this will never get old okai

anonymous asked:

Hello! I have a question.. How young is too young to discover your trans. I had thoughts about it when I was 11 and now I'm almost 13 is that too young?

Lee says:

You’re never too young or too old to discover that you’re trans!

Below are some links that include some stories of trans ppl who realized as children which can show you that 11 or 13 is defs not too young! 

I realized I was trans at 15, but some people realize later than that or earlier, and it’s all healthy and okay. If you ask a hundred randomly gathered trans people how old they were when they realized, you’d get a wide spectrum of answers.

anonymous asked:

Okay but imagine the Girl always being asleep when it rains (very rarely) so one day she's actually awake to see t so this is the first time she has ever seen rain in her LIFE. Fucking 6 years old. Never seen rain. Imagine her sitting outside and getting a drop on her nose and jumping 10 feet into the air before running back inside to ask the fan four what it was they of course go outside to celebrate and the girl is too afraid so she stays inside and watches the rain go by


TalesFromRetail: "This is worst than when I stormed the beaches of Normandy"

So I work at a popular electronic store where people occasionally think they can call for technical support. Today I answered the most unique phone call.

M: Me C: Customer

M: Thank you for calling (Store Name) how can I help you?

C: Listen here, before I even get started, I’m a 91 year old WWII veteran and I don’t have time for games, you guys are so patient but never fix my issues I want to speak to a manger.

M: Okay, I’m sorry to hear you had a bad experience, what is the reason you need to speak to a manager?

C: I was in the store earlier and they sent me home but didn’t fix my computer, I need a manager to speak to fix my issue.

M: Sir, I’d gladly get you a manger but our managers are not technicians, it seems like you talked to one of our technicians in store and the issue didn’t fully get resolved, can I book you another appointment.

C: No! If you don’t get me a manager I’m going to call the local newspaper and have them send a reporter to write an article of me smashing my computer in your plaza while holding a sign that says A-S-S.

M: It appears I don’t have a manager that can take your call at the moment, were a very busy store and all of our managers are busy, can they call you back?

C: LISTEN, My wife just died two months ago and I’m close to the end as well, you guys didn’t fix my issue and I just want to talk to my grand children, you guys are making this the worst experience ever, this is worst then when I stormed the beaches in Normandy.

M: Speechless

M: So what can I do for you at this moment.

C: Just have them call me back before I call the newspaper.

M: okay what’s your phone numb- C: Hangs up

M: Stares at ceiling in shock

By: lovethewebs

lovelysiren88  asked:

Hi! So okay, listen. I'm 29 right so I ipods became like a thing when i was in high school. Like I actually got to witness the rise of that shit. So sometime during my jr year my parents finally gave in and said they'd buy me an mp3 player (jesus i feel old saying that) and what did I choose??? THE NEW. STATE OF THE ART. ZUNE. I REFUSED!!!! TO GET AN IPOD! I THOUGHT IPODS WHERE A FAD!! THEY WOULD NEVER LAST! ZUNE WAS THE FUTURE!!! It died a year later but you know, i loved that little fucker.

oh my god MOOOOOOD my brother always had zunes and my parents bought me like an old school ipod video.. it was like.. 2006.. RIP

anyway that fucker died in like 3 years and my brother got me a zune. bc he is a hipster shit who refuses to succumb to apple fuckery. HILARIOUSLY ENOUGH ZUNE IS LIKE “BYE GUYS” and i still have that little shit bc i, too, am a stubborn ass binch and i refuse to give up my zune until i absolutely have to

Chiccolo Week Monday 24th - Fantasy Day

Author’s Note:-
So I guess for Fantasy Day this is mostly alien invasion with a kind of fairy tale/fantasy romantic thing ^_^’ I’m not sure how I feel about it lol, but it was all I could come up with so I hope it’s okay.
*Chiccolo Week courtesy of @chiccolofans


It was the middle of the night, and the Ox Princess Chichi, now seventeen years old, was fast asleep in her bed. She’d been down recently, crying herself to sleep over a broken promise. A promise made by her childhood sweetheart. He’d said he would come back for her. He’d said they would get married. She’d waited for him… but he’d never shown. She planned to chase him down herself next year, at the World Martial Arts Tournament. If he didn’t come to her by then, she would go to him, and give him a piece of her mind! But… as determined as she was to track him down, it didn’t stop Chichi feeling so hurt that she had to. This was just one of many nights where she’d gone to sleep with a broken heart.

She didn’t sleep long, though. Just after midnight, only a couple of hours after she’d succumbed to rest, Chichi was awoken by a loud, thunderous sound, like the whirring of a giant engine. She sat up in her bed, confused, and immediately shielded her eyes from an intense white, bright light. What the hell was that?
“Dad!” She tried to cry out, but her voice wasn’t working. “Dad? Dad!” No matter how loud she shouted, she wasn’t making a sound. She started to panic, and panic quickly turned into fear. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she leapt out of bed, intending to run for her bedroom door… until she heard the sound of someone, or something opening her bedroom window. “Ai!” She silently shrieked, spinning round to face the thing. The whirring was loud around her, the light was bright… but through it all, she saw the outline of a figure; it was just visible through all the white. Oh God… there was somebody in her room! “Leave me alone!” She wailed, her eyes filling with tears. “Who are you!”

Her voice was still silent, but it seemed to be heard all the same. The figure raised its hand, in clear view of the window, as if it was gesturing to someone outside… and the light faded to a dull blue, one that Chichi could see through. One that didn’t hurt her eyes.

Chichi wanted to look out of the window, to see what was making that sound, but she couldn’t. Her eyes were fixed on the figure before her. What… what was that? It looked like a man, but… he was bald. And green. And he had antennae… Aii! He was an alien! So was that a spaceship outside? No fucking way! “Get out of my house!” Chichi yelled, and flinched at the sound of her own voice. It was working again… but it was quiet. So quiet it wouldn’t wake her father… “I’m warning you!”

She took a fighting stance, inhaling. She was brave, all of a sudden. Part of her was convinced this was a dream, and the other part was too confused to really feel afraid. All she knew was that some giant green pervert had broken into her bedroom in the middle of the night! She was in her pyjamas!

She stood her ground as the figure approached her. She was shaking, and she was nervous… her eyes were watering, but with her hands up in fighting pose she stood her ground, and looked him straight in the eyes. “Get out.” She hissed. “Now.”
“… Princess.”

Chichi flinched as the figure spoke. She hadn’t expected him to speak… and certainly not English! “Ox Princess?”
“… Who’s asking?” Chichi demanded, her fighting stance hardening. How did he know who she was?
“… Could you fall in love with an alien?” He asked her.
“… What?”

Chichi breathed shakily, her guard dropping ever so slightly as she watched the green man get down on one knee before her. Was he… was he seriously asking…? Like… proposing…?
“He isn’t coming for you.” The alien spoke, causing Chichi to resume her stance once more. Out of anger. The jerk! What the hell did he know? How did he know about Goku? And it wasn’t any of his business anyway – to hell with him! “He doesn’t want to marry you.”
“Screw you!” Chichi barked, although her voice was still soft. He was doing that, wasn’t he? With his weird alien powers. She wasn’t impressed by it!
“Could you fall in love with an alien?” The green man asked her again.
“Why are you asking!” Chichi demanded.
“… Because…” The green man stared up at her from the floor, from kneeling down on one knee before her… and he gazed into her eyes. “I’ve been in love with you my whole life.”

Chichi gasped, her jaw dropping as the breath left her lungs. She stared at him with wide eyes, her body trembling. She lowered her hands, foolishly making herself open to attack… and she swallowed.
“Wh…what…?” Chichi mumbled, in a voice that was genuinely quiet. “… H… I mean…” She swallowed again, and inhaled slowly. “How… do you know me?”
“Could you fall in love with an alien?” He asked her once more, his eyes softening. He had brown eyes… She noticed that, all of a sudden. “… Please?”

Chichi gasped a little as he took hold of her hand. His fingers were calloused; his skin was rough… but he held her hand gently all the same, like he was being careful. Like she was a princess… “Ox Princess Chichi…?”
“… I…” Chichi whimpered. What was happening…? Who was he? Where had he come from? Where was Goku? Why wasn’t Goku here – he was the one that was supposed to come for her! Not… not this guy. This was insane. And weird. And scary! This was so scary! But, even so, in that moment, when Chichi looked into his eyes… she suddenly felt like this was right. “… Yes.” Chichi quivered. “I mean… I guess so.”
“Alright. So.” The green man smirked at her. “Will you come with me?”
“… Okay.” Chichi’s eyes widened, startled at her own response. Okay? Okay? What the hell was she thinking!
“Thank you.”

The alien man stood up, and placed his hands on her shoulders. “You’ve made me the happiest being in the universe.”
“… My dad.” Chichi uttered. “I mean… I live here.”
“We can visit here. Or reside on Earth, if you prefer.” The man answered. “But first, I’d like to show you my world.” He gestured towards the window, where Chichi was now convinced there was a spaceship waiting outside. “Then you can decide.”
“… I’m in my pyjamas.” Chichi mumbled. The man simply chuckled, and raised his palm to her. As if by magic, Chichi suddenly found herself in the most beautiful outfit she’d ever seen. It was styled sort of like a wedding dress, but the colours were darker, mostly reds and purples… and the jewellery! Wow! She looked in her bedroom mirror; in the dim light it was hard to make herself out, but she could just about tell she looked amazing! She stared up at him, elated and stunned. “H-How did you know what suits me?”
“My darling.” The man purred, trailing his thumb along her cheek. “You look gorgeous in anything.” He pulled his hand away, and winked at her. “Come on.” He flashed her another smirk; it was gleeful, with just the slightest hint of mischief behind it. “Let’s get out of here.”

anonymous asked:

my secret is that i want to die , i'm a trans boy and my parents think it's okay to use he/him and my name to my face but that any time there's other people around they can go back to my dead name and old pronouns and it hurts so much (even if i never tell them) and that the scratches on my arms aren't cat scratches either. and that my social anxiety isn't getting better- it's getting so much worse and everything is getting unbearable (i'm so sorry to make things sad jbsvhosgvisgvi)

Ok first I think ur should tell ur parents it hurts u or maybe just ask why they do this??? Idk but if it was me I would be fucking terrified of outing my child without them being ready yeto so maybe???

 And communication it’s fucking hard but it really important, Like, really fucking important, to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. And if they do it cause they don’t want other people to know they have a trans boy kid I will fucking fight them and adopt u as my child 

PLS be safe ily

Also my secret is that I don’t really have Pineapple allergy I just hate the thing and tell people I have  so they’ll stop trying to make me eat it

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem.
Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm.
They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine.
Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle.
I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to have been in the queer movement for 20+ years, to have studied queer theory, to have contributed to you potentially enjoying the rights you have today because I was part of a groundswell of lobbying and direct action in the 1990s….

…to have a 15 year old who’s spent maybe 8 months being political and has never inquired about queer history anonymously message me, “EXCUSE ME QU**R IS A SLUR LMAO OMG EMBARRASSSING AN aCTUAL ADULT WHO THINKS IT’S OKAY TO USE QU**R!~!!!!”

Dude, we are a slur. Queer folks are a slur to conservative straight people. Everything we are will be used as a slur by everyone who hates us. Gay is a slur. Lesbian is a slur. People will try to use all of our words against us. Don’t fucking let them get into your head to the point at which you’re telling actual queer people not to use the words we’ve used to unite ourselves and empower ourselves for decades. 

cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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“For me my first memory of Carrie was when I was 11 years old. Very new to the film industry, never been on a film set before, but what Carrie did was just made the whole experience to me fun. It wasn’t intimidating, it wasn’t daunting in any way it was just fun. And, you know being inside the ewok costume you get very hot and I remember every time I took the head off Carrie would be there checking on I was okay. She had chocolate milk and cookies. You know, whether she thought I needed. And she kinda became a very sort of on-set mother figure. Yeah, I just remember her humour, just making the whole experience fun.” — Warwick Davis about Carrie Fisher

  • Mabel Pines chose love over fear and bet the whole universe on the word of a con man and won.
  • Mabel Pines didn’t get the summer romance she was looking for but in the end she was okay with that because she learned to love herself.
  • Mabel Pines thinks that every woman she meets is beautiful, including herself, and if you don’t understand how radical that is you’ve never been a twelve-year-old-girl.
  • Mabel Pines met a creature she idolized and it told her she wasn’t good enough and she punched it right in its smug stupid face.
  • Mabel Pines was terrified of growing up because of everything she might lose, and the narrative didn’t blame her or break her for feeling that way.
  • Mabel Pines cared more about friends and family than magic and mysteries and not only did the narrative validate that, her scrapbook ended up being the most important object in the show.
  • Mabel Pines is glitter and sweaters and cheesy pop songs and blurry group selfies and the biggest smile in the crowd and she’s also so, so, so much more.

This isn’t a “your fave could never” because those are weird and needlessly combative, but look, I know what kind of narratives girls get. I thought that my fave could never. And then she fucking did.

Anime Protagonists Meeting
  • Lelouch Lamperouge: I have an unbelievably horrible father.
  • Edward Elric: Dude you have no idea.
  • Shinji Ikari: Shut up, Ed, you don't even have the worst father in your own series! My disappeared for years and then told me to get in this giant-
  • Eren Jaeger/Yeager/???: Get in the giant? Bitch, please!
  • Rin Okumura: You're all adorable.

anonymous asked:

Can I get some Pidge and Coran headcanons

Coming at you with that NICHE MARKET

  • Coran will never admit it but he’s like 70% sure Pidge is actually eight-years-old (or the equivalent in Altean years). He thinks Pidge is like, a super-accomplished baby.
    • Lance: Okay but like… He’s not wrong lmfao (dodges a wrench) Hey! Coran, Pidge is throwing a tantrum again!!!!!
    • Coran: Oh dear, looks like Pidge is overdue for a nap :( (dodges a screwdriver)
    • Pidge: I hate this fucking family!!!!! >8C
  • Pidge offhandedly mentions during dinner that she’s trying to learn Altean and Coran is like (slams down spork) I WILL BE YOUR TUTOR. He gets very into it. He even codes up a space version of kahoot. He also baby proofs the Castle’s version of Killer Rosetta Stone®
  • Coran: Oh, hello Pidge! I’ve been looking all over for y-
    Pidge: (bolts)
    Coran: (immediately gives chase) YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE OF US THAT CAN FIT IN THE VENTS, PIDGE!!
    • Pidge: Why do the vents even need to be clean, I hate this family so much
    • Lance: I’ll trade med bay duty with you for a day if you want
    • Pidge: Deal.
  • Coran brings Pidge along every time he goes hunting for ship parts because Pidge can cry on command. It’s a very effective tactic for speeding up negotiations.
  • Pidge: (downs a cup of nutritional goo like a shot)
    Shiro: What are you doing?
    Pidge: (slams cup down) Coran keeps calling me ‘Number 5′ and I am determined to prove him wrong. 
  • Pidge is honestly blown away by Coran’s brilliance?? Like, the space uncle is usually used as comedy relief, but he’s honestly so freaking smart and Pidge is like (tears in her eyes) I Would Die For You Coran.
    • Coran is equally impressed by Pidge, because she’s so small and young but so brilliant? He constantly tells her how she would’ve fit in and even shone on Altea. 
    • At first Pidge thinks he’s being patronizing, ‘oh look at how hard the Earthling tries’, but then she realizes that no. Coran honestly thinks that highly of her. He gets misty-eyed whenever he talks about how Pidge and Hunk would’ve flourished in the classrooms on Altea.
  • Coran: Okay, but are you sure you don’t have any Altean blood in you? At all? A great-great-great-great-great to the eighth degree great grandmother, perhaps?
    • Pidge: Nope. I’m from the midwest. Which probably makes me some kind of alien, but still a human one.
  • Coran tries to stealth-parent Pidge, but Pidge always manages to turn it around on him.
    • Coran tries to convince Pidge to take a break and eat. Five minutes later he’s in the kitchen making tea for them both and he has no idea how he got there.
    • Coran tries to get Pidge to take a nap. Ten minutes later he’s giving her and Hunk a crash-course lesson on how to maintain the Lions in a worst-case-scenario pinch.
    • Coran: ????
  • Pidge: (cackles as she programs the training bots to chase Lance around the training room)
    Shiro: Oh geez, don’t worry Coran I’ll stop her.
    Coran: (smiling fondly) (glances over at Allura) Ah, don’t worry Shiro. The Princess used to be just like this when she was younger, and she turned out alright!
I can’t count the times I’ve screamed into my pillow out of anger and sadness. I’ve let rage, hatred, loneliness, and pain consume for so long and silently dealt with it. There have been way too many times where I have locked myself in the bathroom as the world around me fell apart, crying silently sitting in the edge of the tub, constantly repeating to myself that it would be okay, when in reality I was never okay. Each and every time, I’ve only had myself. Each and every time I’d wash my face off and come out as if nothing happened, a fake smile on my face because I was not going to show the world it had gotten the best of me. I’m too old to feel this way. To still feel this way. I can’t count the number of times I’ve been at work and had to excuse myself in order to lock myself in a stall and breathe. Once again the the pain, traveling through my veins making my palms turn into fists. I only have myself. And I would repeat to myself the same thing, everything will be okay…I’m too old to feel this way..I shouldn’t feel this way. But it’s not okay, and the pain is there I can’t deny it, I can’t ignore it and I can’t seem to get rid of it..and as always, I’ve only got myself.

I’m going to change gears from my usual anti-Kylo Ren tirade for this post:

I am really fucking tired of seeing Anakin Skywalker apologists blame Mace Windu, or otherwise imply that Mace Windu deserved his fate, just because he happened to rightfully believe that the man was not emotionally equipped to be a Jedi.

Here is an unpleasant truth for all of us: Mace Windu was right.

Anakin wasn’t equipped to be a Jedi.  He wasn’t equipped to live with Jedi restrictions the way the others were.  He wasn’t equipped to have to deal with political machinations or secret Sith scheming.  He wasn’t equipped to leave a loving mother.  He wasn’t equipped to balance Palpatine’s gaslighting with his Jedi trained perspective and self-awareness.

He wasn’t even equipped to leave the Jedi Order of his own free will and use his training and skills and connections to establish a life that suited him better.

Mace was right to be wary of Anakin.  Because Anakin did end up turning on the Order.  And Mace absolutely did not deserve what happened to him.

Mace Windu did not yank Anakin off of Tatooine while leaving his mother behind.

Mace Windu did not create the culture that raised Jedi from birth, without standard family attachments.  Mace was in fact as much a victim of that culture as Anakin or any other Jedi.

Mace Windu did not create the code or restrictions that forbid Anakin from marrying Padme.

Mace Windu was never cruel to Anakin.  He may have distrusted him or not been as warm as Anakin would have liked, but you know what?  He had no responsibility to do so.  He wasn’t Anakin’s master.  He’s certainly not a brother or father figure to him.  SO WHAT if he distrusted Anakin.  He’s allowed to have a fucking opinion.

Newsflash: in your life, you’re going to meet people who don’t trust you.  You’re going to meet people who dislike you.  You’re going to meet people who don’t know what to do with you.  And guess what?  You get the fuck over it.

There was no indication that Mace Windu was unfair to Anakin.  He opposed Anakin being a master.  Okay.  Anakin was twenty-three years old.  We have never seen a master that age.  Obi-Wan was still a Padawan at that age.  Anakin may have been a war hero, but that doesn’t mean that Mace can’t have legitimate misgivings about Anakin’s emotional readiness for the job.

There is no indication that Mace Windu mistreated Anakin.  If anything, he tried to protect him.  He knew Anakin and Palpatine were friends and he tried to spare Anakin from having to be part of the confrontation.

If you can’t defend Anakin Skywalker’s choices without slamming a man who did nothing to deserve his murder at Anakin’s hands, then you have to wonder how defensible Anakin actually is.

→ all that is gold (m)

Originally posted by chimtae

Sub!BTS collab

pairing → Taehyung x Reader

genre → roommate!au + sugar baby!au, smut, angst

warnings sub!taehyung, skype sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, possessiveness, slight breath play, oral sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, tae ends up sort of a switch? idk

☆ word count → 11.2k

☆ summary → As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet… however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

or : Taehyung is a sugar baby and somehow thinks he can keep this a secret

☆ a/n → ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Thalia Explains Why She's Gay for Several Girls Using Movie Tropes
  • Jason: Okay, out of Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Calypso, and Reyna, who would you date?
  • Thalia: All of the above.
  • Jason:
  • Thalia:
  • Jason: Explain.
  • Thalia: Annabeth is the nerdy gf. A cliche that never gets old.
  • Jason: True... but what about Piper?
  • Thalia: Piper is the Black Widow gf.
  • Jason: What?
  • Thalia: Sexy and will kill a bitch if needed, which makes her sexier.
  • Jason: Seriously? Okay, what about Hazel?
  • Thalia: Smol, innocent, sweet, basically the girl next door.
  • Jason: Well, what about Calypso?
  • Thalia: The hard to get bombshell, duh.
  • Jason: Zeus and Hera, what's with you and movie tropes? Okay, what about Reyna?
  • Thalia: Well, she's...
  • Jason: She's what?
  • Thalia: The one.
don’t you see?
i don’t just want you
i want us

i want the sleepy good morning kisses, before you leave for work
and i’m not even awake enough to kiss back
but i can still feel you there before you’re gone
i want the insecurity, yours and mine
when the anxiety doesn’t let us believe the kind and truthful words we say
but we still say them anyway
i want the waiting, waiting for you to come home
waiting to get off of work so i can text you about my day
waiting for your phone call so i can hear your voice
waiting for you
i want the arguments, knowing everything is going to be okay in the end
because we loved each other more than anything
because we’d never let a little fight come between us
i want the long days
and the even longer nights
i want to make out in the back of your car like horny teenagers
and i want weekly dinner dates like an old married couple
and i want to be in bed by eight pm like old people in love
i want you to tell me when i’m being a bitch
i want to be able to tell you when you’re being a bitch
i want honestly
i want serious talks about our future
and the things we’re afraid of
and the things we’ve never talked about before
i want a best friend
someone i can confide in
someone who builds me up
someone who stays by my side while i put myself back together
i want to be your best friend
someone to cheer you on
someone to support you
someone to hold your hand while you walk through the storm so you won’t be alone
i want it all
the good
the bad
the ugly
the moments we’d rather forget
and the moments we’ll never, ever forget
i want memories that will last us a lifetime
i want a love that could rival the big screen
one that nicholas sparks could only dream about writing
i want everyday to feel like a dream come true
i want
all of you
i want the parts of you that you don’t even want
and i want you to want me
all of me
i want to be fearlessly
and forever
in love with you
—  now what do you want?
(cc, 2017)
“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost


You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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