your leg is not worthy

Needle and Thread

A/N: For @riversong-sam‘s challenge :) my song was Angel by Aerosmith (yes, I know Gabriel is an archangel, but until I figure out how to write Cas better enjoy some Gabriel because how can you not)

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, torture, minor language, character death

Word Count: 1283

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Hazes of dark grey shuddered in front of your eyes, your vision having been wrecked by numerous, unrelenting blows to the face. It was safe to say that you were in trouble, big trouble. As in, you were probably about die, kind of trouble. Lucifer had risen, Sam and Dean were scrambling to acquire the Four Horsemen’s rings, and you had been snatched up by Lucifer’s demon squad for intense questioning on what the Winchesters were up to. They were stirring things up, creating commotion, and Lucifer wanted answers. So, there you were, suspended from an old warehouse’s ceiling by heavy chains, thick cuffs pressing deeply into your wrists.

You were about done for, your strength on its last legs, a cringe-worthy amount of blood pooling beneath your feet. You were sure that whenever Lucifer’s loyalists returned for another round of questioning, it would be the last. And you were okay with that. Sam and Dean were close friends, and you’d die for them every day of the week because you loved them, and being a hunter meant not really having any attachments. Except … you did have one attachment, one thread holding your broken self together.

There was a certain archangel … no, not Lucifer. His name was Gabriel, and he was the needle and thread keeping you together. Basically, he was nearly your everything. You had come across him when he was known as the Trickster, and you had a very strong love/hate relationship with one another. You were bitter that he killed Dean countless times, and he retaliated with human-related insults, even though he liked humans. Eventually the insults lost their heat, and they changed into something more … playful, flirty. The two of you weren’t aware that you were falling for the other until you landed yourself in a near death experience.

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This is the first Tony x Reader as requested by bitch-queen-of-hell. It was great fun to do - I loved writing both Tony’s sassy and sensitive side. Plus, there is a little bit of Thor x Reader thrown in there so you’re welcome. ;) Enjoy this one.

Prompt: Hello, can I request a tony stark x reader thats just full of fluff? There isnt enough love for him in the fanfic of this fandom. Maybe something like tony sleeping around and the reader gets angry, and tony realizes how she feels? Thanks love

“Bedtime Stories” (Part 1)

Warnings: Swearing

You rubbed your eyes with the palms of your hands as the warm light of morning streamed through the bedroom window. Shifting in your bed covers, you suddenly felt a hand underneath the sheet and cried out. In kicking your legs out to attack the assailant, you ended up falling over the edge of the bed and tumbling to the floor.

“Jesus Christ!” You snarled, grasping for the bed cover and pulling it over yourself despite being dressed in the perfectly acceptable ensemble of a vest and flannel shorts.
“I prefer Tony.” Your friend chuckled, leaning over the bed to peer down at you leisurely. Smirking, you stood up and wrapped the blanket around your body a couple of times. Tony reached out and curled his fingers around the sheet, pulling you towards him.
“Come on…” He purred. “Surely, we’re closer than this.”

“What do you want Tony?”
“Well, frankly, I want you to lose the sheet.” He hummed softly and you swatted his hand away.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You laughed. Sighing, he jumped out of the bed and stood up.
“Well, initially I came in to see if you wanted to grab breakfast but you were sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to wake you.” He muttered, adjusting his hair slightly in your mirror.
“So obviously the next step was to crawl into the bed next to me.” You muttered, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards the bedroom door.
“Well…yeah.” He chuckled, making no effort to stop you from dragging him across your room. You pulled the door open and flung Tony outside with surprising force. After recovering, he turned back to face you, leant against the doorframe, and folded his arms.
“So, coffee?” He smiled.
“Love some.” You said with a warm grin before closing the door curtly in his face. Despite how much of a complete prat Tony was, you couldn’t help but love him.

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  • Ji Hyo then: I'm just really not good at doing aegyo!! I don't like it
  • Ji Hyo now: *does aegyo even though they were asking another girl to*
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kick me right here in the face

After I told my friend I wasn't comfortable in a bikini because of my stretch marks, she sent me this message

It matters not what society thinks of you, it matters what you think of yourself. And can we stop blaming society for everything because you are society and I am society and Dave from across the road is society and we are all society together this whole notion of skinny and brown and pretty and eyebrows is ridiculous we pluck and pull and cut and ruin ourself to squeeze into a dress, some fucked projection of beautiful, but my beautiful isn’t your beautiful because it’s in the eye of the beholder so whilst pruning ourselves to perfection we’ve stopped looking in the mirror to check for affirmation and taken to looking into the magazines for approval. And in this warped and twisted way we have often forgotten ourselves for the girl on the cover, because she doesn’t have big thighs and scars and freckles and pimples and she must be doing it right because there’s a guy on the front cover just drooling over her legs and her sun kissed skin. Obviously, this is the way to be happy, this is the path to greatness. because the girl in the magazine is smiling. And to smile, we must be like her, adopt her stance. As obviously she is doing it right. But for those who don’t comply we say, “gosh look at her monobrow” or “she’s too fat for that dress” to keep ourselves in, we push others out of the circle, out of the cool and into the undesirable section, a collection of unwanted, unloved and uncared for. Instead of raising ourselves on chairs we’ve pushed others down to feel taller. This is wrong. Because you do not have to be worthy of sexual desire to be worthy of love.
You do not
have to be
worthy of sexual desire
To be worthy
of love
You have to love yourself,
Stretch marks and all.
You don’t have to hide your stretch marks or your pimples or your anything. You have to be okay with yourself when you’re not liberated by dim lighting, when you’re not masked by the shroud of an instagram filter, when you haven’t drawn on your eyebrows or shaved your legs. Because you are worthy of love.
You are.
No matter how you look
Or what you wear
Or the colour of your skin
Or the number on the scales
You are worthy of love.
And maybe I’m not one to talk
But I’m trying
And I will get there
One day soon

MY “babes”, listen to someone who has ACTUAL experience with fad weight loss “supplements” and isn’t trying to sell you something.

I have taken several pills and chews and drinks and fasts and cleanses. I have struggled against my weight and my own body practically my entire life. While taking one particular supplement, I ended up in the hospital after fainting on a hot day. I was severely dehydrated, the emergency room staff could barely find a vein to rehydrate me. 

I had to have it explained time and again that in these cases, the number on the scale does not reflect nourishment. You can have a larger number on that scale and be starving, your body begging you for nutrients. There IS no fast or easy way to lose weight. There IS no pill, powder, tea, or herb that will “melt away the pounds” or make it easier on you. 

I am begging you to say nice things to yourself. To say that you get to wear a bikini whether your tummy is “flat” or not. That you get to wear shorts whether you have cellulite on your legs or not. That you get to tell yourself that you’re beautiful and worthy and can enjoy any summer time without having to lose weight or fit an image of a body that’s “acceptable” that’s being pushed to you.

You’re more than that. We all are. Please don’t fall for it.