you are like the supportive parent i never had

a fun fact about parenting is that if your child is lgbt+, no amount of “i love you"s or “i’m proud of you"s will take away your child’s fear of coming out to you.

i have great parents. they tell me they love me every damn day, and i’ve always had their support. but coming out to them was bar none the most terrifying thing i’ve ever done in my life because they were very, very heteronormative. all the while they were saying they loved me, they never seemed to consider for a second that i could be anything other than straight, and so i had no way of knowing whether or not that love was conditional. do they love me, or do they love the straight daughter who looks like me that only exists in their heads?

my parents love me, my parents are proud of me, but when i told them i’m gay at a restaurant one night, my purse was crammed full of a couple days’ worth of clothes and all the cash i had because i didn’t know if it would be safe for me to go back home.

parents, people who will be parents one day……don’t assume your kids are straight. don’t assume your kids are cis. tell your kids in no uncertain terms that you’ll love and support them if they’re lgbt+, because no matter how well you treat them, i promise you that they need to hear that.

a rant, aka “why everyone should watch ohshc”

my favorite thing about ouran is the complete lack of heterosexuality in the main cast, like

  • the main character is literally an asexual (and possibly agender) crossdresser raised by a flirtatious transvestite dadmom and everybody just goes with it, like no one ever gives her a hard time about it (except for tamaki but we later found out that he only tries to remind her that she’s a girl because he’s genuinely worried about her) or tries to tell her she needs to change. 
  • and as for the host club members, most if not all of them seem to be pretty laid back and flexible when it comes to sexuality (tamaki definitely was into haruhi even when he thought she was a guy, the twins act gay af half the time, kyoya and tamaki have that weird “mommy and daddy” thing, ect.). 
  • there’s an entire school full of singing lesbians.
  •  gender roles apparently don’t apply either; haruhi is tough and mature and independent and never feels like a damsel in distress.
  • did i mention the transvestite dadmom who NOT ONLY works to support his/her daughter and rocks at being a single parent, but is respected and accepted by haruhi’s friends.
  • that one story arch where kasanoda had a crush on haruhi but thought she was a guy and he just accepted it like “ok i guess i like guys now that’s cool”
  • (in the anime at least) haruhi never has a *sexy* bra and panties shot (she gets walked in on while changing a couple of times but it’s never a fanservice type thing), and remains independent and uninterested despite being surrounded by hot guys 24/7. because, you know, it’s possible to be just friends with someone even if they’re physically attractive. 
  • haruhi and hikaru go on a date and share a couple of romantic moments, but things don’t really work out and they both accept it and stay friends without either of them being bitter or resentful.
  • and none of this is even treated like a big deal? it’s all just accepted as the way things are? 
  •  basically this show is the best. end of story.
She has his hand, he holds my everything.

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader

Words: 2,5k

Warning: probably sad. Smuuuuut.



A/N: listen to this song .. + plus I am sorry (or not) I’ve got a prompt request and wrote this. This is also my first smut, be nice 😂❤️

I love you piggie 🐷 thanks for proofreading. @golddaggers

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Part two

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

The role of ‘Winter Jones’ was the first real acting job I’ve got. And I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. The Teen Wolf crew was so welcoming and they made it very easy to feel like I was already a part of the family, after just one day of shooting. Honestly, I was prepared to feel like the new kid in school, but I couldn’t be more wrong. Everyone was really friendly and kind. They showed me the entire set and introduced me to everyone who was working there.

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I’ve Got You.

request- hey, I really loved your fic Family! I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is a member of the spn cast and she is around 16 and emancipated from her family, but the rest of the cast doesn’t know for the simple fact that it hasn’t ever come up, but they find out after a fan asks about her family and she tells them that she’s emancipated and doesn’t keep in contact with her family. This later leads to a chat with the cast about why she never told them…?

requested by- anon

characters- Jared x Platonic!Reader, Jensen x Platonic!reader.

warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of abuse, mentions of self doubt.

a/n- I feel like this is kinda a lot like ‘family’??? but regardless, I enjoyed writing it.


Your family was always a sensitive subject for you, growing up was hard enough but when you had parents who took everything out on you and weren’t supportive at all.. lets just say it got tough.

You found out what ‘emancipation’ was when you turned fifteen, it was around the time you had gotten an audition for a roll on Supernatural as Sam’s daughter. 

Booking the roll meant you had to leave your small town in Denver to move up North to Vancouver, Canada. It was then you decided to go to the local council so they could help with being emancipated, you had proven you were over fourteen and that you would have a legal way to make money, you had also told them why you wanted to be emancipated, they understood.

Within four weeks your court date was delivered, you arrived, finished the hearing and then, a few months later when you were about to leave for Canada, you got the news that it was all finalised. You could finally live a life without your parents.

Of course the producers of the show and network knew, they had to know, the cast however didn’t know.


You were at another convention doing a panel with Jared, the questions were lighthearted and funny but you knew the deeper, more personal ones were approaching.

A young girl stepped towards the mic and spoke, “hi! My name’s Belle” you gasped which made Jared laugh, “Belle’s my favourite Disney princess oh my gosh! That’s so cool” you chirped into the mic, the girl laughed a bit and thanked  you, “this question is for Y/N, if that’s okay” she laughed when Jared stood up and kicked the stool playfully, you shook your head “ignore him, what’s your question?” You asked her trying not to laugh when you saw Jared pout as he sat back down, “okay, so you’re from Denver, which is quite far away from where you film, I was wondering if that effected how close you are to your parents?” She asked, you let out a nervous laugh, “uh, aha, I actually don’t talk to my parents anyways? Around this time last year when I found out I had the roll I went through the whole emancipating process? So I don’t live with them or I don’t have to talk to them… Yeah” you concluded before letting out another nervous laugh, Jared quickly thanked the girl for her question as they moved on to another.


You were sat in your hotel room when there was a knock at the door, after the panel you said you felt sick and went straight to your room, luckily all your photo-ops were the next day.

With a sigh, you stood up and walked over to the door, slowly you opened it and smiled a small smile when you saw Jared stood on the other side, “can I come in?” Jared asked, you nodded your head and opened the door wider for him to walk in, you quietly closed it and turned around.

He was watching you closely as you picked up a book that was led on the bed, you bookmarked it and placed it on the bedside table, “you okay?” He asked, you let out a sigh, “I honestly don’t know..” you quietly answered.

He walked over and sat on the bed, he patted the spot next to him, “come on.. talk to me” you debated in your mind for what felt like an hour before you sat down facing him with your legs crossed.

“How come you didn’t tell anyone?” Jared asked after a few seconds of silence, you shrugged your shoulders, “never came up in conversation” you answered quietly, “I don’t know… I just didn’t know how, I guess” you avoided his gaze and looked down at your hands that were absentmindedly playing with your bracelet.

Jared sighed quietly, “do you mind me asking why?” He asked again, you were silent for a while, “okay, that’s fine, when you want to talk I’ll be here to listen” he placed a kiss on your forehead and started walking towards the door when a small voice made him stop, “they were never there…” he turned around, “not once, they always found a new way to make me feel shitty about myself… so I left…” you quietly trailed off, Jared came back over and sat down, he turned to face you, “have you talked to them since?” He asked, you shook your head and blinked back the tears.

“I’ve debated whether to or not… part of me wants to leave all of that behind, but another part of me wants to know whether they actually miss me” you sighed, “what did they do exactly?” He asked quietly whilst rubbing his thumb over your knee in comfort, “what didn’t they do?” You laughed, “they wanted to shape me into the perfect kid, they thought that the best way to go about it would be to yell at me, to… belittle me and make me feel like crap! They’d padlock the kitchen cabinets so the only time I’d eat would be when they ate, and even then they wouldn’t give me much… If I did something wrong, even just the slightest bit wrong they’d lock me in my room! I couldn’t live like that anymore, it wasn’t fair!” Jared went to speak but you interrupted, “even when I was depressed they didn’t care. They refused to take me to the doctor, said that it was all in my head and that I was looking for attention” Jared had tears in his eyes as he watched you pour your heart out to him, “do you have any idea what it’s like to want help, but to be refused it? To want to get better but your parents said no because it’d ruin their ‘perfect image’, it’s exhausting” you cried, “I was trapped and I couldn’t get out, and I couldn’t do it” that was when you broke, sobs racketed through your body as Jared quickly scooped you into his arms.

He held you tight, one arm wrapped securely around your body and the other was against the back of your head, pressing it to his chest, “it was too much, and I couldn’t do it” you spoke. Jared shushed your and held you close, rocking slightly, “you’ll be okay, I’ve got you” he muttered softly, you clung onto him and cried until there was no tears left.

After a while of just sitting there, Jared felt two arms wrap around him, “thank you” you whispered, he smiled and placed another kiss on top of your head before squeezing you tightly, “don’t mention it. Don’t be afraid to open up once in a while, okay?” He said, you nodded your head and yawned a little, Jared loosened his grip and went to unwrap your arms from him when your grip tightened, “please don’t go” you whispered, he shuffled up the bed whilst holding onto you and led down, your head was resting on his chest, his arms were protectively holding you as darkness overcame both of them.


It was around an hour later when Jensen strolled up to your hotel room with your spare key-card dangling from his fingers.

He’d knocked on the door for ten minutes beforehand but got no answer.

He quietly opened the door and froze at the sight in front of him, a small smile graced his lips as he grabbed a throw from one of the chairs and covered both Jared and yourself.

He quickly fished his phone from out of his pocket before snapping a photo, he chuckled softly to himself and walked out of the room quietly closing the door behind him.


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Excusing, Understanding and Forgiving

Snape killed Dumbledore because Dumbledore asked him too. Snape needed to gain Voldemort’s trust in order to win the war. I can excuse and understand Snape’s actions

 James Potter was a pureblood and came from a wealthy family. His family treated him well and he loved them. James had a group of friends who would die for him. James mercilessly bullied a poor, dirty boy who came from a toxic home for no other reason than “because he exists” and he was close to the girl James liked. I can not excuse or understand James’ actions.  

Experiencing trauma at a young age messes with how you view the world. It can make socializing and determining right from wrong more difficult. Snape’s parents neglected and possibly abused him. Hogwarts was supposed to be his escape but Snape was bullied there too. Snape could never properly cope because of a lack of support and motivation. Snape became a teacher and after being degraded his entire life, finally had power over others. He could finally be the one to cause hurt instead of being hurt. I can not excuse Snape’s actions, but I can understand them. 

Forgiveness is based on how big of a mistake was made, what was done to fix it and personal experiences. I can forgive Snape and James because both did many good deeds and fought on the side of the light.

I just saw someone post, “Never comfort men. Their entire existence is comfort.”

Well, time to take a few minutes out of my day to call out complete rubbish. Let’s go.

No one’s existence is entirely comfort. No one’s. Not even the richest person on the planet has a totally comfortable and perfect life. 

And just being a man does not mean men do not need comfort, or love, or peace. Because in case you rabid pinheads didn’t know, everybody has the ability to have insecurities or anxiety or depression or a rough life.

What about trans men? Men of colour? Abused men? Men with mental illness? Men who grew up without parents and went from foster home to foster home? Men who were still wet behind the ears and had to support their entire family before they were adults?

Stop with this despicable belief system that says men do not deserve love or care or respect or encouragement. Because you know what that makes you? Not just a misandrist, but a bloody bully as well.

If a man said, “Never comfort women. Their entire existence is comfort”, I bet all of you would leap on him like ravenous wolves and rip him to shreds. 

And yet you say the same thing about an entire group of people without thinking you’ll receive backlash for it, or even considering you’re wrong.

Well, you are wrong. Terribly, bloody wrong. And you need to take a minute to take that icy rock out of your chest and thaw it out so it’s a heart again.

Men commit suicide. Men get abused. Men get bullied, by people like you. Men have insecurities. Men hate themselves. Men have low self-esteem. Men have depression, and anxiety, and mental illnesses. 

They deserve as much love and comfort as anyone else. Always. 



And to any men or boys reading this: never believe you’re worthless. I know how bloody toxic the atmosphere on this hellhole of a website is sometimes. I know, trust me. But it isn’t true. None of it, not a soddin’ word of it. 

You are wonderful, you are precious, and you are just as important as any woman out there. That’s the thing about equality - in its most basic, realest form, you all are worthy of love, no matter your gender or your race or your age. You are a light in this world, because every single soul is. Your heart beats and starlight runs through your veins and you are such a wonderful being. Truly.

I am so sorry that so many treat you the way they do. You do not deserve it. You don’t. Don’t ever think you do. You deserve the world and Heaven knows I would give it to you if I could. As it is, all I can do is offer my support and my words. 

Don’t think you don’t deserve comfort, love, respect, or encouragement. You do. You deserve every scrap of it. And if no one else will give it to you, my inbox is always open and I will be there to listen if you need help. Because that’s what human beings do for other human beings, regardless of gender.

I love you, my friend. And I think you are a treasure. Don’t forget that. You have the ability to change the world, and live your life the way you always dreamed. I believe in you. Just remember to believe in yourself, and never give up, no matter what people tell you. Don’t give up. You’ve got this.

Keep your chin up. It’s gonna be alright, and your life will get better - just as you deserve it to.

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I just came back from rewatching homecoming and I paid especial attention to the last scene with Tony and Peter because I remembered a post by @knightinironarmor mentioning how people were gonna take it as Tony self-congratulating rather than worrying about the consequences of taking the suit away from Peter… and here’s what I have.

a. Tony wearing sunglasses in that scene. Which are clearly an emotional barrier, distancing himself after their last conversation.

b. He half hugs Peter. After telling him they’re “not at that stage yet” and that’s like clearly an attempt for Tony to be physically and emotionally supportive unlike his father was.

c. He starts off by congratulating Peter verbally, just as he tried to do after Washington. Something he SAID in IM2 his father never did.

d. “I’m sorry I took your suit” are like the first words that leave his mouth. Though he reminds him he had good reason too. And that’s like the most parent-who-hates-punishing-his-child thing.

e. When the “dismissing the consequences” talk starts, though, Tony’s hand clenches around Peter’s shoulder tightly. And I’m different shots you can see his fingers fighting anxiously and his hand squeezing him, like Tony has to physically reassure himself that Peter is still here, still alive, despite the consequences he’s clearly not talking about.

f. (This is the left arm, btw, same he held tightly during their post ferry argument jsyk)

g. Only after Peter says no to his offer, does Tony take the glasses off, virtually opening his heart out as he asks if Peter is rejecting “him”.

h. HIS SMILE AS TONY LEAVES.

I’ll just patiently wait for the gifsets but in the mean time I thought this was all worth pointing out, you know? Before people start trying to throw wank around.

anonymous asked:

another reason rhajat is better than tharja is rhajat isnt an abusive mother and is actually caring toward her children, and if noire didnt go to the past from the future and cause tharja to actually care for her child tharja would still be abusive

True o: It’s a shame we don’t know about Tharja’s upbringing because I suspect that she was raised the way she tried to raise Noire (or, even worse, that’s actually how you raise a kid in Plegia?). Maybe she thinks that’s how you raise a kid. What is even weirder is that she truly cares for Noire, we can see it in their Future Past convo:

Noire: M-Mother?! Y-you’re here?! B-but… how? Did… did you resurrect yourself with some kind of curse?

Tharja: Hee hee… And what if I did?

Noire: It wouldn’t matter one bit!

Tharja: … It wouldn’t?

Noire: Of course not! […] You don’t know how lonely I’ve been since you sacrificed yourself to save me. […] Oh, Mother! Please don’t ever leave me again!

Tharja: Noire… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. Your mother hasn’t come back to life. I’m not her.

Noire: B-but…

Tharja: I’m a different Tharja on a brief visit here from another world. I’m not the one who raised you. Sorry for getting your hopes up.

Noire: Oh, you… Oh. I… I suppose I should have known. Death is permanent, after all… But I meant what I said. I am happy to see you, even if you’re not… you. Even if you are from another world… Even if you’re here only briefly…

Tharja: Good. Then I’m happy too. You were saying earlier that they took your talisman, weren’t you? Let me make it up to you by helping you get it back.

Noire: Really? You’d do that? Oh, thank you! *Sob* Mother…

Tharja: Tears? Really? What am I supposed to…? Listen, I don’t have much time. But while I’m here, I’m going to make the creatures who tried to hurt you pay.

I don’t know Tharja well enough to try and speculate, but it’s pretty clear she loves her daughter, and that Noire reciprocates this love. Noire states Tharja protected her at the cost of her own life. Tharja feels guilty (Tharja! Guilty!) for teasing her about such an important topic. Tharja apologizes TWICE in the same minute (in all her supports, I think she only apologize to Donnel, and only once). She feels the spontaneous need to do something to compensate for getting Noire’s hopes up. And, above all, she is ready to DECK those who tried to hurt/kill Noire. Tharja’s feelings and intentions are really hard to read… I can’t come up with a logical reason as to why she’d treat Noire badly but still love her so much at the same time (except maybe that she was herself raised like this).

Anyway, you are right: Rhajat treats Kana adorably. I know, I know, “default supports”, but you know very well that the Parent/Child supports are never an exact copy/paste depending on the customizable parent. Tharja herself acted rather cold/uneasy with F!Morgan (though she expressed distress when Morgan had her sudden headache). 

(End of their C-support.)

(Beginning of their B-support.)


But Rhajat? She acts SO SWEETLY. Motherly, at ease. RELAXED. Which is pretty amazing coming from Rhajat.

End of their C-support:

F!Kana: Really? You won’t be too busy?

Rhajat: For you? Never.


End of their A-support:

F!Kana: Mama, thank you for taking such good care of the flowers I got you. This makes me so happy!

Rhajat: And thank you, Kana, for all the love you’ve given me. And for the flowers, of course. I’ll cherish them for a long time to come.

[…]

Rhajat: You know, we didn’t pick those flowers we saw the other day… But we did manage to make some nice memories, didn’t we? I hope we have many, many more like them.

F!Kana: Me too! I love you so much, Mama!

Rhajat: Heehee. And I love you too, Kana.


But most of all? 

These lines made me lose my shit entirely

(Well, Rhajat, that escalated qui-)

(OH MY GOD NOOO O O O O KANA WHYYYYY)

SHE’S ACTUALLY FLATTERED. I’M DONE. BEST PARENT/CHILD SUPPORTS, 20/10.

(more about Rhajat and Kana HERE.)

anonymous asked:

how much do you love auston matthews?

so, so, so much.
auston matthews is the highest drafted latino EVER. he is and will be an inspiration to SO MANY kids that have never seen someone like them on the ice and on tv and publicized like this. he will be the best and little kids will look at him and say, “i want to be auston matthews one day.” and thats just. thats just so incredible.
you know what else? this desert boy from arizona went to a coyotes game one day, said to his parents, “i want to do that,” and then DID. of course, credit to his parents for supporting him and encouraging him and making sure he COULD do it, but on auston’s part–he had to know he had to be better than everyone else. he had to know he needed to work twice as hard to get noticed in the way everyone else would.
and so he DID. he practiced and worked and pushed himself until he was BETTER. (and better, and better, and better, and finally, best. he went number one, yall. number ONE.)
and he has broken RECORDS this season, yall. records.
but megan, you might be saying. you havent said anything about AUSTON MATTHEWS yet, and you’re right. ive talked about his accomplishments and how inspiring he is.
so. let’s talk about auston.
this wonderful boy is nineteen years old. god i love him. anyways.
he’s nineteen and he’s an absolute MEME. he has a harambe sweater that he LITERALLY WEARS UNIRONICALLY PROBABLY. he cant dance for shit. he doesnt celly for goals until he cant handle keeping it all in and EXPLODES. (speaking of which: when he does that double ski pole thing and just SCREAMS? my favorite goddamn thing in the whole world.)
he’s a goofball and a wonderful teammate and a leader. and he is in love with hockey and carpools with his best friend and smiles shyly at the media when they question him. he gave all four (FOUR!!!!) of his debut pucks to his mom. his legs shook on his draft day. he comments on his friends’ instagram posts from years (2013 for connor brown’s, i believe) ago. he chirps his teammates on social media and at practice. he has no idea how to dress himself without layers and layers on clothing.
TD;LR: i love auston matthews so, so, SO goddamn much. because i look at him and i see his accomplishments and i feel so incredible proud, but i also look at him and see the parts of his personality that he’s let us see and i see myself. i see a kid who’s barely an adult, who smiles and laughs but obviously feels the pressure, and i see him doing incredible things anyways.
that wasnt a short tdlr. i dont care. i love auston matthews.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something where Emma and Regina have been together maybe a few months but Snow is still not very accepting of their relationship and is very vocal about her disappointment in Emma's choice and Emma is struggling through the pain her mother intentionally causes Regina comforts her and reminds her people do support them and believes Snow will come around in time?

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Regina frowns as she hears sniffling coming from their bedroom. She pauses as she enters, leaning against the doorway, her heart breaking as she sees Emma curled up on the bed crying. 

A tear slides down her cheek as she sees her girlfriend’s pain, caught between the two things she wants most; the family she’s been missing her entire life and the family she made when she came to Storybrooke. 

Regina had always feared how people would react and Snow’s lack of acceptance was expected, hurtful, wounding but expected. She had hoped by now though that Snow would have put aside the past and seen Emma’s happiness.

If only. 

Regina crawls onto the bed shuffling herself into Emma’s arms knowing that the blonde prefers to hold over being held. “What happened?” she asks as Emma squeezes her softly, resting her head atop Regina’s. 

Emma sighs, her eyes red rimmed and cheeks flushed as she replies, “The usual. I met Snow for coffee…I thought maybe she was coming around but she reminded me once again how disappointed she was in my choice…I hate it Regina…all I ever wanted was to find my family and I did…and it hurts…” 

Regina bites back her own tears as she leans up and wipes Emma’s away with the pad of her thumb, “I know Emma and I’m so sorry. I never wanted this either, for you to feel like you had to choose, I want you to have all of us in your life. I don’t want you to lose your parents over me.”

“I don’t want to have to,” Emma tells her, “I just…I wish they could support me…”

“Charming does,” Regina reminds, “So does Henry, and Granny, Ruby, the dwarves, Archie, hell even Gold…people support us, plenty of people are happy for us.” 

“But not my Mom…”

“No…but she’ll come around.” 

Emma sniffs and smiles sadly, “How can you be so sure?” 

Regina shrugs, “Maybe I just want to believe.” 

“The Evil Queen giving hope speeches?” Emma teases.

Regina smiles, “It must be you Charmings rubbing off on me. Your mother loves you and hopefully one day soon she’ll realise that that is what matters most, that you are surrounded by people who love and care for you. I have to believe that because it’s what I want most for you.” 

Emma nods holding Regina even closer to her, “Me too…I cherish you.” 

Regina smiles softly tilting her head up so she can kiss Emma tenderly, “And I adore you.” 

Undoing

If you had to choose between faction loyalty and your family, which one would it be? Which one becomes your undoing?

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                    He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges

                    I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

                   There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs
                   And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

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Being Teddy Lupin’s Twin Sister // Teddy Lupin Headcanons

a/n: I forgot how much I loved Teddy until I saw this request so I got so excited when I read it! Also requests are open :)

  • Having the same abilities as him and wearing your hair in the same shade of blue 
  • Being in different houses and being very competitive with each other
    • Also being very competitive on the Quidditch field which makes you both two of the best player
  • Teasing him about Victoria and how all the girls at Hogwarts are head over heels in love with him
  • Him being very protective over you
  • When you start dating, him interrogating your date to make sure his “intentions are pure” as Teddy would say 
  • Basically being the Fred & George of the new era and pulling pranks on all your friends
    • George being ecstatic when you and Teddy ask him to join in on one of your schemes 
      • But being secretly sad that Fred isn’t here to do it with him 
  • Helping each other cope with the loss of your mother and father 
  • Being very close with Harry, Ron, and Hermione
    • They’re like the parents you never had 
  • Molly giving you matching Christmas sweaters that you wear during any season of the year
  • All of the teachers at Hogwarts loving you and despising Teddy because you excel in their classes whereas Teddy fools around the entire time 
    • Helping him study for tests and exams and that’s the only reason he doesn’t fail 
  • Your pranks mainly being centered around using your abilities to transform into the professors or other classmates
    • One of your most famous pranks involved turning into Snape and walking around the corridors in a shirt that read “I love Potter”
  • Always being supportive of each other and always there for one another
Bite Me (Part 2)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings as of yet!)

Warnings: Minor character deaths, violence, swearing

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,059

A/N: This is the second installment in my first ever fanfic. Thanks to everyone who gave me support and love for Part 1! Still a slow burn, always a slow burn. We’ll meet a Winchester in the next chapter, promise! These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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The only face that filled my childhood memories was my uncle’s. No mom. No dad. Just Uncle Jay. The thought of parents had never entered my mind until we came across a family camping in the woods a few miles from our cabin. I remember asking him about my mom and dad, an innocent question in my five-year-old mind, and his response being, “It’s just us, Small Fry. We’re the only family we need.” He always called me Small Fry, a reference that was lost on me as I had never visited a fast food restaurant before. I asked him what a fry was one day and he tried to make some in a pan on the stovetop, but popping grease and several swear words later and our potatoes ended up being mashed that night instead. I remember laughing at him as he danced around the kitchen with the hot pan, arm stretched as far away from himself as possible before he threw the whole thing into the sink. He kept his nickname for me well into my teen years, even into my early twenties when I would scowl at him and say I’d outgrown it. If I had known there would come a time when I would never hear anyone call me Small Fry again, I would have realized the blessing of an affectionate nickname much sooner rather than years later with the loss of its memory. 


I was in the final stages of having all of the people in the feeder room back as far away from the door as possible when it was splintered from its hinges by a massive force. The smell of rotting meat permeated the entire room as the vamp I assumed to be Iver slowly walked through the doorframe, followed closely by Marv and Gareth. My left fist tightened around the broken bedspring I had managed to pull from the mattress while the fingers in my right hand held a shard of glass, poised and ready to throw.

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Part 6. This was not the plan

Summary: After a divorce the reader finds out she is pregnant with Dean’s child. It is a constant battle trying to build a better relationship with Dean. Unfortunately there are things to be discovered and overcome in order to rebuild that relationship with Dean.

Author’s Note:  Expect a lot more angst in the next parts. I’m still accepting people to tag on the series. After this part, I won’t be accpeting anymore. Feedback will be appreciated!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.


The room was filled with silence at the dinner table. All eyes were on your mother who sat at the end of the table. She would viciously cut her meat with her fork and knife as if she was killing her enemies’, heart. Once the piece of meat was in her mouth she would rapidly chew it, after swallowing it, she will immediately get a drink of her wine. None of you dared to say anything afraid that she will burst out. When your mother finished she quickly got up with her dishes and left to the kitchen. No less than a second she was out and making her way to her room. 

“Someone was in a hurry” Nat exhales the breath he was holding. Now that your mother was in her room, she took the tension with her. It felt much easier to breathe and actually eat without being afraid of doing something wrong. Dinner was soon done with, allowing you to have some time to talk to your father. You volunteered to help with tonight’s dishes allowing you to have quality time with your father. 

“Hey Dad…can I ask you something?” You ask as you dried up the dishes he handed you.

“What is it?” Your father asks while he had his eyes on the dishes.

“Why does mom hate Dean so much? I mean at first, I thought she didn’t like him because I disobeyed her…but…theres more into that.” You explain. There were so many things you didn’t understand about your family but the one that remains a mystery to you was the relationship between your parents. You had to admit your mother was very controlling, manipulative, strict and well not fun at all. Unlike your father who was full of life, kind, caring, generous and just so supportive. They were total opposites but maybe it was true what they said, “Opposites attract.” Your parents were living proof of that, you just hope that your mother has shared this information with your father. 

“I honestly don’t know. I always liked Dean and you know you had my full support. You still do…but I can’t speak for your mother.” You father said looking at you. You knew you had to ask your mother about this but there was no way she was going to answer you. Besides being controlling and manipulating, she was mysterious. There was so much you don’t know about her, she never got close to you nor your siblings. 

“Alright, thanks, dad.” You smile at him. “No worries, good night hun.” Your father kisses the top of your head before leaving. You were drying up your hands with the towel when you saw your sister walk in the kitchen.

“So you want to know why mom hates your baby daddy?” Blair chuckles slightly. 

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No Control | Chapter Twenty-Eight

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

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TWENTY-EIGHT

*Gif is not mine.*

Harry

“Oi, come off it, Gem,” I immediately warn. I knew she’d be tough, but I didn’t think she’d be so hostile so quickly. 

“What did you expect, Harry?” she asks. “Haven’t seen her since August. Figured you did what you always do and got tired of her after a month. Wouldn’t be the first time. Except this time she wasn’t a model or summat.”

“That’s not fair.” I stand from my chair as I watch Micky sink further into her’s, trying to make herself disappear into the wood. “And me dating women doesn’t mean you get to be a twat when you meet them.”

“Someone’s gotta look out for you, H, because you’re sure as hell not looking out for yourself,” she demands

I open my mouth to respond, but Mum cuts me off.

“Enough, both of you,” she says sternly. I haven’t heard my mum sound so sharp since I said ‘pussy’ on live television, so I already know that she’s proper angry. Gemma seems to lose steam with Mum’s interruption, and I can tell she’s very pointedly avoiding looking at Micky, like a petulant child. “Thought I raised you better than to yell at each other like children when you have arguments.”

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anonymous asked:

Bi demi trans girl Molly finding a perfect match in hetero demi trans boy Arthur

He couldn’t ignore the sobbing. No matter that the hallway was empty. No matter that this person was alone and maybe wanted to stay that way. No matter that they’d never know Arthur had been there if he just left. That just wasn’t who Arthur was.

Arthur peeked into the empty classroom. A shock of red hair immediately identified the person crying as one of the Prewett’s. Arthur didn’t know any of them very well and wasn’t confident in which one it must be even though they shared a House, though he wanted to say it was the eldest.

“A-are you okay?”

The sobbing halted suddenly. A red and tear-streaked face peeked out at him. “I’m - I’m fine. Go a-away.”

Arthur was torn. He wanted to respect their wishes and leave, but he knew that when he was hurting that bad, he usually just wanted someone to tell him everything would be okay. He stayed.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you want. I could just sit here with you.”

After a few sniffles, there came a quiet, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Arthur was immediately on alert and subconsciously stepped towards his Housemate, kneeling beside them. “Can’t do what?”

“This,” they made a vague gesture in the air. “I’m not a boy. I’m just tired.”

Something within Arthur leapt. “I’m not a girl,” he replied.

He received a strange look in response. “Of course you’re not. Nobody thinks you are.”

Arthur smiled, a tad bitterly. “They used to. And some still do. But I knew I wasn’t from a young age and fortunately had parents who understood and supported that.”

“You’re… You’re like me?”

“Seems so.” He pulled a spare piece of scroll out of his pocket and transfigured it into a handkerchief, then offered it up.

“Thanks.”

“So how long have you known?”

“I think I’ve always kind of known. It never bothered me until second year, though. It’s just gotten worse and worse since then.”

“Have you told anyone?” he asked.

“I don’t know how.”

Arthur put a gentle hand on her shoulder. “That’s okay. So what’s your name?”

“Molly,” she smiled shyly. “Definitely Molly.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” he told her. “I’m Arthur, and I don’t believe we’ve formally met.”

Molly laughed - a gorgeous, genuine thing - and shook his hand. “Thank you,” she said, and he knew the gratitude went beyond the handshake and the handkerchief.

That meeting was just the beginning of Molly and Arthur. They became nearly inseparable after that, studying together and staying up late, talking in the common room. Arthur talked about being demi, which helped realize Molly she felt the same way. Molly talked about being bi but never really exploring that, feeling she couldn’t get close to anybody due to her secret. They talked about politics and poetry. They talked about coming out (which Molly didn’t end up doing until after graduation). They talked about family and how they both wanted a big one. They talked about graduation and how scary the world was and not wanting to be alone when school was over. And somehow they ended up moving in together and it wasn’t until Arthur was late home one night, held up at his new Ministry job to help clean up a Death Eater scene and hoping Molly was okay and Molly was home from her job and worrying endlessly about Arthur that they realized the extent of their feelings for each other. And then they really couldn’t be separated. Neither of them believed in soulmates, but if pressed for an explanation of how they felt each other, that would have been the word both of them used.

~Hufflepuff Mod

Gardenia laid her head on Laila’s lap and closed her eyes.

Gardenia: I just hurt knowing I can’t carry another baby ever again. I don’t even want anymore children, but if I did I could never have anymore. You told me you never wanted to be pregnant, and just the thought of it made you scared and uncomfortable, so this is it for us.

Laila: I could carry a baby for us if you want to. It’s not something I necessarily want to do-

Gardenia: No, I would never ask you to do that.

Laila: Okay, then we could adopt if you wanted another baby?

Gardenia: That’s the other thing, I could adopt, and I feel like such a selfish person for being sad when I could adopt a child who’s life is probably much worse off than mine is right now. Then I think again how I don’t want any more kids, so why am I even this upset in the first place. It’s stupid.

Laila: It’s not stupid. The news you got is hard to process. Even if you don’t want anymore kids, even if you had never wanted kids to begin with, it would still hurt and feel kind of weird. You would probably always be wondering what if.

The thing is Gardenia, you need to tell me these things. I’m here. I’m your wife. Whenever you’re hurting like this, I’m here to listen, and to support you through all this.

Gardenia: I know, and I’m sorry. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts. I’m done being alone though. I miss my parents, I miss my kids, and most importantly I miss you. Will you forgive me for shutting me out?

anonymous asked:

Hey Seda, for the prompt thing, love me or value me for Poliver (obscure ship I know so it's ok if you don't want to - also doesn't have to be those prompts I'd just love to read what you have to write about them, if it's not too much trouble / difficulty for you ) xxx

I have written another Percy x Oliver a few months ago, i will link it if you want to read that, too. (x

Also, one of the things I love the most is how some of you send me a ship I usually don’t write because you want to know my take on it. It feels like you trust me with your ships and it makes me feel fuzzy inside. So thank you :)


“Oliver, for the love of Merlin, stop tapping your fingers on the desk,” complained Percy. It was very hard to concentrate on his Transfiguration essay that was due in four days when Oliver was being an insufferable arse. He checked what he was doing stealthily.

“There’s a game tomorrow Weasley,” he said angrily without lifting his head up from the game plan in front of him. “Maybe you should re-read your Charms essay for the hundredth time somewhere else.”

“It’s Transfiguration!”

Whatever,” snorted Oliver and raised his gaze guiltily to look at Percy. “I’m sorry. You know how stressful I get before Slytherin games.”

Percy stood up and went for the stairs without even replying Oliver, he had enough of how careless he was with his words. Percy had tried to be nice to him, he had even helped him with his homeworks when his Captain duties made it hard to keep up. Percy had even considered that maybe he liked him but it was impossible. He knew people said opposites attract but Oliver was impossible to handle.

“Percy, don’t be ridiculous,” shouted Oliver as he stood up. “I won’t tap my fingers, promise.”

Percy started climbing the stairs, he was used to being ignored by his siblings but when Oliver did the same he felt his veins get tighter because even though he was obsessed with Quidditch, he was one of the few people on Percy’s level. He was smart, he was determined and he was a perfectionist. He was tall, he had broad shoulders and a hoarse voice, he was as perfect as someone would get but Percy didn’t have the patience to deal with someone like Oliver.

“Percy don’t make me walk there,” he sighed. “You know how lazy I am.”

“I know how lazy you are and I know how stressful you get before games, not just Slytherin games because that’s who you are.”

Percy couldn’t believe what he was saying but he never left anything unfinished, he knew that.

“I know everything about you even though you may think I hate you but you, Oliver, still haven’t learned that I hate it when you out of all people scorn my commitment to my academic life and I’ve had enough. Good luck at the game tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you coming?” asked Oliver, he was looking down like a small child who had been scolded by his parents.

“No, I’m not,” replied Percy firmly. “Why should I support you when you don’t support me?”

“I never thought–”

“Well, there you go,” mocked Oliver. “You never think. I can’t believe I thought I had a crush on you.”

Percy clapped his hand on his mouth as soon as the words left his mouth.

What?

“Um, pretend I never said that,” he mumbled and started running up the stairs.

“Weasley!” yelled Oliver. “I need you at the game tomorrow.”

Percy stopped on his tracks but still, he didn’t speak.

“I play better when you’re there,” smiled Oliver, Percy could hear it in his words. “I can’t help but show off.”

Percy climbed back down slowly and stared at the Gryffindor Keeper who had a wicked smile on his face. 

“I mean only if you want to, of course.”

“You’re an idiot,” teased Percy even though he knew full well that Oliver Wood was no fool.

“I know,” he replied and went back to his game plan as he patted the chair right next to him. “I promise I will be quiet. I don’t know how but you calm me down.”

“That was you calmed down?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Merlin help me.”

Best Man II - Tommy Shelby

Tommy finds out that your parents didn’t come to the wedding because of him. He reveals an insecure part of himself to you. @danyodonoghues

Best Man II - Tommy Shelby | part of the Able Series

“Tommy would you stop following me around.” You muttered, grabbing a hold of the hand he had just placed around your waist. You were standing a table in the back of the hall, speaking to a guest you didn’t actually remember inviting when Tommy had come up beside you and placed an arm around your waist.

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Tropico (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: This is a fic inspired by the short film Tropico by Lana Del Rey. It’s super long, and it’s taken me so long to get it right, but I hope you enjoy it! This fic had a lot of support from some amazing ladies so I’d like to than fluersverts for her support, Lale for her everything (and being my beta), and City Angel for helping me translate my Spanglish. Enjoy!

TW: violence, drugs, smut, guns, death, (lol it’s a lot sorry)

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