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Scott Gimple & TPTB are warming us up for 7x12

The glares ✔

The glancee ✔

The heroics ✔

The kisses ✔

The hugging ✔

The hand holding ✔

The smiles ✔

The etc… ✔

I see what you’re doing Scottie G… Oh yes I see!!! 👀 👀 👀 👀

We got a Richonne break next week then they kill us all the following week… 😫😫😫

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon


Gripping your shotgun tightly in your hand, you stealthily made your way down the dark eerie corridor.

With your ears perked up and the lights continuously flickering, you kept a close note of your surroundings.

Sam and Dean were being kept here and you were sure about that after two sleepless nights of work. You were fairly exhausted and knew that coming in this weary condition was probably stupid. But what confused you the most, was the fact you had not encountered any demon or other supernatural being so far and that wasn’t exactly comforting. It seemed too easy.

As if on cue, you felt a choking hold on your throat and your back came in contact with the hard wall which made you grunt in pain.

“Look who decided to visit” a masculine voice snarled in your ear making you shudder as you fought against his strong hold.

The smell of sulfur hit your nostrils making your nose scrunch up. Demon. Grabbing the demon knife you hid in your belt, you stabbed him, making sparks appear inside his body, annihilating him.

Rubbing your sore neck, you groaned in pain and saw a door at your far left. Bringing yourself together, you hoped he was the only one on guard duty and strolled over to the door.

Reaching it, you saw dried blood mixed with rust on that iron door and that made you feel uneasy as you slowly pushed it in hopes of opening, but in vain. It was locked.

Sighing in exasperation, you picked the lock and opened it to see your boys, tied together to a pole and your tired lips curled upwards in triumph.

“About time” you heard a gruff voice, only to see a bruised and bloody Dean, smirking at you with his emerald pools.

I’m so sorry guys but I think i’ll always be bitter with Emma...

Because we had this incredible beautiful view of our baby Even

I mean look at him! omg the glasses, the clothes, the way he’s sitting, his hair, his effortless cool swagger. It was a gift from the gods. The music, the aesthetic, the perfection…must I go on? 

But then this happened…

and then this

and soon…

Emma made Even disappear. I just I can’t let this go. the only scene we had of sunglasses Even, and Emma cut it short with her blurry head 😭


Isak’s reaction to this cruelty

A few words to the CW:It is not very hard to believe that all we want to see is a storyline with female empowerment and no love interests.Real life doesn’t necessarily have drama or relationship status:super complicated.You wanna know what real life does have?Independent kickass women who doesn’t need no men.

exercise 02092017

  • 3 x 20 decline push ups at work (vid above of 1st set)

bike ride to the gym

  • 8 x 10 incline sit ups
  • 2 x 10 decline push ups
  • 6 x 10 strict neutral grip pull ups
  • 8 x 10 air squats
  • 4 x 5 incline press machine @ 235# w/ wide grip
  • 4 x 5 incline press machine @290# w/ narrow grip
  • 22 minutes on the elliptical

bike ride home

  • 2 x 5 strict neutral grip pull ups at home
  • felt really strong on all exercises today / invigorated by negative feed back from someone.

the gym workers (Shaina and Tara) received mini Reeses..

more photos from this afternoon after the break. 

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Summary: can you do a tom holland imagine, where harrison introduced y/n to tom and eventually tom and y/n date and tom gets a little jealous of how close y/n and harrison is. one day while tom was shooting late at night y/n and harrison go out to a bar and get drunk and they end up accidentally kissing right when tom walks in,and can you use your imagination to how the imagine ends? Thank youu

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Originally posted by parkerpete

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stationery shopping before the new semester start. I bought them mostly from gramedia and paperclip. here is whats inside my pencil case (left to right)

  • faber-castell connector pen 
  • sakura sharp nocks 0.5 mech.pencil
  • tombow calno bc-gc pen
  • zebra jimnie pen
  • faster high grade c6 pen
  • faber-castell grip x p5 pen
  • standard needle point gel pen
  • snowman 0.4 drawing pen
  • bic marking permanent marker
  • standard needle point refill
  • pilot 0.5 2b polymer leads
  • ziegel germany ruler
  • staedtler rasoplast eraser
  • faber-castell 5mm x 6m correction tape
Me as a teacher
  • <p> <b>Me:</b> Ok class so today we are going to be studying Pythagoras.<p/><b>Class:</b> Ok so triangles aren't so bad at least it's not-<p/><b>Me:</b> Triangles have 3 sides. There are three main characters in Supernatural.<p/><b>Class:</b> Oh no here she goes again.<p/><b>Me:</b> So today we are watching an episode of Supernatural.<p/><b>Class:</b> Well at least it's not work<p/><b>Me:</b> And for homework I want a three page essay on why Dean Winchester is bisexual.<p/><b>Class:</b> *groans* But we did a five page essay on why Castiel and Dean are in love yesterday!<p/><b>Me:</b> *grossly sobbing* THEY ARE IN LOVE AND THEY JUST NEED TO KISS AND BE HAPPY AND I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE THEY JUST NEED TO BE IN FUCKING LOVE!!!<p/><b>Me:</b> *jumps out window*<p/><b>Class:</b> Not again...<p/></p>

exercise 01142017

bike ride to the gym

  • 8 x 10 incline sit ups
  • 8 x 10 decline push ups
  • 6 x 5 strict neutral grip pull ups
  • 8 x 10 air squats
  • 2 x 10 incline press machine @ 235# w/ wide grip
  • 2 x 10 incline press machine @290# w/ narrow grip
  • 21.5 minutes on the elliptical

bike ride home

  • 2 x 5 strict neutral grip pull ups at home

the gym workers (Shaina and Brandon) received mini Reeses

  • coffee at Starbucks
  • funky Confunkshun on Pandora at the gym
  • stopped by the library on the way home to return a DVD and gave the librarians each a Hershey bell
Years in the Making [Simon x Reader]

Originally posted by sdmn-af

“Get a grip, man. She’s just a girl.”

“That’s the thing. She’s not just a girl. She’s never been just a girl.”

Simon watched as you drowned yourself in alcohol - from whiskey to vodka and even beer, it didn’t matter what you were drinking, as long as it would take your mind somewhere else. A couple of nights ago, you found your boyfriend of two years cheating on you and all you could do was drown your sorrows in booze.

“Mate, go on and enjoy yourself,” Josh insisted as he noticed the lanky man’s untouched drink in his hand. Simon sighed in defeat.

“I can’t, man. I just - I love her. I can’t stand seeing her like this.” From beside him, Josh dropped his head and nodded in disappointment. “You’ve been in love with this girl ever since we met her in year 8. Don’t you think it’s time to nut up and tell her how you feel? I mean, the worst thing she can do is-“

“Leave me and never talk to me again?”

As the pair of friends were talking, you noticed them from across the room while you leaned on the currently unused beer pong table and immediately stumbled over to them, throwing your arms around Simon’s shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. The man in question could feel his cheeks light up like a Christmas tree.

“Siiiiiimon, what are you doing? Come drink with me! Let’s celebrate me being forever alone!”

Simon could barely hold onto your swaying body as you drunkenly began spilling your beer all over the two lads watching you be an idiot. “Alright, (Y/N), let’s go find you a place to sleep,” the man holding on to you acknowledged. You tried to shake your head in protest but could feel your eyes getting heavy as you rested your head on Simon’s shoulder.

The man in question scooped you in his arms bridal style and began ascending the stairs of the Sidemen house, nodding his goodbye to Josh.

As he tried to find a comfortable space to lay your head, Simon opened many doors just to find drunken people either throwing up all over the walls, couples having sex, or patrons asleep in the weirdest positions against the walls and floors. “We’re really gonna have to scrub this place clean tomorrow,” Simon thought to himself as he finally found a bathroom seemingly untouched by the partygoers.

He laid you as softly as he could in the clawfoot bathtub using the mats on the floor as your pillow and footrest before sitting on the floor next to you and laughing to himself as he recalled a time in school with you to attempt to put you to sleep.

“Remember that time when JJ was trying to get that girl’s number before lunch and she turned around and slapped him across the mouth?” Simon questioned as you rolled your head to the side, looking at him through half open eyes before letting out a small giggle. “You wanna know wha-what I rem-remember about that day?” you asked in between hiccups. Your pale best friend nodded his head. “I remember while we were at lunch, Mikey Jones asked me to prom and you broke his nose.” A loud braying laugh escaped your lips at the memory but Simon could only blush.

“Well, he wanted to take my best friend away,” the man in question defended as your eyes began drooping, begging you to fall asleep. With all the strength you could muster, you lifted your hand over the edge of the bathtub and grabbed Simon’s hand in yours.

“You know what’s so funny?” you quizzed. He looked at you in admiration. “I’ve been in love with you ever since we met in year 8, but you always ha-had girls after you that I just didn’t bother.” You let out one last hiccup before taking your hand out of Simon’s and turning on your side and immediately falling asleep. The man in question laid on the hard tile floor, sliding his long arm underneath his head for any comfort and nodding his head in approval. “Definitely gonna have to talk to her tomorrow,” he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep as well.


Hi, everyone, not exactly new to the Sidemen fandom, been a fan for about two years now, but my love for Simon have skyrocketed recently and I thought I’d make this blog and help anyone else that’s thirsty for Simon like me. Anyway, let me know what you guys think. :)

Jumin Han x Artist! Reader (part 1)

The grip on your wine glass tightened as you uneasily surveyed the room. Everyone sparkled with wealth and glimmered under the light. The room itself was just as lavish as its guests. Huge bouquets of roses, snowy white table cloths, and an elegant chandelier could be seen. The floor was a perfect reflection of the high arching ceiling above. With a shaky sigh, you turn to look at the paintings you have displayed for the upcoming auction.

They seem almost childlike compared to everything else. Though they’re photorealistic, your subjects mostly consist of animals and landscapes. Millionaires like these will probably prefer something along the lines of Mark Rothko to match their refined tastes. Wishing you had catered better to your audience, you wonder if it will be worth staying the rest of the night. After all, it isn’t like the RFA can’t replace you.

“Oh I’m so glad you could make it!” The party coordinator claps happily upon seeing you. “Oh yes. It’s been wonderful so far.” You respond rather dryly. “Is something wrong? You haven’t left this corner since arriving. If you’re interested, I can introduce you to some clients.” You smile at her willingness to help. “That would be great, but I don’t think anyone here would be interested in my work.”

The coordinator gasps. “But you’re so talented! I’ve heard so many people talking about your work and they seem to really like it.” Flattered by her praise, you sip your glass. “That’s good news. I’m just hoping everything will sell well.” Your next moments are spent discussing how the auction will work.“It’ll be coming up shortly, so be prepared to talk a little bit about your work.” After informing you, the coordinator leaves to chat up some other artists.

You notice, suddenly, how uneasy you feel about your appearance. You’d gone for a more professional look, but seeing the silks and vibrant colors other ladies wore made your black suit look plain. The pinch of your shoes is beginning to make your feet ache, but you try to comfort yourself by remembering how important looks can be in a business setting. Of course all these details disappear once you’re in full work-mode.

Suddenly you find yourself speaking into a microphone for a crowd of potential buyers. They’re awed at the detail of your animal portraits and a few of them smile as you begin to explain the inspiration behind them. “I work closely with the local no-kill animal shelter downtown. Together, we provide animals in need with food, shelter, vaccinations, and emergency medical services.“ 

The fondness for your work can be heard in your voice. “We rescue animals who are victims of abuse and neglect, and aim to provide a safe place to rehabilitate them before they are adopted out.” As you gesture to the artwork, you can feel hundreds of eyes follow.

“Any funds we raise from tonight’s auction will be used to help aid our cause. This includes our yearly Adopt-A-Thon, in which over 100 pets find homes.” With a smile, you begin to pull things to a close. “I have personally worked with these animals and believe they are deserving of loving, forever homes. If you would like to donate please speak with me before the end of the party, or contact our main shelter downtown. We will gladly add you to our list of sponsors." 

With a final word of thanks the crowd erupts in applause. You swell with pride at how well you managed to seem professional and promptly exit the stage. Jaehee, the woman who invited you, begins to auction off the work starting around $5,000. People are eager to compete and the prices skyrocket in no time. You’re left to gape in awe of the wealth of the participants, but secretly you’re giddy from the dreaminess of it all. How many artists can say their work is getting this much attention?

Many people come to talk about your organization after that. One man wants the dogs to advertise his company by wearing shirts, while a woman asks if she can borrow a few of them for a commercial. Throughout the night you get similar offers, but you remind them that tonight you’re only accepting donations. “Any business proposals should be sent to the office.” In the end, you’ve gathered more donators than expected and you’re relieved to see so much charity from the hearts of these people.

“Hello.” A voice brings you back from your thoughts and introduces themselves. “I’m Jumin Han. I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time?” His gloved hand extends in greeting and you can’t help but be startled. “H-hello! Of course! Are you interested in donating tonight?” The man laughs and escorts you to the section of the room where your art is being displayed. “I’m thinking about it, but I had a different offer in mind.” You’re not sure what to think of him yet, so you don’t speak. He takes this as signal to continue.

“Your skills are remarkable. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the honesty of animals reflected this well.” You follow his gaze to a portrait of a calico kitten staring into the distance. “You’ve captured the beauty of this kitten exceptionally well and I belie-” The man is abruptly cut off when two more men come to join you.

The first is wearing sunglasses. Indoors? At night? The second is none other than the famed play actor, Zen. Your eyes widen a bit. You hadn’t expected to interact with someone as famous as him. “Jumin! You’ve stolen the pretty lady I’ve had my eye on all night!” Zen takes your hand, and presses it to his lips in a light kiss. “I’m Zen.” You flush and shakily give your name in response. “Excuse me, but I believe we we having a conversation.” Jumin interjects.

Zen waves him off, but backs away when the other man gives his introduction. “Hello. ___ is it? I’m V. I love your work.” You smile and recognize his name. “Thank you. It’s an honor to display here. Aren’t you that photographer?” V pushes up his sunglasses to view some of the paintings. You notice his eyes are a very pale blue. “Yes I am, but being able to paint is an art of it’s own. You have a good eye for composition.” He shifts and you’re struck by the solidity of his gaze. “I think you’ll be a frequent guest from now on.”

You thank him, knowing his praise is highly valued in the art world. “I’m just happy people have been so generous with donating.” V’s phone chimes before you can say another word. “Ah, that’ll be my driver. Goodnight everyone. Good work tonight, ___.” You give a wave and Jumin bids him a safe journey. Zen is nowhere to be found.

Clearing his throat, Jumin turns his attention to you. “As I was saying, I’d like it if you would create a portrait of my Elizabeth 3rd.” You furrow your brow. “Elizabeth? Is that your daughter?” Was this man even old enough to have a daughter? He looked fairly young, but the way he held himself made you think of the old men who gathered at the country club to golf.

“I don’t normally do human portraits, but I could make an exception” Your offer makes Jumin furrow his brow. “Oh you’re misunderstanding,” he pulls his phone from his pocket and scrolls through, “she’s a cat.” He shows you a fullscreen image of a well groomed white cat. Her hair is long and her eyes are vibrant blue. “Oh.” Is all you can manage. You’ve seen her on bags of cat food at the grocery store.

Suddenly the reality of who you’re speaking with sets in. You’re talking to Jumin Han. Multimillionaire, maybe even billionaire, Jumin Han. This man is on the cover of magazines and is always being featured on the news for his cat related businesses. His cat, Elizabeth 3rd, is always the model! How had you not made the connection?

He probably does play golf with important old people.

“How much would you be willing to pay for a portrait?” You ask trying to recover. “How does $5000 sound?” You’re shocked. “T-that will be fine.” You almost laugh. $5000 is the most you’ve ever been paid for a personal project. In truth, you hadn’t done many, but the idea of having actual money is enticing.

You’d been in a tight spot for awhile now. Living on your own hasn’t been easy since most of your work is freelancing. This project will save you a lot of grief in the future, but now there’s pressure for it to come out perfect. Still, you’re happy knowing you’ll be able to finally catch up on rent. If you’re good about saving this time, you’ll probably have a little left over for other stuff too!

“It would be ideal for you to bring your work to us.” Jumin says as he pockets his phone. “Elizabeth doesn’t like to travel.” You smile warmly. “That won’t be a problem at all. What date would work for the both of you?” He pauses for a moment. “I believe sometime in the evening this Saturday will be best. Does eight sound good?” You nod. “I’m busy most of the day, so that’s perfect.” Jumin’s work probably kept him at the office late, so it’s not like you can schedule your ideal two o’clock. 

Extending his hand, you and Jumin shake on it. “I’ll be expecting you then, Miss ___. I’ll have a driver pick you up.” You furrow your brow. “Won’t you need my address?” He smiles knowingly. “I have connections. Just be ready.” With that you’re left to watch as he leaves. Feeling unexpectedly pleasant, you add the date to your phone

Damn I should have got him to donate.


Part 2

exercise 02162017

  • 4 x 20 decline push ups at work

bike ride to the gym

  • 8 x 10 incline sit ups
  • 1 x 10 (vid above) and 3 x 5 strict neutral grip pull ups
  • 8 x 10 air squats
  • 4 x 5 incline press machine @235# w/ wide grip
  • 4 x 5 incline press machine @290# w/ narrow grip
  • 22 minutes on the elliptical

bike ride home

  • 3 x 5 strict neutral grip pull ups at home
  • the gym workers (Meychel and Sidney and Madison and Wade) received mini Reeses
  • still need to improve on my set of 10 pull ups / i want the 10th to be as smooth as the 1st
  • had a good day at work / learned some interesting stuff

a couple more pics after the break

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