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A Girl Called Mike - Part Four

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: Around 3500

Summary: The reader disguises herself during hunting jobs as a man named Mike and has met up with the Winchesters several times. They are unaware of her true identity. Feeling they know and trust Mike, they agree to invite the reader to the bunker.

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Part 2

Part Three

Warnings: Language, Violence

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.


You took one last huff of the cigarette before cursing at yourself and running it under the water so that it would be out for good. You removed the wig and peeled off the false stubble before going to run the shower. Unbuttoning your shirt revealed the wrap that was still heavily stained with blood. But underneath, there was only skin. There was no scar, even the fishing line was gone. You rubbed your hand over it still amazed.

You stepped in the shower taking the time to run through possible scenarios of how the evening might play out. You and Dean ending up in the same bed was a highly unlikely outcome but that didn’t keep you from thinking about it. After showering and wrapping a towel around yourself, you wiped the steam from the mirror.

“No turning back.” You commanded yourself voice unaltered as grabbed the makeup bag. “Just something natural, something to highlight the features…” You nervously said outloud.

You gazed in the mirror looking for a place to start. You had let your eyebrows go for quite sometime and really didn’t want to introduce yourself with the caterpillar look. A few unkempt mustache hairs here and there. With watery eyes and stinging skin, you were finally done with the tweezers. Despite yearning to pitch them into the trashcan, you forced yourself to put them in the makeup bag as you would most likely need them for future use.

You took out the concealer - taking a second to remember what it’s intended purpose was. A bit of powder. What you really took your time to focus on was your eyes, you wanted them to pop. You accented them with a palette of natural colors but chose black eyeliner and heavy mascara. A little bit of gloss too, to make your lips shine. You left your hair simple, dried with just a bit of styling product to keep it in place.

Now to the most difficult part, what the fuck were you going to wear? If you had more time, you would go shopping, but as usual, you were already running late. So you looked through your pack. You literally only had yoga pants, a camisole, a gray t-shirt, and skinny jeans. Well, that made the decision fairly easy. Skinny jeans and the gray shirt it was. If you weren’t wearing the undershirt, the vneck of the gray tshirt made the girls look quite appetizing and part of you wanted to see Dean drool, only if for a second before he realized who you were. You tossed the camisole aside deciding to let them breathe.

You looked one final time in the mirror. “I guess that’s as good as it’s going to get.” You slid into your only pair of sandals before leaving the room and disguise behind.

On the way over to the bar, you distracted yourself by scanning through the radio stations. But when you pulled into the bar’s parking lot your chest tightened and your breath was caught in your throat. You parked next to the empty Impala, which made your beater look like a hunk of junk. Before walking to the entrance you rubbed the hood of the Impala, its glossy exterior shining in the neon lights. She wouldn’t judge you, you thought. “Wish me luck.”

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Burned Pt. 1 [M]

Genre: Smut/angst

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, dom/sub sexual relations

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: based off a post I made a few days ago and encouraged by. This is my first time writing smut so please be kind to me. I’m still learning the ropes haha. 

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Everything about the drive home was the same and for that you were thankful. It had been months since the last time you saw the familiar buildings of your hometown. The farmer’s market was in full swing and you were tempted to stop by, but you knew your mother would kill you if you showed up later. 4 hours late, in fact. You probably should have called. You didn’t mind the lecture that was sure to commence once you got home because it was the first time you were able to sleep in for months. You were in your first year of medical school and it was taking a toll on you. Between work and school you barely had time for anything, or anyone. Luckily, the national holiday came right at the perfect time and you managed to squeeze in a trip home, not minding the long drive each way. Hopefully, your mother had prepared your favorite meal because it’s been awhile since you ate something that didn’t come from plastic packaging.

As you pulled down your childhood street you saw the familiar commotion of seven boys playing basketball in your driveway. Taehyung, your younger brother, had begged your dad for two years for a hoop. After Tae broke his elbow from building a makeshift one out of a ladder and a laundry basket your father finally caved in. The six boys playing with your brother were his childhood best friends. They’ve stuck together through everything, from dating each other’s exes, to going away to separate universities. You had never seen friendship like that and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel a little bit jealous. None of your friendships had lasted that long and you hoped that nothing would ever get in between theirs.

The sudden sound of loud thumping on the hood of your car scared the shit out of you. When you looked up, you saw your brother’s boxy grin staring back at you. “If you dent my car you’re going to have to pay for it, you little shit,’ you threatened.

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Hey everyone!

So pictured above is the binder that I got back in summer of this year from FLAVNT. And I wanted to review it for you guys!

Price: $50

Shipping: $25 (that was coming to Ireland along with two tshirts though, so it will vary)


Binds really well- I’m a 38D and it really sucks my chest in and makes it look flatter

Can be a swim binder

Low neckline that can be hidden well under different t-shirts/shirts

The back is made with a material that’s really breathable and doesn’t restrict much


Can get sweaty, like excessively. (The fact it’s suitable for swimming kinda locks in the moisture and it can get pretty disgusting, but I mean this happens with sports bras for me too so maybe it’s just something people with bigger chests need to consider? But I would keep it in mind)

The price is a big con tbh. I was lucky to receive a giftcard for mine, so it was all covered for me but I can see why some people may be put off by the price

The straps sit pretty high on your shoulders and since its a nude binder, it doesn’t blend in as an undershirt and the straps are often visible under certain jumpers/shirts I wear to the point it makes me self conscious. So that’s definitely something to think of.


I do really like this binder, and its been a great beginners binder for me. I would recommend it to anyone considering buying a binder, but be sure to weigh up the pros and cons on a personal level too!


Bittersweet Generation // Italy, Verona

Originally posted by hoodzer

credit to the original owner of this gif

Requested: based on this request

Other series:  Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love

Pairing: Your choice - tell me who you’re rooting for here


Description: Four band members all hopelessly in love with the lead singer for their opening act. If they just could see clearly to find out what was really going on on tour.

Summary of this chapter: Calum gets a fair warning when Naomi realises how in love he is with Y/N.

Y/N was the last one to get out of bed of the girls of Bittersweet Generation. She jumped out of bed, excited for the day, the city, the show that night. Yesterday, they were in Austria and all they had to do to get to Italy was to close their eyes and wait for the morning as they drove to Verona on tour buses.

She was slowly tiptoeing out of her own bus and into the 5SOS bus with every muscle tensed as she neared the bunks where at least three of the boys would be asleep. The idea had popped into her mind as soon as she had woken up; the boys needed a little wake-up call from her. Maybe not a wake-up call, maybe more of a yell.

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anonymous asked:

HI. There is one entry that won that I'm rather upset about, the unicorn. The design was stolen off a T-shirt. Just look up "I will Stab you unicorn" and you'll find the design. Please pick another entry that isn't a joke entry. It's unfair to those that put effort into there characters. Other than that all your picks are great!

Well, we did say you could use doll makers or edit pictures of things. This contest wasn’t about your ability to draw something pretty but rather about making a good character and presenting a design for it. I am disappointed to find out that this person didn’t edit the original art work in any way. However I do no think this tee-shirt design is associated with a specific character meaning that Blue Cottoncandypinkcloud jr. Is a character based on this TeeTurtle tee-shirt design thus qualifying them as an OC. I’m not condoning art theft. We will not be using the original image in our comic at any point. Though to be fair, it isn’t really that much different from us drawing Sans or Undyne or any of the other Undertale cast. If anything this T-shirt unicorn is getting free fanart. In a weird way this might even make that T-shirt more well know thus befitting the person who made the TeeTurtle t-shirt art in the first place (that would be nice I think).
(Next time I’ll tighten up the rules and the time frame to help prevent this kind of thing I hope. I apologize to those of you who did your best to draw your characters or make something on your own, I commend you for your efforts, I saw all of them many times and it was really wonderful to see everyone’s submissions. Thank you for your time.)


Hey guys!

So, a loooooong time ago, I designed a symbol for Barbara Gordon. Some folks expressed interest about potentially acquiring t-shirts with said symbol.

Well, approximately an eon later, I’ve finally made a RedBubble account, so t-shirts are now (finally) available!

If anyone is still interested, you can get t-shirts (and stickers and other assorted things) here, to satisfy all your Babs-loving, New 52-hating needs.

anonymous asked:

just out of curiosity, what made you decide to swap john and jade's symbol colors on your t-shirt design?? :0

well if I made Jade light blue it would have been too similar to Jane’s, mostly ;v;

but I also would have had to mix the order of the symbols (I put the same alpha/beta kid next to each other while also following the color scale)

scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir  asked:

AU Oliver/felicity but she's texting/talking to Sara. (615): Turns out the bartender I fucked is the bar owner. WHY THE FUCK DO I PAY FOR HALF MY DRINKS? IS SEX NOT TIP ENOUGH?

Felicity rested her forehead against the bar. Of course Oliver Queen actually owned Purgatory. She’d been looking for a no-strings-attached hookup with somebody with very few career goals and aspirations after a string of very bad dates with lawyers, one doctor, and a hedge fund manager, and the bartender she’d thought to be rootless and carefree was actually a responsible business owner.

A responsible business owner with abs, but still. She’d had one goal and she’d failed. Annoyed, she picked up her phone: Turns out the bartender I fucked is the bar owner. And when that didn’t seem to express her displeasure enough, she added: WHY THE FUCK DO I PAY FOR HALF MY DRINKS? IS SEX NOT TIP ENOUGH?

It took Sara less than a minute to reply: It is when you do it right.

“Oh, ha, ha,” Felicity said to her phone. “You’re funny, you are. A regular comedian.”

Except….what if she had a point? She’d been sleeping with Oliver for three weeks—well, two and a half, but she wasn’t counting, really, she wasn’t—and she still picked up half of her tabs when she stopped by Purgatory after work, and did that mean she was bad in the sack? Sure, he lit up with a grin every time she stopped in, but…

“Finally,” Oliver said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand as he came over. It was kind of a sin how good he made a well-worn white T-shirt and jeans look. “I thought I’d never get a break.” He picked up the glass of water he’d left by her and drank deeply.

“Am I bad at sex?” Felicity asked.

Oliver promptly spit water all over the bar.