this fits my life perfectly


“Drop of a hat she’s as willing as,
Playful as a pussy cat,
Then momentarily out of action,
Temporarily out of gas,
To absolutely drive you wild, wild..
She’s all out to get you.”

             ↳  Queen - Killer Queen


Genji is secretly a McHanzo shipper.
Hanzo is probably going to kill him again.

Everything has its place, and I know exactly where that is.

I could walk through it blindfolded and know exactly where to step.

It’s messy, but in a lived in sort of sense.

There are moments of noise and laughter, but it is usually silent.

I stay hidden in my own space, wandering off to who knows where in my mind.

Not everyone that used to be here still is, which is okay, everyone grows up at some point.

I am comfortable here, but I wish I was more open to leaving and going to new places.

I hate it yet love it at the same time

“I can’t explain it. I know you’re meant to be in my life. I know we were meant to cross paths and our relationship is not a coincidence. I believe there are people you’re destined to meet during your lifetime and I, without a doubt, believe you are one of mine. I don’t know who you are to me just yet. I don’t know if you’re a lesson waiting to happen or the closest someone will ever come to understanding me, above even myself. I just know you’re meant to be where you are right now. You’re not casually passing through, you’re here to bring my life something I’ve never known up until this point. It’s as if this role was written with you in mind and no one can fulfill it the way you do, you’re just now stepping into your placement. You were written into my life and because of that you fit so snug, so perfectly. Certain traits of your personality exist purely to complement mine, or maybe it’s the other way around. Some piece of me exists for you alone, and it must be the same for you in turn. I don’t know what you’re meant to be to me just yet, but stay where you are. Please. I can’t explain it, but I know you’re meant to be here.”



Imagine refusing to be left behind on a hunt when you are 39 weeks pregnant and going into labor in the Impala.

Request by @msimpala67 - Thank you for this request. It was so much fun to write. I’m adding it to my Life Unexpected Series because it fits perfectly. Thank you for helping with my writer’s block! You’re awesome!

“Y/N!” Dean pleaded with you. “You have no business being on a hunt,” he paused searching for the best way to put it. “In the condition you’re in right now,” he finished with a sigh.

“The condition I’m in right now?” You challenged from your place on the couch. 

Dean rolled his eyes at you clearly exasperated. 

You had a bowl of ice cream sitting on your swollen stomach. Just moments ago, before this fight broke out, you Dean, and Sam had been watching the baby kick the bowl. You had all been laughing. Then Sam mentioned that he found a job.

Sam sat in silence as you glared at Dean. You looked to Sam. “Did he really just say that to me Sam?” You asked him not really looking for an answer. He put his hands up in surrender, refusing to answer your question which only fueled your fire. You attempted to stand, your belly sticking so far out in front of you that it was difficult, to say the least. You finally managed to get in an upright position with a huff.

“Sweetheart,” Dean said tentatively. You glared at him but didn’t interrupt. “You can hardly get up or get around. You don’t move very quickly these days,” he said with a chuckle as he looked at you with your hands on your hips.

You furrowed your eyebrows and started moving quickly toward Sam and Dean. You waddled like a duck that had something stuck up its rear. You glanced at Sam who had an amused look on his face from his seat at the table. Immediately, he wiped the smirk off his face a spoke. “See Dean, she can manage just fine,” he said trying to contain his laughter. As you waddled past him, you hit him on the back of the head just enough to make a statement. This brought forth his laughter in earnest. You looked to Dean who was smiling at you.

“Look, guys,” you said. “If you don’t just take me with you, I’ll jump in one of the other cars and follow your asses.” You said with finality.

Dean sighed heavily and put his head in his hand. He realized there was no reasoning with you. This was a battle he would have to concede.

You continued, “and we’re leaving this afternoon so you don’t have an opportunity to leave me behind.” You padded down the hall to yours and Dean’s room to pack some things. Sam was still laughing as you left. You blew a strand of hair out of your face, irritated.

Two hours later, you and the boys were a good hour away from the bunker, driving down an old highway with the windows down. Dean had the music blaring because he said, “The baby loves classic rock so it’s staying.”

You laid stretched out on the back seat, tapping your toes along with the music. You laughed as Heat of the Moment came on. You made eye contact with Dean in the rear view mirror, and he winked at you. You smiled sweetly back at him, your fight forgotten, and gently patted your stomach. Nine months ago when You and Dean had ended up in bed together, you’d have never thought it would evolve into what it had, or that it would include a baby. You smiled as you closed your eyes.

A sharp pain shot through your abdomen the moment you closed your eyes. You dismissed it, but the pain stayed fairly constant for about the next 2 minutes then eased away. You breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes again.

“You okay princess?” Dean said from the front a look of concern on his face. You managed a smiled and nodded keeping your eyes closed, and it happened again. The pain shot through you, and this time it was more intense. You couldn’t hide your discomfort. “What is it sweetheart?” Dean asked unable to keep the panic out of his voice.

Sam had turned around to check on you and at that moment your water broke.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

Sam’s eyes went wide as he spoke. “Dean her water just broke.”

“Her what just what?” He said not wanting to understand what was happening that very moment in his back seat. In baby.

“Dean,” you screamed as the contractions continued to intensify. “You need to find a hospital now!” you demanded.

“I’m on it,” Sam said as he looked down at his phone. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “The nearest hospital or anything like that is over an hour away.”

“An hour?” Dean said is disbelief. Sam just looked at him and nodded gravely.

“Guys!! I don’t have an hour, I really think you should pull over!” you were desperately trying to pull off your underwear as the pressure was increasing. Dean did what you said and pulled over. Both boys jumped out of the car. Dean ran around to Sam’s side and opened the door. Your legs were spread and Dean got a good look at the situation. His face went white.

“Oh my God, Dean what is it?” you asked in a panic.

He looked at Sam while pointing at you. “Sam is that a head?” His voice raising and getting higher with each word.

Sam’s eyes went wide and he pushed Dean to the side and climbed into the car. “Yeah Dean that’s the head,” Sam said to Dean surprisingly calmly and then looked in your eyes. “Y/N, just breath for me okay? and lay back.” You tried to lay back but the pain was excruciating. “Dean,” Sam yelled trying to snap Dean out of his haze. It didn’t work.

“Dean Winchester!” You screamed as the next contraction hit you. That brought him to, and he ran to the other side of the car and flung the door open.

“Sam what can I do?” He asked in a panic, desperate to make something better.

“Climb in and give her something to lean on and something to focus on,” Sam said from your feet. “Y/N the next contraction your going to give me a push,” Sam added.

In that time Dean had settled himself behind you and pulled you between his legs. Your head collapsed on his chest as he pushed your hair out of your sweaty face. Your breathing was labored, and you were starting to cry.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you. Sam knows what he is doing,” Dean said glancing up at Sam. “Right, Sammy?”

Sam just looked at him wide eyed. That didn’t comfort you in the least. “Yeah, sure,” Sam managed.

“Oh God Dean, am I seriously going to deliver our baby IN BABY?!” you screamed as another contraction hit.

Dean rubbed your shoulders and whispered in your ear, “Take deep breaths Y/N. It will be fine.”

“Y/N, you’ve got to push,” Sam said as Dean took your hands for leverage. You pushed with all your might and the pressure was so intense that you let out a blood curdling scream. Both Dean and Sam were yelling over you, cheering you on. The contraction subsided, and you breathed heavy.

“One more may do it, Y/N. So next time make it count,” Sam said with a smile. You managed a stifled cry and nod as Dean squeezed your hands tightly for support.

“It’s coming,” you screamed as the pain hit you again.

“Push!” Dean and Sam yelled in unison and you did. The next thing you heard was a high pitched scream, and you started crying. You looked at Sam and he was holding a baby. Your baby. He was crying which only made you cry harder. You felt Dean’s tears falling on your neck as well.

“It’s a girl,” Sam said with a laugh as he looked down at her. Immediately Dean tore off his flannel and handed it to Sam. He wrapped the baby tightly in the shirt and then handed her to you.

From behind you Dean looked over your shoulder and said, “Hey baby girl,” he said to your daughter. He kissed you on the cheek and said, “You were a beast, baby.”

You smiled at him and managed a laugh. “What should we name her?” you asked as you stared into her dark green eyes. She had her daddy’s eyes which warmed your heart.

“I’ve been thinking Emmary,” Dean said as he gently stroked the babies cheek.

“Emmary?” You questioned liking the sound of it.

“Yeah, your mom, Emily and mine, Mary,” he said his lips close to your ear as he kissed your neck.

You leaned against him and smiled. “That’s perfect, Dean. Emmary Jane Winchester.” You said throwing in Jane because you had always loved that name.

Dean kissed you tenderly and then looked at the baby. “Hello, Emmary Jane,” he cooed. “You entered this world in quite possibly the coolest delivery room available,” he laughed and kissed her forehead.

You laughed tossing your head back on to Dean’s chest behind you. He chuckled with you.

Sam appeared again neither of you had realized he disappeared. He was hanging up his phone. “Thanks,” he said into his phone and hit the end call button. “Ambulance is on its way. Should be here in 20 minutes or so,” he said as he smiled at the three of you. He climbed into the seat with you and looked at the baby. “Baby girl,” he said and you interrupted.

“Emmary,” you said with a smile.

“Emmary,” Sam said understanding the name. “You were just born in the coolest delivery room ever. I’m shocked your daddy isn’t flipping out right now,” he said as he looked up at Dean.

Both you and Dean and burst into laughter. The Winchesters were so unlike sometimes you couldn’t believe it. You sighed and smiled as a tear ran down your cheek. You looked from Emmary to Sam and then finally back at Dean. You pecked him on the lips and said, “I love you Dean Winchster.”

“I love you, beautiful,” he said with a kiss, the hunt and the fight you had hours ago a distant memory.

Next: Pt. 5 - Baby Girl

anonymous asked:

How did you get into borzoi? Like what made you decide this was the breed for you?

Back in 1993 my friend started working with a lady her mother knew from work. This lady had Rhodesian Ridgebacks and was looking for kennel help. While working for this lady my friend became interested in the world of dogs. She was a junior handler and then eventually owned her first Ridgeback. I use to go to shows and coursing events with her and her RR Captain. I had no interest in RRs. They were too “doggie” for me. Then I met a borzoi and was smitten. She told me about them during a time I was obsessed with Hockey and the Russian 5 ruled the Detroit Red Wings. So I thought Russian Wolfhound…how cool is that? I began to study the breed and has watched them at dog shows. I was never brave enough to approach anyone then. This was before the internet so finding a dog was limited usually to just adds in the paper or shelters. When I had to have surgery on my knee as a Freshman in high school, I asked for a borzoi. My parents said “no”. I ended up with a hound mix which lead me to dislike scent hounds but I still always wanted a borzoi. My friend and I had drifted a part. One sunny fall day, she called me up out of the blue, asking if I wanted a borzoi. She knew a breeding that lived right by me that was looking to place a 14 month old male. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I had a job with the government. I was just closing on a new house and now this. I said YES! So Loki came to live with me. I learned a lot while getting him. He had temperament issues that came from a previous owner but I just loved him so much. He was such a quiet sweet dog that fit into my life perfectly. Once we got past the reactive aggression towards other dogs, he was a joy. He literally stopped traffic. I really wanted to try lure coursing and had a great time doing it until he was interfered with and started attacking other dogs he ran with…I eventually started looking for my second borzoi which led me to the dog that changed my life forever and that’s when my obsession began. No other dog compares to a borzoi and the way they look into your soul. It’s so easy to have more than one. They aren’t overwhelming like other breeds. They don’t need constant interaction, they are just happy to be nearby. They really are magical. 

My weight FINALLY BUDGED.  I was sick and it just.. wasn’t?!  I don’t know?  Now that I’m getting better and I’m mostly just stuffed up the weight is coming off of me.  I don’t get it, but okay!  Maybe I can be 129 tomorrow?!!  If I push hard enough, yes.  I haven’t seen 129 in close to a year, those last 9 lbs I just lost took fucking FOREVER.  I got stuck at 133 for ages, then bounded back up after February a bit, then fought my way back down to sticking to 131-133 FOREVER again.  Finally saw 130!! I need 129 tomorrow, I just NEED it.  I moved last September and I haven’t seen the 120s in this new house yet.  I haven’t seen it since July.  I ballooned up to 139+ (I stopped weighing but the photos freak me out I was way more I know it. I was stress binge eating because I was losing my home and everywhere I applied rejected me bc I work from home).  

129 is a lot more than just a number to me.  It carries a lot with it.  I fucking NEED it with all of my being.  

119 is my long term goal, and to maintain between 110 and 119 comfortably is where I want to be.

I used to feel like I ‘~had~ to be super fucking small because, well, everyone on here want to be 100 lbs.  But honestly?  When I first started to restrict I was overweight.  Legit overweight BMI.  Most of my life I bounced between average-high to high BMI ranges.  So when I decided to lose, I pulled a number out of the air.  I saw 147 (I was probably more I was restricting already at this point) on the scale and thought, hell, 120 would be amazing.  Maybe 110 as an ultimate goal?  Then reach for 108 because thats “perfectly underweight”.

I’ve seen 120 on me.  I’ve seen 115, 110, 107.  I’ve seen “perfectly underweight”.  I liked how it felt.  I felt free as fuck.  But you know what?  I also like how 115 felt.. and that is just not unhealthy.  I’m old af now.  I have a job I’m trying to maintain making 6 figures a year in by my own self.  I’m trying to pay for living in this house, I’m holding onto a great 6 year relationship.  Goals need to change to fit my current life style.  Perfectly underweight isn’t as important as my boyfriend, my job, my house, my income.  I have a life that matters now.  120, 115?  That’s doable.  Thats okay.  I shouldn’t feel like it’s not enough.  I look good at that weight.  And thats a great and normal goal.
don't count your owls - norio - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

     don’t count your owls  

Author: norio                    
Relationship:   Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou
Akaashi KeijiBokuto Koutarou                                            Additional Tags:    Alternate Universe - Hogwarts
Bokuto gets stuck as an owl and Akaashi gets stuck with Bokuto.


So i spent the whole day reading Haikyuu-fanfics while listening to epic/emotional/orchestral music. Then, i found this wonderful Hogwarts AU Akaashi/Bokuto fanfic and after some time that  BEAUTIFUL FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM SOUNDTRACK   started playing in the background. I didn’t even notice, at first.
But when Akaashi faced a few Dementors and was about to get killed the music started getting louder and louder which made everything incredibly dramatic and then THE CHOIR GOT TO ITS CLIMAX  - AT THIS POINT I STARTED SHAKING HOLY COW that shit gave me the hardest goosebumps of my life. Even the Jazz-themed part after that FITS PERFECTLY INTO THE WHOLE SITUATION. I’m literally crying right now.

I really need some fanart to this fanfiction
or  more   owl!Bokuto turning into human  /  human!Bokuto with wings  fanart  in general, please Q_Q

I even tried to draw something matching to that one amazing part of the vocals getting louder. (00:52) It’s just a quick drawing of him spiking because it was too hard for me to actually draw Bokuto turning into a human again and using the Patronus charm.    RIP ._.

I bought a fringe leather jacket on Etsy and it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever purchased in my life and it fits perfectly I want to die and be buried in this jacket