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Tue, 26 Jun 2018 05:03:21 -0400

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spideykisses: starfuhl: cummied: flailing-blogger: If you want to be friends with me you don’t...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 05:02:03 -0400

starfuhl:

cummied:

flailing-blogger:

If you want to be friends with me you don’t have to be “Hi, um, can, ya know, we be friends?”

It is 1000000000000000000000% percent ok if you just go into my inbox can go. “Man, I am so fucking pissed off at fucking Michael.” And I’ll most likely respond with, “Oh shit! What did Michael do now?“

this is such a good post because asking ppl if you can be friends can make them feel so uncomfortable but if you approach them like this its SO EASY to start a conversation and let a friendship develop naturally

hey yes anyone just hit me up anytime I will gossip and give advice and be totally supportive and non judgmental just sayin

^^

His Bookworm, Her Rockstar

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 04:27:19 -0400

shawnm521:

Being on tour with him was so exciting. You loved traveling, especially with him. He was so much fun to be with on the road.

This was one of the nights that you guys were sleeping on the bus, driving to the next state so he could perform the next night.

Everyone had retreated to their bunks early, being that they all performed that night and were exhausted.

You though, were in the middle of a really good book and had your little lamp on so you could read in your bunk.

iMessage from Shawn<3: I love you.

You giggle and grab your phone, hearing him shuffle from the book across from yours.

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leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid: Receipts in PocketsPairing: Jensen x Reader; Jensen x OFCWord Count:...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 20:01:03 -0400

leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid:

Receipts in Pockets
Pairing: Jensen x Reader; Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 490
Warnings: Cheating, talk of infertility, mild violence
Summary: Jensen never cleans out his pockets.
Author’s Note: Written for @impala-dreamer ’s Tell Me an Angsty Drabble Challenge. I needed something to motivate me and this idea smacked me between the eyes. Please note this is a work of fiction and if you can’t remember that while reading, please fuck off. You don’t own Jensen, Danneel does. Don’t police me.
Receipts in pockets, you were always finding receipts in Jensen’s pockets when you did laundry and after ten year together it made you crazy. The pair of jeans you held in your hands however did not have a receipt in the pocket.
Your thumbs smoothed over the glossy photo in your hand, a 3D imagine of a baby’s face staring back up at you. Along the top of the image were size measurements but also details about the baby. 32 weeks and 4 days; a girl.
“What is this?” you whispered to yourself. The ultrasound didn’t make any sense to you. You weren’t pregnant, a fact that had hunted you for the last 5 years of trying to get pregnant with your husband.
With you bottom lip worried between your teeth, you stared at the image until you were startled by the deep timber of your husband’s voice.
“Hey babe, have you seen my….” He stopped short, his olive stare locking on the picture in your hand. “Baby, I can explain.”
Those four words were enough to have your heart shatter in your chest and tears cloud your eyes.
“She’s yours.” It wasn’t a question and Jensen dropped his head in shame.
“Ash and I, we never meant for this to happen.”
“Ashley? My best friend? The one I threw a baby shower for last weekend?” Your voice cracked and you shook your head in disbelief. “How long-when-oh god.” Bile rose in your throat and you fought it back pressing the backside of your hand to your mouth, the baby photo fluttering to the ground.
Jensen stooped down to retrieve the picture, standing slowly and trying to close the gap between you but you stepped away, your back hitting the wall next to the dryer.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, tears freely starting to fall from your stinging eyes. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind making it hard to pick just one. “How did this happen? Was I not enough? Because I can’t get pregnant? Why, Jensen? Why?!”
The raise in your voice made him flinch and tears started tracking down his own cheeks.
“It’s not you. Y/N, I swear you did nothing wrong. I love you.”
“Nice way to show your love,” you hiccuped.
“We didn’t mean to do this. It just happened. Working all last summer at the brewery together, taste testings, it just happened. I’m sorry baby, please forgive me.”
“Last summer? You’ve been, since last summer!” Rage bloomed hot in your belly and you struck out at Jensen, your fists making contact with his chest in a blur of useless punches, your vision swimming behind tears of grief. “How could you? How could you? I loved you. You said you loved me. You promised me!” Your arms grew heavy and Jensen caught you as you sagged forward in exhaustion.
“I couldn’t give you want you wanted so she did.”
Thank you so much for reading and if you like what you’ve read, maybe buy me a whiskey or two.

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Sun, 24 Jun 2018 07:06:40 -0400

The Kicking Evolution Of Bucky Barnes

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 03:58:25 -0400

givemebackmybucky:

buckyfvckmebarnes:

From this…

To this…

hydra: *turns him into an expert killing machine*

bucky: *still fights like he’s in brooklyn but stronger*

Author Ask Game

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 03:53:45 -0400

writeontheedge:

J.K. Rowling: What is your Hogwarts house?
Stephen King: Do you believe in ghosts?
John Green: If you could visit any place, real or fictional, where would you go?
Suzanne Collins: Who is one person you couldn’t live without?
Victor Hugo: Do you believe in love at first sight?
Stephenie Meyer: If you could be a supernatural being, what would you be?
F. Scott Fitzgerald: If you had unlimited funds for a day, what would you do?
William Shakespeare: Do you prefer tragedies or comedies?
Veronica Roth: What faction are you in?
David Levithan: If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?
H.G. Wells: You can travel to any point in time. Where and when do you go?

Rough Day

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 18:52:32 -0400

not-moose-one-shots:

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words: 919
Requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Can I make a request where the reader is having a rough day/week and when Jensen comes home he reads to her and all around fluff?

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask. (Tumblr won’t let me tag everyone because my blog is marked explicit….so, I’ll add you to the list, but it may not let me tag you)

Jensen’s Point Of View

When I got home from filming, I was surprised not to find Y/N downstairs waiting for me. She normally greeted me when I got home. So, I was a little worried that something was wrong.

“Y/N?” I called out, not sure where to start looking for her, “Sweetheart, where are you?” I asked.

“Up here,” she called back. She sounded off. I didn’t like that at all.

I took the stairs two at a time and hurried into our bedroom, finding my wife curled up on the bed. It was still made, but she was curled up with one of her favorite fleece throw blankets, “Hey,” I said softly.

“Hi.” She looked up at me, but I could see that she wasn’t feeling herself.

“What’s wrong?” I walked to the bed and sat on the edge, putting my hands on her thigh, “Are you sick?”

“No,” she groaned, “It’s just been a really long week. And today pretty much sucked. And I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”

“Oh, Honey,” I sighed, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t cook dinner,” she said, “I just … I couldn’t do anymore today. I’m sorry, J.”

“Baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll order takeout. We’ll eat in bed. And we’ll just relax together. The weekend will be better. You don’t have to do anything. And I’ll make sure you get to just veg out.”

She sighed, “That sounds great.”

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gentle reminder

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 18:39:09 -0400

gentle-reminder:

to all the content creators out there who spend hours, days or weeks working on a project only for no one to appreciate it, who feel uninspired and frustrated, who believe they aren’t talented or that they are worthless - please keep going; it’s okay to take breaks, but don’t completely give up your craft: whether they let you know it or not, there are always people who appreciate what you make, and most importantly, remember to make things for yourself - the number of notes you receive does not reflect your self-worth or your talent

justanotherwriter-fangirl: Should’ve Been Us (D. W.)Pairing: Dean x reader, kinda…Warnings: It’s...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 08:23:10 -0400

justanotherwriter-fangirl:

Should’ve Been Us (D. W.)
Pairing: Dean x reader, kinda…
Warnings: It’s angsty and has a couple coarse words but nothing else I can think of.
Word Count: 513 words
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @iwriteaboutdean‘s 1.3k Followers Challenge, once again congratulations on achiving such a big milestone. My song was “Should’ve Been Us” by Tori Kelly and a prompt which you’ll see in bold.
Gif obtained from Google. All credits to its owner.
Thanks for reading <3
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“What am I doing? That’s a really good question – I don’t really know the answer to it… it feels like a misrepresentation or something like that, you know?” you said, pain tainting your voice and your breathing getting faster, the engines in your head spinning a hundred miles per hour as you threw your few belongings to the bag that sat next to Sam on the bed. “God, I’m such an idiot! It should’ve been us! All this time I thought he was talking about me, planning this date for me and yeah, we fight a lot and disagree most of the time but I thought despite it all he felt the same way I do. I helped him plan the whole night out, I got dressed up and all I got was my heart messed up because I was too blind to see the reality, I was too blind to realize he would never date me” Tears threating to fall down your face as you spoke, making your vision blurry. You finished packing your things and started pacing around the room when you tripped over the cheap carpet on the floor, regaining your balance with the help of the wall you kicked your high heels away and stood on the floor with your bare feet now.
“Wait, what? I also believed the date was to take you out, not some other chick” said Sam as he stood up from the bed. “Are you serious?”
“I am Sam. He took her to my favorite restaurant and he ordered for her my favorite bottle of wine and he chose for her my favorite meal. I helped him plan the whole night out because I was so sure he was going to ask me out but no, it all was for another girl. I didn’t even know he had met someone else, he only kept repeating it was for someone special. I fell for him, hard, even though he drove me mad, I thought we coulda been the perfect storm but I was just being foolish, he doesn’t feel that way about me. Now I’m pretty sure things hasn’t change between us, I’m now sure he still barely tolerates me but he asked for this truce because I’m the only girl around to ask advice to” you said, a small sigh scaping your lips. “You know I have to go, right?”
“I know, I just wish you could stay but if this will make you feel better, then I support your decision. Please, call when your somewhere safe, ok? I will miss you, don’t become a stranger”
“Of course no, Sammy. We’re family” you said as you reached for him, your arms around his waist as you hugged him goodbye, a small kiss on your head making your heart sting, you were going to miss him too.
You grabbed your bag and your heels and stepped out of the room, the cool air of the night hitting your face. You walked to your car without looking back, the burden in your heart already too much.
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thinkinboutshawn: Reading InterruptedThis is 579 words of pure fluff, my fav. This is not my gif...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 07:37:44 -0400

thinkinboutshawn:

Reading Interrupted

This is 579 words of pure fluff, my fav. This is not my gif btw. This is my first time writing about Shawn, so keep that in mind. Let me know if you enjoyed please!
You were completely engrossed in a new book when you heard the doorknob turn; interrupting an intense chapter. Through the door came Shawn, your loving boyfriend. You lifted your head and offered him a smile. He set his keys down on the coffee table as he made his way towards you on the couch.
“You’re still reading babe,” he questioned. You nodded in response before looking back at your book. “Have you put it down once since I left?” “I mean I had to switch sitting positions but aside from that no,” you softly mumbled as you tried to find your place again. “Let me finish this real quick, then we can talk,” you said. Shawn hummed in response, knowing that you’d participate more in the conversation after.
As your eyes skimmed the pages, he lightly traced patterns on your thigh, loving the feeling of your soft skin on his fingertips. You warmed at his touch, enjoying the calming effect it had on you.
Eventually you finished the chapter and shoved your bookmark on the next page. “Done,” you said softly, leaning on his broad shoulder. Shawn gently takes the book out of your hands and places it on the table next to his keys. “Now I have you all to myself,” he said as he pulls you into his lap. A giggle leaves your lips in response as you snuggle into him.
“When did you start reading this again?” You closed your eyes, thinking for a bit. “Mmm, I read a little bit last night.” Shawn starts to twirl your hair in between his fingers absentmindedly. “And you’re already halfway through,” he said. “What can I say, I love to read.” He kisses the top of your head softly.
“I know you do. Not more than you love me though, right,” Shawn says into your ear. You shrug jokingly in response. “I don’t know,” you trailed off. “I have been reading longer than I’ve known you and it’s good company.” “(Y/N),” he groaned. “What? All the points I’ve made are valid.”
“I’ll show you valid,” Shawn laughs. “That doesn’t make-” You’re cut off by him pushing your body off him so he can face you. “Hey,” you shouted in response. Your eyes meet his lovely brown as he offers you a wicked smile. He starts peppering your face with sloppy kisses. Your laughter soon fills the house as he kisses your cheeks, forehead and even your chin.
“Can. Books. Do. This,” Shawn asks, pausing between each word with a kiss. “Nope!” You shake your head back and forth quickly. He stops and responds, “Didn’t think so.” Then he leans in for a soft kiss, finally, on your lips.
“So…” Shawn trails off, wanting you to answer the question you hadn’t yet. “After careful consideration, it’s been decided that I do love you more than reading.” His head leans back as he lets out a burst of laughter. You smile and your eyes light up with delight as you watch the love of your life. His cheeks turn a rosey red and you lean in to kiss both tenderly. Then pull away to gaze at his face, full of love.
His laughter fades off as he looks at you with a curious look. “It was a close decision to be honest babes,” you joke as you boop his nose. Shawn starts to shake his head as he goes into another fit of laughter. Soon you begin laughing too.

whoeveryoulovethemost: SPN Hiatus Creations // Week 3 ↳ Dean...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 05:43:41 -0400

whoeveryoulovethemost:

SPN Hiatus Creations // Week 3
↳ Dean Winchester

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Fri, 22 Jun 2018 05:41:19 -0400

pietrolsen: steve harrington smiling/being happyhe deserves all the happiness

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 05:39:47 -0400

pietrolsen:

steve harrington smiling/being happy
he deserves all the happiness

chris-evans:Chris Evans for Modern Weekly

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 04:51:19 -0400

chris-evans:

Chris Evans for Modern Weekly

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Fri, 22 Jun 2018 04:50:49 -0400

kryptaria: montparnasse: till-proven-guilty: travellerofmanylands: my level of fanfiction...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 04:48:59 -0400

kryptaria:

montparnasse:

till-proven-guilty:

travellerofmanylands:

my level of fanfiction productivity ranges from “typing 20,000 words over the span of 3 days” or “opening a document and staring at it for a year without typing anything at all.” there is no middle ground.

#the truth hurts #starting another WIP can help

#‘starting another wip can help’ #thats the devil talking #(starts another one anyway) (x)

*stares at latest wip*

*starts sobbing*

letitiawrights: MCU quotes that hurt in hindsight of Infinity...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 01:52:11 -0400

letitiawrights:

MCU quotes that hurt in hindsight of Infinity War (insp.)

Should’ve Been Us (D. W.)Pairing: Dean x reader, kinda…Warnings: It’s angsty and has a couple...

Fri, 22 Jun 2018 00:59:12 -0400

Should’ve Been Us (D. W.)

Pairing: Dean x reader, kinda…

Warnings: It’s angsty and has a couple coarse words but nothing else I can think of.

Word Count: 513 words

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @iwriteaboutdean‘s 1.3k Followers Challenge, once again congratulations on achiving such a big milestone. My song was “Should’ve Been Us” by Tori Kelly and a prompt which you’ll see in bold.

Gif obtained from Google. All credits to its owner.

Thanks for reading <3

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“What am I doing? That’s a really good question – I don’t really know the answer to it… it feels like a misrepresentation or something like that, you know?” you said, pain tainting your voice and your breathing getting faster, the engines in your head spinning a hundred miles per hour as you threw your few belongings to the bag that sat next to Sam on the bed. “God, I’m such an idiot! It should’ve been us! All this time I thought he was talking about me, planning this date for me and yeah, we fight a lot and disagree most of the time but I thought despite it all he felt the same way I do. I helped him plan the whole night out, I got dressed up and all I got was my heart messed up because I was too blind to see the reality, I was too blind to realize he would never date me” Tears threating to fall down your face as you spoke, making your vision blurry. You finished packing your things and started pacing around the room when you tripped over the cheap carpet on the floor, regaining your balance with the help of the wall you kicked your high heels away and stood on the floor with your bare feet now.

“Wait, what? I also believed the date was to take you out, not some other chick” said Sam as he stood up from the bed. “Are you serious?”

“I am Sam. He took her to my favorite restaurant and he ordered for her my favorite bottle of wine and he chose for her my favorite meal. I helped him plan the whole night out because I was so sure he was going to ask me out but no, it all was for another girl. I didn’t even know he had met someone else, he only kept repeating it was for someone special. I fell for him, hard, even though he drove me mad, I thought we coulda been the perfect storm but I was just being foolish, he doesn’t feel that way about me. Now I’m pretty sure things hasn’t change between us, I’m now sure he still barely tolerates me but he asked for this truce because I’m the only girl around to ask advice to” you said, a small sigh scaping your lips. “You know I have to go, right?”

“I know, I just wish you could stay but if this will make you feel better, then I support your decision. Please, call when your somewhere safe, ok? I will miss you, don’t become a stranger”

“Of course no, Sammy. We’re family” you said as you reached for him, your arms around his waist as you hugged him goodbye, a small kiss on your head making your heart sting, you were going to miss him too.

You grabbed your bag and your heels and stepped out of the room, the cool air of the night hitting your face. You walked to your car without looking back, the burden in your heart already too much.

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