this is so overdue but here we go!!

Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175

“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

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Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 

Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 

Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 

“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.

oh wow an imagine get me I’m not dead

Whatever I Please

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,420

Request: by Anon!  “Can you write one about tony Starks daughter and she’s in a rocky relationship with a guy. She finally wants to call it quits with him but he stalks her and won’t let up. One day he kidnaps her but she hit the emergency button on her phone. Before they get too far Tony stops them in his suit?” 

Warning: Stalker themes, the boyfriend has an abusive behavior. 

A/N: I was actually rather surprised to get this request, but it was really fun to try to write! I’ve never written Tony before, but I hope you like it nonnie!, please let me know! I’m putting my tag list on this one as well, sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged in this fic, xx 

Feedback is as always greatly appreciated. 

“Y/N, girl. You really need to break it off with Martin,”

You took a deep breath and looked at your friend who was frowning, a deep concern lingering in her eyes.

“I know, it’s just. We’ve been together for so long and even though we have our downs it’s not like it isn’t good either,” you argued back, Ava looked back at you disapprovingly and sighed deeply.

“Does the good outweigh the bad?” she asked and you opened your mouth to answer her, but nothing came out. Because the truth was, the good didn’t outweigh the bad, it was the other way around and it had been like that for too long now.

“Listen, no matter what you guys have been through, he is an asshole, especially for what he did at Cameron’s the other day, he has no right to fucking raise his h-”

“Yes, yes I know,” you let out a sigh, sitting down on your couch beside Ava. You knew the next question that would come from her so you beat her to it.

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Scott’s Stepsister-Isaac Lahey-Part 3

Friendships and Sleepovers

Part 1-Moving and Meeting

Part 2-School Days

Teen Wolf Imagine: #114

Word Count: 2,742

Warnings:None that I can think of?

Summary: While the parents are away the teenagers will play. Melissa and Matthew take a weekend away leaving Scott, Isaac, and Y/N home ‘alone’. Scott’s friends come over, as do a few of Y/N’s friends from back home. It’s a night filled with friends, getting to know each other, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.

A/n: It’s finished! Finally! I am so happy that it’s done you don’t even know!!!!!! I hope you all enjoy it I am going to go work on that damn riverdale fic and probably close my tumblr tab for a few days. Goodbye.

Originally posted by laheys-girl


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Last Imagine

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Sidelines (A/F)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre:- Angst ( A slight fluff in the end )
Word Count:- 2K
Warnings:- Mild swearing
Request:- “Can I request a tae imagine of him being your friend and then gets jealous because you keep going out to blind dates and then confesses his love for you, thank you.”

A/N:- this has been long overdue but we reached 400 followers and our recent projects(?) have been receiving so much love and I couldn’t be happier so thank you so much for your constant support!! I really hope you liked it! Even though there’s no actually human interaction I feel like voices are very intimate so I wanted to portray it here, I could make a second part with them meeting if you guys would like just request it!!

~Admin Dee

My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. It was a nice dream, something about sitting in a big oak tree in meadow full of flowers but the details are fading fast even as I try to recall them. With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously opened one eye. The bright shine of the moonlight cuts the room in half and I see the twinkling stars in the dark and beautiful airglow. “Why am I awake.” I mutter to myself as I pull the duvet up over my head to keep out the noise of my phone.

Unfortunately the noise doesn’t stop and my brain is awake, turning over and allowing my hand to peak out from the duvet and touch the side cabinets in search of the vibrating device that disturbed my sleep, after my hand wraps around my phone I shove the warm duvet to the side and sit up straight to then realize that the ringing has stopped, flipping my phone over I roll my eyes as I see the clock reading 4 AM and 7 missed calls from my stupid best friend, Kim Taehyung, before I can tap on the name and call him back he is already calling me again.

“Yah!.” he exclaims as soon as I answer his call, “ I’ve been calling you since forever why aren’t you answering my phone calls,”, he continues to say, “ If you haven’t noticed it’s 4am.” I retort to him with a displeased tone to showcase that I wasn’t happy with the fact that he disturbed my sleep, my retort must have awakened something in his brain because it was quiet for a few seconds before I heard his soft voice speak up, “ I’m sorry.”

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So this Follow Forever is so overdue, but I’m glad I’m doing it now because there are so many blogs I’ve come into recently and so many bloggers who, honestly, I would’ve missed had I done this earlier. I don’t follow a ton of people, but I’m happy with who I do because honestly they’re such rad blogs/bloggers! ♥

So, here we go!

Friend are Bolded*
Mutuals are Italicized*


@ackerchou @actualsvenshirogane @adhdklunk @akrcos @alteanlance @amezure @angst-in-space @aromanticaang @bipilots @bluemcclain @bpd-lance @breadpoetsociety @buckettkun @cheritsundere @cryopods @cryptidcriss @cryptidkeiths @cryptidkogane @druidlance @edgelord-kogane @emuyh-art @espanolance @etherealance @fluffytheasianpanda @fyklance


@galra-prince-lance @garrettshunk @genderqueershiro @hanceome @k3ithkogane @keef-kogayne @keithkogayne @keithkoglame @keiyth @klance-klance-revolution @klanced @koganelovesmcclain @koziosko @lance-dabs @lancemcclainofficial @lancemclion @lanceologist @leggylance @marmorakeith @marmoraskeith @mcclaln @mcslained @mikeyjcaboose @mulletboykeith


 @paladinprotector @percycalypso@pidger@pining-keith@piningkeith@platonicvoltron@pngpotpies@puncertainty@purpleneutrino@redkogane@sensitiveangell@softhance @spacemomatyourservice @spaceyuuri @surelance @thebroganenetwork @thesaxymcclain @thesearchingastronaut @thespace-dragon @thiphuc @voltron-is-a-lesbian @witchkeith@wlwvoltron@wolfpainters @xenavitani

I follow a lot of sideblogs and It’s hard to keep track of which mainblog belongs to who and so if I missed anyone, or forgot to bold or out you in italics or put you down twice, shoot me a quick message and I’ll fix it!

Jaylos Fanfic (Because I Love You)

Hey guys! This fic is long overdue, sorry about that… But it’s finally up and I really hope you like and enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged! Sorry if anyone’s ooc or if anything is wrong… The whole festival thing is based off the Descendants Mobile Game and Wicked World by the way. So here we go! Enjoy!!

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Wow what a busy week it has been!  I had been designing a character turned logo for a client, and it will be used for an industry event coming up in less than two weeks. So lots of last minute details were finalized and I could complete all of the design elements so they could go to print.  I will be able to share more about this after the event, but seriously this one is super cool!

Working extra overtime the last few days, meant that when the alarm went off at 4:30 for swim team, a few hours after I went to bed - I just said NOPE not happening today and turned off the alarm and went back to sleep.  I woke up at 9am - which is unheard of late for me now a days so I took that as a sign I needed the rest.  Then mid-day instead of using the time to go swim, I got outside to get the lawn mowed as it was overdue but we had rain for days here and it was finally dry enough to tackle it before it rains again tonight. 

So I will be doing a little swim overtime this weekend to catch up my yards which otherwise would fall behind. 

In other news, I put in all kinds of orders for supplies this week.  I am going to be setting up a table at the inaugural opening of the Romeoville Art Society and since I have not done that sort of thing before I needed to get table cloth, banner, something to display books, prints etc nicely on the table and so on.  Plus I needed some more printing supplies to create a little inventory to bring with me.  And because I like to look neat and clean I also am having my logo embroidered onto my favorite type of shirt to wear (moisture wicking polo) and a hat as well.  The hat is more so because I wear hats all the time so why not promote me!  But also if I were to do an outdoor show this summer/fall, it will be a must for me.  And I was putting in the order anyway so why not do two shirts and hat!  Can’t wait for things things to start showing up. 

Also it means I am going to be adding some new products to my website, smaller prints, sets of greeting cards and so on.  I am really excited about all that.

And finally I got supplies to create some more floating frame canvas pieces that will be going into some new gallery shows soon!  Like I said, busy around here and it feels good!

'Frozen' Starter Sentences
  • "Beware the frozen heart."
  • "The skies awake, so I'm awake!"
  • "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
  • "The heart is not so easily changed."
  • "There is beauty in it....but also great danger."
  • "Fear will be your enemy."
  • "Come on let's go and play."
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies."
  • "I wish you would tell me why!"
  • "It doesn't have to be a snowman."
  • "Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let it show."
  • "I think some company is overdue, I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "I don't want to hurt you!"
  • "______ please, I know you're in there."
  • "People have been asking where you're been."
  • "They say have courage and I'm trying to."
  • "I'm right out here for you, just let me in."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "What are we gonna do?"
  • "Why have a ballroom with no balls?"
  • "There'll be actual real live people, it'll be totally strange."
  • "Wow am I so ready for this change."
  • "For the first time in forever, there'll be music, there'll be light."
  • "Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone."
  • "For the first time in forever, I won't be alone."
  • "I can't wait to meet everyone!"
  • "What if I meet the one?"
  • "I suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger, tall and fair."
  • "I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face."
  • "Which is totally bizarre."
  • "Nothing like the life I've led so far."
  • "For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone."
  • "And I know it's totally crazy."
  • "At least I've got a chance."
  • "Don't let them in, don't let them see."
  • "Be the good girl you always have to be."
  • "Make one wrong move and everyone will know."
  • "But it's only for today."
  • "It's agony to wait."
  • "A chance to change my lonely world."
  • "A chance to find true love."
  • "Nothing's in my way."
  • "I'm awkward, you're gorgeous."
  • "Wait, what?"
  • "Like the chicken with the face of a monkey!"
  • "Your physique helps, I'm sure."
  • "Can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy!"
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "It's nothing like I've ever known before."
  • "Love is an open door."
  • "I mean it's crazy, we finish each others-"
  • "Sandwiches!"
  • "That's what I was gonna say!"
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Jinx! Jinx again!"
  • "You and I were just meant to be."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?"
  • "Can I say something even crazier? Yes!"
  • "I'm sorry, I'm confused."
  • "May I talk to you please? Alone?"
  • "You can't marr someone you just met!"
  • You can if it's true love!"
  • "Oh, _____, what do you know about true love?"
  • "All you know is how to shut people out."
  • "I can't live like this anymore!"
  • "Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out?"
  • "What are you so afraid of?!"
  • "I'm completely ordinary!"
  • "She/he would never hurt me."
  • "A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen."
  • "Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried."
  • "Don't let them know? Well know they know!"
  • "Let it go."
  • "Can't hold it back anymore."
  • "I don't care what they're going to say."
  • The cold never bothered me anyway."
  • "You'll never see me cry."
  • "Here I stand, and here I'll stay."
  • "I'm never going back."
  • "The past is in the past."
  • "That perfect girl/guy is gone."
  • "She/he's a stinker."
  • "Snow. It had to be snow."
  • "Ooh, and sauna!"
  • "Hoo-hoo!"
  • "Big summer blowout!"
  • "Now back up, while I deal with this crook here."
  • "Reindeers are better than people."
  • "Yeah, people will beat you and curse you and cheat you."
  • "Everyone of them's bad, except you."
  • "But people smell better than reindeers."
  • "That's once again true, for all except you."
  • "We leave now, right now."
  • "Hold on, we like to go fast!"
  • "Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that?!"
  • Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
  • "Foot size doesn't matter."
  • "What if you hate the way he picks his nose? And eats it."
  • "All men do it."
  • "Are you some sort of love expert?"
  • "Because I don't trust your judgement."
  • "Who marries a man she just met?!"
  • "It's true love!"
  • "You almost set me on fire!"
  • "But I just paid it off."
  • "I understand if you don't want to help me anymore."
  • "This whole thing has ruined me for helping anyone else."
  • "Sometimes I really don't like you."
  • "No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? No go."
  • "You're creepy."
  • "It's just a head!"
  • "Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?"
  • "Hi, I'm ____ and I like warm hugs."
  • "Who's the funky looking reindeer over there?"
  • "I don't know why, but I've always loved the idea of summer."
  • "I'm guessing you don't have much experience with heat."
  • "Sometimes I like to imagine what it will be like when summer does come."
  • "The hot and the cold are both so intense, put them together it just makes sense."
  • "Winter's a good time to stay in and cuddle."
  • "I'm gonna tell him."
  • "Don't you dare!"
  • "Somebody's gotta tell him."
  • "Oh look at that, I've been impaled."
  • "I wouldn't put your foot there. Or there."
  • "Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you."
  • "That was like a crazy trust exercise."
  • "I'm gonna cry."
  • "Go ahead, I won't judge."
  • "Do you think she knows how to knock?"
  • "It opened! That's a first."
  • "It's a palace made of ice! Ice is my life!"
  • "Please don't shut me out again."
  • "Please don't slam the door."
  • "You don't have to keep your distance anymore."
  • "I will be right here."
  • "You mean well, but leave me be."
  • "Just stay away, and you'll be safe from me."
  • "I'm such a fool, I can't be free."
  • "We can face this thing together."
  • "What power do you have to stop me?"
  • 'It is not nice to throw people!"
  • "Don't talk to him like that."
  • "My hair? Look at your hair!"
  • "You hesitated."
  • "I like to consider myself a love expert."
  • "Take off your clothes!"
  • "Why are you holding back from such a man/woman?"
  • "So he's got a few flaws."
  • "You can fix this fixer upper with a little bit of love."
  • "He only likes to tinkle in the woods."
  • "She/he's engaged to someone else, okay?"
  • "Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart."
  • "Don't be the monster they fear you are."
  • "Oh, ______ if only there was someone out there who loved you."
  • "Love is putting someone elses needs before yours."
  • "Some people are worth melting for."
  • "The only frozen heart around here is yours."
  • "I could kiss you! Well, I'd like to. May we? May I? Wait, what?"
Imagine having to give Dean his present a little late...

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

He opened the door to the bunker as softly as possible, the light of the moon beaming in as he and his brother sneak in, blood splattered on their clothes from the latest hunt.
Upon closing the door they saw that the house was lit up by the soft glow of Christmas lights. For around the banister was lights and blue garland covered in sliver snowflakes. The tree, which was two days overdue, still sat in the middle of the space, the lights on, and the cheap, plastic, colorful bulbs hung all over it. Under the tree, however, was not presents of every shape size and color, but pine needles, which demanded sweeping. The smell of Gingerbread still could be sensed in the home.
“So do you really think she isn’t mad that we missed Christmas?” Sam whispered as they both started down the stairs.
“ When I called her on Christmas and explained that we weren’t going to be here she seemed fine with it, and told us to be careful and not worry about her.”
“Yeah, and we promised her we wouldn’t work on Christmas, and. Then promised we be back by Christmas for the party she wanted to throw.”
“Sam I am sure she is fine. Now you go get some sleep, or shower cause you smell like ass.”
“Hey you were the one who decided that a hotel with no water was a good place to stay the past 4 days.” Sam quietly smiled before heading into his own room, as Dean placed his hand on the handle of his shared bedroom, unsure exactly what he would find when he opened the door.

When he opened the bedroom he saw you laying in the memory foam, your figured illuminated by the soft glow of the Christmas lights hung in the room. As he got closer, he could see the features of your body, for most of it was hidden under the bulging comforter over the bed, it looked as though you were curled in a ball however. Your hair was laying on the pillow under your head, your mouth slightly opened, and your eyes fluttering in your sleep. The breathes you took barely were audible, the only sigh of them was the slight raising and falling of the bulge on one side. He smiled as he gently rubbed a callused hand over your head, and softly sneak to the bathroom to shower. A smile spread across your face as you listened to the bathroom door close.

When Dean reopened the door, his hair was dripping wet, and his body covered only by a pair of baggy sweatpants, which you bought him in the beginning of your relationship. He noticed that you had moved over to the other side of the bed, a smile slowly forming as he realized you were waiting for him.
He slowly climbed into the comforter and nestled his head onto your shoulder as you hummed, leaning your back into him, his arms engulfing your frame, as your hands wrapped his hands.
“Merry Christmas babe.” He whispered in your ear, he could feel your whole body shivers against him when he did.
“Merry December 27th. How was the case?”
“Long, the stupid vampires were not where we expected, turns out instead of being in a creepy abandoned mansion, they were in a heavily populated night club. So we had to draw them out, which was slightly harder but we got it done.”
“Well I am glad you are home, I have a present for you.” You whispered.
“Is it you? Because I would love to unwrap that present.” You giggled at his response as you rolled out of Dean’s grasp, and reached towards the night stand drawer.

“Well seeing how you have seen that gift multiple times already, I figured I would try to get you something different.” You beamed as you handed him a small box, which was wrapped in pale green wrapping paper and decorated with a shiny red bow.

“Is it a box of Cond…” He started however you just raised your hand towards him.

“I will not tell you what is in it, so I guess you have to open it to find out what it is.” You replied as he slowly started to open the paper around it, careful not to ruin the paper as he did. His eyes meeting the top of your head, as he observed you watching his hands play with the wrapping. His eyes then fell back upon the closed box, and upon opening it he discovered a engraved, metallic flask.

“No way, where the hell did you find a Metallica flask?” He asked as he started to pick it up, feeling that it was slightly weighted.

“Ebay, plus I went to the story the other day after the party, since Bobby accidentally drank all your supply, and bought you a newer and bigger bottle of whiskey. I figured I would fill it too this afternoon. So it should still be…”

The rest of your sentence was lost however, when Dean crashed his chapped lips into yours, and slowly began making out with you, as he did he softly whispered, “Best present ever.”

“You think that is good, you should se….” Your sentence was once again lost though at the sound of Sam throwing your door open and the sound of bells as a lump of golden fur leapt up onto your bed.

“Oh no no no no no.” Dean started as the lump of fur collapsed into your legs, as your hand began to pet the lump.

“Dean, she might be the best girlfriend you have ever had.” He exclaimed as you giggled at the thing fallen next to your legs. Dean watched as you interacted with the fur ball and sighed lovingly, “Yeah, she really is.”

brasslizard  asked:

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us. I am a huge fan of your characterization, pacing, plot, and even your evil, evil cliff hangers. Your writing style flows very organically and I find myself reading and re-reading your work. 800 follower prompt: Shiro/Matt and either pointless angst (2, 15, etc) or shenanigans (14, 31, etc). Or writer's choice. Basically just Shiro/Matt. :-)

(Thank you so much dude you are waaaay too kind.  <3)

(Wondering what this is?  This is the 800 Followers Special!  Find out more here.  These requests are now closed.  Don’t wanna see these because there’s a lot of them coming over the next couple of weeks?  Blacklist ‘800 Followers Special’.  Hate reading on Tumblr?  These will be going on AO3 as ‘This Paradox Place’ a couple of days after posting.)

No no, we aren’t breaking up! You didn’t let me finish. I’m gay for YOU. (And I’m queer for math!)

“We need to talk,” Matt told Shiro plainly.  “Honestly, this was long overdue.”

Pausing at the unusually flat tone, Shiro glanced back over his shoulder.  His shirt was still tangled around his arms as he yanked it off, and he let both hang in front of him.  “What kind of talk?”

Matt tilted his head up, jaw set.  It was an expression he usually used when he was steeling himself for something.  “One we should have had weeks ago.”

Well, that was straightforward.

Something about Matt’s expression made Shiro tense.  Maybe it was just that he was so unused to having it directed at him.  At least, not in months.  Years, now.

It was like Matt was trying to figure out how to break some bad news to him.

Keep reading

the fall new show trailers are out, and I have questions

1) how is Young Sheldon one of the sweetest and unproblematic trailers I’ve ever seen??? TBBT is The Actual Worst™ - racist, sexist, homophobic, just all around disgusting (the list could go on) - and yet here we are?????

2) why did it take this long for Elizabeth Gillies to finally get cast as the lead in a show? long overdue after she was the breakout character on Victorious. either way, the Dynasty reboot is a perfect fit - it’s not even my type of show but I know she’s been ready to take this type of role for years

3) Black Lighting looks BOMB AF, so how long is it gonna take the CW to fuck it up like they do every show with POC leads?

4) how ride or die protective am I going to be over Elliot Knight’s character in Life Sentence? alternatively, how long will it take for the CW to write him off so Lucy Hale can have a Bland White Boy love interest? (exhibit A: Supergirl)

5) why are so many new shows (read: the entirety of CBS’ rollout and most of ABC’s) focused on white male leads? ….. oh wait.

Here we go, my long overdue half of trade with @bagropa!  Who wanted V'stalu of the Galaxium Croach, which I took the creative license of making all glowy and shit.  I was going for a mix of a Saint-like figure and Gandalf the White trope lol.  She mentioned flower crowns so I was like halo of galactic flower crown, why the fuck not.

The hand gestures originally were taken from Catholic iconography, but when I looked up what they meant they were a little too religious, so I found some info on orator hand gestures from days of yon.

The Anon Reply Wall (14/?)

I figured the first thing I should do now that my job hours have been reduced is to reply to my long overdue mail…>_< Sorry for the lateness, and here we go!

Thank you so much! I personally love any theory dealing with Groundhog Day or Wishmaster-type curses, so it was really fun to combine the two in this nightmarish reset that worsens every time you wish to be free of it. As they say, be careful what you wish for, for you might get it…

And yeah, Zen :D Jumin’s my forever husbando, but he’s growing on me, that vain man ;)

Thank you so much! *hugs* I’m afraid I did overwork myself, unfortunately, but I should recover my full health in the upcoming weeks^^ I swear, the itch to sit down and write again for hours have been driving me mad in the last few months, so it’s such a relief to get started again! And since Summoning Candyman is drawing to a close, I’ll be able to concentrate more on Sharing Is Caring too! :D

I am, I swear! I’m sorry if you missed the last few posts explaining that I had a new full-time job that took the better part of my waking time until May T_T The good news are, it’s May now, and my hours have been reduced to part time, which means I’ll be able to resume writing now! YAAASSS! Summoning Candyman chap. 8 is already at 25%, so it shouldn’t be too long now :) If you’re interested, you can also follow me on Twitter to have more frequent updates of my writing progress :D

Haha, no worries, I took it as a compliment! ;) I’m very flattered that you found some psych value in my writings, and even more that it left such an impression that you felt compelled to write to me (I’m preening like a peacock, actually XD) <3 I don’t know for others, but for me a big part of what’s drawing me to my own writing is that idea of security through evilness. You never have to doubt his love, for it has grown so strong that it has overruled his self-control and twisted his mind; you can just relax and lose yourself to the pleasure of belonging to him in this dream world he built for you, if that makes sense?  As far as the next chapter of SC goes, my fanfic world is one where the bad ending is the good ending, so as long as you love that too, you’ll be in for a treat:) After all…who would really want to leave Juju?;) 

Thank you so much! I’m glad I was able to make you dream a bit^^ <3

THANK YOU, MY YOUNG PADAWAN! <3 And welcome to hell, we have cookies :D :D :D ~ seriously hop on the train, there’s always place for one more sinner, and it’s suuuuch a wonderful place… ;D 

OMG you made me blush so red (*´∀`*) Thank you for writing such a sweet message! It made so happy to read you binge-read all I wrote! I do solemnly swear I’ll never stop being me, never stop writing my twisted love stories, and share all the sinful kinks with all of you guys. You’re all amazing! *hugs everybody* 

Yes, it will! :D  Chap. 8 is already at 25%, so it shouldn’t be too long now :) If you’re interested, you can also follow me on Twitter to have more frequent updates of my writing progress :D

…and that’s all for now! I return to fic typing…<3

Can we take a moment to talk about KryallaOrchid

Literally everything she writes is an absolute masterpiece, including her new fic Sting !!!!

let me tell you guys, this fanart is looong overdue because I have have so much Tendencies fanart just lying around unfinished, but lord you people need to read that series. And this series. The opportunities for bee related puns are unreal and i am living

ANYWAYS, here you go, and I hope this is at least A LITTLE close because i suck at reading and also visualizing things and just fill in the blanks with incorrect ideas most of the time, but i digress.

TLDR: Bee Adrien is a punk loser and you need to read everything by KryallaOrchid

Special Delivery

can you do an imagine with you giving birth to roman’s baby and dean being with you when your water breaks and he’s frantically looking for roman? thanks! i love your blog!


Roman falls out in the delivery room

“Dean! Would you stop harassing that poor girl?" 

Babies R’ Us was a shopping trip gone mad with my husband’s best friend tagging along. He’s been holding up this newborn onesie to his chest that says, "Mommy Takes All My Crap” with tiny diapers decorated around the caption. I overheard the sales associate laugh uncontrollably when he asked if they carried one in his size. Typical Dean I tell ya! 

“Hey! I’m wardrobe shopping for me and the kid. We’re gonna have matching outfits and take loads of pictures.” Dean observes the onesie, “Then we’ll mail them to everyone for Christmas." 

"Oh! And here I am thinking you were just buying something sexy to put on for Renee?” I smirk with a raised brow. 

Dean looks at me with mock disgust, “She actually prefers me in a bib and Ninja Turtle slippers. Thanks." 

My laugh couldn’t have been any louder, as the sales associate joined in. "Oh how romantic!” I sarcastically clasp my hands together, glaring at him with starry eyes. 

“She’s just jealous that my bro Ro doesn’t wear that for her.” Dean says low to the sales associate. 

“Actually, I prefer your bro naked.” My sheepish grin makes Dean roll his eyes.
He walks over to me and points at my stomach, “And she’s the result of preferring him naked. At least with a bib —”

I pop his shoulder, giggling. “Shut up!" 

"Mrs. Anoa'i?" 

I turn my attention towards another sales associate, Jonathan, that was helping me earlier. "Hi, yes?”

“We have the stroller you were looking for. Would you like us to bring it to your truck when you’re done shopping?”

“Oh God, thank you! Yes please!” I squeal. “I’ve been searching everywhere for that stroller!" 

"Not a problem, ma'am!” He smiles and walks off. 

Dean places his hands on my colossal belly, smoothing his fingertips on the sides. “How long have you been hibernating in there, little piglet? You know you have to show yourself eventually." 

I smile at his nickname for my baby girl. Piglet. He’s already gotten her a plethora of outfits, bottles and a pair of pink shoes that had the cute character from Winnie the Pooh etched on them. Sometimes Joe and I would joke about Dean being more excited to be an uncle than we were to be parents. But one thing for sure, he was damned right about her hibernating. I was now 9 ½ months pregnant, one more week until ten. I didn’t know how far my stomach could stretch to hold my love, but she had no intentions on leaving any time soon. The load was starting to get too heavy for me to even stand for long periods of time. My maternity shirts were overly stretched. I was eating more than my usual preggo appetite, gaining more weight by the week. Joe’s mom would tell me that I’ve made it too cozy for her to leave. "Nana is waiting for you, my dear angel. Come out, already!” She would say to my belly when we’d go over for family evenings. 

As Dean was still talking to her, I had a sudden urge to pee really bad. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for me, but this tingle was a peculiar one. A little strong. 

“Hey, Dean. I have to use the bathroom. Could you pay for the stuff and help them with the stroller?” I grabbed my debit card out of my clutch. 

He takes it, “Gotcha covered.”

I waddle tirelessly to the bathroom, immediately rushing to pull my dress up and damn near collide on the toilet. As the sound of my release pours through the stall, I felt a small contraction follow shortly after. My heart froze mid beat. Blood rushed to my brain in pure shock, as I suddenly felt a little light headed. Once I regained my focus I took a few small breaths, still listening to the liquid seep from my body. Another small, but more intense contraction came through. It seemed that the temperature in the rest room suddenly rose to 80 degrees. Then it hit me. My water broke! 

I quickly got myself together, washing my hands in three seconds and waddling with more speed towards the entrance. As Dean was approaching the same entrance, he stopped in his tracks with a look of alertness. 

“You good?” He quickly assessed me, seeing my right hand cradle my stomach.

 "You remember how to get to St. Marjorie’s right?“ I head towards the truck. 

"Uh, yea. Why what’s wrong?” He immediately ran to my side, helping me into the seat. 

“Piglet’s coming.” I try to catch my breath. 

Instantly, Dean’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Holy shit!” He looked at my belly, “Holy shit!" 

I weakly smile, "Yes, now get your ass in here and drive! We’ll call Joe on the way." 

Dean nods frantically. "Right, okay!”

After speeding into the street, Dean pulls out his cell and puts it to his ear.
“Hey, Ro! You need to pick up the phone bro! Tasha is in labor and we’re headed to the hospital right now!” He spoke to the voicemail. 

A hard contraction caused me to grip the sides of my seat. “Dammit!” I hiss, “he’s at the damn gym.”

A grunt came from Dean as he tried to call Joe again. We both know that when he’s at the gym, his phone is either on airplane mode or he’s ignoring everyone until he’s done. Fortunately, he didn’t have his phone on airplane mode. So if Dean kept calling I’m sure he’d eventually pick up. After the third time trying, he called Lisa, Joe’s mom. 

“Hey, mom. Look, we can’t get a hold to your son to tell him his child is on her way. Could you please ring him in case I don’t get through?” He nods, “Yea! She decided that her mom was taking too long shopping, so she did us both a favor and found a way to get her out of there.” He glanced over at me on a sneaky grin.

“I hate you!” I painfully laugh as another contraction ripped through me. “Calm down, baby girl. We’re almost there.” I calmly say, as I rubbed my belly.

Dean looked at his phone noticing a call coming in, “Okay great! We’ll see you guys there!” He clicked over, “Yo! Get your ass to the hospital now! I’m sure your arms are ripped enough to have more panties thrown at you, but right now there’s a baby coming from the panties you’ve married. So yea, it’s that time Uce!" 

I toss my head back on the head rest, taking deep breaths. My body felt hot, small beads of sweat forming around my neck and my temple. I spotted the hospital only a few seconds away, Dean sped into the ER entrance. He rushed out of the truck, making his way to my side and snatching the door open. 

"WE NEED ASSISTANCE OUT HERE! BABY ON THE WAY!” He yelled to the medical personnel that was passing through the electric doors. “HELP, PLEASE!”

Once a nurse caught site of me bent over from a hard contraction, I was being planted into a wheelchair and Dean was left to park the vehicle and grab my bag. Soon, I was being escorted into a delivery room with the nurse checking my vital signs and heart beat. When I was dressed into my soft pink gown as I requested, my body was carefully laid onto the bed as the contractions slowed for a short time. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. A mild sheet of panic washed over me, as I remembered that Joe wasn’t here yet. I couldn’t do this without him, I needed my husband by my side. He was supposed to be the one driving me to the hospital, but there’s no way he could’ve known I would go into labor today. I’d been so far overdue that we lost our excitement for her delivery weeks ago after her due date had passed. But it’s back now, and I didn’t want him to miss another second of it. After the doctor came in and reassured me that she wouldn’t be far if I needed her, she pointed to the emergency button by my bed. I nodded in response, trying to bring down my heart beat with slow breaths. 

As if on cue, my Samoan giant dashed past my room until Dean grabbed him by his shirt. 

“Uce, she’s in here!” Dean shoved him into my room.

Relief painted his handsome face. “Shit!” He ran over to me, immediately clouding my face with anxious kisses. “Oh my God, Tasha I’m so sorry baby!" 

I wait patiently for him to stop kissing me, rubbing my thumb across his lips. "No, no it’s not your fault, babe. It was a surprise. You’re here now.” I wipe the sweat from his forehead, “That’s all that matters." 

"How are you?” He caressed my face, “Tell me what to do.”

My heart warmed into my cheeks, “Despite the contractions, I’m fine.” I manage to smile, “I just need you to be strong for us." 

He sat in the chair by my bed, bringing himself face to face with my belly. His hand started to caress the top, while he planted kisses around it. I watched him grin, watching her small hand make an imprint that grazed his nose. Whenever she felt him near, she made herself known. Either it was a hand reaching out to him or a series of excited kicks.

"Yes, daddy’s here. Mommy tells me you’re finally ready to see us. Is that true?” He placed the padding of his finger inside of her palm. 

Her hand pushed further into the wall of my side, trying to flex her fingers around his in response.

“We’re ready to see you too.” He spoke softly, “I’m ready to hold you in my arms and never let go. Protect you. Love you with all my heart." 

She curled up into my side, causing me to wince from the shift in my rib. She loved hearing him talk to her. Joe brought his other hand up to massage my rib as always when she curled into that spot. These moments were more than special to me throughout this whole pregnancy. I would get super emotional from seeing that Joe was so delighted to be a Dad, I knew that my baby girl would be so blessed to have him. I could also tell they would be two peas in a pod, she was showing early signs that indeed she’s would be a Daddy’s Girl. Although she would love me dearly, her papa would come first in many occasions. I shake my head and smirk at the thought of him being the favorite parent. 

As I was listening to Joe, my eyes grew heavy. I had been up since this morning and it was now 6:00. I yawned, causing Joe to look up at me. 

He grabbed my hand and kissed it. "Get some sleep, babe. I’ll be right here.”

“Okay.” I yawned again, “I love you.”

“Love you more." 

I felt a swift kick in my side.

"Ow!” I giggle, “Love you too, beautiful." 


Two hours of peaceful dozing was soon ended when I heard a familiar voice radiate the air. It wasn’t until I heard Joe mumble "Mom” that I slowly opened my eyes. 

“Oh my God! Sweetie, I didn’t meant to wake you!” She placed her small hands on his back, rubbing across his shoulders. 

He leaned back in his chair, stretching before pulling her close to his face and kissing her cheek. “How long have y'all been here?" 

"We came shortly after you arrived, but we went for something to eat and came back.” Lisa cast an endearing smile my way, walking over to me and placing a kiss on my forehead. “How are you, darling?”

“I’m fine, thanks. Glad you guys could make it." 

"Of course, we wouldn’t miss this for the world! I’m just so excited she’s finally coming!” Her hand landed on top of my belly, “Your papaw and I have been patiently waiting for you, angel! We just can’t wait to see you!" 

"Mom, please don’t.” Joe chuckled, wrapping his long arm around her small waist. 

Lisa slid two fingers under her glasses to catch the fresh tears. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m just so overwhelmed with joy. My baby boy is finally having his first baby! And it’s a girl!” She wrapped her arms around his head, kissing the top of it. 

He hugged her back, caressing her lower back. “I know mom. I feel the same way." 

"Okay you two cut it out. I don’t need to be more emotional while I’m contracting over here.” I slightly lean to the left from a small pain below. 

Lisa giggles, wiping more tears from her cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart I love you so much and I’m so happy that you’re having my granddaughter.” She releases Joe and plants a kiss on my belly. 

“Love you too, Ms. Lisa.” We hug before she heads towards the door. 

“Okay,” she composes herself, "I’ll leave you two and be waiting in the room with the others. I’ll let them know everything’s fine." 

"Thanks,” Joe and I say in unison. 

I peer down at my husband, "Does it seem to you that everyone else is more excited than we are? Or am I trippin?”

Joe laughs, “Definitely not trippin, babe. I almost feel bad, like I can’t match their excitement." 

Suddenly a strong contraction ripped through me out of no where, causing me to bolt straight up. 

"OH!” I shouted, feeling another contraction follow behind. 

Joe became alert, “Is it time?!" 

I produced shallow breaths as I waited for the next contraction. I frantically nodded, pointing a trembling finger towards the emergency button. He jumped up, pressing the button quickly as he held on to my hand. In record timing, my doctor, Dr. Pamela and two nurses rushed in. One nurse gave Joe his scrubs and head cap to put on in the bathroom across from my bed. The intensity of my contractions were doubling, I felt her shifting from my side and hitting against my rib. The pain was becoming unbearable, as the nurses propped my legs open onto the handles. Dr. Pamela slapped on her gloves, ordering the nurses to check my blood pressure and how far I’d strength so far. 

"She’s now eight centimeters, blood pressure is stable.” Nurse 1 removed her stethoscope from my chest, “Continue breathing, Mrs. Anoa'i, okay?" 

I nod frantically but slam back into the bed, as another contraction occurred. "UUUUGGGHHHH!!!!" 

"Tasha! I’m here!” Joe rushes to my side, clothed in his pink scrubs and cap. “Breathe, baby, breathe!" 

"She’s dilating fast!” I hear a nurse alert Dr. Pamela, who grabs her seat in between my legs. “Mrs. Anoa'i, be ready to push in a minute!" 

"Eleven centimeters!” Nurse 2 called out. 

A heavy pressure circulated my pelvis, as the stretching in my vagina was almost unbearable. I refused to have an epidural, for fear of any chemicals from the shot damaging my little girl. So I decided to endure everything that this delivery was bringing me; crazy right? Joe was counting every 5 seconds for me to breathe in and out, every now and then wiping my forehead with a cold, damp wash cloth. 

“I think she’s ready!” Dr. Pamela announced, “Okay, Tasha when I tell you to push give me everything you’ve got!”

I squeezed Joe’s hand and clutched the mattress with my other hand. “Oh, God!" 


With all my might, I pushed as hard as I could. Feeling a foreign object breach my vagina. I drew in a big breath, arching my back off the bed. 

"Good, good! Now PUSH!”

“Come on, baby! You’re doing good!” He dabbed my face with the cloth. 

I did as I was told, grunting through the pressure weighing on my pelvis. 

“There’s a head!” Nurse 1 peered at me, while rubbing my right leg. “You’re doing great, Tasha!" 

"A head?!” Joe frantically dropped my hand, rushing to Dr. Pamela’s side. His eyes freeze at the site of a bloody, hairy sphere slowly inching out of me. “Holy shit.. That’s her head!" 

Through my intense breathing, I reached out for him to come back to my side but he was rooted to the floor. Unable to take his eyes away, I saw his chest rise at a fast pace. "Oh my God.” He whispered. 

“JOE PLEASE COME BACK!” I pushed again at Dr. Pamela’s bark. 

“Mr. Anoa'i! Your wife needs you!” Nurse 1 tried getting his attention. 

“I.. I can’t belie—”

“SERIOUSLY?!” I grunt on a yell. “GOT DAMN, JOE!”

He passed out… HE PASSED OUT ON ME! I couldn’t freaking believe it! 

“Call someone in here to revive him, ASAP!” Dr. Pamela snapped, tossing a pity look at the 6'3 useless man I married on the cold floor. 

“No, no! Get Dean, his best friend! He’s in the waiting room!” I barely ordered to Nurse 1, through a strained push. “He’ll know how to get him up.”

When the nurse got back into the room, Dean ran behind her; spotting Joe motionless on the floor. 

“Ro, you have got to be kidding me! 

He smacked his face a couple times, before taking a final quick jab to his hard chest. Suddenly, there’s coughing and wheezing coming from Joe who shoved Dean out the way to signal he’s fine. 

"You good, bro? Because in case you need me to refresh your memory, your wife is still in labor and she’s going to beat your ass once this is all over.” Dean stood, helping Joe up to his feet. 

“YOU GOT THAT RIGHT!” I shout, burning holes into Joe as he stumbled back to my side. “WHO TOLD YOU TO LEAVE MY SIDE?”

Joe shook his head, as if gathering his wits. “Sorry, babe. I’m so sorry!” He grabbed my hand, kissing the back of it. “I’m not gonna anywhere, I promise!” He kisses it again.

“Dean’s right. I’m going to beat your ass when this is over.” I say through gritted teeth. 

“We got the head out, 1-2-3-PUSH!” Dr. Pamela ordered. 

I struggled to sit up, while pushing. Joe told Dean to tell the family our girl is coming and Dean dashed out of the room. I pushed again and again and again, until finally I heard a noise that would bring tears to my already stained eyes. The wailing cry of my love echoing through the room, causing my heart to beat faster. She was here. My ray of sunshine was finally here! Dr. Pamela handed her to Nurse 2, who wasted no time in bringing our daughter to me. I reached my arms out, as I clutched her to my chest. 

“Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs Anoa'i!” Dr. Pamela stripped out of her gloves, nodding at the nurses. “I will be back in a few minutes, in the meantime they will take care of y'all.” She padded my knee, “You did so well to say this is your first." 

She grinned at Joe, "Wish I could say the same for this guy, huh?” She slapped him on the arm, and we all chuckled. 

Joe shook his head in mock shame, “Yea, yea laugh it up ladies.” He looked down at our crying angel. “Glad you could join us, beautiful. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Here, you can wipe her face with this.” Nurse 2 smiled, handing me a small cloth. 

“Thank you”, I smile back, wiping the debris from her tiny scrunched face.

As if Joe couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. Her little arms were still moving about until one wet hand landed on my chest; the other grabbed her daddy’s nose. He remained in that position, kissing her continuously until she was somewhat calm under us. When he leaned back up, I saw his face was red and wet from crying. My beautiful husband was at a loss for words, but his tears spoke volumes. I raised my right hand to softly brush the tops of his cheeks, as he sobbed some more. 

“Joseph, come here.” I smiled, bringing his face to me as we shared a long kiss. “I love you so much." 

He sniffs, "Tasha, I don’t think you know how much I love you.” His eyes burned into my soul, “You really don’t have any idea.” His thumb smoothed the edges of my temple, “I finally have my family.”

He looked back down at our darling baby, still crying a little in my arms. “I can’t wait to bring her home.”

“Same here, baby.” I peer down at her, “Same here." 

"Would you like a few more moments before we clean her?” Nurse 1 came forward. 

I soon realized that she was indeed still covered in my fluids and needed to be cleaned. “Oh no, you can take her now." 

She retrieved her from my arms delicately, "We won’t be long. Will we, precious girl?” She rocked the baby, as they made their way to the cleaning table. 

“You did so good, baby. You’ve made me the happiest man alive once again. God, she’s so beautiful!” Joe looked over at the nurses cleaning our bundle of joy. 

“Thank you, my love. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” I sigh in bliss. “We did it, babe." 

"Yes, we did.” His smile was permanent.

“But let that be the LAST time you pass out on me. Got it?” I narrowed my eyes at him, looking as serious as I was tired. 

He kissed my forehead, chuckling. “Loud and clear.”

Lika Kalani Maria Anoa'i
October 3, 2015
9:43 PM
6 lbs, 7 oz

The room couldn’t have gotten any smaller, as our family members from both sides poured in to have their feel of the new edition. I caught site of her dressed in a pink onesie with a baby piglet holding a rattle on the front. The pink and white striped cotton cap that matched, neatly covered her head. Her little hands and feet were covered in matching socks and mittens that matched the outfit. It had ‘Uncle Dean’ written all over it. Immediately, she stole everyone’s hearts. Pictures were taken of her every move, while Lisa sat next to Sika as he sang her a Samoan lullaby. My parents were conversing with Joe, as my mom held my hand. I couldn’t have asked for a better support system. The love being showered over our princess was almost too much to soak in, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. She was blessed into a huge family on both sides that will love her unconditionally and be at her beck & call. I don’t think anything could’ve prepared Joe and me for this moment. We occasionally looked at each other with a renewed love. A love that will be shared nonstop towards our beautiful, darling Lika.

Do you wanna forge the x-blade?
Were not whole just
two parts
Lets go start the keyblade war
Open the door
to reveal kingdom hearts
We used to be one person.
And now we’re not
I wish to be one with you
Do you wanna forge the x-blade?
I know you want to forge the x-blade.

Leave me alone, Vani.

Ill be back.

Do you wanna forge the x-blade?
Would you rather be forced
I think that some fighting is overdue
I’ve started taking it out on the dumb unversed
It gets a little lonely
All these abandoned keys
Just watching the hours tick by
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)

Please, I know you hate me
All your friends are so useless
They say that they have friendship, its just a weakness
Every one of them’s a nuisance
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
Your all going to lose
Do you wanna forge the x-blade?

made this a long while ago but never uploaded it so here it is

Since people are putting up introductory posts, and we’ve gotten a ton of new people in Stella City, I guess I’ll post one too even though I’ve been here a while. Most of the new people won’t know me. So.

I am Nils! Or Wren but mostly I go by Nils. I rp Allen here as well as Cloud Strife, BotW Link, and Roxas. I’m 21, turning 22 on September 1st this year. I use he/him pronouns and am extremely gay. I do a lot of art and play a lot of video games.  

I’m a ridiculously simple person. You can find me here or on any of my other rp blogs or on my rp twitter which is here and my art blog which is here

anonymous asked:

Hello, Keer. I was wondering how do you make your about/navi pop up. Do you have a tutorial? ( Sorry if you already post the link in your updates tab because when I hover it, it not appear ) Thank you in advance. :)

Alright here we go :) This is long overdue so this is what I did:

Paste this code before <style type=“text/css”>

<script type=“text/javascript”
$(document).ready(function() {
$(‘a.poplight[href^=#]’).click(function() {
var popID = $(this).attr('rel’); //Get Popup Name
var popURL = $(this).attr('href’); //Get Popup href to define size
var query= popURL.split(’?’);
var dim= query[1].split(’&’);
var popWidth = dim[0].split(’=’)[1]; //Gets the first query string value
$(’#’ + popID).fadeIn().css({ 'width’: Number( popWidth ) }).prepend(’<a href=“#” class=“close”></a>’);
var popMargTop = ($(’#’ + popID).height() + 80) / 2;
var popMargLeft = ($(’#’ + popID).width() + 80) / 2;
//Apply Margin to Popup
$(’#’ + popID).css({
'margin-top’ : -popMargTop,
'margin-left’ : -popMargLeft
$('body’).append(’<div id=“fade”></div>’);
$(’#fade’).css({'filter’ : 'alpha(opacity=80)’}).fadeIn(); //Fade in the fade layer - .css({'filter’ : 'alpha(opacity=80)’})
return false;
$('a.close, #fade’).live('click’, function() {
$(’#fade , .popup_block’).fadeOut(function() {
$(’#fade, a.close’).remove(); //fade them both out
return false;

Then paste this after <style type=“text/css”> where all your other customizable codes are:

     border:1px solid #eee;/* if you want a solid white pop-up, delete this */
   z-index: 99999;
    -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; /* delete for solid white */
   -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; /* delete for solid white */
   box-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; /* delete for solid white */

*html #fade {position: absolute;}
*html .popup_block {position: absolute;}
#fade {
   background:#000; /* change to #fff for solid white */
   opacity:0.9; /* change to opacity:1; */

Okay this is a bit trickier

There are different types of boxes, so if you want a pop-up ask box, then paste this after </body>

<div id=“box1” class=“popup_block”>
<div style=“font-size:10px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri”>TITLE</div>
<p><iframe frameborder=“0” height=“200” id=“ask_form” src=“” width=“100%”></iframe></p>


If you want an empty box you can edit with About info or whatever, and have some links in the bottom, then paste this right after the previous box

<div id=“box2” class=“popup_block”>
<div style=“font-size:11px;color:#818181;text-align:center;letter-spacing:3px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #a0a0a0;padding-bottom:10px”>TITLE</div>

<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#818181;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”>
<p>This is your content. You can put as many lines of info as you want.</p>


<blockquote>this is a blockquote</blockquote>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#818181;text-align:center;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:calibri;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><p>Content</p>

<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-top:1px solid #a0a0a0;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><p></p><p>
<a href=“/”>Link |</a><a href=“/”> Link |</a><a href=“/”> Link</a>



If you want a box with links in it, then paste this:

<div id=“box3” class=“popup_block”>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/”>Link1</a></div>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/”>Link2</a></div>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/”>Link3</a></div>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/”>Link4</a></div>
<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;border-bottom:1px solid #cccccc;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/”>Link5</a></div>

<div style=“font-size:9px;color:#453220;text-align:center;letter-spacing:4px;font-family:calibri;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;text-transform:uppercase;”><a href=“/hpfamily”>Link6</a></div>


The last step is to update the url of your links. 

Usually when you go to your “Customize” homepage, you can name your links, and then put the url in. So let’s say you have Link 1 with the name “About”. You then paste

#?w=200" rel=“box3” class=“poplight

into the URL bit. You can replace "box3” with whatever you’ve named your box in the previous section. That name is in the first line. You can also edit the width of the box by changing the “w=” value.

And that’s it!

sorry if it’s hard to understand hahah i tried