this one breaks my brain


Swipe Right for Trickster

Originally posted by spnfans

Gabriel x Reader
Family!Sam and Dean Winchester x Reader
Words: 1892

Drabble Gabriel uses his powers to hi-jack your Tinder/dating app when you ignore him. If you’re not used to these kind of apps swiping Left = No and Right = Yes.

I honestly have no idea where this idea came from but it wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.

As a Winchester having a sex life wasn’t too hard, if you asked your twin brother Sam the hardest part was keeping them alive afterwards. If you ever teased him about it he’d put your phone and books as high as he could get them and remind you mercilessly that he was five minutes and twenty-nine seconds older.
Dean never had any issues attracting someone to keep him entertained for a while and you’d always turned heads in the towns you visited but you were slightly more choosey than your oldest brother. You could hear Gabriel laughing down the hallway in the bunker and rolled your eyes. If it wasn’t for Gabriel you wouldn’t have your current problem. Before Lucifer ‘killed’ him, the pair of you had been, what you could only describe as, heading towards a relationship. There had been a lot for you to get over, him repeatedly killing Dean and Sam holding onto his hatred of the Archangel were to name just a few of your hurdles.

It had started, as most situations involving Winchester’s do, with alcohol. You’d stormed out to the nearest bar after a raging argument with your brothers, they knew that you were just as strong as them and just as intelligent as your twin but they still tried to keep you out of hunts after all these years. Maybe it was the fact that it was a particularly hard hunt or that you’d not slept in two days but you finally snapped and called them out on their ridiculous sexist bullshit.
They had taught you how to hunt after all and your Dad had never had an issue with it, he was often secretly proud of your capabilities but John Winchester had never been the type to dish out compliments.
So that’s how you ended up at the bar and on your third double vodka when Gabriel realised that it actually was you. He didn’t come over, he watched you all night until you got so drunk that you couldn’t speak, though you still managed to break a creep’s nose, and he dropped you back safely at the hotel room you were at and you woke up with no memory of seeing him.

It was a routine that continued across the country while your family hunted, the toll of finding out they were going to be Vessel’s made your brothers hard to be around, going out for a drink gave you time to reset. Each time you got to varying states of drunk, most of the time you had very amusing conversations with Gabriel, once he even took you to TV land, and then he’d take you back to where you were staying and you’d have no recollection of ever seeing him.
Eventually Gabriel got bored of you not understanding your own inside drunk jokes when you and your brothers saw him sober so he used his grace to get you to remember all of the times he’d taken you home drunk.
It solidified a bond of instant trust that only your drunk self knew existed.

Gabriel came to hang out with you more and more and eventually you settled into a ‘Friends with Benefits’ situation which was working wonderfully, he even ramped up his flirting with you in front of your brothers.
He asked you out on an honest real date the morning before Lucifer killed him.

It had taken you so long to get through the grieving process, you had had to deal with everything that happened with your brothers and Adam and the final showdown. Each and every hunt or drink you had pushed down the sadness further. Eventually you got your brothers and Castiel back, they tried not to be too angry about your lying to them but Dean especially couldn’t control his hatred for the Archangel when he had to comfort his crying baby sister.

But it was Sam who got the first punch when Gabriel came back, he’d knocked on the bunker door and when Dean and Sam opened he greeted them with a bright smile and was greeted in return with Sam’s fist to his jaw.
Your brother’s didn’t let him stay as a show of solidarity with you but you told them simply that  you didn’t care what he did and that’s when Gabriel had realised how bad he’d fucked up.

You could accept him having to fake his death but you’d hidden your whole relationship, surely he should have trusted you to have hidden the truth?
It had been a few weeks now and you’d still not spoken or acknowledged him, not one utterance or glance thrown his way. Even Sam and Dean had warmed to the point of being indifferent to him. He’d done everything to get your attention and if anything it had hardened your heart further to his advances.

So now that you were sat on your bed on Tinder, swiping left to every guy whose face came up, you ignored the knock on the door. You ignored when they knocked again.
After a moment the door opened and Gabriel popped his head in and grinned, “Hey we’re going to have a Dr Sexy marathon, you in?”
You shook your head.

Gabriel sighed and stepped further into the room, he looked at you with a sadness you didn’t think possible on his usual happy features, “Are you ever going to speak to me again?”
With a sigh you sat up a bit straighter and threw your phone a bit so that it landed face up on the bed. Gabriel’s eyes followed it and this time he didn’t wait to see if you would speak to him.
“Are you serious?” Gabriel snapped at you, his eyes glowing with anger.
Finally, after all this time you spoke to him and he didn’t like it, “Gabriel you get no say in my life anymore. Get out my room.”

He did leave and slammed the door shut. He stormed into the TV room, his eyes glowing and evil thoughts about how best to destroy your phone storming through his head.
“You can’t have expected her to forgive you Gabriel.” Castiel chimed in his opinion and the Archangel gave him a horrible glare for his troubles, the sneaky mind reading fledgling.
“What’s this?” Sam asked and Dean just looked annoyed at more delays stopping his program.
“Your sister is on a dating app looking for guys!” Gabriel snapped and threw his hands up childishly.
They both pulled a face not waiting to hear about their sister’s sex life.

“Can’t see why she’s not falling all over you when you’ve just turned into a whiny bitch.” Dean grumbled and flicked the remote for Dr Sexy to play, the symbol for all conversation to stop. Gabriel dropped himself down on the couch with his arms crossed, he hated to admit it but Dean had a point, you fell hard for Gabriel when he was just being himself and making you laugh. All this whining and apologising was not doing him any favours.

With an evil smirk he used his grace to start his cunning plan.


After Gabriel’s little tantrum you’d considered ignoring your app for a while but you refused to let the angel upset you anymore, not after you had taken this long to accept everything that had happened.

You continued to swipe life through your options until one grin stopped you.


You narrowed your eyes at your phone screen and clicked on the profile, it said simply:
Gabriel – only on here to get Y/N Winchester’s attention. Text me.

You rolled your eyes and swiped his profile left to cancel him only for another picture of him to show up. You swiped left through that for another Gabriel to show up. You growled to yourself and quickly swiped left through all of them only to find more and more Gabriel’s appearing.
But you didn’t close the app, through your anger you felt something that you hadn’t in a long time – amusement.
He’d set up some of his profiles to have one word on them so that when you swiped to them it spelt out little sentences like: You – were – a – lot – easier – to –deal – with – drunk.
If – Sam – is – really – your – twin – why – are – you – so - small?
And finally,
I – literally – have – nothing – better – to – do – than - this.

You couldn’t stop the grin on your face even if you wanted to; this is what you missed about Gabriel. Your messed up, sugar craving Archangel who always made you smile and for a moment let you forget your massively fucked up life.
Another Gabriel picture popped up, this time he wasn’t doing a silly pose or dressed in a weird costume but it was a picture you remembered him taking. It was the both of you lay in bed with the covers pulled up to hide your modesty, both of you were smiling up at the camera, he had it saved as his phone screensaver ever since and one more than one occasion had left his phone out hoping your brothers would see before they knew that you two were an item.

You opened up the profile and read it: Swipe right for your Trickster, you know you want too ;)

You shook your head laughing and swiped the profile right.

The flutter of feathers behind you was almost instant and Gabriel whined from behind you, “Awwhh, I had loads more pictures ready.”
“And I’m sure you’ll still show them to me.” You joked as you turned to face him but swore loudly and almost jumped back off of the bed when you found that him right next to you on the bed.
“Fucking hell Gabe.” You swore at him as he laughed and caught your arms to keep you on the bed. When you were steady he didn’t release you, he just sat holding you too him and you realised it was first physical contact that you’d have since he’d come back ‘from the dead’.
“You’re such a softie.” You teased and he playfully pinched the back of your arm but he didn’t release you but simply pulled you both so that you were lay down on the bed with your head rested on his chest.
You lay that way for a long time.

Being cuddled back up to him again, after all this time made your stomach flip, you pushed your face into his chest and tried to hold back the sob in your throat. His hands gently brushed through your hair in an attempt to calm you.
“I missed you.” You admitted and cured how upset you sounded. He didn’t comment on your sudden change in mood, it had taken time but he understood now just how much you’d had to go through alone after he was ‘killed’.
He continued to play with your hair and rub you back as he mumbled, “I’m here now.”

As always any feedback is appreciated <3 

Even with medical diagnoses and an actual disability check every month my brain keeps telling me I’m not disabled and should be able to do things able bodied people can do.

Or that I’m doing it for attention or something.

Like I have pretty limited movement in my hips from breaking one side and arthritis and chronic pain and my fucking brain is like “this is normal. Everyone deals with this. You’re just a baby”

My doctor nearly shat himself when he asked me what hurt and how much. Because I said “most joints and the usual amount”.

There is no “usual amount” of pain. That fact wasn’t brought to my attention until I was 25 and had already gone through most of my life with daily pain.

anonymous asked:

What do your parents think of your passion for languages and the fact that you know so many? Have you even been in a real life situation where your knowledge has come in handy? Do you think you have a talent/facility for languages, and has this manifested since you were little?

My dad doesn’t even know my favourite colour so i doubt he knows how many languages i know. However, when i tried to learn Korean 4 years ago, he told to the entire neighbourhood that i learn Korean! Even people across the street that i have no idea who they are stopped and asked me how my Korean studies are. So i assume he’s proud, especially when i asked him to come with me and take my Cambridge certificate. (now i assume this because after we went at my grandma and all the officers who worked that day at the east-nord border between Romania and Rep. Moldova had to listen to my dad showing off that i passed the CAE exam). And my mom is also proud somehow but her favourite line is “you’ll go insane with so many languages, didn’t your brain break already?”.

One of my mom’s friends came from Italy with her family and her husband couldn’t speak Romanian. However, he was very interested in my person because i was trying to talk to him in French and some broken Italian. So that was pretty handy because if it wasn’t for him, my dinner would have been boring. (Also, after 1 hour of broken Italian and French, he told me he knows English so we kept talking in English after). Pretty handy skills if you ask me. That and when my dad can’t understand something at the computer and i have to be a translator.

I was one of the worst students until 8th grade when it came to languages. I said once when i was 5 that i want to master Chinese and i picked up some Russian words without realizing when i was around 6 but my “talent” for languages stopped there. Now i can learn faster and it’s easier but mostly because i learned how to learned and i learned how my mind works. I also have a passion for languages now and that helps me a lot when i want to study because i don’t feel like i have tasks to do, i quite enjoy spending hours with grammar and vocabulary. After a while it’s quite relaxing. ^^

Into The Criminal Mind (Part 1)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Trigger Warnings: Language, vague descriptions of violence

Word Count: 2110

A/N: This was written for Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge aka @thing-you-do-with-that-thing . My topic was Criminal Minds a shared favorite TV show of ours. This is only part 1 of a series, so trust me when I saw there is more planned. Well, in my head anyway. I still need to write it out on paper but there is a plot coming. Also, I made up the creature in the beginning. I couldn’t find a real myth that fitted what I wanted so I made one up. What are you gonna do? Sue me lol. Hope y’all enjoy.

Summary: You and the guys are in danger. The reason for it, you’re not exactly sure. Cas comes to warn you and transports you to another dimension. However, this dimension doesn’t have monsters, but it does have a serial killer on the loose. With Sam missing and you and Dean in FBI mode, you help the BAU track down this killer. When you become a target and Sammy’s whereabouts connected to the killer, what will Dean do to save the love of his life and protect his brother? Will Cas make it back to get you in time?

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Behind The Story - Pt. 14

Summary: The reader is Jensen’s girlfriend (fiancé) and also a cast member of the show. Discover their journey to parent hood and marriage as they go.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 2K

Warnings: Implied Smut.


A/N: Another NerdHQ part, hope y’all like this one.



“I have a friend too,” Jensen mumbled, “She-”

As soon the audience heard the pronoun, everyone started to scream and cheer. You laughed at Jensen’s own way to announce you. Currently standing backstage of NerdHQ with Misha and Shay who’s your new assistant.

“She’s a friend but she’s more than a friend, y’ know?” Jensen said.

“Who is she?” Zach asked rolling away with it.

You looked at the screen projecting Jared, Jensen and Zach on stage.

Jensen smiled and spoke a weird Italian accent, “She’s ma’ babe.”

In that moment the door sliding wide open revealing you to the audience. You strolled in, smiling and waving at the everybody. Jensen, Jared and Zach stood up from their seats to greet you. After hugging Zach and Jared, you hugged and kissed Jensen quickly on the lips, then sat down next to him.

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anonymous asked:

I've been trying to figure out how the heck no one would know any details about the dragonic kingdom(s..?) and I wonder, since they feared Acnologia so much that Irene(Eileen?) was brutalised out of fear that she'd end up like him, maybe the historical records were destroyed? Or maybe there weren't many written records since dragons are, well, dragons and are supposed to live for a long time. Either that or no one cares even the slightest bit about history. It's FT, could be either one really

Yeah, I’ve been breaking my brain over that one as well. It’s super interesting that no-one knows about Dragnof Kingdom or had any idea about it, because it’s… full of dragon architecture, and… no-one ever found any ruins? Nothing? No remnant of that culture whatsoever?

I do have a minor theory that’s absolutely not true, but Warren said way back when that Acnologia had destroyed a nation - I wonder if Acnologia had devastated the country that humans and dragons co-existed in, leaving absolutely no physical trace of what had happened? Add in that the countries in Fairy Tail seem rather distanced from each other (re: how much they communicate) and you could have an unintentional coverup. (it’s not true because I refuse to believe Mashima had planned for Dragnof Kingdom by Tenrou, but it’s an interesting thought.)

If there was a purge of information, I’d like to know why. @Mashima COME ON 


My boss entries for the KIMO KIMO cup contest held at the Mighty No. 9 forums, the guideline was to design a robot after a country and element, each week we were given 2 diferent elements (ie: week 1 was fire/ice, week 2 was wind/water, etc) I submitted various designs for every week except for the last one (because my brain needed a break).

I designed the first 3 robots after my country and then I decided to move onto others. Im not sure if I did a good job representing China, France and Romania tho. Regardless, I hope at least one of these designs win. I’ve always wanted one of my designs to be used for a videogame.


All I want is one little break. Just one day were I don’t go through all my emotions twice. One day were I’m not paranoid. Just one day were I’m not afraid that the one I love is going to leave me. That’s all I ask for. One whole day to know what it’s like to not hallucinate. Just to be able to walk down the street and look at the people passing by and think to my self “ They truly are here.” Just one day were my brain takes a break, but I know that day won’t come. 

Switching between drawing commissions, patreon rewards and playing games with friends the whole day and sometimes my brain just goes “urgh” and I need to do sth entirely different. This was one of my “brain breakes” xD Sexy Toaster has a small place in my fangirl heart atm haha. The other pictures I did are not really…upload worthy lel. But it was a good drawing day in general~

Maybe I just needed some time. After you left and became nothing more than the brightest of stars, I needed time, that no one could give me. They were too caught up in making my mind wind itself around the stardust that was every memory of you. No one could give my brain a break. I was restless and everyone thought they could replace you. I just needed time. I need time.
—  tomlindiary