this was on carrie's blog if you are wondering

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine to the reader being a guard to Noct & whilst guarding at camp, she sneaks off in the night to ward off the empire. The bros panic and look for her in the morning and find her seriously injured, wondering what to do next.

Okay, so I should explain that I got a bit carried away with this one— uh, a lot carried away actually. I think I just read “Noctis” and my sleepy-prince obsessed self just forgot that this was supposed to include the rest of the gang. Forgive me for that. Oh, and forgive the sinful fluff as well.



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It had been just like any other night after everyone had their fill of Ignis’ cooking and retired for the evening. You were camping somewhere in the of south of Duscae, a small, remote little place, niched in between a thick forest and a steep crag, giving you ample protection. That’s probably why you had let your guard down more than what you often did— the false sense of security. You should had known that nowhere was safe with the Prince of Lucis in your party.

You bade Gladio a goodnight as he followed after Ignis and Prompto inside the tent, but Noctis lingered briefly outside, picking around the beans in his stew before setting the bowl on the folded table. With a check over his shoulder to make sure the guys weren’t coming back out anytime soon, he made his way over to you— a glint in his eyes.

“Hey,” he purred, hooking a finger in your belt loop and pulling your hips against his. You gave him a cheeky smile in return, your brain still subconsciously on high alert.

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EXO Reactions ~ When You Get Leg Cramps From Trying New Sex Positions

Request: Just wondering, if you can do how EXO act and feel when you get leg cramps from trying new sex positions? Fluff please and thank you😁 if you can’t do it then it’s okay! I understand!
A/N: i did OT9 this time bc I’m doing a lot of work for the blog that I got plans for over the next few days. I’ll tell y’all bout it soon.


Originally posted by wooyoung

When Sehun notices your cramps and how awkwardly you were walking, he would try to stifle a laugh before carrying you to your shared bed and tucking you in nicely, making sure he didn’t hurt you. Next cuddling in next to you.

Don’t worry Jagi, my cuddles will make the pain go away,


Originally posted by parkchny

As you lay on your couch whimpering from the current joint pain you were experiencing, Jongin pops out of nowhere with his beautiful aegyo and take away for two; scaring you half to death.

Doctor Jongin is here to take care after his beautiful princess! Relax and I’ll do all the work like I did last night*wINK WOnK*


Originally posted by secrethideoutme

When Minseok saw you hold onto surfaces around your shared apartment to keep yourself standing up, he knew he fucked you up pretty bad the night before. Baby Baozi would insist on checking you over and not letting you move out of bed until you were all healed.

I knew I went down hard but damn, I didn’t know I rekt you…


Originally posted by parkchny

As you kept rubbing your legs from the cramps you gained from the night before, you didn’t notice that Yixing noticed you constantly flinching in pain and was curious; when he begged you to kiss you better, you couldn’t deny.

I’m Lay the healing Unicorn, after all” 


Originally posted by junyeol

Kyungsoo already knew the consequences of trying out new positions, so just before you woke up the next morning - BabeSoo had a nice warm bath prepared for you to relax your muscles and get rid of any cramps. 

Yes, yes ~ No need to thank best boyfriend ever *very cute fucking smile*


Originally posted by qrishan

This little buttercup would sit and feed you ice cream and give you pain meds but secretly praise himself for living himself up to the rep of “SuDaddy” and trying to not show you that he was actually pleased with himself.

But be honest… I was really good though wasn’t I…?


Originally posted by chenrrerorocher

Truly yes, Jongdae would comfort you through this very tough time of having bad leg cramps when he wrecked you (not going to mention how he had leg cramps of his own, why he wouldn’t get out of bed too.) but this little shit would troll and tease the fuck out of you about ituntil you LITERALLY kicked him out of bed.

Oh gosh, I’m hurting… Jagiya why would you…


Originally posted by porkdo-bi

When Park Chanyeol asked why you were whining about your legs so much, you told him that you think he must of fucked them up the night before because you have serious cramps in them. The poor boy would go all flustered just thinking about the events.

Oh shid, oh that… yeah oh… gosh…


Originally posted by yixingofficial

Baek was clueless as why you were walking around like a baby horse, when he asked what’s up; poor Baekhyun was scared for his life when you snapped at him telling him that it was his fault that you woke up destroyed because of sexual activities from the night before.

But- You weren’t complaining last night…” 

Mother always knows

For @spaztronautwriter: Happy Holidays, Jesse! Your blog and your creations are as wonderful as you are, and I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoy you! :D – @entersomethingcleverhere

It may have been Christmas Eve, but Robbie Queen would not stop pouting.

He pouted all throughout lunch, even though Raisa cooked his favorite mac and cheese. He pouted as he watched the staff decorate the manor. He pouted as he and his mother lit the first candle on the menorah. He even pouted when Uncle Digg and Aunt Lyla came by with Sara and JJ.

His pout carried into his bedtime routine, as his mother helped him into his Thomas the Tank Engine pajamas. She looked really pretty, in a sparkly red dress that went all the way down to the floor, and he could smell the perfume Dad got her for her birthday. Her attire just reminded him of why he was annoyed, and his scowl deepened.

“Robbie, sweetie,” she murmured as she ran a hand over his smooth blonde hair. “What’s wrong? I thought you were excited to spend the night with your friends.”

He crossed his stubborn arms over his chest. “I want to go to the party! Why can’t I go?”

She chuckled and sat down on the bed, bringing him onto her lap. “Because, you’re going to be bored,” she said soothingly as she pressed a kiss on his forehead. “It’s just going to be a bunch of adults talking.”

He shook his head hard. “But, Mom!” he protested. “What if Santa comes and he sees a bunch of people in the house and he doesn’t leave my presents? I have to be there to convince him!”

“Don’t worry,” she reassured him with a knowing smile. “Santa won’t skip our house. He knows how good you’ve been this year.”

“But how do you know?” he demanded.

She shrugged. “I just know. Just like I know how you’ll be bored at the party.”

Robbie sighed and gave his mother a long-suffering look. What was it about parents thinking they knew everything? Sometimes there were things that they just didn’t know.

At that moment, Robbie’s dad walked into the bedroom. Weirdly enough, he wasn’t dressed yet, still in the same sweater and jeans he had been wearing earlier.

“Hey, buddy,” his dad grinned, taking the spot on the edge of the bed next to his wife. “You excited to spend the night with Sara and JJ?”

He pushed his way out of his mother’s lap and climbed onto his dad’s. His father had always been more reasonable than his mom when it came to these sort of things. Surely he’d let him go to the party.

“Dad, if I promise to be good and not let any food spill on my shirt, can I go to the party?” he asked eagerly.

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anonymous asked:

Is the camera cutting to Dean the reason you think Cas' first I love you was directed at him? I am not sure I would have made the connection otherwise because Cas wasn't looking at anyone. And why did Dean look away? He looked a little angry? I'm afraid to get carried away about something that might not have been intended to be so weighty? I wish my knee jerk reaction was excitement to be honest. :/

Don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve probably got 60 posts on my blog already that explain why this is significant, and why your knee jerk reaction should be SHEER EXCITEMENT!

May I direct you to this wonderful summary:

It’s quite long, but you don’t have to read it all. Just scroll down and in the middle is a block of ALL CAPS YELLING ABOUT THIS that’s impossible to miss and breaks down the significance of everything on screen.

Seriously, this is not a subtle bit of filmmaking here.

Internet Love// Lee Dongmin

Originally posted by moonbinny

Pairing: Eunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary:Anonymous said:
Hello, I love your writing and all your scenarios! I was wondering if you could write one where you and Eunwoo/Dongmin meet over the internet and then you finally go out to Seoul, Korea and meet him? Oh and lots of fluff! Thank youuu <3Btw I love your blog!

Author’s Note: This is actually such an interesting concept ofhjkfdv  i hope you enjoy the read c:

xoxo Sara

You placed your carry-on bag below your seat, setting for the window seat on the small plane you were currently on. You never really liked planes, but it was all worth it to see him.

You had met Dongmin online about a year ago, and ever since then you have fallen more and more in love with him than you could have possibly thought. You never believed that you could fall in love from a simple message or two, but Dongmin proved your theory wrong. You couldn’t count the number of times he’s made your heart flutter so much, to the point where you couldn’t even think straight, in these past few months.

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daughterofwrathandruin  asked:

Hi, I’m researching some magical abilities based on the signs, but the answers are varying so I was wondering if you could give me a personal evaluation based on your knowledge? (P.S I LOVE your blog and posts. Please keep making such amazing post they are so inspirational)

Oh gosh, that’s an interesting question. I’ll do the best I can to give you some ideas. 

Edit: I never meant this post to get long, but as you can see with every sign the paragraph gets longer, I got more into thinking it and over thinking it and it just got carried away… and by the time I realized it, it was too late to delete everything and make things shorter and to the point XD. 

Firstly, though, I think the easiest way is to look at their elements, and what those elements represent. Fire would be offensive, Earth defensive, Water healing, and Air would be stealth. Though all four can be as destructive as they are constructive. 

So here are some ideas based off of that, for each sign.

  1. Aries: Symbol is the Ram. Element is Fire. Planet is Mars, also known as the Roman god of War (Greek: Ares - i mean obviously). Aries are known for being headstrong leaders, stubborn, love a good challenge, and are genuinely energetic. A magical ability for an Aries should have something to do with energy and strength, something that’s used to attack more than defend. Off the top of my head, I immediately think of a pyromaniac, someone like Natsu from Fairy Tail, if you’ve ever watched it. 

  2. Taurus: Symbol is the Bull. Element is Earth. Planet is Venus, also known as the Roman goddess of Love (Greek: Aphrodite). Taurus are known for being reliable and steadfast, hella stubborn, and relatively patient and docile until provoked and in which case they explode. A magical ability for a Taurus would have something to do with both offensive and defensive, because Taurus want to protect whats theirs, but arent afraid to fight and attack either. Off the top of my head, I think of trees, they’re sturdy and safe and strong, but if you’re able to control the branches and roots, I can see them doing a lot of damage. Something like Maleficent in the movie Maleficent, where she makes that wall of thorns.

  3. Gemini: Symbol are the Twins. Element is Air. Planet is Mercury, also known as the Roman god of Messengers, Travel, Trade, Thieves, and a few other things (Greek: Hermes). Gemini are notorious for having a ‘split personality’, and are fickle minded and can’t see things through to the end. But they’re still very endearing, charismatic, and have a way with words. A magical ability for them would definitely be something unconventional and break morality barriers, meaning it could be used for something blatant good or blatant evil, or at least they have no qualms with switching their use for it. Off the top of my head, I can think of a ‘change of heart’ kind of thing. Like manipulating someone’s mind and controlling them to be put on their side. Like the Imperius Curse in Harry Potter, or the actual ‘Change of Heart’ Yu Gi Oh card. 

  4. Cancer: Symbol is the Crab. Element is Water. “Planet” is the Moon, also seen as Luna, the Roman goddess representation of the Moon (Greek: Selene). Cancer is seen as super sensitive, but also very protective, like the crab. Hard and dangerous on the outside, and soft and fragile on the inside. They are a homebody, and love comfort and are typically see as the “The Mother” of the Zodiac signs. A magical ability for them would have to be something much more softer yet powerful. Maternal figures are the most ferocious species on the planet, so the magical ability for a cancer should appear like it’s not much, but when used properly it is probably the most powerful ability that one could possess, but can only be used for the most dire of consequences. Off the top of my head, I think of the power of Light; like the light of the moon, it lights up the darkness and protects you from things lurking in the dark. I immediately think of Galadriel and the light of Eärendil’s star from the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. 

  5. Leo: Symbol is the Lion. Element is Fire. “Planet” is the Sun, also seen as the Roman solar deity Sol, personification of the Sun (Greek: Helios). Like most fire signs, they are very arrogant, and love to be in the centre of attention. They’re born leaders, but are also hot-headed, easily jealous, and don’t like to be in the background. I usually see every single main character in an action and adventure as a leo. A magical ability for them would be offensive and defensive, and not subtle. I think a Leo would do all they could to have as much power as possible, but in things like stealth and healing, they lack the grace and patience for. They’d want to be show-offy, so something that would inspire a lot of awe and get a lot of attention. I immediately think of physical strength, like Hercules, Superman, but also a good fighter like Wonder Woman and an almost unlimited amount Stamina and willpower. 

  6. Virgo: Symbol is the Virgin. Element is Earth. Planet is Mercury, the same as Gemini. Virgo as implied by the Virgin symbol is very conservative, meaning not that they’re prudish, but they are fixed on their views of usually modesty, dignity, and grace. They’re organized, and like everything neat and tidy and nothing in disarray. They’re very intellectual, methodical, and prefer facts over fiction. A magical ability for Virgo, I think would be more scientific and would have to be more of a craft, in my opinion. So for example, an Alchemy is a good idea for a Virgo, as there are rules in Alchemy, and it’s logical, but still considered ‘magical’ given what it could do. Alchemy could be used to heal, to poison, or achieve things such as turning iron into gold, or immortality (as mythology says). I immediately think about the Harry Potter universe, and how there is somewhat science behind their magic, especially in potions. Hermione is a Virgo, and a good example of what I’m thinking about. 

  7. Libra: Symbol is the Scales. Element is Air. Planet is Venus, the same as Taurus. As the scales imply, Libra’s strive for fairness and what is right. They’re diplomatic, political, and want justice. They’re also considered pretty charismatic and idealistic. A magical ability for Libra would have to be something that isn’t very destructible, but still dangerous if used in the wrong way. So something subtle, and could ultimately affect outcomes rather than inflict damage or defend people per say. Since they’re an air element, like Gemini, they’re ever changing, so they could very well use their abilities vindictively should something happen that weighs in the balance of their needs over the needs of everyone else. I immediately think about telepathy, like Professor Xavier from X Men. Being able to read people’s minds, see the truth, their past, their dreams, and their nightmares.

  8. Scorpio: Symbol is the Scorpion. Element is Water. Planet is Pluto, otherwise known as the Roman God of Wealth and the Underworld (Greek: Hades), and Mars, the same as Aries. Scorpios are magnetic and mysterious, and have a reputation of being tall dark and broody. People really like Scorpio’s, and I think it’s because they’re confident and relaxed in their skin, and are very passionate to an almost poetic point. And honestly? Everyone loves a badboy who has depth, like the water element that it is. Easily, Scorpio will have a offensive and defensive magical ability, something that could cause physical harm but mental harm as well, and like the venom in the Scorpion’s stinger, it’s a slow pain and/or death. Protective and dangerous as they are, I imagine their magical ability is more or less the kind that you can’t go back from. Attack a scorpio, and you’d be lucky to come back slightly sane and a little injured. I immediately think of vampires when I think of Scorpio, especially “glamouring” (example: Tru Blood), and how people are drawn to Vampires because of their irresistibility which is actually one of their abilities. However, I think of others, such as Itachi Uchiha from Naruto, and his Sharingan and how he uses it as an illusion and a form of punishment. I’m also reminded of the character Copperhead from Batman, and how she(or he in comics) uses poison to slowly kill her enemies and make them hallucinate. 

  9. Sagittarius: Symbol is the Centaur Archer. Element is Fire. Planet is Jupiter, otherwise known as the Roman God of the Sky and of Man (Greek: Zeus). Sagittarius are athletic and adventurous, just as much as they are intellectual and curious. They don’t like to stay idle, they like being wild and free and doing what they please. So their magical ability would be a hyperactive one, one that has a lot of energy and hard to ignore or avoid. Despite them being a fire element, the first thing I think of is something that is electric and fast, and that’s probably because their planet is Jupiter. That being said, something to do with speed and electricity would be perfect for the Sagittarius. Of course, I immediately think of the Flash and Quicksilver, someone with super speed. But on the other hand, a lightning user also comes to mind: Livewire from DC, Shazam from Justice League, Azula from The Last Airbender, Laxus Dreyar from Fairy Tail. To name a few. 

  10. Capricorn: Symbol is the Goat. Element is Earth. Planet is Saturn, otherwise known as the Roman God and Titan of agriculture, time, and liberation (Greek: Cronus). Capricorns are authoritative signs, and is considered the “Father” of the Zodiac signs, opposite to that of Cancer, and therefore people say the best marriages come from Cancer and Capricorns because they perfectly balance each other. Capricorn hold a lot of traits that are similar to Virgo and Scorpio. They are shrewd, but practical and responsible, and incredibly smart, but they don’t brag or show off, so they are very low key and work behind curtains. A magical ability of a Capricorn is difficult, and I had to give it a lot of thought, but the only thing I can come with is having a power with multiple possibilities. Something, like I said with Virgo, that had a little bit of logic and work behind it. So, sorcery. Thinking of people like Merlin, Gandalf, but especially who I immediately thought of was Doctor Strange from Marvel. 

  11. Aquarius: Symbol is the Water Bearer. Element is Air. Planet is Uranus, otherwise known as the Greek God and Personification of the sky (Roman: Caelus). Aquarius is probably the most unique of all the signs, because they’re so incredibly idealistic that many people have a hard time understanding them. They have a reputation of having their head in the clouds, and come off as aloof or detached, but that’s because they’re too busy living in their own world, sort to speak. They pay a lot of attention to things that many would over look, and they are the first person to speak out against something that is morally wrong. This sign is hard, and I had to do a lot of brainstorming of what their magical ability could be. It could be as simple as the ability to fly, maybe they have wings, but it could be something more intense like illusions. Weather manipulation, or teleportation? An interesting ability could be a time traveller. Most of Aquarius’ magical possibilities would stem from away from offensive or defensive, but rather be something as a tool that you wouldn’t see them use in battle, not always practically. Thinking of people that could fit the suggestions above, someone like Doctor Who or Rip Hunter while both don’t actually have the ability to travel through time they have devices that help them to. However, one character that I know that embodies the ability to pause, rewind, go forward and teleport by himself would be Hiro from Heroes. I wish I could be a little more help on Aquarius, but that’s all I can think of. 

  12. Pisces: Symbol are the Pair of Fish. Element is Water. Planet is Neptune, otherwise known as the Roman god of the Sea (Greek: Poseidon). Pisces are super sensitive and emotional, and the most idealistic of the water signs. However they are very compassionate, empathetic, and generous. I can think of two magical abilities that a pisces might have that would fit its character. The first would play by how they are intuitive, empathetic, and willing to help others, so they can be easily a psychic, medium, or use the power of empathy on those. I can’t think of an example of someone like this off the top of my head, but I know someone using this power where they dump memories into someone’s head and that person immediately knows and understands after they mentally gone through everything that another person went through. Or, they could be like mermaids, and use the power of the Siren’s Song, and luring people by their voice or even sexuality, which can be a magical ability if you count vampires, mermaids, sirens, and even witches who’ve done it in mythology and stories. Overall, though, I think a magical ability of a pisces would do more emotional impact, a defensive ability, but also one that has potential to heal. Or if you want to take it easy, they could manipulate water. Don’t have examples for these, because I figured they’re pretty straight foreword. 

WELL that took all day to answer, and I’m super sorry about that. Literary essay. I got carried away. So…I hope that you got something out of this fucking long ass answer XD. 

An Out of Body Experience

Requested by anon:  HOI! I love ur blog sooooooo much!!!!!!!!! And i was wondering is you could write a fanfic where you and cas switch bodies while hunting a witch and you’re on your period? AND PILE ON THE FLUFF MAN (not much fluff until the end, but hopefully you still like it!)

Summary: You, your brothers and Cas are hunting a witch, and things go awry.

Words: 2,608 (I got a little carried away lol)

Cas x Reader

Warnings: PMS (is that a warning?), some angst, fluff (mostly near the end), body swap fic

Notes: this is the most I’ve written over such a short span of days. I really like how it turned out, let me know what you guys think!

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

Originally posted by perevalovaaa

Your name: submit What is this?

“Y/N! You with me?” Sam’s voice rang in your ears. You groaned, the feeling of cold ground on your cheek. “Y/N, wake up!”

“Cas!” Dean’s equally nervous voice sounded closer. You slowly opened your eyes. A face loomed over you and smiled. “Thought we lost you there for a minute.”

You felt your head spin as you sat up, and placed your hands on either side of your head, closing your eyes.

“I’m not sure how much you guys remember.” Sam sounded far away. “You called to let us know that you had tracked the witch down to this house and we were on our way over, but when we got here you were out cold.”

You felt a hand come down on your shoulder. You looked up and saw Dean crouching in front of you. “You good, buddy?”

Buddy? Since when did Dean call you buddy? You nodded and stood up with his help, wincing and holding your head in your hands.

“Sammy?” Your voice sounded hoarse. Probably from being knocked out.

“Uh, yeah Cas. I’m over here.” Sam sounded confused.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

Dean slung an arm  around your shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get back to the motel before someone finds us here.”

You just nodded, burying your face into your brother’s neck. You felt his body stiffen before holding you at arm’s length, gripping both your shoulders. “You sure you ok, man?”

“I’m fine, what’s wrong with you?” You frowned. What was up with your voice? You ran your fingers through your hair. Your short hair.

“What the heck?” You spun around ran to the other room, looking for the mirror you had seen earlier.

No. Freaking. Way.

You looked into the mirror, but it was Castiel who stared back. You looked down, finally taking notice of the suit and trenchcoat you were wearing. You slowly turned around, and what you saw made your knees weak. Standing next to Sam was you. Well, obviously not you, but it was… you.

“No. No no no no no,” you repeated over and over again as you walked over to, well, yourself?

Dean looked concerned. “Cas, what’s wrong?”

You began to laugh, anxiety running through your veins. “Oh no, not Cas. Me, Y/N. That,” you pointed to your image. “That’s Cas.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a confused glance. You- no, Castiel, you assumed - tilted his head to the side.

“It appears the witch has switched our bodies.” It was surreal, hearing your voice and not being the one speaking. “Y/N is correct. I am Cas, whereas your sister is now inhabiting my vessel.”

Dean looked back and forth between you and Cas. “Well, can’t you just angel mojo it back? Reverse whatever spell she placed on you?”

You- no, Cas shook his head. “I do not have enough grace remaining to perform such a task. We will have to find the witch and have her reverse the spell herself.”

You groaned. “Seriously? She could be anywhere. How are we supposed to go around town looking like this?”

“Well, technically you don’t look any different.” Sam spoke up. “No one would know.”

“No way. I’m not going anywhere until I’m looking like myself again.”

“And I’m afraid I won’t be of much use either, if Y/N does not wish me to go out looking like herself,” Cas said.

Dean sighed. “Well, guess it’s just down to you and me then, Sammy.” He walked over to the door. “Let’s go find us a witch.”

You sat on the couch, flipping through the channels of the motel’s small TV. You had changed into one of Dean’s tshirts and a pair of sweatpants, wanting to get as comfortable as you could in another man’s body. You didn’t understand how Cas could possibly go all day wearing a suit and that insufferably hot trenchcoat. Perks of being an angel, probably- heat isn’t a problem.

Cas walked out of the bathroom, also having changed into some clean clothes you had given him. You glanced over, looking him up and down.

“It’s like ‘Freaky Friday,’ but weirder.” You turned back to the television set. “At least they got to stay the same gender.”

Cas took a seat next to you. “I have never inhabited a female vessel before. It is quite a different experience.”

“Don’t say vessel.” You scrunched your nose. “Or inhabited, for that matter. Makes this sound even weirder than it already is.”

“Of course. I apologize, Y/N.” Cas made a pained face. “My stomach hurts.”

“Could be from switching bodies. Good ol’ Jimmy here has been there, done that, but this is a first for me.” You stood up. “Hungry? I ordered a pizza around ten minutes ago, it should be here soon.”

You had been asleep for maybe an hour when you were woken up by a scream. You shot out of bed and looked over, Cas’ bed empty.

“Cas?” You practically shouted his name. He came barreling out of the bathroom, body shaking.

“I’m dying!”

“What?” You were interrupted by repeated knocking on the door. You ran over to open it, Sam and Dean rushing in.

“We heard screaming, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, Dean looking around for any sign of danger.

“I- I don’t know, Cas just screamed and I-”

“I’m dying!” Cas was more insistent now, fear spreading on your- his, you still weren’t used to this- face.

“What do you mean, you’re dying? What’s wrong?” Dean’s voice was steady, but you could tell he was worried.

“I’m bleeding.”

You walked over to him. “What? Where?”

Cas’ eyes started to water. “Y/N, it hurts. My stomach hurts and the bleeding won’t stop.” A tear trailed down his cheek. “Make it stop.”

Your eyes widened with the sudden realization. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Sam took a step closer. “‘Oh’ what? What’s wrong with him?”

“Cas is, um,” you cleared your throat. “I think it may be my- well, Cas’, um, time of month…” you trailed off, trying to contain the laughter that was building up inside of you.

Dean snorted. “No.” He covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. “You mean…?” He dangled the question in the air.

“Well, it is Y/N ‘s body, so it’s entirely possible.” Sam smiled, walking back to the door. “C’mon, Dean. I think we should let them take care of this alone.”

Cas frowned. “I don’t understand. I am not dying?”

You sighed, leading Cas back to the bathroom as your brothers left, Dean’s laugh sounding through the closed door. “Cas, I’m gonna explain something to you…”

You were making some breakfast in the small kitchen the next morning when there was a knock at the door. You shouted “it’s open” as you moved over the stove, stirring the contents in one of the pots. The door opened and Dean walked in, shutting it behind him. “This is the part where I would usually say what’s cookin’, good lookin’, but…”

You rolled your eyes. “Morning to you too. Where’s Sam?”

“Grabbing us some coffee.” Dean sat at the table, opening the newspaper he had brought with him. You smiled, knowing how cranky your oldest brother could get without his morning coffee. “Where’s Cas?”

You pointed to the bed, where Cas was still lying asleep. “After I gave him some ibuprofen last night, he curled up in that exact position and hasn’t moved an inch. I’ll go wake him up soon.”

Sam walked in at that moment, catching the last of your explanation. He laughed quietly and made his way to the table, shaking his head. He set down the three coffees he brought with him and gave you a small wave. “Pancakes?” You nodded, eyes not leaving the stove.

“Hopefully being in Cas’ body doesn’t affect your cooking. I’m starved.”

You set two plates of pancakes in front of your brothers and watched as they dug in, thanking you around mouthfuls of food. You waved them off, walking towards the bed Cas was sleeping in. You hesitated before waking him up, watching him as he slept. Was that really what you looked like while you were sleeping? You shook his shoulder gently, getting a grunt in response.

“C’mon Cas, you’ve gotta eat.”

“No I don’t. I am an angel. I do not require food.”

“Wrong. You’re in my body now, which means you have to keep it nourished and healthy. And you’re not going to do that sleeping all day long.” You pulled the covers off him. “Now get up!”

Cas groaned, reluctantly opening his eyes. “Hurts.”

“I know. I’ll get you some more medicine, ok?”

He slowly got out of bed, making his way to the kitchen table. He sat down and you set a plate of pancakes in front of him, along with a glass of orange juice and some medicine. He immediately downed the pills, tackling his food next. You grabbed your cup of coffee as you sat down next to him.

“Find anything on the witch yet?”

Sam shook his head. “Not yet. No sign of her since you guys tracked her down. But we’ll find her, don’t worry. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“Hopefully…” Dean mumbled and you kicked him in the shin, with more force than you meant.

“You have to find her. I want my body back.” Cas nodded in agreement to your words. “Look, just go back to the house and see if she left anything. She’s got to go back for her stuff.”

Dean sighed. “All right. And while we’re out you’ll be?”

“Researching. Maybe there’s a way to reverse the spell without needing the witch.”

“Doubtfully. The chances of reversing a spell as complex as this one wou-”

“What else can we do, Cas?” You retorted angrily. “If I’m going to be stuck in some crap motel room all day, I want to at least be trying to fix the situation! Are you gonna help me or not?” Cas looked down and nodded. “Ok. I’ll grab my laptop. Sam, will you head to the library and find us some books that might help?” Your brother nodded, already standing. “Thanks.” You took a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.

Seven hours later and you still hadn’t found anything useful. You dropped your head in your hands and groaned in frustration. Hopefully Sam and Dean were having more luck than you and Cas were. You turned to look at the angel, who was bouncing his leg up and down as he flipped through a book. You chuckled, his nervous habit a sign that he was frustrated. Even in your body, you could read Cas easily. You had always been able to; in the amount of time you spent together, you knew him as well as your brothers, maybe even better.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear him the first few times he called your name.


You jumped, startled. “Yeah, Cas, what’s up?”

“I asked if something was the matter, you were staring.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m fine. Find anything?”

“I have not found anything that could be of use to us. I am afraid we will not find the answer to our problems in any of these books.”

“Yeah, the internet is a bust too.” You got up from your chair and stretched, feeling your back pop. “Wanna watch something?”

Cas nodded, abandoning the stack of books in front of him. You sat on your bed and quickly pulled up Netflix on your laptop, letting Cas pick something out. After searching for a few minutes he picked ‘The Princess Bride,’ a movie both if you’re enjoyed. You hit play and set the computer by your feet, leaning back against the headboard. Cas settled in next to you, laying his head on your shoulder. You were used to sitting like this in the bunker when you watched something together, but it felt weird to have a smaller body up against yours. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair, the sensation different from the usual short locks that you now donned. You looked down.

“How you feeling?”

He shrugged. “The medicine has helped somewhat, but the sensation can still be uncomfortable at times.” He shifted slightly to look at you. “I have come to develop more of a respect for you, for having to deal with this every month. I apologize for that.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine, Cas. I’m used to dealing with the pain. Plus,” you smirked. “I would’ve thought that being stabbed and beat up multiple times would be worse than just a little cramping. You going soft on me?”

Cas just turned back to the screen with a “humph,” and you laughed. You pressed a light kiss to his forehead and went back to watching the movie.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to darkness in the room. Your body felt stiff and the clock on the wall said 8:47pm, three hours after you had started the movie. Must’ve fallen asleep, you thought with a yawn. You stretched briefly and then nuzzled back into Cas’ side, closing your eyes again.

Wait a minute.

Your eyes snapped open and you shot up, the sudden movement waking Cas with a jolt. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You smile. “Nothing! Look at us!”

Cas stared at you for a moment before realization dawned. “We are back in our own bodies.”

“I know!” You bounced up and down on the bed. “I’ve never felt better in my life.”

“I don’t understand how you can be so energetic while under the influence of your menstrual pains.” Cas looked genuinely confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s what’s bugging you? You’re not even curious as to how we got back?”

“Sam and Dean have likely procured the witch and had her reverse the spell. It is either that or the spell only lasted 24 hours.” Cas spoke methodically and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” You screamed as you were pushed over and pinned down to the bed. You struggled against Cas’ hold on you but he was too strong, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind being like this all that much. You stopped struggling after a few seconds and stared up into his deep blue eyes. You missed seeing those. He smiled as you stared up at him and leaned down, placing a soft kiss to your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your lips against his. There was no rush in the kiss; just the two of you enjoying the moment.

You finally broke apart and Cas let you go, laying on his back. You draped yourself across his chest and he held you in his arms, running his fingers through your hair. You both stayed like that for what seemed like hours before you spoke again.


“Mhm.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest, causing the vibrations to course through your body.

“I missed this.”

You could feel him smile. “So did I.”

The door to the motel room opened and Sam and Dean walked in.

“So the witch did eventually end up going back to the house. We were able to trap her and-” Sam stopped mid-sentence at the sight of the two of you. You were sound asleep, Cas’ hand still carded in your hair, arms wrapped around you. Dean smiled.

“I think they’ve already figured it out.”

The boys exited the room as quietly as possible, letting you and your angel sleep.

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anonymous asked:

hello! i was wondering if maybe you could explain the conversion process for those who wish to convert to judaism, what they should know or look into beforehand and how the process is carried out.

Anyone interested in geirus should do as much research on their own as possible. I think the Aish and JewFAQ sites are great starting points. In the beginning of my journey, I was obsessed with the Crazy Jewish Convert blog but I haven’t really referenced it in over a year so I don’t know if I’d say I still love/approve of it. I’ll forever recommend the book Gateway to Judaism by Rabbi Mordechai Becher, especially since it summarizes most chapters with a story about a fictional family living whatever you just learned about. To Be a Jew by Rabbi Hayim Donin is also a great book to begin with.

If you’re still interested, I’d make a list of the reasons why that is. What is it about Judaism that draws you in? Why do you want to be Jewish? Make sure you’re able to actually explain these concretely to someone because you’ll be asked that by any rabbi you meet and eventually your beis din. Once you’ve done enough independent learning (and see yourself actually living this lifestyle), you should contact a rabbi to discuss the possibility of conversion. Don’t be discouraged if the first rabbi you approach isn’t able or willing to help. Not every rabbi is familiar with conversion. If you keep hitting dead ends, it might be worth it to contact a local beis din directly.

Any rabbi you meet with will probably ask things like why you believe in G-d, why Judaism and not any other religion, etc. My rabbi also asked my opinion on “controversial” things, like how I felt about only being able to wear skirts, covering my hair when I’m married, the Jewish divorce process, taharas hamishpacha, etc. He also asked how I thought my family would react to this and how I would handle their reactions.

Assuming that rabbi will be your sponsoring rabbi, he should be willing to get you in touch with a beis din. A beis din is a Jewish court and is made up of three rabbis/judges who will oversee your progress as well as your sponsoring rabbi. My rabbi called two batei dinim for me and I spoke with each Av beis din (head of the beis din) over the phone before officially applying to one. There will likely be a lengthy application and fee for you to send in. If all goes well, you’ll meet with the beis din.

This will probably be a repeat of your first meeting with your rabbi, you being asked to explain why you want to convert and so on. They should outline their expectations of you while you’re in their program (which should change as you progress) and the requirements you need to meet in order to officially convert during this meeting as well. Many batei dinim require a psychiatric evaluation (mine was as simple as a written test) which will be taken either prior to your first meeting or shortly after.

At this point, you’ll probably start taking lessons with a tutor. This is not necessarily your sponsoring rabbi; it doesn’t even have to be a rabbi, just someone who is knowledgeable and approved by the beis din (most will have someone they can either recommend or require you to study with). You will probably be required to meet with this person once every two weeks to learn, at the minimum. You should also make arrangements to learn Hebrew at least phonetically. Your Hebrew teacher might not be your tutor, either, depending on whether or not they feel they could adequately teach you or if they’d want to (my rabbi, who was also my tutor, said he’d rather shoot himself than teach me Hebrew since as a first grade rebbe, that’s essentially his day job already lol so I found a Hebrew class I could take instead). You’ll find you will have a lot of people involved in your conversion! It’s also helpful to attend shiurim in your community, if possible. Just make sure you’re going to ones that are appropriate for your skill level.

Your sponsoring rabbi should help you make connections in the community so you have places to go for Shabbos and yontiff. You will, at some point, be required to move into a Jewish community/neighbourhood. You might have some leeway depending on your situation. I was given six months to find a place (as long as I was staying in a community every Shabbos) but I know others who were required to move into the community to officially begin the process. I can’t stress how important it is to become involved in your community. Not only do you learn from this, but it also shapes your hashkafa and helps you envision the Jewish life you see yourself living. You also will need to be able to provide references to your beis din once you’re close to finishing, so make sure people know who you are!

How long it takes depends on a lot of things, but mostly how much time you can put into this. BH I was able to meet with my rabbi once a week for an hour and a half, so I finished the curriculum just shy of a year (HaShem would have it so that I wasn’t able to go the mikvah for another several months, but that’s beside the point). A friend of mine who’s using the same beis din, but a different tutor, has been given a two-year timeline. Most batei dinim have either a one or two year minimum. However long it takes, you’ll be meeting with the beis din every now and then (I met mine three times and spoke with the Av beis din twice over the phone) to update them. They might quiz you to see where your knowledge is at. Between them and your sponsoring rabbi, you’ll know where you should be holding in terms of observance. Nobody is expecting you to be shomer Shabbos, kosher, and tznius in a week but that doesn’t mean you should be six months into the program and still eating out at McDonald’s.

Once your studying as come to an end, you’ll have to prove your knowledge (your sponsoring rabbi should be updating the beis din every now and then to let them know when you’re ready). My beis din has a written test, others will have an oral one you do during one of your meetings. Some might even have a combination of the two. If you pass, you’ll be going to the mikvah. This is when you officially become Jewish. It’s an incredibly emotional, beautiful experience. You immerse yourself in a ritual bath and make a bracha, at which point you’re a Jew. When you finish in the mikvah, the beis din has a naming ceremony for you in which you’re given a Hebrew name you have picked out. If you’re a man, you’ll either have to have a bris or something that I’m forgetting the name of, but it’s a symbolic procedure done for men who have had a medical circumcision. I think that happens before the mikvah but I could be wrong. Then you’re done!

Things to keep in mind: geirus can be expensive. Not only will you pay the beis din (to be clear, you pay them admin fees, they don’t get paid for their work with converts), but you’ll likely have to pay for a tutor and Hebrew teacher as well. I personally didn’t pay my sponsoring rabbi because it’s his belief that as a rabbi, he should help sincere converts and I learned Hebrew through a free class put on by a kiruv organization, but from what I’ve heard from other converts, that’s not always the case. You also have to buy lots of books, ritual items, expensive kosher food, etc. You need to make sure this is something you can take on and keep up with. It won’t get any cheaper in life either, considering once you have children, you’ll be enrolling them in expensive Jewish day schools as well.


Edmund x reader: We think alike

~Hello again! This is my first Modern AU story…let me know if you like these! :) Also, to anyone wondering, my main blog is multi-fandom. It’s called @imguessingphan Because why shouldn’t we always assume Phan is the answer to everything? Ugh, I ramble too much. Here it is!~

The train’s wheels screamed as the car came to a sudden stop at a station. You ignored the noise and involuntary jolt foreword as you flipped a page in your book.

You were reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows again, even though you obviously already knew how it ended. Yes, it was quite a large book to carry around in your small book bag, but the journey into the city was a long one and worthy of a good book. You leaned into the window. The cold glass made contact with your cheek and burned it scorching cold.

You were about to turn another page in the book when you heard a voice next to you. “You know, I don’t think Voldemort is all that bad.” You turned your head so your eyes were met with the ones of a boy around your age. You hadn’t noticed that someone had sat next to you. “What?” You asked incredulously, straightening up in your seat.

“Well, I believe there’s more to his character than we think.” The boy said, unabashed. You scoffed. “And what do you mean by that? That he’s actually good at heart?” The boy shrugged and nodded his head. ”Yeah. I like to think so.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back into the window. “I am not having this conversation with you right now. I don’t even know your name.” The dark haired boy chuckled.

“Edmund.” He said, before quickly adding, “And yes, I know, it sounds very pretentious.” You raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. “Y/n. And, actually, I like the name Edmund.” You paused for a moment. “Even if the bearer of his name is in denial about Voldemort’s evil-ness.”

Edmund raised his eyebrows. “Evil-ness isn’t a word.” He said matter-of-factly. “Whatever Edmund.” You muttered, smiling as you watched the passing hills and telephone poles from the window.

“Even a traitor may mend.” Edmund said thoughtfully.

You turned to face him again. You thought for a minute; then you smiled. “I like that. But, I don’t think that really applies to Voldemort’s situation.” Edmund laughed. “Maybe not Voldemort. But, I think, and not to play devils advocate here, but we might have just entered the new topic of Severus Snape.”

You sighed. “I’m not going to have a long, pointless discussion about characters and plot development on a 30 minute train ride to London.” Edmund’s lips curled into a grin. “All the same.” He replied simply.

You smiled back at him. You liked this guy. He was interesting. “I like the way you think, Edmund.” You said honestly. Edmund smirked slightly. “I like the way you think too. Even if I’ve only known you for around 5 minutes.”

Edmund reached for his backpack that was sitting snugly under the seat. He unzipped the side, revealing his own copy of the seventh Harry Potter book. You gaped at him. Edmund just smiled. “You and I, Y/n, we think alike.”

I’m always there when you need me-Anon Request

Hiya, everyone!

I hope everyone’s having a good week so far.

So here I am, with another imagine. i feel like its a little short, and mostly dialogue, so I apologize about that.

But I liked writing it, nonetheless. 

‘Hi! I love your blog an was wondering if you could right an imagine for me? (my boyfriend is really sick and he wants me to come over to his house and take care of him) is that ok? Thankkk youuu!!!’

Love, Sarah

y/n= your name b/n= boyfriend’s name

Sleep. Sleeping is great, such a great thing. A thing that shouldn’t be disturbed unless:

1) the house is on fire, but even in that case, I could be carried outside and not be disturbed from my slumber

2) someone is dying

3) Dylan O'Brien is at my doorstep

4) you are in possession of a (preferably more than 1 but I’ll take what I can get) Hershey’s cookies and cream chocolate bar


And so, last Saturday, when my phone’s obnoxious ringtone started blasting loudly from its place under my pillow, let’s just say I was not a very happy camper. In a groggy state, I’d reluctantly reached for my phone, slid my thumb across the screen, but not before my eyes shot a quick glare at the time: 2:55AM, and brought the phone up to my ear with a loud sigh.

It went a little like this…

“For your safety, I seriously hope someone’s dying for you to be calling at a such ungodly hour of the night.”

“So you want my brother to die? Geez, y/n if you want to break up with him don’t be so harsh about it.”

I frowned and pulled the phone back, long enough for me to see who was calling. I quickly sat up in bed after seeing my boyfriend’s name on my phone screen and brought the phone back up to my right ear.

“What? What’s going on? Why are you calling from b/n’s phone?”

“Well, dear apple of my brother’s eyes. I got home to find my brother puking his lungs out on his bedroom floor. Extremely gross.”

At that point I was more than awake, and quite worried.

“How in the world? What did he eat this time?”

“I have no idea,” b/n’s brother murmured with distaste in his voice. “He was out with his friends tonight though. They always end up doing some crazy, and stupid, really stupid shit. And-oh God, ew! He’s puking again! Mom!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, cringing at all the commotion coming from the other hand of the line.


“Yeah okay, y/n. My brother’s being a little bitch and he’s whining about some pot brownie, I think he’s high and drunk, definitely drunk. And he’s fucking puking. It’s disgusting. Anyways, he won’t let anyone touch him and he wants you to come over. I think he’s about to cry, hurry up.”

“Huh, okay,” I mumbled, immediately springing into action. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

After slipping a pair of shoes on and grabbing my keys, phone and raincoat, I slipped out of my room and towards my parent’s. I knocked twice before pushing the door open and rushing to my mom’s side.

“Mom, mom,” I said, frantically shaking her shoulder until she woke up. “b/n’s sick and I need to go take care of him.”

My mom’s tired eyes took me in a she sighed before glancing at the time on her nightstand’s small clock. “y/n its 3 in the morning.” She remarked with a sigh.

“I know mom, but he needs me, I’ll be careful and I’ll text you as soon as I get there.” I don’t know what struck my mom to let me do such a thing but I didn’t question her and nearly squealed in happiness before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Love you guys!” I whisper-yelled before slipping out of their room and down the stairs.


Thankfully, the roads were crystal clear at 3AM and I made it to b/n’s house without breaking any laws. Okay, I might’ve ran a red light, or two, but that’s a detail.

Once I was safely parked into their driveway, I sent a quick text to my mom to let her know I was doing okay.

After locking my car’s doors, I made my way up to their door and rang the doorbell once. Less than 5 seconds later, the door swung open to reveal b/n’s very annoyed brother. “y/n! Thank God you’re here!” He cried, pulling me inside and closing the door. “I don’t know how much of my brother’s delirious whining I can take.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and quickly slipped my shoes off before darting towards the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, their very distressed mom greeted me. She proceeded to hug, and thank me a million times before ushering me towards the bathroom.

With a small sigh, I pushed the door open and cringed at the smell and sight. My boyfriend’s top half was slouched over the toilet with him holding onto it for dear life. Another sigh left my lips and I let my raincoat fall to the ground before entering to bathroom.

“b/n, hey.” I crouched down next to him and brushed some hair away from his forehead.

 ’‘Baby, you’re here.“ He looked up at me, eyes redder than ever and lips quivering.

 ’'Of course I am.” I smiled at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his limp figure. I just about jumped out of my skin when an inhuman sound left his throat before his head disappeared inside the toilet.

“Oh, God.” I groaned, turning my head away from the sight, rubbing my hand over his back in circular motions. I let him go until the only sound I could hear was him coughing and spitting in the bowl.

“Okay,” I reached for some paper and helped b/n sit down, with his back resting against the bathtub. He seriously looked like he was about to cry and I knew I could laugh about that later. I wiped his mouth and chest until all trace of vomit was gone and threw the paper away with a grimace. 

“What did you get yourself into this time?” I sighed, running my fingers through his damp hair.

“Th-they were like hey, hey! Lets eat this and,” he giggled before poking my cheek with his index. “You’re so cute, babe. So beautiful.” He was then full on stroking my cheeks with both of his hands.

The click of a camera was heard from behind us and I watched b/n’s eyes widen in horror before he tried pulling himself up. I glanced behind me and glared at b/n’s brother who raised his hands up in surrender.

“Go.” I order and he rolled his eyes, walking away and snickering down at his phone. I turned back and came face to face with a pouting b/n.

“He took a picture, and I look horrible.”

“No baby, you look great, I promise.” I lied because he did look pretty horrible. Two words. Sweat. Puke. The smell was horrible and he was literally glistening under the bathroom light because of how sweaty he was.

“Okay, I love you. S-so much, like bigger than the Milk Road-”

“You mean the Milky Way?” I corrected him with a chuckle. He simply fell silent and sat there, staring at me with a blank face.

“Okay, do you think you can stand? You need a shower.”

He shook his head and jugged out his bottom lip. “Can I have a bubble bath?”

“Jesus. No, we don’t have time for that. C'mon, I’ll help you.” I slid my hand under his armpits but he almost immediately slouched down after hearing my response.

“No? You don’t love me anymore?” His eyes were glistening with tears and I sighed.

“Of course I do, sweetie. I love you but you can’t have a bubble bath right now.”

With his right hand, he reached up for my cheek and started stroking it. His hand was super clammy but I didn’t pull away, not wanting him to start bawling his eyes out on me. “K-kiss me. ” He demanded, lips puckered up and right hand still stroking my cheek.

I frowned and placed my hand on his, pulling it down until it was resting on his thigh. “I can’t, you’re all-”

“Oh my God, ” He cried, his body slumped down even lower and his head fell backwards. He closed his eyes and his face contorted into a pained expression. “You don’t love me! Oh m-my God. You don’t wanna kiss me anymore. I don’t want a new lover, please. ” He whined while clutching my t-shirt.

“No, ” I held back a laugh and pushed some hair away from his forehead yet another time. “I love you, but I can’t kiss you right now sweetie. I’ll hug you now and later, once you’re all clean I promise you can get a kiss. ” I bargained while chewing on my bottom lip, hoping he’d stop whining so I could get him into the shower.

He frowned before lifting his head up and opening only one eye. “Pinkie promise? ” He asked, holding his pinkie out in front of me. I nodded and tightened my own around his for a seconds before resting both of my hands on his thighs.

“Good, okay. ” I pulled him in for a quick hug, smiling when he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Okay, lets get you in the shower. ”

Now, I’ve taken care of this fool before while he was sick, but never once was he drunk, and possibly high while it happened. It was already hard enough when he was just sick, so imagine having to help a delirious teenage boy shower at 3:40AM. What could’ve been done in 10 minutes took us 30 minutes. I ended up with the top half of my sweatpants completely soaked and my patience hanging on a very thing thread. But I loved him, and I still do, so I wasn’t that mad.

At 4:15AM, I’d changed into an old pair of b/n’s sweatpants and he was lying down in his bed with a damp towel over his forehead. The effects of the alcohol had started wearing down and he was looking at me with the guiltiest of looks on his face. I got up from my crouching position and placed his empty glass of water on his nightstand before sitting down next to his lying figure.

“How are you feeling? ” I questioned, running my fingers through his hair, a thing I knew he loved.

“Better. You’re so good to me, too good. ” He frowned before taking my free hand in his and pulling me down until I was lying face to face with him.

“You need to rest, ” I rolled my eyes, ignoring what he’d just said. “Do you need anything else? ”

He shook his head; frown still etched onto his pale face. “I’m sorry. I know you were tired because of work, I didn’t mean to. ” I smiled at him and rested my hand on his cheek before pressing a kiss to his nose.

“It’s okay, babe. I’m not mad at you, ” His features softened and I scooted closer to him. “You needed me so I came. Just stop doing stupid shit; I don’t want you to get really hurt. Then I’d be mad and scared. ”

“I love you so much. Can I get my kiss? ” He pleaded with a cute pout. I laughed and pecked his lips a few times.

“There, ” I smiled. “You got like five, how’s that? ”

He grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up before closing his eyes. “I’m so tired, can you stay with me? ”

I smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his lips. “Yeah, sweetie. I’ll stay. ”

The End

Voilaaa. I hope I lived up to your expectations Anon 😊 

And I hope everyone enjoyed!

Have a great night everyone 💙

Love, Sarah

pearl-destroyer-of-the-world  asked:

Hey! I was wondering what crystals you would suggest for luck? I've been having a crapfest of a week and was thinking about carrying a crystal with me

I have my own attachments to a lot of crystals so i use jade and rose quartz personally but i have a thing of crystal meanings on my side blog (its on here to but itll be easier just to find it on my other one) so ill reblog it and tag you

anonymous asked:

Do you ever carry around little objects in your pockets? I have about 5 random objects in my pockets at any given time that I just fiddle with when I get bored or anxious, just out of curiosity wondering if other people do that and what they carry. Love your blog!! 💛

I don’t usually, but sometimes on days when I go to work, I have my spinner ring in my pocket! I start out wearing it until I take it off to wash my hands, and then I put it in my pocket and forget about it for a while, and by the time I remember it’s there I just figure it’s easier to keep it in my pocket and mess with it there ^^;

It’s pretty neat to think about what everyone might be carrying around in their pockets, I’ve never really thought about it much haha!

Arab Women Characters, Tropes to Avoid

Anonymous said: Hello - this is a super awesome blog, thank you so much for everything you’ve taught me. I was wondering if you had any links to things to avoid while writing farabic + muslim women. I am neither Arabic, Muslim nor female, so I’m paranoid about if I’m doing something wrong.

For one thing, Arabic is a language. The term you’re looking for is Arab. I am not Arab, so I don’t feel comfortable speaking too much about things you should avoid there, aside from this: perhaps avoid making them oppressed by their families, as this is a huge stereotype. This also carries over into things to avoid when writing Muslim women.

Muslim women are seen as sexually repressed while at the same time exotified. Many Muslim women, myself included, take offense to this, as Islam can definitely be practiced as sex-positive, depending on who you ask. (Please note that there are hundreds of interpretations of Islam, so lumping all Muslims together is as inaccurate as it is offensive.)


anonymous asked:

Hey, Carrie. I hope you're doing well! I apologize if you've answered asks like this before, but I was just wondering if you have any recommended little dancer blogs that primarily make gifs and edits? Thank you! :)

idk of any ld blogs that just do gifs and edits! but there are a bunch that do gifs and edits among other posts about the dance world!!! 

reblog or reply to this if you do gifs and edits!

anon be sure to check the notes on this post!!!

anonymous asked:

Oh, wait quick question, do you not like the raven cycle? Idk whether to read it, and I was wondering what you didn't enjoy about it? (btw as ever, love your blog, it's so beautiful)

thank you anon <3

No, I don’t really care for trc, so a long list of reasons. Mostly, I was disappointed with and felt cheated by the ending. We the readers were promised something from the start and I was not pleased that the promise wasn’t carried through to the full implications. I was also not pleased by the cliché good-vs-evil dynamic with cookie-cutter bad guys, and it really really bothered me that the main female character was in some form of romantic relationship with three of the four main males.

That being said, I think the series is perfectly appropriate for what I’m assuming is the target audience. Also, the relationship between Adam and Ronan is absolutely amazing. I really wish that the series had been told from Ronan’s perspective, because he really was the most fleshed-out character of the bunch. I also know a lot of people who really, really love the series, so don’t be deterred from reading it just because of me <3

tagged by: myself. i stole this off of one of my other blogs haHAh

tagging: @platiinvm, @7thcourier, @thirdhat, @couriere, @waxburns, anyone else who wants to tbh

famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.


I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  //  Tyger Tyger, burning bright  // I have done it again. // Do not go gentle into that good night.  // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I,  //  April is the cruelest month,  // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. //  There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //  Whose woods these are I think I know  // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,  // I taught myself to live simply and wisely  // It so happens I am sick of being a man  //  I wandered lonely as a cloud //  Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?  // O my Luve is like a red, red rose  // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;  // Out of the night that covers me,  // It was many and many a year ago, // You may write me down in history //  Do not stand at my grave and weep // Some say the world will end in fire // Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers  //  The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  No man is an island,  //  Remember me when I am gone away,  // I met a traveller from an antique land  //  ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // This is thy hour O Soul, //  When we wear the mask that grins and lies, // Death be not proud, //  And death shall have no dominion.  //  Laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  To see a World in a Grain of Sand  //  Is there anybody there? said the Traveller //  Nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  That crazed girl improving her music.  // Come to me in the silence of the night; //  Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high //  When you are old and grey and full of sleep,  // In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow  // I thought of you and how you love this beauty //  Life, believe, is not a dream  // It may be misery not to sing at all,  //  If tarry space no limit knows  //  Come live with me and be my love,  //  Had we but world enough and time,  // My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense //  Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art- //  Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day?  // Break, break, break  //  She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not all a dream. // He clasps the crag with crooked hands. //