what gives you the right sir

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Jam Tomorrow, from Hogfather by Sir Terry Pratchett!

What a dark concept for such a happy recipe, honestly. Hogfather was, in some ways, far more mature than your run-of-the-mill blood and guts fantasy novel, and it was a satire about Christmas:

BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU’VE GOT, IS THAT THE IDEA?

‘That’s about the size of it, master. A good god line, that. Don’t give 'em too much and tell 'em to be happy with it. Jam tomorrow, see.’

THIS IS WRONG. Death hesitated. I MEAN…IT’S RIGHT TO BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU’VE GOT. BUT YOU’VE GOT TO HAVE SOMETHING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT HAVING. THERE’S NO POINT IN BEING HAPPY ABOUT HAVING NOTHING.

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So this guy was walking his pregnant dog on the road when suddenly his dog starts giving birth right there! Shortly after an officer pulled up and said “Sir I’m going to have to write you a ticket”
Baffled the guy asks what for. The officer replies “littering”

COWBOY BEBOP SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ❝ …Bang… ❞
  • ❝ This could be a trap. ❞
  • ❝ This is strictly business. ❞
  • ❝ Whatever happens, happens. ❞
  • ❝ Life is but a dream. ❞
  • ❝ You’re in a good mood today. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me what you’re doing here. ❞
  • ❝ Don’t try anything. ❞
  • ❝ Why don’t you shoot? ❞
  • ❝ Go on, pull the trigger. ❞
  • ❝ What’s wrong? Lose your nerve? ❞
  • ❝ You’re an original, aren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Could you be a little quieter please? ❞
  • ❝ Great, a wannabe preacher with a gun… ❞
  • ❝ Guess you’ll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna carry that weight. ❞
  • ❝ The one that’s insane is this world. ❞
  • ❝ Hey there, having a little trouble? ❞
  • ❝ Are you living in the real world? ❞ 
  • ❝ Even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ❞
  • ❝ The more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, ma’am/sir. ❞
  • ❝ Pretending to be senile won’t get you out of this. ❞
  • ❝ I’m just watching a bad dream I never wake up from. ❞
  • ❝ Are you pleading for your life? ❞
  • ❝ You should see yourself right now. ❞
  • ❝ Do you have any idea what you look like? A ravenous beast. ❞
  • ❝ The same blood runs through both of us. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve bleed all that kind of blood away. ❞
  • ❝ Why are you still alive? ❞
  • ❝ Don’t give me that art of war crap. ❞
  • ❝ Time never stands still. ❞  
  • ❝ If you don’t work, you don’t eat. ❞
  • ❝ These Earthlings are weird. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ll take care of this, you can go back. ❞
  • ❝ I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ❞
  • ❝ A star just fell from the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Cold climates don’t concern me. ❞
  • ❝ Your heart is colder than any planet. ❞
  • ❝ Remember, a snake cannot eat a dragon. ❞
  • ❝ We should’ve never taken such a risk. ❞
  • ❝ I’m fully aware of the danger. ❞
  • ❝ How long were you in there listening, [ name ]? ❞ 
  • ❝ And this time, I hope you have sweet dreams. ❞
  • ❝ I’ll meet you at the end of this world. ❞
  • ❝ Belonging is the very best thing there is. ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing more innocent and cruel than a child.❞
  • ❝ Man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates alone, complex or otherwise. ❞
  • ❝ I have no fear of death. It just means dreaming in silence. A dream that lasts for an eternity. ❞
  • ❝ Of the days that I have lived, only those I spent with you seemed real. ❞
  • ❝ My memory…finally came back…but nothing good came from it. ❞
  • ❝ There was no place for me to return to; this was the only place I could go. ❞
  • ❝ Why do you have to go? Where are you going?! ❞
  • ❝ What are you going to do, throw away your life like it was nothing?! ❞
  • ❝ What’s your price to keep this from leaking to the press? ❞
  • ❝ Either you give me the money or I put a bullet through your brain. ❞    
  • ❝ I’m not the type to be led around by a woman/man. ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the age of a woman by looking at her. ❞
  • ❝ You’re kidding yourself if you think every woman/man is like you. They’re not.❞
  • ❝ Why did you do all of this? For money? Some sort of revenge? Or perhaps just for fun?❞
  • ❝ Come on, hang in there, you hear me? ❞ 
  • ❝ When angels are forced out of heaven, they become devils. ❞
  • ❝ Tell me, if we had met earlier in life, would we have been friends? ❞
  • ❝ You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not a criminal. Woah, that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesn’t it. ❞
  • ❝ You took all the money you stole from us and lost it in a gambling casino? ❞
  • ❝ This is real mystic and all, but uh, do you have anything to eat here? ❞
  • ❝ You know what they say, cowboy, easy come easy go. ❞ 
  • ❝ You told me once, to forget the past, cause it doesn’t matter, but you’re the one still tied to the past, [ name ]!  ❞
  • ❝ Don’t tell me things like that; you’ve never told me anything about yourself, so don’t tell me now! ❞
  • ❝ I felt like I was watching a dream I’d never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over. ❞
  • ❝ Do not fear death. Death is always at our side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light, but if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity…  ❞
  • ❝ Men only think about their past right before death, as if they were searching frantically for proof they were alive. ❞
  • ❝ No one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. You move that line as you see fit for yourself. No one else can.  ❞
8

Tony Stark just barely convincing Ross to give him and Natasha a chance to fix things instead of going after his fellow Avengers with “boys and bullets.”

I need to talk about this scene, and how it illustrates why I have genuine BAFFLEMENT that people want to convince me that Tony Stark cares about no one but himself.

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Enlisted Ranks: Army

There’s nothing I hate more than a story that didn’t even try to get its ranks right. Why is a major giving orders to a colonel? Why is a first sergeant working with a bunch of fuzzies? Why the hell did you just call the sergeant major ‘sir’? 

Military ranks are different across the branches, but if your story features the U.S. Army, here’s a breakdown of enlisted ranks and rank etiquette. (other branches coming soon!)

Basics
Ranks in the army follow a numerical pattern, so if you’re ever not quite sure what the name of the rank higher is, you can reference them by nomenclature.
E-series: E stands for enlisted. This refers to soldiers from private to sergeant major. 
O-series: O stands for officer. This refers to soldiers from second lieutenant to general. O-series post coming soon!
W-series: W stands for warrant officer. This refers to soldiers from warrant officer 1 to chief warrant officer 5. W-series post coming soon!

In ACUs, (army combat uniform) the rank is worn in the center of the chest via a velcro patch. In class-A uniforms, the rank is worn on the shoulder.

Each pay grade earns slightly more per month than the one before it. Officers make significantly more money per month than enlisted. Time in service also affects pay, meaning a sergeant who’s been in six years will make more than a staff sergeant who’s been in three years.

E-1: Private
Most people who enlist come in at E-1 unless they were in JROTC, have a college degree, or performed some other feat with their recruiters prior to enlisting i.e. volunteer work, good P.T. scores, etc. This is the lowest pay grade and has no rank. Soldiers who are E-1s do not wear a rank. 
also known as: PV1, fuzzy (because they wear no velcro rank, there’s a patch of bare fuzz in the middle of their uniform. You can buy a patch to cover it.)
Title: Private, PV1

E-2: Private
Yes, there are two ranks by the name of private. You reach E-2 automatically after six months of enlistment. If you enroll in the Delayed Entry Program or have an acceptable P.T. card with your recruiter, you can enlist as an E-2 instead of an E-1. At E-2, you more or less have no more power than an E-1. 
also known as : PV2
Title: Private, PV2


E-3: Private First Class
The final “private” class. You reach E-3 automatically after 12 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been an E-2 for at least four months. If you were in JROTC for four years, you enter automatically at this rank. This rank still doesn’t have much power, but may be put in charge of other privates and may assist their team leader with tasks, and on occasion may be a team leader themselves.
also known as : PFC
Title: Private, PFC.

E-4: Specialist/Corporal
The last “junior enlisted” class. You reach specialist automatically after 24 months of enlistment, assuming you’ve been a PFC for at least six months. If you enlist with a completed four year college degree, you can start out as an E-4 instead of an E-1. Specialists tend to be team leaders and may be in charge of other specialists and privates. When no NCOs are present, the senior specialist is in charge. 

Corporal, while technically the same pay grade as specialist, is actually an essentially higher rank. It’s a special rank only bestowed on those who are in leadership positions and are awaiting the appropriate time in service/time in grade to be promoted to sergeant. Corporals are considered NCOs while specialists are considered junior enlisted.  Strictly speaking corporals and specialists are the same rank, but in most situations, corporals out rank specialists.
also known as: shamshields, (specialist only) SPC, CPL
Title: Specialist, Corporal

Intermission!

Man, all of that text is boring. Let’s break it up a bit with some rank etiquette, shall we?

• Lower enlisted (E-1 thru E-4) tend to call each other by their surname regardless of rank. Even an E-1 will probably be calling a specialist just by their name. The exception is Corporals, who are considered NCOs and are referred to by rank.

• E-5 and above are referred to as “NCOs,” or non-commissioned officers. 

• NCOs with similar ranks might call each other by their surnames and will call lower enlisted by their surnames. When discussing another NCO with a lower enlisted, they will use that NCO’s proper rank. So a sergeant speaking to a PFC will say “Sergeant Smith needs you,” not “Smith needs you.” Freshly promoted sergeants who still hang out with lower enlisted might not mind their friends calling them their surnames in private, but formally and professionally they’re expected to address their senior properly. 

• Lower enlisted ranks are often called “joes,” especially when an NCO is addressing another NCO about their squad or platoon. “Have your joes had chow yet?” = “Have the soldiers directly under your command eaten yet?” 

• It’s considered inappropriate for lower enlisted to hang out with NCOs and it’s discouraged, especially in the work place. 

Are you all rested up? Great! Let’s get back to the ranks. 




E-5: Sergeant

Finally: the NCO ranks! Unlike the previous ranks, you cannot automatically rank up to sergeant. You must attend special courses and be seen by a promotion board where you’ll be expected to recite the NCO creed and have knowledge appropriate for an non-commissioned officer. From this rank on, lower-ranked soldiers will refer to you as “sergeant” and you will likely be a squad leader or in another leadership position. 

• Lower enlisted do NOT refer to sergeants by their surname unless it is paired with their rank. “Sergeant Smith,” not just “Smith,” or your private will be doing a lot of push-ups. 

• No one calls them “Sarge.” Like… just don’t do it friends. 

• Some pronounce sergeant in such a way it sounds as though the g is dropped entirely. Ser-eant, or phonetically, “saarnt.” 

also known as: SGT

Title: Sergeant


E-6: Staff Sergeant

Sergeant Plus. You probably will have similar responsibilities to an E-5, meaning probably a squad leader unless you need to fill in for a platoon sergeant. Don’t misunderstand; in lower enlisted ranks, private and private first class aren’t that much of a difference. E-5 and E-6 are a definite difference though. It is acceptable to call an E-6 either “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of staff sergeant. 

also known as: SSG

Title: Sergeant


E-7: Sergeant First Class

At this point the ranks become known as “senior NCO.” E-7 and above cannot be demoted by normal means. It actually requires a court martial or congressional approval to demote an E-7. Like, it’s surprisingly hard to demote people after this point. I once knew an E-7 who got busted with a DUI and STILL didn’t lose his rank.

Anyway, it’s still appropriate to call an E-7 “sergeant” or “sergeant (name)” instead of sergeant first class. SFCs may be platoon sergeants or in some circumstances may hold a first sergeant position. While positioned as a first sergeant, they should be referred to as “first sergeant.” Unless you work at battalion level or higher, this is probably the highest NCO rank you’ll interact with regularly, and in some cases interacting with an E-7 can be as big a deal as interacting with an E-8. 

also known as: SFC

Title: Sergeant


E-8: First Sergeant/Master Sergeant

Another dual-rank. First sergeants are the NCO in charge of a company and are usually the highest ranking NCO soldiers will interact with regularly. They run the company alongside the company commander. All NCOs answer to them and most beginning of the day and end of the day formations will be initiated and ended with them. It is only appropriate to refer to a first sergeant as “first sergeant” or “first sergeant (name).” Do not just call them “sergeant.”

Master sergeants are E-8s who are not in a first sergeant position. Typically these people wind up working in offices in battalion or brigade. It’s only appropriate to refer to a master sergeant as “master sergeant” or “master sergeant (name).”

also known as: 1SG, FSG, (first sergeant only) MSG (master sergeant only)

Titles: First Sergeant, Master Sergeant.


E-9: Sergeant Major or Command Sergeant Major

We finally reach the end of the list: Sergeant Major, the highest ranking NCO. Sergeant Majors will be found at battalion level and higher. Command Sergeant Majors are those that hold a leadership position in a battalion, brigade, etc, like first sergeant vs master sergeant. It is appropriate to refer to E-9s as “sergeant major” or “sergeant major (name).” Typically, a command sergeant major will be referred to AS command sergeant major.

In the U.S., the plural form of sergeant major is “sergeants major.” Outside the U.S., “sergeant majors” can be correct. 

also known as: SGM, CSM

Title: Sergeant Major

Now, for the most important announcement:

Soldiers NEVER, and I mean NEVER, refer to an NCO as “sir” or “ma’am.” Forget what the movies tell you; if your first sergeant is chewing you out, you do not say “ma’am, yes ma’am!” You’ll earn yourself some push-ups and some cleaning duty and probably a counseling. Do you see how under every rank I’ve provided a “title” section? That’s how your soldiers address that rank. Period. The only people who get called “sir” and “ma’am” are civilians and officers. Cannot tell you how many movies I’ve rolled my eyes into my skull because some snot-nosed private is calling their squad leader “sir.” Please cease this immediately. Thank you.

That’s all for scriptsoldier’s rank breakdown of enlisted ranks! Stay tuned for our breakdown of officers, warrant officers, and how your rank affects your standing in your unit!

anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Yes-!” 

He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”

“Positive.”

Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 

“So.” 

“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

This Life Will Have To Do

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+), Unprotected Sex (WRAP IT!!), Mentions of Abuse

Summary: You’re a maiden being forced into marriage with a wealthy tradesman, Brock Rumlow, but a group of criminals crash your wedding, led by the long-lost love of your life.

A/N: I know that Alexander Pierce isn’t Brock’s father, but for the sake of this story, he is. Sorry ‘bout that inaccuracy!

Word Count: 3.7k

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Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

“Oh, please, Y/N, I’ve heard enough whining to last a lifetime. Now turn around and let me zip up your dress.” Your mother rolled her eyes yet again in response to your protests.

“Mother, you’re throwing away my entire life! How do you expect me to respond?” You exclaimed, trying to keep the tears at bay before you fully lost your composure.

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{PART 2} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’ve entered Jungkooks’ house, but will you be able to leave in one piece?

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Bristle

Prompt: 2) Hinny dueling, set anytime post-battle. Cocky harpy vs. wipe-the-floor-with-you Auror? First summer trauma coping? The angst/fluff potential is endless

A/N: so this is a combo of the prompt ^ from @julxr4 and inspiration from @blvnk-art‘s grown up hinny fan art, particularly this comic.

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Harry’s pretty capable, as far as new fathers go.  No major injuries or illnesses to report, and he thinks James seems pretty happy, all things considered.  So when Ginny goes to spring training for almost a month, he does alright.  Aside from missing Ginny like – something he would miss a lot.  Sleep deprivation is not particularly conducive to similes.  Or grooming.  Between a full workload with the Auror Office and handling James on his own every night, certain things get shunted to the side.  And it’s a pretty easy choice if he’s deciding between shaving and taking a kip for a quarter of an hour.

Which is why Ginny comes home to her husband lying spread eagle on the floor with the tiniest Potter splayed across his chest, playing with his newly grown beard.  “Alright Potters?”

James claps his chubby hands and topples back against Harry’s now raised thighs in excitement.

Quickly, Harry catches James around his middle and soon enough has his entire family wrapped in his arms.  Ginny’s warm and firm under his hands, freckles and just a touch of sunburn across her shoulders, her chocolate eyes sparkling in that way that lets him know he’s not the only one who’s been lonely.

James pitches toward Ginny, his kiss overly wet and gummy, while Harry nuzzles her damp hair.  “We missed you.”

Ginny takes James into her arms, showering him with kisses before using her free hand to scratch at Harry’s beard.  “This is new.”

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Who Is He? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Jealous!Zach
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hey guys! I really missed writing about Jealous!Zach so I had to bring him back even for just a short one-shot. A couple of people also requested for a Jealous!Zach imagine and I thought now was the perfect time since it’s been a week since I’ve started this blog! Happy week-sary to me haha! Anyway, enjoy this cute little write-up starring Jealous!Zach and a special participation from Clay Jensen. LOL.

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“I could get used to this.”

“So could I.”

I reply as Zach and I laid together on the leather sofa in his living room. He laid on the sofa with his legs spread out and his back leaning comfortably on the armrest. I was on top of him, my head resting on his firm chest with my arms wrapped around his waist. I placed my ear where his heart was, I could hear it beating every second or so and the sound of his beating heart calmed my head and pulled the corners of my lips upwards. His arms were wrapped around me, almost like a warm blanket and his chin rested on the crown of my head. We just sat there in silence, although it was very comfortable and calming.

It’s only been a couple of months since we had officially started dating but for some reason it’s almost like we’ve known each other for more than that. We’re very comfortable with each other, and we already know each other quite well if I do say so myself. But of course, like any other relationship, ours wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either.

It was times like this when I didn’t mind him always being busy with school, or basketball for that matter. He has to do well so that he can get a scholarship in his chosen university. He was busy, he was always either at the school courts practicing or in different states battling it out with other high schools, and I understood, seeing as he is the captain of the Liberty High basketball team, and he is their most valuable player. It’s his dream along with becoming a marine biologist, and who am I to get in the way of his dream. I’ll always be there for him, to support him, to help him, to encourage him whenever he feels down but I missed times like this, if I’m being honest, and these were the days where I could be selfish around him. What meant the most is that I still get to spend times like this with no one else, but him. He was mine, only mine, and I was his, only his.

“I really missed you.” I look up to face him.

“What? Babe you see me in school almost everyday.” he replies with a chuckle.

“Yes I do see you but I don’t get to actually spend much time with you since you’re always so busy.” I answer with a pout.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You know I have to do well to get a scholarship.” he says as he strokes my hair gently.

“Of course I understand Zach. We’ll just have to spend times like this wisely because we rarely get to be together like this. So what exactly do you want to do today? Do you have anything in mind?” I ask him. Just as Zach was about to reply, my phone which was resting on top of the coffee table, lit up. A person’s name came up on the screen and I got up immediately to answer it.

“Helmet?”

“I’m good, I missed you! How ‘bout you? How are you doing?”

“Uhm, nothing much I’m just with Zach right now.”

“Sure! Sure! He’ll understand. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

“Alright, yup, i’ll see you soon Helmet!”

I smile as I take the phone to my chest and run to Zach’s bathroom. As I freshened up, I can feel heavy footsteps coming closer to the bathroom door. A few seconds later, as I turn around, I see Zach’s tall figure leaning against the doorframe.

“Who was that?” he asks with his arms crossed infront of his chest.

“My helmet.” I reply without looking at him as I hurriedly tried to brush my teeth.

“What did he or she need?” he asks.

He wanted to see me.” I answer as I got out of the bathroom.

“Why did he want to see you?” he asks once again.

“Because we miss each other?” I reply with a smile and my eyebrows raised.

“Where are you meeting each other?” Zach continues to ask.

“The coffee shop down the road.” I say as I put my jacket on and take my purse with me.

“I’ll go now baby, I’ll be back soon I promise.” I continue as I quickly give him a kiss on his cheek.

I run out of Zach’s house and walk my way to the coffee shop. As soon as I saw the wooden sign of the cafe, I went in immediately with a huge smile on my face. And there he was! He sat at the seats near the glass window in front of the coffee shop with a navy blue hoodie on; a pair of headphones hanging on his neck.

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yellowgoingblue  asked:

“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au: I saw this and my mind screamed, "ANDREIL".

ok i combined both of these and neither is fully what you asked for but i hope you like it anyway!!!


It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.

Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.

He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.

The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.

Like the boxes in the candy aisle, it’s empty.

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okay so i’m in a chat and i realize i need to go grab another drink so i jump in the car and head to the gas station. halfway there i make a lane change and realize too late that i didn’t put my blinker on and there’s flashing red and blue lights behind me. i pull over, turn my car off, roll the window down, put the keys on the roof, and place my hands on my thighs. a police officer strolls to the window and says, “hand over the documents.” so i give him my license and registration and he tosses them back to me and says, “no, the real documents.” at this point i’m sweating goddamn bullets bc anxiety is telling me all the reasons i could go to jail and i ask “what documents, sir?” and he says, “you know goddamn well what documents, agent scully.” and the slightest of smiles graces his face. i hesitate, not sure what is happening, and right as i realize my car’s plate is “xfiles” he says, “make sure and use your blinker at all times, and trust no one” and he literally tipped his hat and walked away while i silently screamed 

To Become A Hunter

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)

Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.

A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)

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Originally posted by xohollandroden

Your name: submit What is this?

Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.

Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.

John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.

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Privacy; Interrupted

Summary: Request from Anon -The boys get bored and insisted on joining you while you grocery shop. [and it turned into whatever this is, sorry.]**

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: Language, implied smut, terrible writing, PWP, Ash having a computer, smut,  idfk reader beware.

A/N: This is a rewrite from a SPN fic I wrote from an anon request. The bolded italics are the reader’s thoughts. I wasn’t going to tell you that but I figured I save myself the time of answering asks about it.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie


Day 11 without a hint of action and the boys are officially driving me nuts. With the Accords in place, Bucky in recovery, and Tony Stark nowhere to be found, life was pretty dull around your safe house.

I, on the other hand, have buried myself  into my writing. Finally putting some much needed thought into my  novel, adding bit and pieces to my screenplay, and dabbling in some prose that was a little ‘less dignified’. I spend way more time thinking of synonyms of penis, than I’d like to admit.

The guys weren’t prepared for the sudden onslaught of nothingness and since I’d taken up permanent residence with them, I was now their sole form of entertainment.

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athena: c-cole s-something i-isn’t right, i’m not alright-

cole: it’s going to be okay sweetheart, i’m here, i’m not leaving you- i can stay with her right? i stayed when my other daughter was born..

doc: as long as there isn’t any complications-

cole: what complications would there be?!

doc: it can be hard to tell with premature’s, especially at her age. we won’t know the status until we get her to the room sir. her health is our top priority right now.

athena: baby i-i’m scared..

cole: i know sweetheart, i love you.. we can do this ok? 

athena: i love you too..

cole: just think after these two, maybe i’ll give pregnancy a shot the next time around ok? so you have to stay with me.

athena: why are you such a dork?

cole: there’s my girl.

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: hi! can u write  peter parker imagine where ur tony’s daughter and you always go to visit peter. but you two haven’t told anybody about your relationship. and so you two got shopping one day and he decides to take you out on a date instead and Tony’s at the same restaurant that he took you to. and so ur trying to hide from him and stuff. and then on the same day tony shows up at his apartment and peter gets really nervous and scared that he might find out that you two are together.

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None


You knocked on the window of Peter’s apartment. Peter’s back was turned towards you and he had his earbuds in. You sighed in annoyance and knocked again. It seemed that Peter couldn’t hear you because of the music.

‘‘Peter!’‘ you yell through the window.

Peter couldn’t hear you again which made you angrier. You started slamming the window with your first, yelling for Peter’s attention. Of course, Peter’s music was still blaring into his ears. His focus was on his phone, which gave you an idea.

‘‘You’re so deaf sometimes, Parker.’‘ you sigh, rolling your eyes.

You reach into your back pocket and fished out your phone. When you got it out, you pulled up Peter’s messages and saw that he was typing something. You waited as he typed, when he sent the message, you wanted to throw your phone at the ground.

‘‘Where are you Y/N?’‘ peter texted.

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hamiltunes (side a) explained
  • Alexander Hamilton: the 2009 white house rap feat. everybody
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: aaron burr doesn't wanna be your senpai alex
  • My Shot: you know what this song is. everyone knows what this song is. don't act like you don't know what this song is.
  • The Story Of Tonight: we might all literally die so let's drink and be bros
  • The Schyuler Sisters: GIRL POWER!!! feat. bustles
  • Farmer Refuted: ham's dog has more eloquence than samuel seabury
  • You'll Be Back: george iii is literally the ex you hope never to date in the first place
  • Right Hand Man: someone please give washington some help. no burr, not you
  • A Winter's Ball: 20-something males being gross 20-something males
  • Helpless: eliza is a cinnamon roll too pure, too good for this world
  • Satisfied: a retrospective soliloquy by a. "i regret this" schuyler
  • The Story Of Tonight (Reprise): let's drink and be bros at your wedding because we might all literally die
  • Wait For It: aaron burr do you need a hug
  • Stay Alive: ham wouldn't have been that inexperienced and ruinous
  • Ten Duel Commandments: a guide on how to foreshadow ironically, by lin-manuel miranda
  • Meet Me Inside: george washington would be your senpai if you let him alex
  • That Would Be Enough: did lotteries even exist back then because ham sure won with eliza
  • Guns And Ships: i don't know if you're speaking french or english lafayette, slow down un peu oui?
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: i need help from that guy i fired: a memoir by george washington
  • Yorktown: "i can't literally die anymore because i might actually have to run a country?? eliza's pregnant???" - alexander hamilton
  • What Comes Next?: i'm a single independent nation who don't need no george iii
  • Dear Theodosia: those 20-something males are fathers with dreams and hopes for their kids and my god i'm crying
  • Non-Stop: ham is the actual energizer bunny