most preferred relationships in his head. but as i said, he’s very split in his head on whether he wants to be in relationship groups or just stay a loner - as a part of him craves affection and interaction to help build himself and block out his antisocial side, and yet the other part craves solidarity and independence to become his own individual without the help / influence of others. the only real time he doesn’t think about this conflict within his head is when he’s on stage, technically he’s being extremely social with the crowds and he adores the attention as well as the fact he’s being his own self with his music, so both sides tend to come together in a way when they all perform. hence one of the reasons i think he loves to create / listen to music he’s made / inspired him, it’s a simple form of escapism from that conflict and the trauma he’s suffered.

So, I’m getting into Private Practice, the spinoff from Grey’s Anatomy and I’m up to the season three episode “Parent Trap” in which Violet and Charlotte treat an Orthodox Jewish woman who doesn’t want to have any more children, and tell them that birth control is not an option.

Which means that in this universe, doctors have twice treated Orthodox Jewish patients and had them refuse “modern” treatments for religous reasons, even though those treatments are not against halachiac law. Orthodox Judaism prohibits barrier methods such as condoms, but allows for hormonal birth control such as the pill or an IUD. Interestingly enough, the reason for this, that the prohibition is against spilling the seed and hormonal birth control doesn’t involve that, is freaking brought up by Charlotte when the team consults with a Rabbi and the Rabbi disagrees with her!

The other time was in season one of Grey’s Anatomy, when Alex had his Orthodox Jewish girl who refuses to have a pig valve transplant, because she won’t put a treif animal in her body. This is so not Jewish law it isn’t even funny.

If my memory serves, there is only one other time a patient has been explicitly Jewish, the one where a thirteen year old boy wants breast reduction surgery, and his Judaism amounts to a passing reference to his bar mitzvah.

It just pisses me off so much. It’s not like these shows don’t have the budgets to just ask an Orthodox Jew what the halachiac view on birth control and pig valve transplants are. A simple google search would suffice. They are just assuming that all Orthodox Jews are backwards and irrational and then are too lazy to fucking check. Hell, in this episode of PP they couldn’t even bother to find out the correct pronunciation of Shimon.

I know Shonda Rhimes gets a lot of praise, but her track record with Jewish characters is fucking abyssmal.

You stood with your arms crossed over your chest. Your weight was shifted to one side of your body and you impatiently tapped your black heels on the oak hardwood floor. You stared narrowly and silently at the Winchester brothers with your dark lipstick painted mouth in a pout. The boys and the old man set you up, You were waiting for your lover Crowley at a hotel when they cleverly captured you and took you back to Bobby’s home for interrogation. 

 “So, you just gunna stand there and look pretty, or are ya’ gunna talk, missy?” Bobby asked, his low grumbling voice breaking the silence. You rolled your eyes and sighed, dropping your arms to your sides. 

You walked around inside your Devils trap. The three men didn’t have time to strap you down in a chair, by the time you were in their trap you were awake and furious. 

“You know Crowley will be here any moment now, right? I’m surprised you idiots got this far. Bravo.” You winked playfully. 

You never once took your now black eyes off of the boys, you carefully watched every move they made. they watched you just as closely. 

 "Yeah, we know. So you better start talking!“ Dean shouted, annoyed. You noticed Dean quickly walk over to an orange cushioned love seat. 

There was an old book sitting atop one of the cushion. Dean opened the book and flipped a few pages. 

 "Don’t even bother. You can’t send me back to Hell, Dean. You’re going to need my bones to get rid of me, just like you need Crowley’s. And there is no way in Hell I am going to tell you where his bones are. You thought you could torture it out of me” You laughed “Threaten me back to Hell with your magic book. Please.” You finished.

 Bobby, Dean and Sam all looked at one another, slightly defeated. They had no idea you weren’t like the other Demons. 

 "Wait so you’re telling me, the only way to get rid of your ass is to torch your bones to?“ Dean asked. 

 "Thats what I’m telling you.” You replied with a smirk. 

You looked over at Sam and noticed him inch closer in his seat, he had a sudden look of interest. 

 "Y/N.“ Sam paused. You gave him your full attention. He cleared his throat. “So how long have you known Crowley for. I mean how long have you been his…” Sam trailed off. You finished the sentence. 

 "Lover? Queen of Hell? Is this what you really brought me here for? For a damn couples Q&A.“ You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest once again.

 "It’s just a question.” Sam quickly replied. You licked your lips, and opened your mouth, ready to answer until a familiar gravelly British accent cut in and silenced you before you could say anything.

 “She’s been by my side since the very beginning… Hello boys.” Crowley paused, he let his eyes explore your body, he was looking for any signs of blood, cuts or burns. But you looked unharmed. 

 “Are you alright my love?” Crowley asked with concern. You nodded your head. 

 “I’m fine.” You answered.

 The three men were cautious now, they scrambled together and pulled out any weapons they had on their person, defending themselves from whatever tricks Crowley had up his sleeves. You gave him a small smile, assuring him that you were okay. You noticed the seriousness of Crowley’s expression, he was livid. 

“Why don’t you three pull up a chair I have a little story to tell you.” Crowley paused. Sam, Dean and Bobby didn’t move from their spots.

 “Y/N was sent to Hell not long after myself. Just like you Dean, I was ordered to torture every damned soul that entered Hell, I complied, until it was Y/N turn to be punished.” Crowley turned to you, he noticed your Y/E/C eyes turned glossy, and you were holding yourself back from tears at the tragic though of how you two met.

 Crowley walked towards the Devils trap before he continued his story. He flicked his hand, causing a crack to form in the hardwood, breaking the Devils trap so you were now free. He turned his attention back to the boys. 

 "She stood there in front of me, slumped over and hopeless. Her arms chained high above her heard. She was beautiful, even in her weakened state,“ Crowley took your hand and guided you out of the trap.

 "She just hung from those chains, she didn’t struggle, she didn’t plead for mercy. She just waited for her punishment. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hurt her. So instead, against my commanders orders, I cared for her and asked her how someone like her ended up in the pit.” Crowley’s voice became louder and angrier as he told more of the story. You squeezed his hand, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb to comfort him. 

 "I made a deal, just as Crowley had.“ You finished. You didn’t want Crowley to divulge anymore of your painful memory to the Winchester brother’s and Bobby. 

You did make a deal just as Crowley had. While you were human you were broken, lost and unloved. You were an orphan. For years you were alone on your own, unwanted and uncared for. The day your parents died you felt dead inside. You wanted your parents back alive more then anything. so after you made a deal with a Demon to bring your parents back from the dead you were dragged away from your family ten years later down to the depths of Hell. Whilst you and Crowley served each others time in Hell, you were there to care and love one another. He had been there for you since day one.

 "Wow.” Sam whispered to himself. Crowley took you towards the front door of the house, you were both ready to leave. But before you left, Crowley stopped and said something. 

 "So you see, Y/N means everything to me. If you touch her, if you even so much as think about harming her!“ Crowley yelled. “I swear, I will tear your fricken hearts out! What you did tonight was not acceptable, boys. Next time I wont be so merciful. Do you understand me?” Crowley finished, trying to calm himself down a little.

"Yeah, yeah. We get it. You’ll kill us,“ Dean answered, putting his knife away. “Why’d you tell us about your time in the pit with Y/N?” Dean calmly asked.

 Crowley looked down at his shoes and then looked to you. You gave him a gentle smile.

 “Because I want you to realize how much I love her. And how much you will pay if she is hurt or killed because of you morons.” Crowley responded. 

Ignoring the boys in-front of him he took your chin in between his two fingers and planted a kiss on your full lips. Bobby, Sam and Dean watched awkwardly as the two of you continued to exchange passionate kisses. When the two of you heard Dean clear his throat you stopped.

“Jesus, get a room you two.” Dean spat in disgust, shielding his eyes. You smirked and winked at the boys before Crowley took your hand again. 

 "Good idea, Squirrel. Come darling.” Crowley smiled to you. He was relieved to have you back safely by his side. 

 “Yes, my King. See you later boys.” You giggled with a wave as you followed Crowley out of Bobby’s home.

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Creepypasta #985: Why I Hate Kids

Length: Long

You like kids? Be honest. Because I don’t. Oh sure, babies are cute, as long as I don’t have to take care of them. But once they’re old enough to make smartass comments, they bother me.

Take the gang of brats outside right now. There are six of them, all about five years old, all of them snot-nosed and obnoxious. The courtyard is supposed to be for the entire apartment complex, but they’ve taken the whole thing over. I couldn’t even barbecue last weekend without them bugging me. I eventually told them to shut the hell up. One of them cried, and another of the little shits wiggled his butt at me. He’s lucky I didn’t chuck a plate at him.

You’d think their parents would have yelled at them for bothering the neighbors, but nope. Today they’re out there talking to a teddy bear. They’ve got him elevated on a pile of boxes. I guess he’s King Teddy? At least they’re being quiet for the moment. Maybe I can actually get some work done.

Yes, work. Something those kids have no concept of. When I was their age, I was already doing deals. Ten Transformers for a scooter. Three Pokemon cards for a pizza. Whatever the product, I could sell it, and still can.

The secret is to convince people that they can’t live without it. That was true for toys and it’s even more true for housing. For instance, today I’m calling a prospective buyer about a house I’m brokering on the East Side. It’s a bit out of his price range (he and his wife just had a kid), but all I need to do is bend the truth a little and he’ll sign the papers.

What’s that, you say? I’m a liar? You should understand that “lies” in the sales world are really just another form of negotiation. When I tell him that he can afford the home even after the interest rate adjusts in year five, that’s not a lie, because I use the word “can.” He’s perfectly capable of making more money; who am I to limit his earning power?

But right as I’m about to make the call, the racket starts up. I walk over to the back window. The little runts are banging away with hammer and nails.

“Hey! What the hell you think you’re doing?”

One of the twerps, this curly-haired boy with a Batman shirt, says, “We’re building something top secret!”

“Yeah and you can’t see it,” says a redhead girl, “so go away!”

“Listen to me, you little turds! I can have your families evicted if you don’t shut up!”

“We’re sorry,” says a chubby kid. “We’ll be more careful. I’m Richard, by the way.”

Wow, one of them has manners? This is new. Maybe they’re not all scumbags, after all. “Apology accepted. Thank you, Richard. Please keep a close eye on your less well-mannered friends.” I slam the window closed and go back to work.

And what do you know: I seal the deal. Those little brats might actually be good luck. After just half an hour of haggling, I got the guy to commit to a long-term financing deal. I hang up and text the bros for an epic weekend barbecue.

If the league of snot machines wants to get in our way, so be it. I will give full permission to my partying brethren to kick any troublesome schoolkid right in the ass. I decide to spy on them some more to make sure they’re not screwing up my deck chair.

What do you know – they’re screwing up my deck chair. I run downstairs and lay into them: “Now what the hell is this? You’re nailing boards to my furniture?”

“It’s just temporary,” says Richard.

“Nails? Nails aren’t temporary, bro. Your parents will have to pay for this.”

“Maybe we can pay for it,” he says. “How do you know we don’t have jobs?”

I knew it. Even the one kid who I thought was OK turns out to be a smartass.

“We got more than jobs,” says the redhead girl, “We got rules, and we got ways to keep em.”

“Ain’t that right, Teddy,” says Batman shirt. The teddy bear he referred to sat in my deck chair.

“I think we’re ready,” says Richard. He gives a signal and the rest of the kids tilt the chair back. Some of the other kids have what looks like a stop sign on a pole.

“Oh you’re stealing traffic signs?” I say. “Now you’re definitely getting evicted.”

But they ignore me. They’re too busy building their stupid little fort or whatever it is. I watch, amused. as Richard positions the teddy bear’s neck right underneath the stop sign. The sign has scuff marks all over it from them sharpening the edges. It drops down and cuts the teddy bear’s head off.

I laugh as tufts of cotton fly everywhere. “Holy shit! I have to admit, that’s pretty funny. So not only do you destroy other people’s property, you’re making dangerous weapons.”

“It’s not a weapon,” says Batman shirt. “It’s a gee-ya-teen.”

“Oh is it. Well isn’t that adorable. So tell me, what did Mr. Bear do to deserve the death penalty?”

“Death penalty?” says Richard. He laughs, and the other kids follow suit. “We can’t kill teddy. He’s just a stuffed animal.”

“Yeah,” says another kid with huge glasses and buckteeth. “He’s just helping us.”

“Oh?” I say, and laugh again just at the sight of this kid. “What’s he helping you with?”

“He’s helping us make sure it works,” he says, and I feel the hard whack of a baseball bat on the back of my head.

Now I’m here in this closet. I had a pen in my pocket and I found an envelope on the ground. Hopefully someone sees this in time. If you’re reading this, please send help to 817 Westerberg Lane.

Credits to: finewiththefog



You’re not going to BELIEVE what happen to me this evening! I was outside minding my very own business relaxing out back in the sauna. My back had been bothering me earlier from standing on my feet all day at the store. I caught a wif of a foul smell and realized that racoons had gotten in the outdoor bin…again… I emerged from the water and went over to pickup the remnants of the rubbish. Problem is, when I bent down I thought my back went out. ”I’m getting old”, I thought. I felt very stiff and was unable to move.

I got very dizzy and fell into a trans. “What the hell? Did I get bit by one of the racoons unbeknownst to me? Do I have rabies? Is there a doctor in the neighborhood? Oh God, someone call my husband and tell him to come home quick! Matter of fact, someone send for help.” More thoughts triggered through my mind in a flash than through my entire life.

Suddenly, a bright ray of light peeked through my pupils. As I couldn’t open my eyes. “This is it for me, this is where my story ends, I am going to die.” Instantly, I dropped to the ground like concrete weights. I looked to the sky and saw this unidentified flying object bursting through the air like a shooting star. “Holy Heavens Bonnie, I did NOT just see that.” I feel strange. Yet, I won’t dare tell a soul.

qwertyuiopasdfghjklzxcvbnm….“Dessert anyone?”

anonymous asked:

Excuse me, I've been curious for a while, but I was thinking of starting to cosplay. I just don't know anything. It would be amazing if I could get some tips from a senpai like you... *blushie*


I will give you every single tip I would have loved to know as I started out as a cosplayer. :) I hope that I can give you some helpful advice.^^

Cosplay tips!

I will go through four different stages.

1. The cosplay tiself

2. The make up

3. Wigs

4. Some last advice

1. The cosplay.

The most important thing you have to learn when you start to cosplay it how fabric, thread and sowing machine work together. Start with something simple, like a character who has clothes you can buy in stores and alter them at home. After you have done that, and managed to make a shirt slimmer or to do add details to a skirt or so, move on to sew pants and a shirt from scratch.

With each and every cosplay will you learn more and more and be able to create more advanced outfits. :)

  • The Fabric

Cosplay is an expensive hobby, especially when you want to find the perfect fabric for your outfit. Think of what kind of material would be most logic for the characters outfit.

If the character is fighter will he or she most likely not run around in satin clothes, they will probably have to dress in something that can take a beating.

If your character does run around in silk, please, do not use the cheap satin fabrics since they very often makes your cosplay look cheap. Find something that looks expensive, something thicker and that doesn’t shine as much, but be prepared to pay a high sum for it. Of course you can be lucky and find something on sale, but I just want to prepare you.^^

2. The make up.

Makeup is a powerful tool that can make you look younger,older, more masculine or more feminine and there are cosplayers who underestimate it. Believe it or not but the make up is really imporant and can be the thing that can make or break you cosplay. Even if a costume isn’t that great,will the perfect make up make it look at least 5 times better. Just look at all the japanese cosplay-models everyone looks up to, some of their costumes aren’t the best, but because they have contured and highlighted their face in the right way, used lenses and fake lashes. BOOM! They look like great cosplayers.
Some people are like “but you don’t even look like yourself anymore” Well, that’s the whole idea with cosplay. You should not look like yourself wearing a costume, you should look like an animated character that has come to life.

Btw: Keep in mind that photos will remove like 25-50% of your make-up, so it’s totally fine to use more than what you would in your everyday life. :)

  •  The Foundation.

To have the perfect base is the first step for an awesome transformation. Make sure to get a really good concealer to cover blemishes and parts of your face that easily get red. I would recomemnd to get some green concealer because green emlimintes red-tones. So, use the green concealer at first, then cover it up with skincoloer concealer and at last use your foundation to cover it all up.

  • Contouring.

Smaller nose, fuller lips and smaller chin is something you can archive with highlighting and darkening certain parts of your face. You can use a concealer that is a few shades darker than your own skin, or a bronzer (I use darkbrown eyeshadow because I’m poor XD ) and darken the sides of the part want to appear slimmer or smaller.

I.e:Want a slimmer nose? Just darken the sides of your nose and lightighten the bridge.

If you are going to cosplay as a male character is it important to contour your jawline and throat, to make you appear more masculine. Most people might think that you don’t have to use make up when cosplaying male characters, but no sir! You will need make up. XD

(( I link you a YT tutorial that explains and shows basic contuouring))

  • The Eyes

The eyes of a manga character is really important and give you a hint of what type of personality that character has, it gives them their indiviluality and that is exactly what different kind of eye-make up will give you when you cosplay different characters.

Will you cosplay a character like Levi from SnK or Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji will eyeliner and eyeshadow give the the slimmer and more masculine eyes that just screams “SEX!”.

While cosplaying characters like Ciel from Kuroshitsuji, Roxas from KH or Shino from Hakkenden (ukeish characters), also will crave fake lashes, to archive that younger, innocent and cute look.

  • Fake lashes

Many cosplayers, especially when they are cosplaying as men or boys, are afraid of using fake lashes. As I wrote before are the eyes of the anime character is really important and should also be the main focus of the cosplayers face, and fake lashes might make a bigger difference than what you may think.

Not only will they make your eyes appear more intense, they will at times also help you to achieve eyeshape you desire.

My fake-lash characters are Ciel (duh), Roxas and also Norway from Hetalia.

Many people who cosplay as those character go all natural, but for me is cosplay a bit of imitating their art style.

For characters like Ciel, younger boys with doll-like features, will I use lashes who clearly look like fake lashes. They are long, think and gives the cosplay a dramatic look that is hard to archive without them. To top it of will I also use bottomlashes.

If you cosplay a characters like Roxas,who don’t have so long lashes, but who still are drawn/animated with think/full lashes will a pair pretty natural looking fake lashes give you the look you most likely are after. No bottom lashes are needed, just to an outlining with a dark brown eyeshadow and some mascara and it will be perfect.

Well, my version of Norway from Hetalia and the canon- norway may differ quite a bit, but I have always pictured him to be a very beatiful, but arrogant looking male. I think that adding a very natural- looking fake lashes while cosplaying as a character like him gives the cosplay more personality. But that’s my opinion.^^

So, get yourself different kinds of fake lashes, do different make up tests, add some lashes, you will be surprised on the difference it makes.

  •  Circle lenses.
    BIG ONE!

I really, really recommend you use circle lenses to every cosplay. Even if you may have brown eyes and the character your will cosplay also have brown eyes would I still strongly recommend circlelenses.

The circle lenses will not only make your eyecolor more intense, they will also finish the whole look.

Will you cosplay a character with huge eyes? Go get yourselg some 17+ mm circle lenses and you will not only look younger, but also much more doll like.

Will you cosplay a character who is grown up and who has more normal sized eyes? Get yourself some 14mm circle lenses, preferable a pair who has a dark circle around them, and your eyes will be really intense. 
It will make such a big difference I swear!

Also, it will look great on photography. The eyes will look clear, intense and will add more character.

Try it once and you will never ever want to cosplay without lenses every again!

Links to online stores.

  •  Eyebrows.

Yes, the eyebrows must match the color or your wig. But what to do if you have natural dark eyebrows or just want the perfect color?

The best tips ever: Get yourself a white eyeliner and color on your eyebrows. Once they are nice and white, take an eyeshadow with the color you desire and fill in your white eyebrows. The white eyeliner will not only make your eyebrows light enough to make the color look “natural”, they will also make sure that the eyeshadow sticks to them.


Yes, you will always need a wig, doesn’t matter if you havethe correct hair color or not. A wig is a must.

There are some simple rules to follow when it’s time for you to buy a wig.

Ebay is the place to go when you buy a wig, make sure that it’s store with high rating and for God’s sak, do not buy a prestyled wig.

A presstyled wig may not fit your head.

It’s better you buy a heat resistant wig that isn’t styled and style it after your own head. Make sure to get some cheap hairdressers scissors.

  •  a regular hairdresser scissor to cut the length of the wig.
  •  A teeth scissor ( I don’t know the correct word for it in English, but I added a picture),To help you to make a wig thinner. Use it to make the tips of the wig thinner, it will just look better.

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  • Ask a friend to style it for you and do no style it on a wighead since your probably don’t have the same size or shape as a dummyhead.
  • Coulors

Some anime characters might have very bright colors, but I personally do not fancy it too much since wigs with very bright colors often look cheep. If you are going to cosplay a character that has bright pink hair, try to find something in a more pastellic color or just toned down pink. That’s at least when I think.^^

You MUST wear a wigcap, you just have too!

Final Tips.

  •  Make sure that your nails look great. Remove old nail polish and give yourself a small manicure the day before the convention/photoshoot. It will bother the hell out of you if you have a great picture of you holding your hand over your eye or mouth and you notice that your nails have some damage.
  •  Remove your pircing. There are plastic, translucent, piercing you can replace them with. I myself am a little bad with replaceing my normal tongue piercing with a translucent one and it bothers the hell out of me everytime I see it on film or on pictures. Photoshop will help you on pictures but you won’t be able to erase it in videos.
  • Wear the right shoes. It doesn’t matter if the character has heels up to the sky, you are going to wear them and rock them until you are back in your hotel room even if it feels like your feet are on fire. The wrong shoes can ruin the whole costume. 
    Comfort is a rare luxurey for a cosplayer.
  • .Be humble and have fun. Sure, cosplay is fun, but it’s impossible to not notice the high amount of competition and jealousy that goes around. Some people can be mean and it’s important that you keep a mature attitude about it. If someone has made a costume that it better than yours than I can promise you that the person probably worked their ass off for that cosplay. I’m not writing it to scare you or scold you, but I’m just preparing you. :)

Cosplay is a lot of fun, but keep in mind that it’s only a hobby and that if people are going to get bitchy about them, then it’s their own problem. :)

  • I have never really been into it, but some people think that being in-character is the most important thing in cosplay. I have to disagree with them for several reasons. (( I’m sorry, but if I want to talk about wired gross videos, then cosplaying Ciel won’t stop me XD))
    Many times have I meet people at cons, cosplayers, who act like real jerks only to tell l me later that they only were in character. I have friends who havehad  pasta thrown into their faces by some stranger cosplaying as Italy because that would be in-character and I myself have been jumped and stalked becaus that would be in character of character that strangers have chosen to cosplay.
    Keep in mind that your first impression is really important so don’t mess it up. People are talking and the last thing you want is to get a bad reputation. Be nice, be friendly, and if you feel like you have to be in-character, then be it around people who know you and who you know won’t take offense. :)

Phew, I think that was all. I’m sorry if you think that it’s too much. I know that my tips may differ from tips that someone else would have given, but I am writing this from my own experiences and hope that you can use some of this.:)

Good luck and again: Welcome to the wonderful world  of Cosplay.<3

Love// Steph