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not to be dramatic but disliking miles morales is a red flag imo

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sorry but hobie likes chubby, fat, thick doughy girls bro idgaf, neither does he. fuck the system :3

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This week, the Trump-appointed Supreme Court ruled that it’s not okay for private or public institutions to level the playing field for people of color with affirmative action, but they also ruled that it IS okay for private institutions to discriminate against the LGBTQIA community. On this last day of Pride month, I’m just pledging to do my part to keep fighting for equity, to keep fighting to make this society we can be proud of. (Also, Cas is gay.) 

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hi guys!! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i got grounded but i’m back and ready to write!

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i think one of my favorite writers deleted their account and now i’m sobbing

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This is my last KIND way of asking my fic likers to REBLOG!! Seeing 100 notes on a fic and suddenly... only 6 of them are reblogs. PLEASE reblog my works, and if you can take the time out of your day, even a little "this was so good" or "loved it!!" alongside it, I'm asking for a reblog, not 10 million dollars.

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i took a little break to come back and see almost 130 followers???? THANK YOU SO MUCH I CANT WAIT TO START WRITING AGAIN SOON:pp

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Your least recently used emoji is how people feel when they see you

#😭 #damn

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Plagiarism

We hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but we have had to permanently say goodbye to one of our followers today for repeated copying of our work.

The stories, head canons, quippy lines, and sibling banter we create on these blogs comes from the minds of a handful of fans who do their best to blog in-character for other fans' enjoyment.

It's no different than fanfiction or fanart. It is fan-created content.

We are thrilled when we see that our fun has inspired others to create. Have you seen our art collection? It is full of content that has been inspired by what we do. They have given credit to the source material, and we happily reblog what they've made to keep the fun going.

But when the words we have written have been reused in a creator's writing on three seperate occassions without credit, even after we have brought up the matter to them, it's time to say goodbye.

—The Muns of Meme Force 99

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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Listen I don’t know a lot about penicillin but this?

This is the same size syringe the Ellie used on Joel, pulled out to the same dosage. And if I were to be giving a penicillin injection, this is the more or less the amount I’d be using. Here’s the thing though.

I work with horses.

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I can’t stop thinking about a blurb of JJ working on his bike and reader wants to spend more quality time with him so she joins in and tries to help but she’s not very good? So JJ is very patient and slightly teasing but shows her how he does everything and it’s just cute and fluffy? Love everything you write sooooo much!!!

warnings; fluff

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

authors note; now that you’ve sent this i can’t stop thinking about it either. i adore this request, hope u enjoy <3

The hammock is thick, knitted, and not close enough to JJ.

He’d insisted that you sit and look pretty in the shade, like the ‘otherworldly goddess’ you are. You were in his vicinity and that at least will have to suffice for the time being whilst he wrestles with whatever mishap has apprehended his dirt bike now.

Just observing him do so, was a pleasing sight— as he’s shirtless, his tanned skin begging to be touched. Abs adjusting to every bend and pull he makes to acquire the right angle whilst his chest flexes in unison. Shark tooth necklace dangling about in any which way. God. He shined with a gleam of sweat from the rays beaming wistfully on him. With a bandana hanging slack out of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. You really desired to drag you finger across each and every crevice that made up JJ’s built frame in front of you. That’s not even to count the way he chugs a beer down every thirty minutes or so— tilting his head back the slightest, making the locks of his hair follow, his Addams apple bobbed up and down with every gulp. If he missed his mouth you were lucky to see dribbles of it seep from the corners, and he’d just wipe it away with his wrist, like second nature, only to chuck the crushed can somewhere in the patchy yard.

With that being the view, one could merely imagine why you are so helplessly antsy in this damn hammock.

He’s tightening the bolt on his bike stand to readjust as he thought it was loose. Your jaw should’ve been on the floor with the way the veins in his arm bulged with every twist, instead you settled with salivating.

You getting up to muster a helping hand was the farthest thing from JJ’s mind.

But you do.

Because, if not physical interaction there’s quality time— and there’s never too much of that.

“J, do you need any help?”

“Yeah baby, you can go get me another beer out of the cooler-“

“No I mean like help, help.”

JJ thought he was in another dimension, that he was seeing double, or that the earth was about to swallow you whole. Help? His forehead is forming wrinkles at such a foreign gesture leaving your mouth, orbs glaring up at you standing over him in obvious perplexity.

“You wanna help me?”

JJ scoffs almost in disbelief, but there’s a partial laugh stuck in his throat. You offer him a tight lipped grin, as if to say you were being all the way serious. Sat on a flat makeshift old cardboard box so his khaki cargo shorts wouldn’t get covered in dirt and debris than they already were, he pats the open space encouraging for you to sit next to him.

There’s a wrench in his hand, the movements of his elongated fingers to the sliver wrench is writhing around the bolt in an effort to make the bike stand compact. With the bike lying on its side, it was of uncomplicated access for JJ to keep it intact. You lie your head mindlessly on his shoulder, perspiring but nevertheless still encapsulating a form of solace. Your hand gently smoothed over the coating of skin about his spine, persisting to delve into whatever it was JJ was saying.

“See this wrench right here?” He spoke, directing you with such ease, he feels the heat of your cheek rub against his shoulder, nodding your head yes. “Turn it, and then keep turning it until it’s tight enough okay?”

He drops the wrench into your palm, locking his fingers with yours for a split second only to slink an arm lazily around your shoulders. Part of him was elated at your sudden interest in one of his hobbies, the other part of him is wallowing in suspicion but, he won’t complain because it’s a little more time with you.

And he could always use a little more time with you.

Even a night apart is far too much to handle.

The cool metal is surrounded by your calloused digits, and JJ is already interjecting.

“Nah baby, that’s the wrong way, turn it towards me,” He chuckles slightly, mainly due to the fact that he just gave you exact directions not even a moment ago. It’s not frustrating though, no, it’s really amusement— plus, there’s a tiny frown plying to your features which he finds captivating.

Something that was miniscule to JJ, when you can’t even spin the wrench a notch to the left, almost like it was stuck. “Fuck! Why is it so hard to turn?!” You are muffled, gritting through your teeth, with a fully clenched jaw and it won’t budge. Though JJ, glides his finger tips up and down your arms, in reassurance that ‘it’ll happen’, even if it’s tomorrow at this rate.

“You’ll get it … just try again, pretty girl.”

He readjusts your grasp on the wrench, and you swat his hand away, trying to accomplish it on your own in this dire summer atmosphere.

“Don’t think you make a very good helper, baby.”

You shoot him a glare, knowing it’s fully said pit of love. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, to compensate for his loving insult. It stains your the skin, as it’s sloppy and full of affection. Despite it, you elbow him with a nudge to his stomach and he’s winded, punishing him for pestering sweet nothings in your ear.

It took that last push for it to turn, and JJ is biting back his bottom lip in eagerness— the bolt anticipating it’s release. With a slight grunt, it’s turning, it’s turning, and it’s tight.

“Think I did it, J!”

“Tha’s my girl, did so good!”

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god i love hozier

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SUPERNATURAL - MASTERLIST

i will only write for them if it’s platonic!! which means i write for y/n as their younger sibling or child only, or a friend!

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

#ficsandfun #supernatural #sam and dean #dean winchester #sam winchester

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WAHHHHHHH I MIGHT HAVE TO SYART WRITING FOR SUPERNATURAL NOW

i had a dream that i was sam and dean's little sister and we were hunting together, so i made a moodboard out of it... just imagine saving their asses all the time; they are also super overprotective, even though you know how to do your job and you are as good at it as they are; and my favorite part of that life - being besties with castiel ✨✨

supernatural masterlist // tagging my sun ☀️ @fleurfairie

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𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

Summary: Since you hugged Dean, that's all he thinks about. Now he just has to find the courage to ask you to do it again.

Pairing: Dean × GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word count: 1738

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Your pov:

"My brother is an idiot, he almost got himself killed." Sam said on the phone, talking to you while Dean was driving.

"Is he okay?" You asked, your voice echoing in the bunker.

"I'm super. Not even a scratch." Dean said, probably getting closer to the phone his brother was holding.

"You're "super" but you could have died!" You heard Sam say.

"Sam, you're exaggerating, I ..." It was the last thing you heard before the line dropped.

You sighed, waiting for them to come back.

After a few hours, the bunker door opened and Sam and Dean entered talking to each other.

When you saw Dean, your body acted before you could think and you strode towards him.

"God, you're okay." You said wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing him close to you for a hug.

When you did it, Dean didn't react as you expected. You thought at least you would feel an arm on your back, at least a pat on your shoulder. Instead, you felt his muscles stiffen and his arms remained still at his sides. You waited a few seconds, but nothing has changed.

Okay, that was almost embarrassing. Maybe you shouldn't have done that.

You walked away from him muttering an "sorry" and trying to read his expression but failing miserably.

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Dean's pov:

That night, Dean found himself lying in his bed, thinking.

Thinking that he was stupid and the one who ruined everything, as always.

It was a strange feeling what he felt towards you. He wanted to be touched by you again, but not in a sexual way.

No, he didn't wanted it. He needed it.

He needed to feel your body close to his, your arms around him but he didn't want to ask you.

He felt like something was missing in his life now, and it was your body against his.

It was something he had never felt before and he was almost scared.

His thoughts led him to the last time he had had human contact that wasn't during a fight and that wasn't a quick hug with his brother. Had it been with his mom? Had it been so many years since someone had really hugged him? Was that why after you did it was the only thing he thought about?

And then, was it normal for a grown man to want to be hugged? He was no longer a child, why would he need something like that? Did other people feel the same need? And thinking about it, he wanted you to be the person to hug him, he was sure it wouldn't be the same with others but he didn't quite know why.

Dean wanted to hit his head against the wall because of all the questions running around his brain.

He wanted to have hugged you when he had the chance, when you did it. You probably now thought you did something wrong and wouldn't even try to do it again. He had almost flinched when you hugged him and he didn't even know why. Maybe because he wasn't used to it and never expected it from you.

But he loved it, and the only thing he was sure about was that he wanted you to hug him again and hold him for a while if you wanted but he couldn't ask you to do that.

Would you have laughed in his face? Would you have said it was stupid and that he was acting like a child? God, if Dean could punch himself he would.

Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to sleep, but all he could think was himself resting his head on your chest, you holding him tightly against you and letting your fingers go through his hair, he wrapping you with his arms and feeling the beating of your heart.

After a few attempts to get that thought out of his head, he accepted the fact that if he couldn't have it, at least he could have fallen asleep imagining it. And so he did.

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Your pov:

Dean was avoiding you, you were sure about it. And he was acting weird around you. So, the night after, when you walked past the open door of his room, in the bunker, you took the chance and walked in.

"Hey." You said sitting next to him on his bed but keeping some space between you.

Dean looked at you without saying anything as you settled on his bed.

"We need to talk." You said calmly. You didn't want to fight, you just wanted to know if he was mad at you and if he was, for what reason. You thought he might be angry because you hugged him. Maybe he thought you were trying to get something else out of him, maybe he didn't like being touched, maybe he didn't like being touched by you.

"What you want to talk about?" He asked you. You could hear a thread of concern in his voice.

"You've been acting weird around me lately." You explained.

"Me? I'm not weird. What made you think that? Don't think I ..." He mumbled before you interrupted him.

"See? You're panicking. It's okay Dean, it's me, you can tell me." You said.

"Just don't laugh at me." He whispered staring at his hands.

"Dean, please explain what's going on." You said.

"Yesterday you... hugged me." He started saying.

"If you didn't want me to do it or if you misinterpreted it, I'm sorry. I was just glad you were okay and..." You said before Dean interrupted you this time.

"No. That's not it. Please don't think you've done something wrong because that's not the case at all." He continued.

"Then I don't understand..." You said.

"It just... felt good." He whispered.

"And that's a good thing. Isn't it?" You asked. You were genuinely confused.

"Yeah." He said simply, always looking down.

"I still don't understand ..." You started saying.

"I just want a hug." He said suddenly.

"Do you want a what?" You asked, surprised. Actually, you understood. But you wanted to make sure you got it right. Was Dean Winchester asking for a hug?

"See, that's why I didn't want to tell you. It's stupid, forget it okay?" He said starting to get out of bed.

To make him stay, you grabbed his hand with yours.

"Is that all? Was that the problem? You just wanted... a hug?" You asked.

Dean stared at your hand holding his for a moment, like it was a weird thing. Like he usually stared at the image of a strange creature in a newspaper or an article on the internet.

You were just holding his hand and he was staring at it like it was something he had never seen before and you thought maybe the "problem" wasn't a hug, it was any kind of human contact. Maybe he just needed it.

Dean nodded, answering your question.

You pulled his hand towards you, pushing him back onto the bed and making him sit down again. You slowly wrapped your arms around him, pushing his body against yours. You could feel his muscles tighten as you ran a hand up and down his back, his body completely rigid.

"Hey, alright. It's alright." You whispered.

After a few seconds you felt his arms wrap around you and you smiled, even though he couldn't see you.

His body slowly relaxed against yours as you kept drawing imaginary circles on his back.

Dean never said a word all the time.

"Are you okay?" You asked, still holding him.

You felt him nod on your shoulder as he held you tighter but without hurting you.

God, that man didn't need a hug but all the affection the world could give him, you thought as you raised a hand to stroke his hair.

You could almost feel Dean's heart pounding as you ran your fingers through his brown locks and he buried his face in your neck.

"Is that okay?" You asked softly.

He nodded again, without speaking and you kept stroking his hair for a few minutes while his arms still held you as if he was afraid you might disappear at any moment. If your heart hadn't broken when you realized how touch starved he was, it would soon have.

"Is that okay too?" You asked again when after a few moments you left a light kiss on his temple. He raised his head slightly and you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes.

You wish he'd asked you sooner. You wished you knew first what Dean really needed. He nodded again and closed his eyes as you left another kiss on his forehead.

"Can I keep doing that?" You asked.

He nodded. "Don't stop, please." He whispered. You couldn't help but think he looked like a puppy who, after years of lovelessness, just wanted to be cuddled.

You gently placed your lips on his cheek, on his jaw and then again on his forehead and temple.

"I love you. And I care about you. You know that right? I think I should tell you more often." You said, your voice almost a whisper. You felt Dean's warm hand running up and down your back, like you did before.

"Thank you." He said eventually. "I love you too."

You wanted to tell him you loved him more than a friend. That you cared about him more than a friend. But that was not the right time. Maybe one day you would, maybe even soon. For the moment you just had to hold him tight.

"Is it okay for you if I stay here tonight?" You asked.

"Yes. You can... please stay." He answered, his voice low.

You lay still holding Dean tight to your body, his arms around you. He rested his head on your chest.

"Goodnight De." You whispered after a few minutes, running your fingers through his hair one last time.

"'Night Y/N." He replied before falling asleep in your arms.

That night, you found a new side of Dean. Probably a side that had been there for a long time and was just hidden, probably a side that you were the first person to see, you thought before falling asleep, mentally promising Dean to hold his hand, leave kisses on his face and hug him more often.

He deserved it. He needed it.

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