this little boy man is the best character

the best way i can describe the OA is that it’s a mystical tale about woman who escapes from 7 years of captivity and decides to recruit a bunch of suburban fucked up teen boys + their adorable high school teacher to help her interpretive dance their way into another dimension so she can go and rescue her fellow captives from this terrible man who has been forcing them to have near death experiences over and over for Science 

tldr: scifi odyssey about time/space/afterlife where all the characters form their own weird little families 



Our main main character. Our little smol bean. Our ahoge man. Our hero. Our hope. Happy birthday to Makoto Naegi!


dgraymanweek  || Day 2: Lonely Boy

↳ Option A: Favorite Character: Allen Walker 

Click picture for a little bit of m a g i c

Feb 19th | aquarius | element - water

“Beneath the detached, unemotional exterior lies a kind hearted friend that will go out of their way to help another.” - Best example: Sam.

“Aquarius tend to be rebels just for the sake of having their own way.” - Yeah and he should stop trying to proove anything.

“Aquarius are unemotional.” - fgs YES!! Lil sociopath.

“The aquarius man is all about intellectual stimulation. You can be the prettiest girl in the world but if you do not stir his mind, he won’t bother.” - Yeah, bc he is gay.

“They welcome change because boredom is their enemy.” - His hair.

“Aquarius are filled with paradoxes.” - Hell YES!

“You must be able to stimulate their minds, engage in a friendly, witty verbal battle but do not expect to come to any conclusions.” - Thats why Dany got him.

“Sex to an Aquarius is a fun thing.” - Don´t know about this one. You should ask Dany. He knows best.

Two preccious years with my bb!!!! ♥♥ I still love him so so so so much!!!! Best thing I ever created SRLY!! ♥♥♥

strawberrybunny4341  asked:

Henry danger for the Fandom thing?

You always give me Henry Danger, and I LOVE that! Thank you, darling! :)

  • favorite male character(s): HENRY MY BOI!!!
  • favorite female character(s): Charlotte!
  • least favorite character(s): There’s nobody I really truly dislike…
  • best looking character(s): This is such an awkward question since most of them are my little baby children…lol Captain Man I suppose
  • funniest character(s): Henry, for sure.
  • favorite season(s): The current season we’re in now!
  • favorite ship(s): I like Chenry and Jasper and Henry, and I like the idea of all three of them together too, honestly.

Leave a fandom in my ask and I’ll tell you…

You know sometimes it just hits me when I sit there and watch an episode and realize that as crazy as it is, in some way I fell in love with a fictional character. A fictional character called Dean Winchester. A little boy trapped in a grown man’s body. A guy with a heart of gold but with no sense of self worth at all. A man who fights for the one he loves with everything he got, but always feels like failing just about everybody. Dean Winchester, big brother, best friend, the righteous man, Michael’s vessel, functioning alcoholic, food enthusiast and about a billion other things. And all it took for me to fall for him was for him to be a mere shadow stumbling through the dark looking for a beer, saying “Easy tiger”. Scruff, freckles, his eyes the colour of hope. Lines on his forehead, wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles, body and soul marred with scars. Not perfect, but beautiful exactly because of that. I have never intended to feel this way about a character. Hell, I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this stongly about a character before “Supernatural”. And I know a good deal of this is due to the depth Jensen brings to the character, the layers, all the subtle gestures and expressions that make Dean so real, so relatable. Thank god, he finally received at least a PCA for his craft, because hot damn, my life would miss a whole lot if there wasn’t a certain character called Dean Winchester. And yes, I am fully aware how crazy this sounds. But you know what, I don’t give a fuck. Won’t ever feel ashamed for the things that I love.

The Big Day

Title: The Big Day
Rating: PG (Mild Language)
Characters/Pairings: Roman Reigns/OC, Dean Ambrose/Renee Young
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this small piece of fiction. All recognizable names belong to their respective owners.
Summary: The best man always gives the groom a little speech before he says I Do. It turns out to be a big day for the both of them.

-The Big Day-

“Alright boys, disperse! This shindig goes down in a half hour and the best man needs to have a little chit-chat with the man of the hour…” Dean’s face lit up, watching the other groomsmen look over at him as he came through the door. Matt Anoa'i, Jimmy and Jey Uso as well as Seth Rollins all gave the groom a final hug and a handshake before filing out past Ambrose to help user in guests as they arrived to the resort.

“Should I sit down for this?” Roman laughed, watching Dean walk toward him. Both men were dressed in crisp suits and ties, not a hair out of place. Dean motioned for two chairs next to huge bay windows, dark blue Atlantic Ocean as far as the eye could see in either aerial direction.

“Yeah, you probably should. I’m about to go all emotional best friend–best man on you.” They share a hearty laugh as they both take a seat. Looking down from the window you could see the wedding grounds on the back lawn of the Oceanside resort. White chairs lined in rows on either side of the isle covered in fuchsia colored rose petals. The warm, early morning south Florida sun beamed brightly.

Roman leaned over with his elbows on his knees as he waited for the first of Dean’s many speeches for his big day. Ambrose may not have very many serious bones in his body and was usually the one making everyone laugh but when it came down to it, he could move mountains with his words when they truly came from his heart.

“Dude, when I woke up this morning and realized today was the day, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. I can’t believe after all that skirt we chased you’re finally settling down with one woman..” Roman smiled, watching the guests start to file out to their seats as the movement caught his light gray eyes.

“So your big opening statement is reminding me how much of manwhore I was? All of a sudden I’m not so sure I want you to make that speech at the reception later…” Dean thumped him in the arm with his fist in response.

“Shut up man, I’d never say shit like that in front of your family. You’ve got half the damn Isle of Samoa down there… But seriously man, I just never saw you as the guy that would take the plunge is all. Hell, I never thought I’d have a girlfriend either but I wouldn’t trade Renee for the world. And I know you wouldn’t trade [Y/N] either. I’ve watched you grow into an even better man than I thought you were these last two and a half years because of her. She brings out the best in you.”

Roman looked Dean square in the eye, seeing the emotion there. It was rare for him to get on this level but today was a special occasion and he wanted to make sure his best friend knew exactly how he felt and that he had his blessing before saying I Do.

“When I went to check on Renee a few minutes ago I saw her…” He paused, putting his hand on Roman’s shoulder giving it a squeeze. “Dude never in a million years could you imagine how stunning she looks today. You’re going to lose your mind when she comes down that isle, I promise you that.” Roman’s smile turned into a giddy grin as he tried to picture seeing his beautiful bride for the first time as she walked down the isle to become his wife.

“I have no doubt she looks gorgeous man, she always does. Not to mention she’s been worrying over everything for the last six months…” Roman licked his lips and shifted in his seat. The anticipation was starting to build as he felt the tightening in his chest increase. He couldn’t believe the day was finally here either. Dean shook his head, knowing Roman didn’t fully understand what he was referring to.

“It isn’t that. It isn’t the dress, the hair, the shoes or the make-up. She’s a knockout man, anyone with eyes could see that from miles away. But today is different. Today is her wedding day. She hasn’t just been planning this for only six months, she’s been dreaming about this day since she was a little kid. Marrying you today will become the greatest day of her life. Every bit of emotion and love that she feels for you, you can see it on her face–in her eyes. That’s what stunned me. I could visible see it all.”

“I hope you can see that in me too..” Roman started, letting Dean’s words sink in. “I know we wrote our own vows and I know how good you and Seth thought they were when I read them last night but I still don’t think I’ve done justice. How are you supposed to put into words what your feel inside for the love of your life? Your soul mate?”

“Rome, don’t worry. Those vows are going to have every female in the joint reaching for the Kleenex. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are today. And I know as you start your lives together that will only continue. You and [Y/N] deserve all the happiness in the world…” Dean paused, running a shaky hand through his dirty blond hair. “As for knowing how to tell the love of your life what you feel inside, I’ll let you know.”

Roman eyed him, his eyebrows coming together at the tone he switched to. “What? You’ve got something up your sleeve Ambrose.. I can sense it.” Dean laughed.

“I’m going to ask Renee to marry me.” At first Roman thought he was kidding, honestly. Since he was getting married today, Ambrose was going to try to…

Roman saw that tell-tell gleam in Dean’s eye and the way he nervously began to shift in his seat now that he’d dropped this bombshell.

He wasn’t kidding.

“You’re serious?” Roman asked as he tightened the slick bun that his hair was tied up in.

“Oh I am, Uce…” Dean paused, smiling so big his dimples hurt. Roman looked at him, eyeing him again as his mouth fell open in shock. He never thought Dean would ever find the one even though Roman told him all the time how Renee was perfect for him.

“Seriously dude? You’re going to ask her? You bought a ring?” Roman questioned, still unable to wrap his mind around the fact that Dean definitely wasn’t kidding and actually planned to settle down just like Roman was doing today.

“Yeah, bro. I bought it last weekend during that sting of shows we did in New York. The more I thought about your wedding and the happier I saw [Y/N] get the closer we came to today I just.. I don’t know. I just feel like Renee is the one. Sometimes I feel like I’ve lost my mind but then I see her and I just know…”

“When are you going to ask her?” Roman asked, thankful that the spotlight was off him if only for a moment. It was helping to calm his own nerves seeing as he was about to give someone else his last name in a matter of minutes.

“Well…” Dean rubbed a hand across the stubble on his chin. “I was thinking about asking her at the end of my Best Man speech during your reception.. If you think that would be okay with [Y/N]. I don’t want her to think I’m trying to steal her thunder or anything…”

“No,” Roman chuckled, grinning at his best friend. “That’s her best friend. I think she’ll be just as excited and happy as Renee is going to be when you get down on one knee…” Roman paused, shaking his head. “Holy shit man, I never thought I’d see this day. We’re hanging up our bachelor boots and will be off the market for good!”

“I know man, can’t believe this old tag-team has finally met their match. Speaking of your match, the main event of your life is about to start,” Dean told him, standing up with Roman. They stared at each other a moment longer before hugging tightly like the brothers that they felt they truly were. Pulling back Dean adjusted Roman’s tie and dusted off the shoulders of his suit. “Let’s go give this little lady a last name she can’t pronounce.” Roman laughed, shaking his head as she followed Dean out the door and down to his wedding ceremony.


Back when I was just a wee little me there was a thing on YouTube were people took screenshots or cartoon characters and added music that they thought the characters would listen too. 

Point is: I am really old and I made this to honour the memory that that happend. 

Fall Out Boy - Centuries (x)

TV on the Radio - DLZ (x)

Kongos - I’m only joking (x)

[Click on the image for the lyric I thought fitted best with each character]

Guess who watched the Season 6 premiere…. I DIIIID! And BOY was it good; I honestly think it’s one of the best premiers to date! So much character development, so much neigh, so much friendship, and some worldbuilding to boot! Oh man, do I have some headcanon coming up. C:< But no really I really enjoyed the premiere; the characters were of course great, especially the new ones. I’ve always been neutral to Starlight but this episode has helped me like her a little more, Flurry Heart’s so freakin’ cute, and SUNBURST OH MAN. Such a cutie. I love his personality and design. ;_;

So to celebrate the arrival of the new season here’s another pair of headshots from my Portrait Series, featuring Sunburst and Starlight Glimmer! I’m not gonna lie… I kinda ship it. :I

Once again, worked with Watercolors, a black Sharpie, and White Acrylics on mixed-media paper. Both took about 2 hours each, and so much fun to paint! My scanner kinda faded the color on Sunburst but that’s okay. :3

Feel free to ask me any questions if you have any. And I hope you guys like them! ^.^











Dear 14-year-old Mary,

You know how you feel like you relate a little too much to the characters in those gay fan-fictions you and your cousin read? Yeah well, that’s because you’re right. You are a gay man, and it’s gonna take you a while to accept it. But when you do, it’s gonna be the best thing ever.

When your second serious boyfriend lets you be the “boy” in the relationship it’s gonna be the most bizarre and wonderful thing that has ever happened to you. When you look back, it is going to make so much sense to you when he too comes out as Bi.

When you cut your hair short for the first time it will be well after high school and you’re going to wonder why it took you so long to do it in the first place. You will never have long hair again.

You don’t start out as transgender right away and go through a few identities before realizing you are a boy. For a while, you will dress the most feminine you have in your entire life. People will hold this against you but don’t let them. Boys can wear dresses too and even as a man, you still love flowers and thigh high socks.

When the pretty boy you work with tells you no one will ever like you unless you are girly with long hair, don’t believe him. He’s no good for you and years after you’ve come out and socially transitioned, he will still call you by your dead name. Don’t let him break your heart.

Your brother both takes to your new name right away, and he is the most supportive person you could ever ask for in a sibling. Tell him everything. He will be the one that will be there for you the most.

Your sister isn’t going to accept you right away, and after she calls you an abomination, things between you are going to be strained to say the least. But go to her wedding anyway because being there for her is what sets the two of you apart. Plus you and your boyfriend looks awesome in matching suits (although you sister does fail to get one decent picture of you.)

Your Mom couldn’t care less whether you are a boy or a girl. So take it with some grace that she’s too wrapped up in herself to understand your struggle. Help her if you can, but make sure to help yourself first.

You’re still working on your Dad. Even two years into socially transitioning and a few months from starting hormones (yeah, you want to start Testosterone, and get chest surgery too!) he still doesn’t know your chosen name. But you know that no matter what happens, he will love you. Don’t be scared.

At 22 you have a loving partner, and you are living with him and your brother; you have graduated from college, and have 2 jobs in your field. Everything is getting better and you are shaping up to be a fine young man. Please don’t think the darkness is going to last forever; things get very rough and you get very scared and sad but just hold on. It’s amazing where you are now.

I Love You, Don’t Give Up,

With Love,

Maxwell (That’s You!)

There’s More To It All - Part 4: Nerd Alert

Warnings: Language. Maybe a little bit of sexual tension?

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader, Best Friend!Sam, Best Friend!Dean

Part 1 - Confessions

Part 2 - Revelations

Part 3 - Catching Up

Part 4 - Nerd Alert

Links: tumblr | | AO3

Chapter Summary: Set between S10E16 “Paint it Black” and S10E17 “Inside Man.” Y/N moves in with the Winchester boys to the Men of Letters bunker. 

Sam had described the place as a hole in the wall. Dean hadcalled it the “Batcave.” When Y/N walked into the bunker, it was late night –or very early in the morning, and all she cared about was being pointed to abed for the night. She ended up falling flat on her face, and she wascompletely knocked out the moment she hit the bed.

Outside, Dean lingered in front of Y/N’s closed door. Had he done the right thing, dragging her into his life, when he was at his worst? When he really thought about it, would there ever be a right time in his life? Every single day that passed was just another nightmare greater than the last.

“I’m gonna crash too,” Sam announced, and disappeared down the hallway to his room. His thoughts were plaguing him as well. The only thing he could think about was saving Dean. He had to find a way. Deep down, he knew that bringing Y/N into all of this was not the wisest move, especially for her. He was putting her life at risk, but he was desperate. A desperate man could be compelled to do things he never thought he would do. He prayed Castiel would come through with something, some way to save Dean from the Mark, and himself.

Almost as if he heard the very prayer, Castiel’s name lit up on Sam’s phone with an intense vibration. He glanced down the hallway to see that Dean had already adjourned to his room. Feeling safe from being overheard, he answered. “Cas, tell me you have something.”

“I might,” he said, and Sam heard the hesitation in his voice. “But you are not going to like it.”

The water pressure is freaking amazing, Y/N thought as she let the water pour all over her. After months and month of cheap accommodation, in both the states and Europe, genuinely clean sheets, and decent water pressure in a mold-free bathroom felt like absolute heaven. Her mind wanted to linger, and indulge just a little bit more but she stepped out of the shower and hurriedly dressed.

She chose a simple worn out t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Unlike Sam and Dean, an overload of plaid and three layers of shirts were definitely not her thing. Her entire wardrobe, whatever meager things she kept close, was very black. She liked the shade a little too much. It was just a perfect colour, she felt comfortable in it, it was non-descript, and she could blend into the dark as easy as a shadow.

Excited to finally get a good look at this bunker the boys had gushed about, she opened the door, only to find Dean ready to knock on it. “Hi,” he said blinking down at her. He brought his hand down to rest by his side, and Y/N wasn’t certain but she thought she saw a slight tint of red creep up to his face. He cleared his throat. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” she told him, mustering up a smile. She wanted to ask him the same, but the slight shadows under his eyes told her that he probably hadn’t.

In an unexpected move, he took hold of her hand, and gently pulled her with him. “Come on. There’s something I have to show you.” The smile he threw at her was unexpected too, that she forgot they weren’t supposed to be this familiar with each other. He wasn’t supposed to touch her like they’ve always known each other, right? It’s been twenty years since she last saw him! Except, all of a sudden, it didn’t feel like twenty years had passed between them. In her mind, this thirty-something man was replaced by the boy she had known and loved, always excited about showing her something, whether it was a shot gun he’d made on his own or an EMF meter he mustered up from a busted walkman.

He pulled her down the hallway, and as she hurried to keep up with his long strides, she vaguely saw a number of rooms lining up the corridor. Then they were in an open area. “Oh my god,” Y/N gasped in awe. Dean couldn’t hold back the grin as he watched her take it all in.

The tables were probably made of the finest type of wood. The lighting bounced off perfectly on ancient samurai swords and a multitude of shining weapons on flamboyant display. The sigils on the floor and even the ceiling were done to perfection with evident craftsmanship. Y/N only had eyes for the large bookcases with lines and lines of books arranged in the shelves. The Men of Letters bunker had a library she would kill for.

“This is freaking unbelievable,” she mumbled, twirling around, and letting her eyes take it in.

“Over 2000 years’ research of all things supernatural gathered by anyone ever,” he said gesturing to the library, “is right here in this place.”

“No way!” she shrieked.

“Yes way!” Dean laughed deep in throat.

She picked up a random book off a nearby shelf. She opened it up and placed the frayed pages in front of her face, taking a good healthy sniff. “This smells like heaven,” she breathed.

“You haven’t changed one bit, have you?” he said, and Y/N turned to him to find that he was grinning at her like the little mischievous boy she remembered.

The smell of books was always a source of comfort for her, and that was probably why the town’s library had become her sanctuary. Her favorite place though was the Members Only section, simply because no one really came there. It was her own slice of heaven away from the rest of the world. She had to show it to Dean. That was how Dean Winchester found himself in an actual library, leaning against a shelf with a look of utter boredom on his face.


“What are we doing here again?” he asked, watching her run her fingertips across the spines of bounded volumes of whatever they were. She shushed him. He looked around, and chanced upon the sign saying this was a restricted area. “We aren’t even supposed to be here, are we?”


She scoffed dismissively. “And when has rules ever stopped you, Winchester?”


“True,” he chuckled mostly to himself, simply because Y/N was in her own little bubble, sniffing away at pages.


The shuffling of footsteps made them both glance up in alertness. She quickly grabbed him and squeezed themselves between two shelves, out of direct line of sight. She laid a finger to her lips, wordlessly telling him to keep quiet.


It was a tight fit in the little nook, and Dean’s firm chest was pressed against hers. He could feel everything that was womanly about her, so soft next to him. His scent and presence invaded her nostrils and her mind. He smelled better than the best scent of a book. His hand rested right next to her face, gently holding on to the bookcase, barely touching.


The librarian walked past them and then she left that room, moving on to other parts of the building.


“I think we are clear,” Dean announced in a whisper. His eyes bore into hers, and for the life of her, she couldn’t look away. The crystal jade of his eyes could capture her mind, and her heart, too swiftly if she wasn’t careful. Her eyes dropped to his full lips. The proximity must have been driving her insane, for she had the sudden impulsive urge to press her own to his. “I think we are clear, Y/N,” he repeated, just a little louder.


Her eyes rushed back to his, and the embarrassment on behalf of her evidently unreturned wayward thoughts made her push him away. “Idiot,” she mumbled. “Come on. Let’s go home.”


Dean couldn’t understand her sudden shift in mood. All he knew was that if they had stayed there, pressed against each other, feeling her breasts against him, taking her fruity heady scent to his head, just a little longer, he wouldn’t have been able to hide what was in his pants. Stupid hormones, he cursed to himself, and pushed away from the bookshelf to follow her out.


A book dropped with a loud thud. His eyes met her widened ones. There was no way that the stuffy librarian had not heard that. “You are such an idiot, Dean,” she said, and a sudden giggle escaped her lips watching his obvious childish regret. She grabbed his hand and rushed out the building, still giggling and laughing. He was laughing too. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately with her around.

When Sam walked into the library with his hopelessly healthy egg white omelet in hand, the sight that greeted him had him slightly staring. Dean was grinning like a little idiot. He hadn’t seen that in a long while. Seeing the cause admiring the library and sticking her nose into a book, whatever doubts he had of involving Y/N in his mission to save Dean evaporated.

When his brother mumbled something about getting a shower and left Sam alone with Y/N, he thought it best to tell her of what he had planned. “I’m going to watch a boring French movie tomorrow. At least that’s what I’d be telling Dean.”

Y/N stuffed her hands in her pocket, and watched him sit down in front of his laptop. “And where will you be really going?”

“Remember that scribe of God who almost destroyed Heaven?” Sam asked. Upon Y/N’s affirmative nod, he continued. “Castiel and I are going to find a way to get him to talk. He knows something about the Mark. I feel it.”

“Castiel would be the angel in love with you two, right?”

Sam chuckled. “He would have a field day with you.” Y/N raised a brow at his insinuated insult. “He’s awkward around humans. Especially sassy women,” he said as an explanation. Then his expressions turned grave. “Worse come to worst, we’d have to bust Metatron out.” Y/N wanted to protest but Sam said, “I know, alright? It’s the worst plan out there…but right now, it’s all I have. I have to do something, Y/N!”

She laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know, Sammy. I know.” Then trying to elevate the mood at least a bit, she said, “While you’re gone, I’ll make sure to keep Dean out of trouble.”

He smiled back at her. “Thanks for being here, Y/N. I mean it. I don’t know if you can see it, but he seems better already with you around.”

The guttural screams of anguish and endless pain that reverberated off the bunker’s walls told them both that Dean wasn’t doing better. He wasn’t better at all. In fact, he was getting worse.

Part 5 - Inner Demons