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I may lose subscriber for saying this 😣 but the person reading this is beautiful

Job for SPN fans

Okay, I am going to give you one simple word and you’ll give me back a gif related with it. It’s that clear?

Does supernatural fandom have gif for everything? Let’s see.

The word is: candle

I’m waiting for reaction! Don’t disappoint me!

imagine being so bad at moderating your own website you decide to just kill half the user base and not fix any of the actual problems

Dean.

“You know how much school means to me.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “One where Y/N’s dating G and besties with E, and she’s really stressed out about school bc it’s the time of year where everything’s piling up, and bc of all the stress she gets into a big fight with both the boys over something trivial? And the next day they both show up to her house with resources and stuff, and they help her study?”

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“Alright everyone, the study guide is posted online. Begin preparing for the exam next week.” You professor said to the class as you all left.

“I swear that’s all I’ve heard from my professors today.” Your friend said to you as she caught up to you.

“Same here. But, I’m holding a study session for this class at the library tomorrow night.” You said.

“I will be there.” The two of you both had a break in your days so you got something to eat before you had to get to your next classes.

Later that evening, you were holding a study session for one of your other classes. This was something that you were sort of known for. After a few slip ups with your grades when you started school, you cracked down on your study habits and after you began sharing them with a few of your friends, your other classmates wanted to share your study tips and habits, so you began holding study sessions for pretty much all of your classes since your second semester of your freshman year.

“(Y/N), thank you so much for setting these up. I really appreciate it. If it weren’t for these study sessions, I would not know anything that is going on in class.” One of your classmates said as they sat down at the table with you.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” You laughed. You and your classmates studied for a few hours and once you all felt like you’d done enough studying for the night, you all called it night and headed home.

As the days continued to go on, and the work continued to pile up, you began to get crazy stressed about everything. You were cancelling your study sessions over and over again, and you felt so bad, but you could barely find the time to study for yourself, much less with anyone else.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re all busy, and we all understand a heavy workload. Do what you gotta do. You’ve already done so much for many of us, we’ll be alright.” One of your friends said. You apologized once more, and headed home to get some work done. A few hours passed, and there was a knock on your front door.

“That better be my pizza.” You sighed as you got up. You opened the door to find Ethan and Grayson standing outside. “You’re not the pizza guy.”

“Ouch, kinda hurt.” Ethan laughed as you hugged.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just starving.” You said. Grayson pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “What are you doing here?”

“You told us we could take you out to dinner tonight.” Grayson said as you followed him into your living room.  

“Dammit, another thing I forgot about. Guys, I’m so sorry, but I can’t tonight. I have so much homework and studying to do.” You said as they made themselves comfortable on your couch.

“(Y/N), come on. Take a break for a little bit. Come hang with us for a while.” Grayson said as he pulled you down into his lap.

“I don’t have a while to spare.”

“I told you she wasn’t gonna go for it.” Ethan sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at Grayson.

“I thought I could convince you to come out with us tonight. You’ve been so busy with school, you barely have time for anything else anymore.” He sighed.

“Anything else, meaning you?” You asked. He looked down at the floor and let out a loud sigh.

“You canceled our plans over the weekend, so we rescheduled for tonight, and now your cancelling on us again.”

“Grayson, you know how much school means to me, and you know how badly I want to get my degree and get a good job. I’m sorry that you think I’m too busy for you, but you know it keeps me busy around midterms and finals. That’s not my fault.”

“Of course, when it comes to school, it’s the only thing you’re allowed to focus on.”

“Why are you so upset over the fact that I want a secure future?”

“I’m not upset over that, I’m upset over the fact that you apparently no longer have time for me anymore.”

“Grayson, do you not hear how childish you’re sounding right now?”

“You can’t put this off for ONE night so we can spend some time together?” Grayson said, standing up.

“Grayson, calm down.” Ethan said quietly, causing you to jump since you’d forgotten he was there.

“Yeah, why don’t you go home and calm down. I’m over having this argument because you feel like you’re the only thing I’m allowed to focus on.”

After the twins left, and your pizza finally was delivered, you tried to refocus on your studies, but you were too distracted so you decided to call it a night.

* * *

The next day was Saturday, so you were ready to spend all day studying. You turned your music on, got your books and materials, sat in the living room and got to working. A few hours went by and all you could think about was your fight with Grayson. Just as you picked up your phone to call him, there was a knock on your door. You got up to answer it, and the twins were there on the other side.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked quietly.

“We are here to help you study. We found textbooks at the bookstore, we’ve got food and drinks, and we’re gonna get all these reviews and papers done.” Ethan said as he set up his things in the living room.

“Also, I needed to apologize for that conversation we had last night. I was being a total ass about everything. I don’t know anything about being in college, but I do know that school can get stressful. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to choose between me and your studies. I should’ve been more supportive.” Grayson said.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve been more understanding of how you felt. I’m real bad about letting school consume me and not making time for anything else. But, I will try and be better at keeping my commitments. Especially when they come to you.” You said. Grayson smiled down at you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you softly.

“Alright, now that you two have kissed and made up, let’s get to it. We’ve got concepts to learn and definitions to memorize.” Ethan called from the living room. You laughed and went over to sit next to him, hugging and thanking him as well. They helped you study for most of the day, and as you finished more of your papers, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how grateful you were to have them in your life.

Angel of the Lord

Hand painted portrait, Photoshop CS6.

Here is the final version of Castiel. It had quite a journey to get here, much like the angel himself.

If you like SPN art, be sure to check out my companion Dean and Sam pieces.

Friends? : Scorpius Malfoy x Reader

Request : Could you do a Scorpius x slytherin! American ilvermorny (originally a thunderbird) transfer student or foreign exchange student. Maybe where she’s really introverted or doesn’t feel like she belongs and he tries to befriend her or something like that. Sorry this isn’t very specific. Also I love your blog! Thank you

A/N : Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long! 

Requests are open! Reblogging is always appreciated! Thank you for reading!

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“Hi!  I’m Scorpius!”

You look up in surprise, meeting the enthusiastic expression of the boy you had come to realize was Scorpius Malfoy, once-rumored heir of Voldemort.  

You shake your head, averting your gaze and pulling your robes closer to your body.  You needed friends, you were lonely.  But not like this. 

You missed your old friends, the old smiles, the old memories.  Being in America was home - it was routine.  You knew what to say, who to befriend, who to like.  There were no variables.  

Here, in Scotland, everything was so different.  People spoke with accents, accents that blurred together in your ears, talked with wizarding slang you couldn’t comprehend.  Europe was a whole different culture than America.

Back home, it was Grindelwald who was frowned upon and Wampus that was the house children whispered about in the corridors.  Here it was Voldemort, and Slytherin, your house, was the whispered house.  The house with stigma - the snake.

You turn your gaze back up to Scorpius, your heart tweaking slightly at the crest-fallen expression that melts the smile off his face.  You watch as he shrugs, then smiles once again.  “I’ll see you tomorrow, have a good morning!”  His eyes widen and they roll to the back of his head.  “Good afternoon, I meant!” He stammers and smiles sheepishly, running out of the classroom and out of sight. 

Gathering your books, you stand up, walking out after him.  You hang your head as you walk - you should have said hello to him.  This was probably the last chance at making friends - people already ignored you because of your house.  And besides, the fact that you were American and from Ilvermorny of all schools, created a barrier between you and the other students. 

Surprisingly, Scorpius came to see you the next day, and the next.  All with the same enthusiastic smile, the same cheesy lines and awkward mistakes. 

You began to warm up to him, slowly not beginning to care about the rumors that hung around his head. 

“I’m (Y/N),” you finally say, a soft smile encasing your lips.  

Scorpius’s face lights up, his eyes widening and an even larger smile tugging at his mouth.  “I’m Scorpius!” He says again.  He stretches out his hand, then takes it back.  “Do we hug?”

You take a step back, your own eyes wide.  “What?” Your voice is a mere squeak, you begin to regret your act on friendship.

He throws out his hands.  “Sorry! So sorry - that was strange.”  He smiles again.  “Can we try again?”  He rummages in his pockets for something, pulling out a shimmering blue hexagonal box.  “Here,” he thrusts it towards you, motioning for you to take it.  “It’s a chocolate frog, they’re really good, see?”  He points to the box again, “they’ve got collectable cards with all the famous witches and wizards, I’ll take yours if you don’t want them.”

You take the box, smiling hesitantly.  “Thank you.”

Scorpius nods, bouncing on his heels.  “My mom always said sweets help you make friends!”  He pauses, as if realizing his mistake.  “Probably silly,” he falters off.

You shake your head, stretching out your own hand.  “Friends.”

The look that flashes upon his face is full of such surprise and such overwhelming happiness, that you suddenly feel the need to protect the blond boy.  “Friends!” He shakes your hand fiercely.  His eyes soften kindly and he looks at you with a smile.  “So where are you from?”

Your own eyes light up at the question, you cannot help the wondrous gasp you make as you think of home.  “Ilvermorny.”

Scorpius’s jaw drops.  “Ilvermorny?”  He tugs on your sleeve, excitedly.  “You’ve got to tell me all about it - what are you?”  He counts on his fingers, “Horned Serpent, Pukwudgie, Wampus, and -“

“Thunderbird,” you say, “I’m Thunderbird.”

Scorpius is overcome with amazement, he walks quicker to the library with you in tow.  “Come on - you have to tell me all about America.”  He smiles back at you.  “Is it true you have a groundhog that determines whether it’s winter or spring?”

You laugh, a sound that seems almost natural.  Perhaps this Hogwarts thing wouldn’t be so bad. 

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Me

i’m getting ready to update my wardrobe! i just need a

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Since the two best-selling games of all time are Tetris and Minecraft, I think we can safely say that people fucking LOVE squares

When you’re stuck in a point and click adventure game:

Deku: My hero career is dying help me budget

1,000 for food

500 for rent

2,000 for all might body pillows

150,000 for medical care for broken bones

Ochaco: stop breaking your bones

Deku: no

Slowed down for anon :)

Poor Misha :p

Reblog if you love BOTH Sam and Dean Winchester and have zero tolerance for hate against EITHER of them

my aesthetic is the direct opposite of minimalism and its called clutterbitch

reblog to add +10 haunting power to your ghost when you die

RFA + V + Saeran Crying

wrote this cause crying is honestly how I’ve been dealing with things lately and I just want these boys to cry. I didn’t do Jaehee cause I just wasn’t feeling it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yoosung:

he used to not want to cry, thinking it wasn’t manly and that no one would take him seriously if he did

but over the years, he’s learned to accept his feelings and to let himself cry it out every once in a while, knowing that it’s not good for him to hold these emotions back

and it always seems to be rooted with his stress

he gets so frustrated with himself and how much he’ll pile it on by either not doing what he’s supposed to or doing too much of it

it gets to a point where he’ll get home and lean against the door he just got through with tears already staining his cheeks

he’ll start sobbing louder and louder with each overwhelming thought

he even gets a little mad as he cries, wondering why it seemed like the world was against him when he’s only trying his best

and he likes to be alone when this happens, not wanting to direct his anger where it shouldn’t go

but if he has someone that he absolutely trusts and can be comfortable around, he’d prefer to vent to them and have a shoulder to cry on

Zen:

he’s cried more than he’d likes to admit

it’s not something he’s necessarily embarrassed about, he just doesn’t like acknowledging it

especially with how it comes from his insecurities 

he portrays himself as this confident being and doesn’t want to feel like a hypocrite

but there are days where he just doesn’t feel as great as he usually thinks he is, and he is so worried that others will see that too

and it’s not like he doesn’t like the body he’s in, it’s more of whether he feels like a good enough person to be in it

wonders what he did to deserve it when he doesn’t find himself at all appealing beyond his looks

and the more he thinks about this, the more the tears build up

until he’s silently sobbing to himself, tears almost pouring out 

and once he’s done, he’ll feel much better

even finding some beauty in his post-crying face

Jumin:

it’s a little harder for him to get to the point of crying because he has a handle on his emotions like no other

but that doesn’t mean he’s above letting his feelings flow in such a way

and it usually happens when he feels overwhelmed

when it seems like he has such high expectations on him, ones that even he feels he can’t meet

when he truly feels like he’ll let the people around him down

this isn’t a common occurrence, but it does happen

and it usually happens when he gets home late at night, after a few glasses of wine when he’s alone with his thoughts and most vulnerable

tears will start to pool before he’s even realized they’re there, and once one falls then the rest are to follow

he’ll run his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his sobs, but after a minute, he decides to let them out

and sometimes, it’ll seem over too soon

but other times, he’ll feel like he’s been crying for hours

and he’ll usually feel better after the latter, as if he had a proper outlet for his frustrations

Saeyoung:

it happens a lot more often than he’d expect

usually when it feels like there’s a lull in his life, when things have slowed down enough for him to process it

and it’s because he gets left alone with his thoughts for a bit and they’re not always positive

he’ll look back at the things he’s done and what he’s put everyone around him through

and he’ll feel guilty about it

he’ll start thinking about what he could have done differently

when the tears start to well up, he gets even more upset about it, wondering why he’s the one crying 

that he doesn’t deserve to be upset at himself and that everyone else should be

and he will pile so much guilt on him, to the point where he doesn’t even feel like he deserves the love and understanding that’s been given to him

and that’s when the tears seem to be coming in a continual flow, he’s either choking back sobs as he aggressively wipes them away

or they just flow, his face almost seeming numb and void of expression 

once he’s done crying, he’ll usually feel better

but it helps if he feels validated, as if he has someone to sort these feelings out with

V:

he really does try to be strong for the rest of the RFA, someone they can all lean on when they need to

so he never openly talks about his struggles or his thoughts

so once it gets to a point where it’s all bottled up and he feels like he’s incapable of handling so many things at once, that’s when he breaks

he’ll collapse back onto his bed, couch, some sort of surface and without even noticing, tears will already be running down his face

there’s no real sound to it either, just silent tears pouring as he’s left alone with his thoughts

and it only seems to continue the more he thinks 

it’ll wander to how he feels at fault for his mistakes, that he didn’t deserve to have so much trust placed on him in the first place

he never really shakes the thoughts after he’s done crying, but he’ll at least feel a little stronger after pouring his emotions out to even just himself

Saeran:

for him, it builds

it starts with one negative thought until that’s all he has on his mind

it always seems to revolve around his past too

when he thinks about what he’s been through, he always wonders how he got passed that

and whether he even should have

and the more and more he’s left alone with his thoughts, the worse the breaking point is going to be

and once he does, it’s gradual

starting with a few tears until it gets up to him practically wailing, openly weeping as he clenches his fists

he gets angrier the longer he cries, wondering how he could be so weak

but once he’s done, it’s almost a complete drop from angrily crying to just feeling nothing

and after a bit, he’ll feel much better, glad to have had that moment of vulnerability 

able to push aside these thoughts to become a better person, especially if he has someone he wants to be a better person for

Lost | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: You lost Elizabeth 3rd and Jumin said something that hurt your feelings badly. The idea of the story is per requested by these two lovely people:

Genre: Since it was requested to be Angst. It is dundundununnnn Angst!

Author’s Note: I hope I did some justice!!! Omg I’m so sorry Jumin is my bby and I hurt him badly I am hurt too. No spoilers ahead! I just thought of a scenario between Days 7-9 where in canon, she really went missing. But I took it from there~~ and omg thank u for loving the way i write!!! These asks gets me through the daysss

“Elizabeth? Where are you?” Your voice is the only sound that could be heard on these empty hallways. “Hey… It’s time for your meal…”

Nothing.

Silence.

You pondered at why no white haired furball is prancing towards your way at this time of the day like the usual. Where is she? You started looking from every nook and cranny of the penthouse only to find nothing. Now, now, where did that cat go?

Your heart raced enough for you to feel it pounding violently against your chest, growing afraid of what might have happened. Different ideas started forming inside your head from the bad to the worst ones. You didn’t give up though, you tried to look for her once more as that it’s now time for her lunch meal. You promised Jumin you’d look after her while he’s going on a business trip to Hong Kong today and he was relieved since you didn’t want to come and he couldn’t possibly bring Elizabeth 3rd with him. Two of his most prized possessions in the world are together under his roof.. what could possibly go wrong?

Seconds turned to minutes as you felt a cold sweat break into your forehead, panic growing inside you. Where did she go? She was just here this morning! You asked one of the securities if they’ve seen her run or prancing around but to no avail.. they saw nothing. You even asked them to take you to the CCTV room of the building just to check every corner of the house.

Still, no luck. What are you going to do?

Jumin’s flight was scheduled to go back tonight and you promised to welcome him together with Elizabeth the 3rd on his door steps.

You felt your panic intensified as you hurriedly jogged back to Jumin’s penthouse, thoughts of looking for Elizabeth the 3rd for the last time shaking up your mind. It’s still a quarter to one; there’s a lot of time left. But your hopes were slowly being burned like a thinning candle in the dark, flames soon dying out.. What if she escaped again? Or she jumped from the penthouse to the ground? That couldn’t be! It’s too high up! Cats do have the tendency to land perfectly on their feet but still! What if she’s been stolen?

What will you do? What is there that’s left to do?

It’s been three hours… three hours of desperation and no luck involved in finding Elizabeth. The worst of the worst already murdering your mind. It’s now time for Jumin to know. You lost Elizabeth… you’re careless… you don’t deserve to be with him.

How can you lose a domestic pet inside its own habitat anyway?

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So I’m watching some old Land Before Time episodes on a disk (to test to make sure they work so I can sell them) and I asked my mom “Why are there like 3 smart dinosaurs and the rest are stupid?” She answered: “why do you think dinosaurs are extinct?” 😂🦖🦕

Omg haha

So I was listening to pandora on my computer with headphones and There’s Nothinh Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes comes on. So my mom comes in and unplugs my headphones at the part of the song that says “just picture everybody naked” and she just looks at me...

I want to read this

Imagine finding out that Gray was your long lost brother.

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