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Black Panthers and Monster Hunters.

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Chapter two:

Bobby never officially kicked you out of his house. You’ve been at Bobby’s house for over two months now and it certainly seems like he doesn’t mind the company.

“I’ll be back later.” You state as you walk towards the door. T'challa gave you a lead about where some vibrainium is located, so you’re going to go check it out.

“Someone give you a lead?” Bobby asks. You recently told him that you’re from Waknada and you’re supposed to find stolen vibrainum and return it home.

“Yeah, my brother did.” Bobby nods before tossing you his keys.

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[thewinsister]

This was amazingg!

[latenights]

People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes

[sseoulful]

[encouragingsuggestion]

one day you will be someone’s favourite person

[ask-frostiron-blog1]

Person: Your writing is so good!

Me:

[disastrousqueer]

women power

[babyjjoon]

If someone calls you thunder thighs you should take it as a compliment because you have been gifted by thor and he probably thinks you’re beautiful

[asupernaturalgirl]

I Will Always Be Here for You

Request: You and brother Sam are constantly at each other’s throats till he/or you get caught by a djinn and like hug for the first time in over a year? (Maybe the other saw what it would be like to have a good relationship with the other?)

A/N: Hello everyone! I am so sorry about not writing lately. I finally finished by exams and am done with my first year of college! Woohoo! I’m back at it!

Warnings: injuries, crying?

…

“Sam, I don’t want to go down the road you did,” You yell, throwing your book bag down on the bunker table. “I want to hunt with you and Dean!”

“You’re better than that, Y/N,” He holds your school transcript in his hands and is using it as a weapon against your own mind. Being a junior in high school was stressful enough, but for the past year Sam had been trying to convince you that you needed to go to college, to get away from the life. “You’re so smart. Why can’t you see that?”

“I do see it, Sam, I see it on every hunt we go on. I just don’t want to do what you want me to do!”

Sam rolls his eyes and throws the piece of paper on the table. Dean sat at the table, drinking a can of beer and looking between the two of you. He had promised both of you he wasn’t going to be involved in this argument when you both had started. “You’re so stubborn. You’re just like Dean!”

“Maybe I want to be like Dean. Have you ever thought of that?” You stormed away to your room, slamming the door as hard as you could manage behind you. When this argument started a year ago, you had originally thought he had your best interest in mind, but as it continued, you began to believe he was trying to live vicariously through you. It pushed your once close relationship so far away, you barely talked to each other unless it was absolutely necessary or you were arguing.

…

    You walk down the gravel road, your feet crunching on the rocks beneath you. You all had gotten a call from a group of teens who were worried about their friends all going missing. When Dean interviewed them, they told him about an old abandoned village in the woods. Immediately, he knew what it was and so it started your case.

    As hesitant as he was, Dean finally allowed you to go off on your own to search for the Djinn. He had bad experiences with them before, but you begged him for hours and he caved. You approach the grimy looking stone house. You could feel the pressure of the knife coated with dried lamb blood in your back pocket.

    The house smelled of old wood and earth as you entered. You wrinkle your nose to avoid the strong smell. Your feet made quiet thumping sounds when you took steady steps through the empty house. You spot something out of the corner of your eyes and head over, seeing the bodies of a few young women hanging from the ceiling.

    Your heart jumps in your chest as you rush towards them, trying to cut the one who seemed to be alive down as quickly as possible. Before you can even saw the rope, something grabs you from behind and throws you against the wall. You let out a long groan, pain erupting in your side. Something was obviously broken.

    As you look up, you see the figure of a Djinn approaching you, his arm stretched as it goes for your head. You struggle back, but you’re not match. As he touches you with his blue lit arm, you fall unconscious.

…

    You wake up in the bunker, in your own room. Confusion overtakes you as you look around. How did you get here and not wake up. Just as you’re about to stand, Sam walks in, smiling. “Hey, Y/N, I brought you some dinner.”

    “Sam,” I say, rubbing my eyes. “What happened?”

    “What are you talking about,” He furrows his brows as he passes you the plate of spaghetti. “You took a nap because you had a headache.”

    As soon as he says this, you realize what is going on. This is hallucination. Knowing full well this wasn’t actually Sam, you don’t say anything as he leans against the wall. “Come in the living room with me and we’ll watch some TV.”

    Nodding, you stand and follow him, plate in hand, and walk to sit on the couch. He turns the television on to The Simpsons. As you look around, you notice how relaxed he is. How he wants to spend time with you. “Sam, did we ever have a fight about going to college?”

    “No,” He says, shaking his head. “You decided you didn’t want to go. I’m okay with that.”

    So this was your wish, for Sam to allow you to stay at home and hunt with him and Sam. Sam puts an arm around you as you sit and watch the show. “This is really great,” You say. He smiles and messes up your hair.

    “I know, Y/N, I know.”

…

    “Y/N! Y/N,” I hear yelling as I open my eyes groggily. Sam held me in his arms as he walks quickly to the bunker.

    “Sam,” I cry, pain going through my entire body. “My rib is broken I think.”

    “It’s okay, Y/N,” He says, opening the door to the Impala and setting you in carefully. He climbs in after you, rubbing your head when you lay down. Dean runs out of the torn house, knife in hand. He must have killed the Djinn.

    He runs to the car, practically jumping in the front seat as he rushes towards the nearest hospital. “It’s okay, Dean. You can slow down. I think I only broke my rib when the son of a b**** threw me against the wall.”

    “You’re still my little sister, and I have to make sure you’re okay.”

    As you enter the Emergency Room in Sam’s arms, the nurse up front rushes to you. “Is she seriously injured?”

    “She fell. We think she broke a rib,” Sam says quickly.

    “The doctors will want to make sure she doesn’t have any internal bleeding. Let’s get her back quickly.”

    The next few hours were a blur of pain as doctors poked and prodded you, took you back for an x-ray, and said a large amount of information you didn’t know. Eventually, they had concluded that it was two broken ribs and they prescribed you pain medicine. You would be discharging in a few minutes. Sam sits down in the chair next to you for the first time since you’d been here.

    “How are you feeling,” He asks as he leans on the bed.

    “Better,” You say. Tears come to your eyes as you remember the visions you had when you were out of it. “Sam, I just want to be your sister again. I want to stop fighting.”

    He nods, a few tears in his eyes as well. “Y/N, you’re going to be my little sister no matter what. I will always be here for you, even if you don’t want to go to college.”

    You take hold of his shoulders and pull him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him as you hug him tightly. He wraps his own arms around your back, pulling you closer. It’d been so long since you’d hugged your brother.

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[jasntodds]

Reasons to protect Tom Holland at all costs:

He thought Ru Paul’s Drag Race was a car race.

He’s 21 and still using a Spider-Man toothbrush

He doesn't understand hybrid fruit

He was very concerned and adamant about Facebook being illegal in China

Literally asked “what’s the play?” to Anthony Russo as if it were a sports game

“Yeah, but how do we know dinosaurs weren’t pink and furry, though?” 

The way he literally looks up to Chris Pratt

His toilet pun and amusement with the “disco toilet”

The prank interview

The excitement and shit-eating grin he had when he found out he could swear tasting snacks

Him being excited he knows 1 (one) spoiler and has kept it a secret so far

His inability to work Instagram’s stories 99% of the time

[thewinsister]

Hi! Do you have a masterlist? If you did that would be amazing, I love all of your work

yup, here it is: https://thewinsister.tumblr.com/post/165872313506/masterlist-yayy 

also, thank you so much! I’m glad to know you like my stuff :)

[thewinsister]

Hi, I need your help to find a Smut SPN Oneshot! It's DemonDean X Reader. Dean meets Reader in a bar that she owns (I think). After closing time, they go to the back and stuff happens. At the end, Reader is some kind of possessed as well and a subordinate of Dean. Could you or one of your lovely followers help? Thank you!

hmm it sounds familiar but i can’t remember the name. Does anyone else know ?

[strangehorse]

things my boyfriend has done

- urgently marched into A&E and said ‘we’re having knee pain!!’ to the confused receptionist. i had to explain that it was only my knee and that he was just worried

- when asked to tag me in a meme of ‘what water are you?’, said ‘you are the ocean: home to all friends’

- loved ‘filthy gorgeous’ and, rather than learning the words, learned ‘all three parts in the song where they ring a triangle’

- after we had an argument about him not ‘getting’ my ADHD, i caught him halfway through a three hour playlist of lectures on ADHD, with a pen in hand, taking notes

- he suffered a TBI last summer and he did not like the orienting questions they ask (’what year is it? what day is it?’ etc). when asked ‘do you know where you are?’, he cracked one eye open and angrily said ‘in bed!’

- he played knack 2 and hated it. when i asked why he was still playing it, he said ‘so i never have to play it again’. he got every achievement and as soon as he got the last one he stood up, ejected the disc and returned it to the store

- lately he’s given up on making lunch so he just drinks huel which is a meal replacement shake, except huel is kind of boring so he sometimes puts nesquick strawberry powder in there

- my favourite drink is pepsi max. when asked about his dreams for the future, they often involve ‘being rich enough to find a way to pump pepsi max directly into our house’

- one time in our first year of dating i hadn’t seen him in weeks, whereas we normally saw each other all day every day, so i was gonna go stay with him for a couple days. he had a temporary job (i’m talking 2 weeks total) at the time and i was bummed that i was gonna be alone at his for a bit, but w/e. he was texting me like ‘work is going okay, in the line for the canteen right now’ while i got on the bus. i found the key where he said it was, i found a note on the table like ‘hi love! the wifi code is [password], I’ll be back at 5!’, and then I went into the lounge and he was there. he was lying on a fold-out bed with Marvin Gaye playing. the TV was on a powerpoint slide that said ‘Welcome, Jess. I quit my job.’ he was entirely naked except for a cushion with the letter ‘D’ over his crotch. im 95% sure there were candles

- we play the game Rimworld, where you micromanage a colony of people on an alien planet. he uses it entirely to simulate a peaceful colony, mostly of women, who have a large number of animals they care for and train. one time he got this random event where all the women in the colony got a psychic mood boost and he was like ‘honestly that’s my life goal’

- when he was in hospital and his cognitive functions were slowly coming back, he looked up from twitter with horror and said ‘jess… is the american president a racist?’

- we were playing Articulate, which is a game where you have to describe a word without saying the word itself. His partner said ‘when you’re beginning sex, you are…’. he, without a second of hesitation, yelled ‘FOREPLAY’. the answer was actually ‘initiating’, but my ego grew like fourteen times

- one time he asked me what guacamole was, and i told him, and he said ‘if it’s made up of things that already have names why does it have a different name?’ i have not let him live this down yet

- i used to have an eating disorder, and whilst i’m good 99.9% of the time now i occasionally do have wobbles. one time i’d eaten some mini-donuts and i told him ‘i kind of want to check the calories on those…’, so he immediately pulled the label off and ate it

- i lost him for like twenty minutes at a uni event, and when i found him he presented me with a pepsi max badge and said ‘i rode this mechanical bull to try and win you a year’s supply but i fell off pretty quickly. sorry.’

- we won the ‘best couple’ award in our year at uni, but neither of us were there to collect it because i was ill and he left halfway through to come home and take care of me

- one time he wasn’t paying attention while making lunch and he cracked an egg directly into the bin. the look of confusion on his face was priceless.

- on the rare occasions when i wake up before him, when i kiss him/ touch him he makes these little like… activation sounds? you know like when you touch a cat? it’s like those

[randomslasher]

This is the cutest thing I have read with my own eyes

[oscar-piastri]

‘AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR’ LONDON FAN SCREENING - ARRIVALS

[thewinsister]

Makeup

Warnings: None i think, does “ this probably sucks “ count as a warning?

Summary/Request: Could you do a imagine where tom holland falls in love with his makeup artist that was working on a movie with him and they’ve been dating for awhile?😬💕

Characters: Tom Holland, harrison (mentioned)

Word count: 995

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

Today was your 1 year anniversary with Tom, your amazing boyfriend who you met all thanks to the movie. You woke up alone in your shared bed, a few rays of sunlight managed to escape from the curtains draping over the window, the sounds of pans clamouring in the kitchen was heard, you paid no attention to it, you were too tired. You rolled over to the empty spot, where Tom’s warmth still lingered, you breathed in his scent and smiled.

If someone would have told you 1 year before, that you’d meet the love of your life while on the job, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. To the people you worked with you were just someone that helped them get ready. You would eventually become friends with the people you worked with, but you never fell in love with each other. That changed the second you began your first day on Chaos Walking, though.

This was one of your major jobs in your entire career as a makeup artist. You had been working as a professional makeup artist on movies for a while now, it was amazing. Everyday you got to talk to all of these amazing people, and everyday you did something different. Wether it was making an entirely new face for someone with makeup, or simply making them look better for the camera, you always loved it. You remembered your first day on the job, Tom was so kind since day one, he would always came in with a smile and ready for whatever he had to do. You began to think about the first time you met.

*FLASHBACK*

As you prepared your supplies for your day of work a tall handsome man walked into the trailer. He was smiling kindly and approached you with a raised hand, you took it and shook it.

“Hi, I’m Tom. Nice to meet you!” He spoke in an excited tone.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too!” You looked into each others eyes, there was a sort of glint in them, as if they were shining.

He would later confess to you that the moment he walked through the trailer door for the first time and saw you, he immediately thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Later you would become good friends during the time filming, whenever your days off coincided, you would spend the day together, most of the time along with harrison. You and him were on each others social media so much, the fans even began to ship you! It wasn’t long after this that you began to wonder what you felt for him, more than just friends. It wasn’t long after that that you realized how much you really liked him.

The smell of coffee rose from the kitchen below, a scent that reminded you of your first date with tom when he had taken you to a coffee shop. You remembered when he asked you on that very date, how nervous he was.

*FLASHBACK*

It was a day like any other, just like the day you had first met, you were organizing the brushes and the makeup, preparing for the day ahead. Tom, the man you had grew to love in every way, came in to the trailer.

“Good morning, Tom!”

“Good morning, love” He seemed different, his looked much more excited and twitchy than usual, you thought nothing of it though, maybe he drank too much coffee this morning. He sat in the chair in front of you, waiting for you to begin with the makeup, and so you did. You began brushing his face with different colours and shades for the effect the Director had told you he wanted as usual, you noticed he began to bite his fingers, a habit he had when he was nervous or bored. He wasn’t talking much either, normally he’d whip out some witty banter, always ended up making you laugh. Today was different though, quiet and he seemed nervous. You stop applying the makeup on his face and looked at him. Upon realizing you had stopped he looked at you questioningly.

“What’s up with you? You acting weird Holland.” You frowned as you stared at him a little worried, what had gotten into you.

“I’m just a little nervous…” He said then stayed quiet for a second thinking, before continuing, “I’m planning on asking a girl I really like, to go on a date with me. I don’t know how to though” You felt your heart drop, he was going to ask someone out? You couldn’t reveal that you liked him so you just played it off cool.

“Oh, really? I suggest you just say it, quickly though, like a bandaid.” You said, it made you sad to know he wanted to be with someone that wasn’t you, but at the same time you were happy for him.

“You sure?”

“Yup”

“Okay then, well um… Love, will you go out with me?” Your heart lifted itself back up and shot through the air like a rocket. What. You were definitely not expecting that.

“Yes, oh my god, I was not expecting that.” You laughed nervously, and he joined you. He always did make you laugh.

*END OF FLASHBACK

A smile creeped its way onto your face. You heard footsteps approaching you, then a gentle and large hand touched you gently on the shoulder.

“Mornin’ Love, how you doing?” The voice from the person you considered your soulmate was still croaky from sleep, you smiled at how adorable it was.

“I’m good, you?” You said as you turned on your back to see him, only to be surprised by a tray filled with a big plate of waffles and fruit and coffee. “What’s all this?”

“A little breakfast in bed for the woman I love that’s all, happy anniversary darlin’ “ You looked into each other’s eyes, the glint from that first day was still there.

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Hey guys! Sorry this took so much to upload, I had some unexpected events which caused a little delay on this, but I hope you like it! I’m not as proud of it as I want to be but it was really fun to write again in so long!

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Treat me like Drake treats Toronto

[snorlaxatives]

@ the water that drips down my arms when i wash my face and makes a big ass mess: fuckin fight me

[beevean]

reasons I’m still on this hellsite:

1) nowhere else I could find posts this specifically relatable