you better love me a whole lot

I’M SCREAMING, GUYS!!   can you believe it’s been a whole year since i started roleplaying our lord   &&   savior,   hunk?   somehow it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long,   &&   yet   –   here we are!!   honestly,   if i’d never made this blog,   i’d have never met a lot of people that have changed my life for the better.   i am so grateful for everything that’s happened this past year,   good   &&   bad,   because it’s shaped me into the man i am,   &&   i’m grateful that i had hunk as a way to help myself get through it.   i’ve not got a lot of free time lately,   so i don’t have time to say everything i’d like to say to everyone,   but THANK YOU ALL   –   BOTH NEW   &&   OLD FOLLOWERS FOR STICKING AROUND WITH ME   &&   FOR SUPPORTING ME   &&   HUNK!!   even if you’re not on the list,   i love   &&   appreciate each one of you – 
                                    all my love
                                                      emmanuel                                 + art cred!!

THE SQUAD   –   the people who put up with me   &&   talk to me on the regular   ( still trying to figure out why lol )   –   you guys have a special place in my heart!!   thank you for being a part of my adoptive family   &&   a part of my life!!

@saiichii   +    @aureurn   /   @pluvihelion   +   all your other blogs   /   @sunlived   +   all your other blogs   /   @antiquethief   +   all your other blogs   /   @ledthem   +   all your other blogs   /   @lifewilled   + all your other blogs   /   @pyrohelion   + all your other blogs   /   @cloudedglen   /   @vcrde   /   @riverborne   /   @bellora   /   @bomba-tea    /   @mutilans 

HEART EYES TBH   –   people i’ve not interacted with at all or people i don’t interact as much with but i think are super cool   &&   i would like to get to know better!!

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THANK YOU ALL FOR A FANTASTIC YEAR, && HERE’S TO ANOTHER!!

One thing about chronic illnesses that people really don’t seem to understand is that rest doesn’t make it better, at best it can slow down how bad you feel at that time or help it feel a bit more bearable but it’ll get worse if it wants to whether you’re resting or not

Sometimes you’ll be forced to rest because you can’t do anything else, but that doesn’t mean resting makes it better. When you’re chronically ill, you don’t get better, and rest definitely doesn’t leave you feeling refreshed and full of energy

If your whole body hurts and it’s painful to move then you have to rest but it’s horrible doing that the whole time, I know you’re supposed to rest when you’re sick but actually a lot of spoonies I’ve talked to hate it and would love to be able to be more active but we can’t - the last thing we want to do is spend more time at home in bed on our own

Resting doesn’t make anything better for me, it just helps to stop it being worse - everything can still hurt if I don’t do anything and I’d be happier if I could go out, even if that would hurt much more

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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

  • you: why do you even still like rwby?
  • me internally: because it was a huge special interest of mine when it came out, practically saved my life at one point if I'm entirely honest like yea I know it has plenty lot of problems like one of the writers can't take any sort of commentary or Jaune being too much of a focus but still I find the characters super endearing and love the designs a whole lot really I just keep hoping that it'll get better and in little ways it has despite the ways it's weak
  • me externally: sniper....scythe....go fast
Something To Prove

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Fandom: MCU ; Spiderman (2017)
Warnings: /

Summary: When Happy isn’t available, you have to pick up Peter from school for a mission. Your dad’s orders.

A/N: I told you, didn’t I? Just a fluffly little thing. (also, I love the idea of a reader, who is tony’s daughter and dating peter. my kink, tbh haha) (added Peter to my fandoms page)

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A school’s gym. A place that stinks of sweat and stinky socks and one, where boys always had to cover up their erections when they saw their hot classmates in shorts that barely covered their asses. 

Not your favorite place in the world.

But thankfully enough, this would only be a short visit.

Being the daughter of Tony Stark had always been beneficial. For one, private teachers. And no gym classes. For that, you had enough Avengers who decided to be your personal trainer. Which wasn’t fun either, but better than this.

No, you were here today, because you had to pick up Peter from school for a mission.

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Filipina-British-American Immigrant

Hey everyone! I’ve been following this tumblr for a while and I love it. Not only has it addressed problematic representations of Asian people in the past, I have also learned a lot on portraying other non-Asian people of colour. I’m currently working on an alternate universe-dystopian novel where the Cold War turned “hot” but with people of colour as the main characters. I have come across novels that portray this, but it’s often from a white person’s perspective.

While I am fully Filipina by blood, I identify as a Fil-Brit-Am: born in the Philippines, lived in England for 12 years and currently live in America. Below is what I have experienced and/or observed.

Beauty Standards

Just like what some people have said on here, whiter = more attractive. In the Philippines, walk into any beauty store and you’ll instantly see tons of skin-whitening products. With women, pale skin was a beauty staple; with men, being handsome meant being “tall and dark”, but not “too dark”. In England, it was such a double standard. I went to a mainly white secondary/high school where for white girls, it was attractive to have tanned skin (the more tan = more attractive) while girls of colour were seen as the opposite. In America, you were “exotic” (my situation) or shamed.

Daily Struggles/Culture

Oh man. Balancing conservative Filipino values with those of the less conservative English was a struggle, especially going through puberty. While it was normal for my friends to hang out in the park after school everyday, date who they wanted and just get home before it was dark, my parents gave me a strict curfew (always way earlier than when my friends would go home) and pressured me to not date until finishing college. Back then, I resented my parents for what I saw as my lack of freedom. Looking back now, I understand why. We lived in a neighbourhood where crime was relatively high and during the time, it was also where a surge of immigrants from East Asia flowed into the UK. As you can imagine, our presence wasn’t welcomed. My parents were simply trying to protect me.

Dating and Relationships

For a lot of immigrants, education was THE way to progress to a more secure future. During my teenage years, my parents emphasized this with the whole “no dating until you finish college and have at least some form of a stable job”. They mellowed out after some time. In some talks with my mother, she said that my dad and her would prefer me to marry a Filipino because they would have a better understanding of our culture. However, if he is a good man, loving etc, the race wouldn’t matter. 

Food

In England, I discovered staples such as the “English breakfast”, cake with custard, scones, fish and chips, Indian curry while keeping to Filipino dishes at home (adobo, pancit anyone?). Even though I had the option to bring lunch to school, I decided to have meals from the cafeteria. Whether that was from a moment of other children thinking my lunch food was weird or I feared of being seen as different, I can’t remember. In America (with more diverse communities anyway), they’re more open to food of other cultures.

History Repeating in the Workplace

Philippines - you’ve guessed it: colonialism. From beauty standards to power, whiteness is seen as the best. Just like another poster has said, it makes me sad that Filipino culture has been eradicated through the ages and that I never got to experience it.

England and America - Having benefited from colonialism, there is a lot of colonial mentality (though subtle). From stories I’ve been told from my parents and their generation, this is common in workplaces. White people are fine working with people of colour until they hear that a person of colour is applying to be their manager. Then they suddenly have a problem (with the whole mentality of “people of colour can’t be leaders” crap). 

Identity Issues

With three cultures part of my identity, I never really knew what my identity was or even how to identify myself. I always had the feeling of “belonging everywhere and nowhere” at the same time. it was only until last year that I discovered a term for it: third culture kid (or fourth for me I guess). Third culture kids are people who have developed multiple cultures from having lived in multiple places: one from their parents’ culture, one they grew up in and the third being a combination of the two. It has helped me with my depression, as it stemmed from the fact that I had no label to call myself while everybody else seemed to. If you are like me, I would suggest the book Third Culture Kids: Growing Up Among Worlds by Ruth E. Van Reken and David C. Pollock. It helped me a lot.

Misconception/Micro-aggression/Religion

In England, discrimination was more towards the Asian community (in particular, the Muslim community despite living there for a long time). In secondary school (high school), I had the typical comments of “chink” and talking to me in a mocking Chinese accent. I remember one time when a guy asked me where I was from - I answered “Philippines” and he immediately said, “so basically Japan?” *rolls eyes* 

As I was raised Catholic, the family went to church every Sunday. After some time, due to some pressure from my mother, I became an altar server. We became pretty close to the church community. What I didn’t remember is when we first attended mass, (as my parents told me later) they had openly looked at us with disgust. This shocked me as I couldn’t imagine the church goers being so mean. Talk about “loving your neighbour”. Makes me wonder what would have happened if I didn’t become an altar server…

Things I’d like to see less of

- Asian women being portrayed as submissive, shy, petite or as the Dragon Lady

- Asian women only being seen as scientists (with the whole smart, nerdy Asian trope). What about writers? Mechanics? Musicians? Leaders even?! One of my characters is an Asian woman who is an investigative journalist.

Thing’s I’d like to see more of 

- Asian people being friends with or at least, being respectful towards non-Asian people of colour (in particular, black people). It’s my hope that my generation and the ones after ours will bridge that gap.

- That writers of colour get more representation. 

I look forward to learning more from y'all!!

Read more POC Profiles here or submit your own.

Updates by Peter Parker - Peter Parker x Reader

Request: ok so after watching the new homecoming trailer i’ve been drawn to the idea of peter making those little videos to send to his s/o / partner because after finding out about spider-man they’ve been almost over protective of ya get my drill. idk. it’s cute and you’re the only writer i’d trust with it

A/N: Sorry its been so long, guys! There’s been college stuff and vacations to worry about, but we’re slowly getting back into the groove of things. If you’ve requested something a while ago, don’t worry, we’re getting on those! I hope you guys enjoy this one! I wrote half of it a week before I saw Homecoming and wrote the rest after, so I hope I do his character justice?? (Also the breaks in between separate the videos, if that makes sense??)

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BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jimin Version

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Pro tip: when going to hide inside of a closet, make sure to bring a comfy blanket or sheet to lay on, because god damn the floor is so hard and rough. You weren’t just sitting inside your best friend, Jimin’s, closet for fun. Just a few minutes ago, you were in his living room, battling him out in the tie-breaker round of Mario Kart. Your character, Daisy, was currently beating his Luigi racer. Of course you had to keep your focus, because even though you had an immense lead over him he could easily acquire a blue shell and pass you up, taking 1st place for himself. You tried striking up conversation with Jimin, trying to distract him from his racing so you could get a farther lead ahead of him.

“Jimin, how come Luigi and Daisy don’t have an in-depth love story like Mario and Peach do? Don’t you think they deserve to have the same recognition for their love too?”

“Stop it Y/N. I know what you’re trying to do, but its not gonna work this time.” Jimin teased, nudging his shoulder against yours as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

“I’m dead serious, Jiminie. They deserve just as much as Mario and Peach do!” you protested, nudging him back while your Daisy threw a banana peal behind her. Jimin this time gently kicked your thigh with his foot, jamming buttons on his controller as he fought to catch up.

“I don’t. If you and I were together, for example, I wouldn’t want the whole world to know every single thing about our love life like Mario and Peach. Its better to have a relationship like Daisy and Luigi, quieter, but still acknowledged and accepted.” he explained, activating his Bullet Bill and gaining a small lead over you. You cursed softly and kicked your feet in frustration.

“I’d want the world to know you’re mine, so that no one would try to take you from me. Because I really do like you Jimin, like a lot, and I’d want the world to know that.” you said quickly, so quickly that Jimin barely caught any of it. But he did. And his button smashing ceased as he looked down at your still playing figure.

“Y/N?” he asked in a soft voice. You paused the screen and looked up at his wide eyes. Your eyes mimicked his as the dawning realization of what you just said rained down on you, quickly throwing the controller at Jimin to distract him as you ran into his room and dived into his closet.

Now here you were, sitting with your knees close to your chest as embarrassment bubbled in your stomach and dreed filled your heart. You really blew it this time, didn’t you? What if your friendship is ruined now because of your accidental confession. You sighed, just as the door to the closet opened, looking up to see Jimin standing above you. He knelt down onto his knees, avoiding your gaze.

“Y/N… do you really like me?” he asked, his eyes soft and voice sweet. You couldn’t find the heart to speak, so you just nodded your head and hid your face in your knees, awaiting the rejection you knew was to come. But the words never came. Instead you felt Jimin grab your hand, and felt the soft brush of lips caressing your knuckles.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.”

Georgia Gal

Pairing: Bones x (Southern!)Reader

Word Count: 1914

Warnings: Some swearing, general bar creeps

A/N: Not my first fic ever but my first Bones fic! Very loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Galway Girl” (maybe if you squint?). Let me know what you guys think!! 

You weren’t quite sure how you kept ending up in this situation - settled in alone a noisy bar with your friends long gone and tongue deep in strangers by now.

“I need to find better friends,” you muttered to yourself as you knocked back what was left of your drink.

“Well, then it’s lucky I’m here” came a cocky voice from your right.

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Laura’s goodbye

Hello petals, yesterday and today I talked with Laura about why she decided to delete her blog. 

I understood her reasons and I agreed (ofc, duh) to post this message on her behalf. Now I beg you, please read her words, for she really, really wanted to let you all know why she did such a thing. 

What you’ll read it’s extremely important and I hope you can find a bit of time to think about her reasons and the whole situation concerning our fandom and the relationship between writers and readers. 

I’m sure we all will miss Laura, because she was not only a great writer but also a lovely, beautiful person <3

So, without further ado, these are Laura‘s words for you.


Hello guys! It’s Laura (previously @pantaemonium-deactivated2017062).
First of all I want to thank my dear Conny for allowing me to post this on her blog. I really wanted to have a chance to say goodbye to you. 

Many of you will be wondering what happened, how did someone who had just posted that morning and gave no sign whatsoever that she was going to leave… actually left with no explanation at all. Truth be told, I had been thinking about deleting for the longest time. As time passed, I felt more burdened, more pressured to write Fallout, or create contents you would like instead of going for the stories I wanted to write and, at some point I could no longer write a word of the many stories I had started out of an impulse. For someone whose only way of expressing herself is writing, this was devastating and it was taking a great toll on my mental health I was not willing to face for the sake of my blog. 

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stag do

this is pure fluff :’) my sweet lil bean

Word Count: 1,645

Rating: PG-13

hope you enjoy!!

It was very weird to have Joe away from you. Sure, you two were apart sometimes, usually for work, but he didn’t go on holidays very often, so going back to an empty bed at night was quite odd for you. You had to remind yourself not to go to his office and try to coax him away from his computer and into bed. He had only been gone for a few days, but the flat felt so empty without him that it felt like a lifetime. You had done your best to let him have his fun with his mates from back home; it was Ben’s stag-do and Joe rarely got to see him alone, much less all his old friends at once.

He had been really good about checking in and sending you lots of pictures, showing you that he missed you too. He even managed to sneak in a facetime call between the bars they were going to, and it warmed your heart to see him on your phone screen.

However, his little reminders didn’t keep you busy at home for long. You had spent the whole of the last few days deep cleaning the whole flat, washing all the sheets and remaking the beds, unpacking a few boxes of stuff that just needed to be put away, and even assembling a new table that arrived for the guest room just to keep yourself busy in your down time. Still, you found yourself bored without Joe beside you. So to say you were excited to have him back home was an understatement. You answered on the first ring when he called that evening.

“Hi!”

“Ello love, we’ve just landed, I’m getting off the plane in a few minutes and then I’ll catch an uber home!” He updated you, and he sounded a bit tired, but also happy to be back on the ground.

“Okay! I can’t wait to see you!”

“Same here. Do you want me to pick up a Waga’s on my way in? I can’t be bothered to cook.”

“I can order it and then you can just come straight home,” you said a bit too quickly. You heard him chuckle into the speaker.

“Baby, it’s on the way and it’ll take five minutes. I’ll call it ahead so that it’s quick and then I’ll be home as soon as I can.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it made you blush. You always got overexcited to see him, and he thought it was the cutest things. You were still shy about it, because a few of your exes had found it annoying.

“No, you don’t have to call ahead, don’t rush. Sorry to be pushy, I just miss you,” you mumbled.

“Hey, none of that, nothing to apologize for. I like pushy, and I miss you too. Were about to get off the plane, so I gotta go. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too. Hurry!”

And with that he hung up, and you began to wait again.

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All That I Can Give To You

Characters: Dean x reader (mention of Sam)

Warnings: none, fluff

Word count: 877

A/N: this doesn’t really have much of a plot, it’s just some cute fluffy stuff

Sleep. That’s all you would ever do.

It surprised Dean when he first met you the amount of times you could just lean your head against something and fall asleep. With being a hunter, it was usual to only get a few hours a night- maybe even a week- and then be ready to go. But not you. The hunting life drained you of energy which resulted in you sleeping pretty much everywhere you went.

When you first started dating he would always wake you up in worry that you had passed out or something bad had happened to you. It didn’t take him long to realise that you just loved to sleep, even when you couldn’t help it.

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Goodbye Skam

Hello everybody

Since as we all know Skam is ending tomorrow I just wanted to take a moment to write a post thanking all the amazing people I’ve met here and that have made the Skam experience so much better.

You know, I remember the exact moment when my life here in Tumblr changed. It was the day that the last clip of episode 4x03 was about to air. I remember that I had this scene in my head and I decided to write it and post it even though I’ve never really liked to share my writings because I’ve always thought that I’m no good at it. I remember that after that I went to the cinema and when I got out of it I checked Tumblr and I was completely overwhelmed by the support and love you all showed to that drabble. And after that I decided to post another fic and after that another one and another one and another one until today.

Another meaningful moment for me was when I decided to do the Skam Week. I remember being so crashed after episode 5 that I thought I’d never write anything again but when I saw that everybody here in Tumblr was as sad as I was I decided to try to make everyone feel a little bit better and that’s how the Skam Week was born and let me tell you that I can’t thank you all enough for the support that you showed me during that week. Just the simple thought of one person taking the time to read something that I’ve written, it still amazes me.

I can’t put into words how amazing and special this season has been for me. Because I’ve had the chance to live it with all of you and that have made the whole experience a lot better. The excitement I got every time there was an update and I got to share my thoughts with you and you share yours with mine that’s something I’ve never taken for granted and it’s one of the things I’m going to miss the most.

I love Skam as a whole but this season has been special for me because I’ve got to live the full experience, I’ve got to feel the anxiety and excitement while waiting for an update, feel the frustration when the update wasn’t what we expected, feel the joy when it was better than we expected. I’ve cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve got angry and I’ve got happy and what this season has made me feel no show has ever made me feel. And again, a huge part of that is thanks to all of you who are here every day sharing this experience with me, making me feel part of something.

When things went wrong in my life for whatever reason, when I was overwhelmed or sad I’d just go in here and see your posts and your messages and I would instantly get in a better mood. When I was too tired to even write or to even think I’d tell myself “you have to do this, you owe it to them”.

With all these what I want to say is THANK YOU. Thank you, thank you and a thousand times thank you for being there to share this experience with me, via fanfics, via posts, via direct messages, via anon messages. Everything.

I’m not going to mention all the people that has been there for me one by one because I’d never end but I want to thank each of you who has taken a little bit of your time to read something I’ve posted, being it a fic or not, who has taken the time to like, reblog, comment or send me an ask. Thank you to everyone who has lived with me in my denial island where everything was happy. Thank to all of you lovely people with who I’ve been sharing conversations about Skam and about life via chats, you know who you are and you’re all super important to me. Thank you to all of you who have taken the time to translate the clips and the texts because without you, us international fans wouldn’t be able to enjoy this amazing show.

And finally, thank you SKAM.

Thank you because when I say that this show has taken over my life I swear I’m not exaggerating. This show has taken over my life this season and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. And especially Yousef and Sana’s relationship, I’ve never been so invested in a ship in my life because what they made me feel, I can’t even put it into words, it’s the purest relationship I’ve ever seen.

I know that once I watch the last clip I’m going to feel like a part of me has been taken and I know it’s going to be really hard to deal with the loss of Skam but I’m sure that we will survive this because we are a family. And I’d like to take this chance to say that even if tomorrow the clip isn’t what we would like it to be let’s all try to enjoy it because it’s the last clip we’ll ever get and I want us to enjoy it together, no wars, no fights.

Thank you Julie Andem for creating this show, even if sometimes we’ve wanted to kill you, you’re an awesome writer and I’ve never seen a more perfect show in my life. The way this show makes me feel with one scene, with one look, with one sentence, with one song even with one text, it’s something I’ve never felt with any other show.

Thank you Sana Bakkoush for teaching me that hate doesn’t come from religion, it comes from fear. Thank you for teaching me that we have to put other people first and we have to be nice to everyone even when they wrong us. But also thank you for teaching me that we need to speak up for ourselves and fight against the unfair. Thank you for represent all of us who feel like we’re not the main character in our own lives. Thank you for being the way you are and for teaching us to be tolerant and respectful and that we should rather be true losers than fake winners.

Thank you Isak Valtersen for teaching me that we’re not alone. Thank you for teaching me that life is now and that we should rather live a true life than a fake one. Thank you for being the one who introduced me to this amazing show.

Thank you Noora Amalie Sætre for teaching me that everyone we meet is fighting a battle we know nothing about and to be kind, always. Thank you for teaching me that people need people and that our body needs potatoes.

Thank you Eva Kviig Mohn for teaching me that our opinion of ourselves should be more important than the opinion people have about us. Thank you for teaching me to forgive and to ask for forgiveness.

Thank you Vilde, Chris, Yousef, Elias, Even, Mutta, Adam, Mikael, Jonas, Magnus, Mahdi, Linn, Eskild and every single character of this show for teaching me what a true friendship is. Thank you for teaching me what true love is. Thank you for teaching me that every story has two sides, two versions, and that we shouldn’t make assumptions until we know all the story. Thank you for teaching me that everyone makes mistakes and that we should learn from them.

Thank you SKAM for being the best show I’ve ever watched.

And thank you all for sharing this experience with me.

SKAM will end soon but we will always have it in our hearts and we won’t ever forget what this show has taught us.

THANK YOU.

And remember

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Dean x Reader Series

Drunk Last Night: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (conclusion)

There and Back Again (AU w/ resurrected John Winchester): MasterlistPart 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 coming eventually

The Arrangement (rich!Dean AU): MasterlistPart 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 (the gala) - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 (conclusion) - Epilogue - Epilogue 2

Hold On, I’m Coming (Firefighter!Dean AU): Part 1 - Part 2

Dean x Reader One-Shots & Drabbles

Sleep Without You  

Mistaken Identity

Tuxedo 

Speak Now 

The Demon Within (Demon!Dean)

Defending Your Life (S7:E4 rewrite/reader insert)

Christmas: Tree Hunting

Hard to Love

Angel in Blue Jeans

Something I’m Good At

Makin Me Look Good Again

Can’t Hold Your Liquor 

This Can’t Be The End (S5:E4 rewrite/reader insert)

Marry Me

Dean x Reader Imagines

Imagine: Taking Dean to Your High School Reunion

Imagine: Dean’s Reaction to You Getting the Croatoan Virus

Imagine: Getting Into a Fender Bender in the Impala

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Honestly that pause before Emori told Murphy the truth and how deliberately she chose to do so and look ice-cold in his eyes and make zero apologies for it. Like. I’m not here for “even Murphy can’t trust her”, y’all, he’s the one person she DIDN’T lie to. She took the chance he’d look at her differently if she was as balls-out ruthless as humanly possible and he just respected and loved her extra.

God, this episode stressed me out because I saw the twist coming the whole time (pats self on back) and I knew it would make a lot of the audience turn on them and Emori especially, and I already kinda hated it for that. But just so you know where I stand – John Murphy doesn’t want, nor does he deserve, a love interest who is a cinnamon roll and makes him a Better Person with her goodness and light. I think there is something *so much more interesting* about the fact that Memori bring out something sweet and real and caring in each other, while also being pretty terrible people who would manipulate and throw people under the bus to save themselves and each other. Murphy is a more sincere, gentler person because of Emori and still they SQUASHED THAT LOVE = REDEMPTION ARC like a bug and I’m into it.

Fiction needs conflict; we’ve been really overdue for a reminder that both Murphy and Emori are Chaotic Neutrals at best, and the fact it came in the same episode as Murphy dancing around adorably and Emori raving about his cooking skills is a bonus as far as I’m concerned.

Fight For Love - Theo Raeken and Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

Summary: Theo brings an injured Stiles to (Y/N)’s doorstep after a brutal fight over her love.

“(Y/N). Help!” I heard from outside my door followed by loud knocks. I quickly ran to the front door after putting on my dressing gown due to me being in my pj’s. I swung open the door and Theo shoved past, holding a bleeding Stiles.

“Oh my god! Quick, put him here.” I say as I run into the kitchen and shove all the books off the counter. “I think I still have a kit from Deaton; give me a sec.” I run out the room and search for a small green box that had needles and supernatural healing remedies. I spot the box in one of my draws and grab it, sprinting back down to Stiles. 

“Okay, what happened? What creatures done this to him?”

“Uhh werewolf.” Theo mumbled and I raised my eyebrow giving him a quick glance. 

“Stiles, you okay?” I say as I hold his cheek making him look me in the eyes. He cries in pain and shakes his head, unable to talk. “We need to work quickly.” I rip his shirt off and grab a cream, needle and thread out of the box and lay them out in front of me. “Stiles, I’m sorry but this is going to be one of the worst things you’ll ever feel.” I say before applying the cream to his wounds. He flinches and wails in pain. “Hold him down, Theo!” As I begin stitching his wounds I see Theo’s veins turning black. I smile at him softly when I notice how much pain he’s also going through by absorbing Stiles’. I look back down at Stiles and notice that he’s now passed out which will make it easier for me to work on his cuts.

“What happened?” I ask Theo as I continue to stitch Stiles together.

“There was this uh.. giant pack of werewolves.. and uh..-”

“I know it was you. I can see his blood on your fingers. Why?” Theo inhaled deeply and sighed. 

“He found out something and went crazy angry. Started yelling and punching me. It was like he was out of his mind. And then something came over me and I just… You get the picture. When I came to my senses I realised he was hurt. You were the first person I thought to come to. You know, with all your training with Deaton and stuff..” Theo said but it was obvious that he left some parts out. I decided not to press further on the subject and I finished stitching Stiles in quiet as Theo fumbled around looking at all the different creams and liquids I had stored. 

“All done. He should be awake in an hour or so. I’ll just put him on my couch and watch over him.” 

“I’ll stay too!”

“What?” I giggled.

“I mean, to watch over him. I’ll stay and take him home when he’s better.” 

“Okay… I’ll go and set up the couch one sec.”


“You grab his feet.” I say as I walk back into the kitchen after setting up the fold out couch. I grab ahold of Stiles’ arms/shoulders as Theo grabs his feet and together we carry him to the couch. “Get me when he wakes up, will you?” 

“Oh, I thought I was staying with you?”

“You’re staying there.” I laugh and point at the other side of the pull out bed, next to Stiles. “Goodnight!” I smile sweetly and head off to bed to get an hour or so of sleep.


“(Y/N), wake up.” I feel a hand lightly shaking me. 

“Huh?”

“Stiles, he’s waking up.” I shoot out of bed and quickly make my way downstairs. When I see him propped up on his elbows I smile widely.

“So? How are ya feelin?” I ask smug.

“Not too great, if I’m honest.” He groans.

“Yeah, Theo told me what happened.”

“What? You told her? What the fu-”

“No, not that part.” Theo said with a look that said ‘shut up’.

“What part?” I cut in. When no one answered I got annoyed. “Theo?” My voice deepened. 

“Okay, okay. We were fighting over you.” 

“What?” 

“Theo said that he was going to ask you out and I got angry at him” Stiles interjected, guiltily. 

“And so Stiles here decided to throw a few punches.” 

“I would’ve beaten you if it weren’t for your dumb powers. It’s cheating.”

“Oh, you wanna go again? No werewolf powers and I’ll still smash you.”

“Stop! What the hell has gotten into you two? You’re acting like children. Can someone please actually explain what the hell happened?” I yelled which shut them up.

“Theo told me he was going to ask you out and he’s known for months how much I like you. It’s as if he was doing it to spite me.”

“Oh, because I can’t like a beautiful girl who doesn’t treat me like they think I’m about to kill someone every second of every day!” 

“Well, have you ever thought about not killing people?” 

“I haven’t since I developed feelings for (Y/N).” Theo turns to me and his whole aura changes. “You honestly changed me for better, (Y/N). I don’t know what I’d do without you. Frankly, I’m scared of what I may become.” I stand there, looking at the two in shock. 

“T-this is a lot for me to take in right now. I love you both so much but… I just don’t know in what way I love you. I think I need some time to figure out my feelings… Theo, can you take Stiles home? Without hurting one another?” I say softly. He nods and they leave quietly before Stiles turns around and thanks me for helping heal him. I smile and close the door, locking it. I lean my back against it and huff. “Jesus Christ. How am I going to do this?” I mumble to myself before making my way to bed, eventually coming to a conclusion.

I love…


If you guys enjoyed this let me know and I’ll write an alternate ending for each of them! It should only be a short epilogue of some sort, though.

Auston Matthews - Marry Me

Originally posted by paraelresto

What better way to kick off a Monday than with a Matts imagine?!

Request from @bbymatts :  Hey can you do an Auston Matthews imagine where he sets up this really sweet date and at the end he proposes and it’s just super cute and lots of fluff?!! Thank you! ❤️

“Matts stop worrying,” Willy called out. “She’s going to love this!”

Auston nodded trying to shake his nerves, “maybe it’s too much.”

“Oooh no big man, you’re not backing out now,” Mitch replied.

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