#super happy!

[ms-neens]

A bit of an off-topic post, but... ...thanks so much to my friend Wy for ordering the more than adorable Build-a-Bear Axoltl for me!!! ♥︎ I called her Lottie and I showed her where I’m living. She wanted to know who that strange man in my room is?  ^◡^ After that she found some fitting clothes for relaxing in front of my tv... ～♡

[shiny-pokemon-giveaways]

The anon could try looking up professor chime on youtube. You can sort of change something in the ds controls and get pokemon from past events amd I think a charizard should be there or charmander at least

Thank you for pointing this out to me; I was unaware of this exploit and I did it on my White game last night and received a lot of events that I missed out on during Gen 5. It’s a pretty cool exploit and I’m curious to how it works.

For those wanting to see the video explaining how to do it, you can find it here.

[granumreturns-fr]

I've been on this site for a while now and I finally got a boss familiar from the coli earlier today.

[writingkeepsmewhole]

He Needs You

This part 4 of Bartender. It’s short I know I’m sorry....  Reader wakes up and spends some time with Dean in bed.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Let me know if you want to be tagged. @sleeplessmidnight @thequeenofhelllll @thewinchesterchronicles

Part 1 Part 3

When I wake up Dean is still asleep his easy breathing a sound I have grown to enjoy. I roll over to my side to watch his chest rise and fall. He always seems so different when he is asleep. I guess we all do. At ease not a care in the world. The only time we can truly relax.

Remembering everything last night makes me wonder what exactly Dean is involved in. A gang? The mob maybe. The unexplained wounds worried me more and more. The fact it worried me only seemed to confirm something I feared. I was falling in love with him.

I watched and heard Dean take a deep breath him opening his eyes and blinking.Looking around he turns to face me and smiles.

“Hey.” He says placing his hand on my face.

I close my eyes soaking up the feel of his touch.

“Good Morning.”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. How are you feeling?” I ask opening my eyes meeting his green eyes.

“Alright.”

“You never told me what happened.” I say as he lays his hand back on his chest him yawning.

“Sam didn’t tell you?”

“He just told me you got cocky.”

“Of course he would. I wasn’t paying attention I got jumped from behind. It happened.”

“Why were you distracted?”

“I saw something that reminded me of you.” He says his eyes jumping from mine to the ceiling.

“I care about you, Y/N and in my line of work that’s dangerous.”

“Why?”

“The monsters can use you against me.”

“I don’t matter Dean.” I say shrugging.

“You matter to me.”

Blushing I lean over pressing my lips to his. He once again places his hand on my face his fingers slipping into my hair.

I place my hand on his chest careful not to hurt him. Dean smiles in the kiss and pulls away from me.

“Sweetheart you can’t hurt me.”

“I like being careful.”

“How many times have we had sex with me wrapped up?”

“A lot.” I say blushing a grin on my face.

“So what’s stopping you now?”

“Your brothers down stairs.”

“Trust me we've heard each other have sex plenty of times.”

“That’s kinda weird.”

“You've known me for how long and you thought I was normal?”

Laughing I shake my head.

“No but you were hot I looked over it.” I say grinning.

“I’m gonna have to do something about that mouth of yours.”

“Like what?”

“I have a few ideas.”

“So do I.”

“Care to share with class?”

Smiling I kiss him him returning it. I kiss down his neck gently and slowly moving along his chest.

“What are you doing.”

“Shh.” I say smiling at him his eyes growing dark.

Careful of his injuries I continuing my way down kissing where I can. When I reach his hips Dean lifts them allowing me to pull his boxers down. I take his growing cock in my hand gently kissing the tip. I hear Dean sigh as I lick it leaving open mouth kisses from base to tip. Dean’s hand lands on my head as I lick around the tip then take his head into my mouth.

“Mmm sweetheart.” He says his voice husky.

I smile sucking softly as I stroke the rest of his cock. Swirling my tongue around him I take more of him in bobbing my head up and down. I continue sucking him off loving the sounds and dirty talk.

Dean’s grip on my hair tightens as he gets close it making me speed up. I feel his cock twitch as he cums in my mouth. I swallow most of it some running down the corner of my mouth. When I know he’s finished I move back up the bed to sit next to him.

“You missed a spot.” He says making me lick the side of my mouth his salty seed coating my taste buds.

“Yummy.” I say earning a laugh.

“Where have you been all my life?”

“In a bar.”

“I knew there was a reason I go to those.”

“Please you like bars because you only drink beer or coffee.” I say laying my head on his shoulder.

“You can’t drink coffee all the time.” He says kissing the top of my head.

“I know.”

“Hey.” He says lifting my face to his.

“Thank you.” He says kissing me.

“Your welcome.”

He yawns pulling me closer.

“I say lets head back to sleep.”

“Lazy day?” I ask us not having many of them.

He normally runs back home or I have to work. The days we laid in bed just talking and having sex I could count on one hand.

“Lazy day I one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You let me return the favor when I wake back up.” He says making me blush.

He couldn’t see it his eyes was closed him most likely already half asleep.

“Okay.” I say kissing his neck.

He doesn't respond only smiles him falling back asleep. I lay with him for a while but know I’m not falling back asleep. I get out of bed and take a shower the head down stairs. I’m shocked to see Sam sleeping at my kitchen table.

I walk over to him about to make him but he jumps up aiming a gun at me.

“On I’m so sorry.” He says realizing it’s me.

“Don’t worry about it. Dean choked me the first night I met him.” I say waving him off. Realizing how that sounded I shake my head.

“I meant after I woke him up. Not in a kinky sex way.”

Sam only laughs.

“I’m gonna make coffee.” I say pointing.

“I see why he likes you.” He says behind me as I make coffee.

“What do you mean?” I ask him turning to face him.

“Your happy. Don’t take this the wrong way but your pure. Dean needs that if anyone deserves to be happy it’s Dean.”

“He’s been threw a lot huh?”

“We both have but yeah he don’t show it but he’s had a lot of losses in his life.”

“PTSD.”

“What?” Sam asks as I get eggs out of the fridge.

“He has PTSD. The nightmares, the way he drowns himself in boose or women. Fighting apparently as well. He’s trying to forget or deal with everything. My dad was the same way. I guess that’s why I like Dean. I understand him. He is normal to me. I know that’s messed up.”

“No, it’s a good thing. My brother needs someone who can understand him. He won’t admit it so don’t bother asking him but, he told me you give him hope.”

“Hope? Hope for what?”

“I don’t know. But coming from Dean, that’s a lot.”

Blushing I bite my lip and turn towards the stove.

“You want some eggs?”

“I think I'm going to crash on the couch if you don’t mind.”

“I won’t keep you up cooking?”

“Nah we grew up sleeping in hotels or the car noise its normal.”

“Okay.” I say laughing.

I hear him move to the living room as I make myself something to eat. I sit at the table the house quite and dark.

I sit back and think about what Sam had to say. It making me wonder exactly what Dean has been threw. I eat my breakfast promising myself to get answers. I can’t go forward if I don’t know more about him. I’m not even completely sure what me and Dean where. I was happy with him. I worried about him. I needed him. If what Sam said was true he needed me too.

I finish breakfast and go back to my room. Not before throwing Sam’s fallen blanket back on him as I walk past.

Once back in my room I climb into my bed Dean waking up.

“Sorry.” I say moving in beside him.

“Where'd you run off to?” He asks wrapping his arm around me.

“I made me some food.”

“Didn’t bring me any?”

“Do you want food?”

He shakes his head burying his face in my neck.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t tell me what to do woman.” He mumbles making me smile.

“Your in my house my rules.”

“We’ll have to change that.”

“What do you mean?” I ask

My answer his him snoring slightly telling me he feel asleep. I lay there wondering what he was talking about. When my brain comes up with him asking me to move in I roll my eyes at myself.

I try not to think to just let myself drift off it taking longer then I like but I find myself falling into dreams about building a home with the man in bed with me.

[moonbyulyl]

You In Me - Jiwoo

[imagine-gorillaz]

Wow, just reached a great milestone! 100 followers! This blog is only a few weeks old and I’m glad to see there’s people out there who like what I’m doing. I’ve had fandom blogs in the past and there weren’t nearly as well received as this one is, so thank you all very much!

[ramblelama]

Finally got to watch the first clip. Loved it! Perfect start to the new season. 

Seeing things from Sana’s perspective will be really interesting. We only got glimpses of her and her life so far. Honestly, I think I will learn a lot. What is her family like? What is life like in a Muslim family (in Norway)? What is it like to be a young, deeply religious muslim woman? - Those are things I have NO idea about and I think it’s time that changes.

Now don’t even get me started on Isak and Even! I honestly thought they couldn’t get any cuter... but I was sooo wrong. Seeing them so happy and in love and seeing Isak being so open and fearless... Amazing. They’ve come such a long way and I just want them to hold on to each other and their love, no matter what. <3

AND I was able to understand at least parts of all their conversations, so I’m super stoked and motivated to keep learning Norwegian.

[udoncurrybowl]

Hi hi!! I would LOVE to hear about the goats post 🥺

HELLO HELLO i would LOVE to tell you about the goats post!! >:DD

so!!!!! *puts on my lecturer hat and dons my cool monocle* "the mortifying ordeal of being known" was a phrase circulating back in the Old Tumblr days! it originates from this ABSOLUTELY amazing new york times article published alllll the way back in 2013, specifically from kreider's last beautiful paragraph:

Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

and the goats! well the goats are the context for the whole story, the first paragraph. and it's amazing. you gotta check it out, i won't ruin the surprise by posting it all here!! :D

i'm genuinely surprised (and also kinda delighted!) you don't know the quote's origin story, 'cause i thought you were intentionally quoting the goat article in your og post lol. how you thought of putting this amalgamation of words together in this exact order i absolutely need to know!!! also. congrats on the 📈📈📈📈 post!!! your addition... really ties everything together. it's so poetic and somehow matches the tone of the first quote perfectly, honestly woah!! all the best with your story, i'll definitely be following along from now on <3

thank you for allowing me to explain. thank you for allowing me to... experience the euphoria of knowing you xD