with my daughter's help

TalesFromRetail: But Which Markers?

This happened a few hours ago, and it’s been a lovely while since I’ve had a customer this angry so I’m still kind of reeling.

I work at Big Brand Craft Store, and was sorting through some merchandise when I had a woman come up to me with a question. We’ll call her ML for Marker Lady.

ML: Excuse me!

Me, thinking she’s normal: Yes Ma'am, do you need help?

ML: My daughter needs to get some markers and they are all locked up!

It should be noted that many of our items are locked up due to high levels of theft. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t work here, but people will steal entire displays of buttons and crochet hooks so lots of regular items are locked up.

Me: Okay, Ma'am, what kind of markers were they?

ML: suddenly explodes in anger I don’t know! Just go find and help her!

Me: …Okay Ma'am. We have many different kinds of markers, which section of the store was it in? Was it Fine Arts, or Stationary, or Fabric Not-

ML: I DON’T KNOW JUST DO IT.

Me: Would you lead me to-

ML: NO I’ll just go find someone else to do it!

Me: Ma'am, I’ll just go through our sections with markers and find her.

ML: Yeah, you do your job, you are paid to do it!

I then walked away, and looked in all the places we have markers and couldn’t find her daughter. I saw my manager and asked her is she had seen someone who needed help. Turns out she helped the daughter out even before ML blew up at me! Some people just want to be angry.

By: PiratessUnluck

sometimes I think about that pidge has cried in 3 episodes, like cried with actual visible tears. She’s actually cried more than anyone I think and that’s super interesting to me because we all think of her as a super tough cookie but she’s soft.

Preference: Holding their Firstborn

Partially requested by @the-bookish-soul…. Rhys’ is a little longer because thats the one they requested.

Rowan:

He can barely contain himself. Rowan is crying softly, unable to tear his focus away from the little bundle in his arms to even wipe his tears away. He gently holds the baby, forcing himself to be ultra careful so as to not hurt it in any way. He finally looks up at you, still laying in the bed, fresh tears brimming in his eyes and you almost laugh at the sight. Rowan Whitethorn: reduced to tears at the sight of his child, because he has wanted this for centuries, and he finally has it, and he will protect it with everything in him. ‘Thank you’ he mouths, so as not to wake your daughter.

Rhysand: 

Twice Rhys makes sure that you have had enough time holding the baby before he agrees to take it from your arms. She’s small, fragile, and drowsy, Rhys observes, noticing the fluttering of her eyelids and how tiny she is compared to him. Suddenly, her hand comes out and grabs onto his shirt, making Rhys gasp and look up at you in question. You wave your hand, telling him it’s fine, and he relaxes, shifting her weight to one arm so he can grab her little hand in his own, fully engulfing it. He sways, making various quiet noises to help her sleep. ‘Oh Cauldron, I love her so much’ he says to no one in particular. You slowly get up, aching just a bit, and Rhys tries to stop you, but you wave him off and stand in front of him, your daughter in between the two of you. You grasp her other hand, kiss her forehead, and then look up at your husband. ‘My whole world in four square feet of space’ he murmurs, not looking away from his daughter, a small smile on his lips. 

Dorian:

He’s not sure he could be any happier than he is at this moment. His heir, his child, his daughter, swaddled in his arms is the best feeling in the world. Her little wisps of dark hair tickle his arm as he runs a thumb gently over her soft, chubby cheek. Her sapphire eyes open slightly and Dorian smiles grandly and kisses her forehead. ‘She’s so perfect’ he whispers, and you can’t help but agree. 

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a test for a book Im pushing. The text is in portuguese but basically it tells the story of a sculptor prisoner who tries to runaway to get married.. An idea built with the help of my daughter.

Um teste de um livro que tenho desenvolvido. Minha filha observou o desenho ainda em construcao e eu a indaguei sobre qual era sua impressao. Ela me disse que o homem havia sido preso porque queria casar-se. O resto é historia.
AGalera é a entidade responsavel por punir Lope. AGalera é fogo.

BTS Reaction - “Is he/she really yours?”

you-drive-me-crazy-01 said: HI can you do a bangtan reaction to someone questioning whether their child is their’s because the child doesn’t resemble them so much because their significant other is of a different ethnicity. Thanks and I hope that makes sense. 😊

LOL this happened to my mom once when I was a kid because I looked nothing like her. I can’t stand people who do this, but I do understand their concern. 

Namjoon:

“Oh, how cute is she? Is she adopted?”

Namjoon would just scrunch his eyebrows together and pull his daughter back behind him a little bit. “No..she’s not.” He’d say, before walking away with his little girl in his arms.

Taehyung:

“Aw, hey there little one. Is this your daddy?” The lady would say wearily, peering up at Taehyung from where she crouched in front of the two year old.

The little boy would step back and hide behind his dad’s legs. Taehyung would be shocked, “Excuse me? Yes, I am, in fact.”

Jimin:

His son would be running around the park area and Jimin would be watching from a bench on the side. 

“Which ones yours?” A guy said, sitting down next to him. Jimin would smile and point out the four year old, and the guy would make a face. “Are you sure?” He’d ask.

“Uh, yeah, I’m sure.” Jimin would say, obviously offended before calling out to his son and leaving the park with the little boy in tow.

J-Hope:

“She’s..yours, right?”

J-Hope would be step back and quickly pick his little girl up. “Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?” He’d say, glancing at the woman who questioned him.

Jin:

“Aw, is uncle taking you on a day trip, sweetie? How fun!”

Jin would make a face before gently pulling his daughter away from the woman who was crouched down in front of him. “I’m not her uncle. I’m her dad.” He would say, before leaving with the little girl.

Suga:

“She doesn’t look very much like you. You’re her dad?” The man would say to Yoongi as he was pushing his little girl in the stoller, where she babbled happily.

He’d spin around and shoot back, “Yeah, I am. What business do you have asking?”

Jungkook:

“Oh, how cute are you, it’s so nice to see friends helping out friends with their kids.”

Jungkook would make the Jungshook face, but snap out of it before staring straight at the lady. “Um, no, actually. I’ve helping out my wife by taking my daughter to the park because you know, she’s my daughter. My. Daughter.” He emphasized. 

4

I will find my way,
I can go the distance. 

My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.


He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.


Love, Youngmi

me, wibbling: they DID do shit for you, scanlan, the moment you were like “I’m outie, y’all, I have to find my daughter” they were like “shit, of course, how can we help??” and vax went with you in the sewers to try and find her, and the moment you were like “I’m going to Kymal to find my daughter” they were like “shit, of course, do you want us to come with??” and pike did. you can only ask someone “are you okay?” so many times before you know the answer is going to be “I’m fine, don’t worry about me” and all those kids are kids, not much older than your actual kid (except maybe Pike) and they LOVE you and you are TOO GOOD at lying and what happened the one time someone did saw through your bullshit?? It was Vex and she was kind and understanding and loving and she swore to never tell and she didn’t, scanlan, she never told. I’m not saying you have to be happy and hunky-dory but once you’ve leveled out and had a moment to breathe you’ll understand this and come back, right?

-2 INSIGHT MODIFIER I HATE THE WORLD

Fragments - Part 6

Word Count: 6811 - omg I’m so sorry

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Canon divergence, drinking, some self loathing, mentions of suicide attempt

A/N: Unbeta’d and unedited. Mistakes are all mine. Constructive feedback is always welcome. 

Fragments Masterlist


Your phone vibrating across your nightstand pulled you from a restless sleep. Truth be told, you hadn’t slept soundly since you’d been back except for the night you’d fallen asleep in Dean’s arms. You’d been plagued by dreams of all the hunts you’d been on, the woman you’d killed, the spirits of those little kids, Magda, and her horrible mother. You reached your hand out into the darkness and fished around for your phone, finally finding it and pulling it back to your ear. “Hello?”

“Sorry to wake you, Y/N, but this is important.” Cas answered hastily. “I may have found a lead on the pieces of your soul.” You sat up, resting your back against the headboard and pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Ok.” You breathed. “Spill. What’d you find?”

“I’m hesitant to tell you over the phone, Y/N, I’m sorry, but someone could be listening.” Cas explained. “What I can tell you is we may need to talk to your father.”

“But he’s…he’s dead how are you gonna -“

“We can make it happen.” Cas cut you off before you could finish. Whatever he found out wasn’t good news and it was making you nervous. “I’ll be at the bunker soon.”

After Cas’ phone call you tried in vain to go back to sleep, tossing and turning, before you finally gave up. You changed your clothes and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a tumbler of whiskey and making your way to the library, sitting in one of the chairs and thinking about what the angel had said.

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♠princessxfangirl♠ MASTERLIST

#princessxfangirl masterlist

Updated: June 7, 2017 

If any links do not work, please notify me! I will fix it!

First Copy of Masterlist was done by the lovely @multifandomlove2002

Grant Gustin

I’ll Still Love You No Matter What

But You’re Gorgeous

But You’re Still My Favorite  

Surprise!

Wait, They’re Dating?!

Wouldn’t Plan On It

My Little Nerd

I’m Glad I Caught Feelings

I Want To Fall For You More Every Single Day For The Rest Of My Life

Bless The Soul Who Made Twitter  

In Sickness And In Health

I Love Her Just The Way She Is

I Love Her More

All That Matters Is That I Love Her

Celebrity Crush

Tom Holland

Just Friends 

Tidal Wave (personal favorite)

Beat Of Your Hearts 

Best Gift (warning: this imagine is a little crappy okay. Just putting that out there)

Harrison Osterfield

I’m A One Guy Type Of Girl.

Daniel Sharman

It’s Ice To See You Again

Barry Allen/The Flash

It’s Going To Be Okay   Part Two

Getting Jealous When Iris Is Around Barry

Those Are Just Stories, This Is Your Reality

Cisco and Barry after Barry Just Successfully Asked You Out On A Date

Two Lightning Bolts (personal favorite)

That’s My Daughter, Allen  

I Can’t Help That I Love You

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Just In Time

I Do  

Light  

I Remembered That I Love You  

I’m Not Jealous!   

Dangerous  Part Two  Part Three

It’s Better This Way

I Can’t Bare To Lose You

I’ll Take You Up On That

The Chair Isn’t The Only Thing That Fell For You

Can I Say Something Crazy?

Why Can’t You See That I Love You?

The Proper Term Is Boyfriend

You’re Not Alone

Along The Way

I Lost Her

You Aren’t Dying, You Idiot

I’ll Always Come Back For You

Speedy Recovery

Stop Denying What I Feel

Didn’t See That Coming, Cupid

When Two Worlds Collide

Stand

Don’t Let Go

You Already Did

In Any Timeline and In Any World, I’m In Love with You

As Fast As You

Engage Into An Argument

Try Harder To Be Discreet

Ray Palmer/The Atom

Likewise, Raymond

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Then Let Me  

Harrison Wells

But I Can’t Love You Anymore (Eobard!Wells)

Sebastian Smythe 

Then Ask Me

I Thought I Was The Mean One

Harry Potter

Jealously Suits You

That’s My Boy

Immature, Jealous, Lovestruck Twit

Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider

I’m Not Crazy

Nightmares

Please Remember Me

Don’t Kill Me

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Captain’s Log

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Was He Hot? Very

For How Long?!

Show Me The Ropes… Er… Webs.

Liam Dunbar 

Wait You Kidnapped Him? (Also a Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Derek Hale

Protecting what’s His (personal favorite)

Peter Hale

Demon’s Got Game

Dating The Devil

Numbers Don’t Define Mate

Isaac Lahey

I’ll Never Be Her

Scott McCall

It Was Perfect

Still Beautiful

That Should Say McCall (personal favorite)

Jordan Parrish

You’re A Banshee Now

Theo Raeken

Let Me Clear Something Up Then…

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!  Part Two

Stiles Stilinski

I Just Care About You

Wait You Kidnapped Him? (Also a Liam Dunbar Imagine)  

Why Hello There… (Void!Stiles)

I Don’t Need A Love Spell To Fall In Love With You

This Isn’t You

I Remember

A Lonely New Years