#WIITY

[ramiethestarr]

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[venomnyx]

Are you currently working on any new fics? I came from AO3 btw c:

Hiii welcome!! Thank you for joining us!!

I am currently working on a couple of Halsin fics, most of them are choppy and self indulgent and I’m not sure if I’ll ever properly hash them out to be posted

But I am alsooo working on P2 of WIITYS (Harry fic) which is coming along veeerryy nicely. Hoping to have her finished and out by the weekend!

[qubixo1]

American Airlines Plant Crash: A Kansass The Milsass Marching Grade to find the answers

Kansas ‘men’ were sworn to find the answers of families who had a dying problem in Wiiti to Washington DC, which adults say they did not leave the survivors. Hikopri’s black Hawpri hit the American Aircraft which was a minute to reach Ronald Reagan Airline, leaving all trips inside and out of the tide of the smaller airport. “Our prayers have families and friends for the aircraft that occurred in…

[bizarrzibub]

Okay I can't get this out of my head. I have ADHD. I am considered by the mainstream view of society to be a little distractable, but otherwise competent. People think my problems are just caused by laziness and a willingness to use a minor diagnosis as an excuse.

When people talk about disabled communities, I know that they are not talking about me. But my brain literally does not work correctly and it stops me from living my life to the fullest. I could right my whole life in a couple weeks if I start taking One Pill a Day but under capitalism, that pill costs hundreds of dollars a month, and I can't afford that. Insurance costs at minimum 40 dollars a month and I would still have to pay 65 dollars a visit to get prescriptions plus 30 dollars at the pharmacy to get the medicine in hand.

Don't you think my life would be a little easier if someone who knew how to make the meds would just give them to me for free? And then I wouldn't have executive dysfunction and I could learn skills and be useful to other people in society! In other words, I rely on my community and in so doing become more reliable to my community.

At the end of the day, these short, quippy, and wrong little remarks people leave at the ends of posts sometimes come from bad instincts. I was tempted to end this paragraph with a "wiity" remark myself. But that kind of hostility doesn't serve anyone. I think you're wrong about how you conceptualize communism, but I don't want to point that out to laugh at you. I want to point it out, so you can stop being wrong and start being right.

if your vision of communist society is one in which the disabled have to rely on the goodwill of others to live that vision sucks

[reevanuray]

As one reads those texts between them, goes back into those very moments, when...

Person 1: My world is the sky, which I cant see from here.. Can't we talk?

Person 2:I thought I was gonna be yours from now on eh!

Person 1: haha! seriously which is it this time? A book or movie?(annoyed)

Person 2: None... just yours and mine. After all you are my muse. (smirks)

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

What If I Told You (7)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members at times.

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Warnings: Cursing; divorce; break up; angst-ish at times, but mostly fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is divorced from an unnamed ex in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

A/n: This is mostly filler, if I being honest. Its fluff, but I needed some build up to the next chapter (which will be allllll the fluff, so stay tuned). Special thanks to my rosie for beta-ing this for me.

You awoke to a light tapping on your apartment door that grew progressively louder as you ignored it. Shoving your comforter above your head, you attempted to will the infernal knocking into another dimension. The sun had yet to rise, and in your fatigued state of mind you couldn’t understand why someone would be trying to rouse you from blissful sleep so early… until you realized

why

they were here.

You shot up quickly enough to cause a head rush, glaring at the clock on your nightstand. 5:45 a.m. Shit! You were supposed to be up a half an hour ago.

You kicked your bare legs out from beneath your down comforter and sprinted towards your door where Clint, your driver, body guard, and whom you affectionately called your ‘one functioning brain cell’ was standing with a latte from your favorite coffee shop.

“I’m so sorry!” you practically shouted at the man in front of you, causing him to wince and hold up his hands in surrender.

“Whoa! Calm down kitten.” His velvety southern accent calming your nerves slightly. He took in your frazzled state and disheveled hair and deduced that your alarm didn’t go off. “Phone not workin’?” He asked.

You exhaled dejectedly, “Oh, son of a bitch.” You muttered as you stomped back into your apartment. Damn you for not having a real alarm clock.  “I forgot to charge it last night. Damnit. Mother fuc—“

“Y/n!” Clint stopped you in your fury. “Relax, okay? Your set call isn’t until 7:30. We’ve got plenty of time to make it to set for makeup and wardrobe. Just get changed and meet me downstairs.” He called as he led himself back to your door.

With haste and hurry, you shrugged into some leggings, a faded t-shirt, and a flannel. Brushing your teeth was the most “grooming” you had time for, resolving that they’d be doing your hair and makeup when you got to set anyway. The messy bun you were sporting was just a little… messier than normal. You were notoriously the first to set on days when you had an early schedule, and waking up late just threw off your whole rhythm. You grabbed your bag and the latte Clint had left on your counter and hurried down the stairs, careful not to slip on the rain drenched concrete.

“Brrrr.” You mumbled as you shook off the light drizzle from your clothes as you hopped into Clint’s SUV. “It’s freezing. And wet. Why is it either always freezing or wet here?”

Clint’s deep chuckle bounded from his chest and turned his cheeks a rosy shade of red as he cranked up the heat. He was from Alabama, had a thick, bushy beard, and his salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back with gel. He was in his fifties and reminded you a lot of an uncle you hadn’t seen in many years. Although he didn’t have the title, per se, he may as well have been your assistant. He knowingly kept track of your schedules, made sure you were where you needed to be, when you needed to be there, and was a fierce force against any paparazzi that dared question you or the boys when you were with them. You lovingly called him and Cliff, Jensen and Jared’s bodyguard, “C2”.

“I’m still not used to it, and don’t know that I’ll ever be.” He commented as he shifted into drive. “You wanna plug in your phone? Your spare charger’s in the glove box.”

“Nah. We’ll be on set soon enough. I can plug it in then.”

It was only a twenty minute ride to the studio, so you decided to just charge it in your trailer while you were being prepped for filming.  

You chatted with Clint about his kids and wife and their new puppy, Frank. You couldn’t help but smile when his eyes shone at the mention of his newest love that he’d adopted from a shelter a few weeks ago. He was a big ole softy when it came to dogs.

It wasn’t until you were driving through the gates of the studio that you remembered what scenes you were filming today. Every nerve ignited in your body as you opened your trailer door, excitement and fear both coursing through you as you remembered Jensen’s lips attached to yours.

And damn Jared and his gold-star meddling. Sure, you liked to reason that you would have eventually noticed that your name was said during rehearsal, but all of the emotion swirled in that instant made your recollection fuzzy. Words spoken could have been mistaken in memory of that instance, but that kiss was burned into your memory forever.

With a deep sigh, you plugged in your phone and rushed to the cosmetics trailer, plopping down as Jennifer set to work on your hair.

Your latte was emptied and your hair was freshly curled when Jared swung the trailer door open Kramer-style.

“Always late to the party.” You teased with a smirk.

“Cinderella is never late to the ball.” Jared retorted with a wink.

“Oh!” you chuckled as you stood from the ‘hair chair’, “is that what we’re calling you these days? I’ll be sure to make some adjustments to your trailer, princess.”

As you moved away, Jared peeled the beanie from his head and shook out his locks, preparing for his turn as you moved on to makeup.

As brushes were being cleaned and supplies gathered, you and Jared had a slim moment of privacy in the small space.

“Hey, Jar?” you whispered into the silence. “Jar?... Jared!”

He peaked up from his phone when you nudged him. “Hmm? What?”

“Man… you have the attention span of a rabbit.”

“I can be a rabbit or Cinderella, not both, Y/n.”

“Whatever…. Quick question, though…”

“Okay…” he waited, eyes trained on your fidgeting hands.

When you finally pushed down the lump in your throat, you asked, “How did you know about yesterday?—About, you know, what Jensen said?”

His hazel eyes sparkled for a sharp second, too much knowledge behind them for your liking, when he replied, “He told me.”

You nodded, not wanting to seem to eager to press for information, but couldn’t resist, “What else did he say?”

“I—“ Jared shushed when the ladies returned and set to work getting the two of you ready for filming.

The two of you sat in silence as you contemplated what else was said during their interaction, but Jared was not giving you any further hints as to what happened. You itched for your phone so you could text him repeatedly, glaring at him out of the corner of your eye as he was entrenched in Twitter.

“Alright! All done.” Jennifer patted Jared on his shoulders.

“Us, too.” Trisha smiled at your reflection.

Jared swung his long legs to pull himself out of the chair, meeting you halfway in between them. “So?” you asked, feeling shorter than ever in his presence.

He secretly loved being the middleman between the two of you. He’d been eyeing the two of you for the last few years and eagerly noticed all of the lingering touches, stolen glances, and small glimmers of affection that you both seemed to miss from the other. He knew you were almost there… almost to the point where the maddening run-around would be over, so he gave you one final push.

“Y/n…” he scowled gently. “You and Jensen need to talk. Trust me.” He murmured with a soft smile and a loving pat on the shoulder.

The door swung open once more, but with less vigor than Jared’s entrance. Jensen shouted something over his shoulder to his P.A. before climbing the two metal steps.

His green eyes glistened as they locked on your face, a breathless call of your name escaped from his lips.

“Jay… hi.” You breathed.

Jared not-so-gracefully shoved your arm, causing you to stumble in the direction of the man that made your insides turn to mush.

“Hey.” He smiled. A light scruff donned his cheeks and his hair was fluffed in the most gorgeous way, like he had just finished running his hands through it. He lightly raked his tongue across his plump lower lip, making your skin tingle. “How are you?” he asked.

“Good, you?” you tested as he came to stand in front of you.

“Tired, but good.” He chuckled. “I—uh… I tried to call you last night. Did you get my message?” he asked shyly, one hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

Your face fell in confusion and disappointment, kicking yourself for missing his phone call, “My phone died last night… I’m sorry. I haven’t checked it since I woke up.”

“Its okay, really. I figured you were sleeping anyways.”

“Jensen?” Jennifer called. “Your chair’s ready.” She said, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“On the way.” He smiled to her. Shoving his hands in his pockets nervously and rocking on the balls of his feet, he continued, “Well, give it a listen and uh… tell me what you think, okay?”

You nodded, “I will, I promise.”

Just as you were turning to leave, you felt a slight grip on your hand. Jensen grasped your petite palm in his and gave it a light squeeze, “I’ll see you in a few, sweetheart.”

With flushed cheeks and a stupid grin, you nodded again, dumbfounded, giddy, and unable to do anything else.

He sat down and met your eyes once more in the mirror, his lips curling just enough to make his adorable dimples appear.

Once the door shut, you almost missed the last step and fumbled down to the pavement with a curse, taking a second to shake off embarrassment before racing to your trailer and immediately checking your voicemail.

“Hey, Y/n. I’m sorry it’s so late, but uh… I wanted to… see how you were, I guess. Well, I know you’re asleep now, but… can we spend some time together tomorrow? Just you and me? There’s something I need to tell you. I’ll see you then, sweetheart. Sweet dreams.”

A mixture of dread, anticipation, and joy flowed through you quickly before you went to wardrobe and the large warehouse that held the bunker’s set, carefully holding your umbrella as to not ruin everything that had just been done for your look.

When you arrived, Jared and Jensen were in the ‘library’ with scripts in hands.

“Alright, folks!” the director shouted to the cast and crew. “We’ve just got a quick meeting here before we travel to location for the day. Here are your schedules and breaks and travel itineraries. Jensen, Jared, and Y/n will be filming first, stunts and extras are already in transport. Any questions?” he asked while papers were being shuffled to each actor and staff member. “Nope? Alright, then. Let’s get this show on the road!” he clapped.

Quickly and gently shoving through the sea of people that were making their way out, you made your way to Jensen as he handed off his script.

“Jay?” you called, causing him to look up to where you were squeezing through the last of the mob.

Rushing towards him, you planted yourself as everyone else filed out around you. “I got your message.”

“Yeah?” he replied with a flicker of hope and a hint of a smile.

“I’d really like that… us meeting up later, I mean.” you said.  

He sigh, almost relieved, “You would?”

“Absolutely.” You beamed.

“Me too.”

<Series Masterlist; Part 8>

A/n 2: I received an anon ask when I was looking for fic ideas(see below) for a Jensen x actress!reader fic a while ago, but recently got hit with a spark of inspiration. This is based off of the song “What if I Said” by Anita Cochran and Steve Wariner and will be a short mini-series. Also there is a wife mentioned in some parts, but I purposefully left this person nameless as to not insinuate anything for Jensen’s real life.                                                                

Anonymous said: Hi! Just saw your post about looking for fic ideas. I’ve had this idea that I really like where reader is an actor on Supernatural and is friends with Jensen. They have a scene where they have to kiss or even just have to be right up in each other’s space and it makes them realize they like each other. It’s probably a common thing to write about, but I thought I’d ask anyway. Thanks!

[koocycle]

hi! just wanna ask if ur going to make a part 2, of "what if i told you" ?

i’m not planning on it for now!

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[duchessofostergotlands]

Why is William looking more handsome? Is his hair growing back or somthing? Idk what but the past few weeks hes been glowing. Maybe sex glow lol, he does seem more wiity & happier

Just going to breeze past the reference to his sex life. He smiled at stuff but other than that I didn’t really notice!! I’m only interested in him when he brings the beard

[dedicatedfollower467]

Faraangi ca puruum ninli wiiti rin, ninli ipala alunsimpalitum rin in unuu li ila suami ninli. Spirit I command you.PL come here / you.PL see charm this and smell it from belly your.PL Spirits, I command you to come here, look at this charm and smell it from your belly.

Ping fuwiwupan wupan rin iyingi in atuuanara. Niiru li shaama ixuuna yuu, li ngaxiin li rusi in manta. Niiru li fiuru ngiisu yuu uku litumi, li fiuru uun liinu raatati mifu sam litumi atuua shima li uku li. Li shima shusi sam li mitupu uku faraangi. Who dwell.in house here be.honorable and be.just. While they hunt tree.llama many, they kill them fast and clean. While they gather plant many from forest, they gather NEG number ascend over what forest able give it to them. They give portion what they craft to spirit. Those who dwell within this house are honorable and just. When they hunt tree-llamas, they kill them quickly and cleanly. When they harvest plants from the forest, they do not take more than the forest can give them. They give a portion of whatever they craft to the spirits.

Rin irin, in ca puruum ninli akuunipala in shimaalun paxu fuwi wupan rin. Faraangi ila tangi in rakara, ca puruum unuu ninli ukuila li. Faraangi ila shimapipiu in ixuuna, ca puruum ninli tuapu li. Faraangi ping shima afa, ninli wiitikapa rin. This be.true / and I command you.PL protect and bless person at house here. Spirit of finish and hell.pig / I command nose your.PL leave them. Spirit of birth and tree.llama / I command you.PL surround them. Spirit who give joy / you.PL be.welcome here. Since this is so, I command you to protect and bless the people in this house. Spirits of death and hell pigs, I command you to turn your noses away from them. Spirits of birth and tree-deer, I command you to surround them. Spirits who give joy, you are welcome here.

Luluya Canli (aka the Canli Paxu Protolanguage, aka Yet Another Protolanguage) is a conlang spoken by the Canli Paxu, a group of Neanderthals living in a temperate rainforest, in between an ocean to the west and a large inland sea to the east, in the southern hemisphere of their planet.

The above text is a protective charm or blessing that would have been carved into outer walls and roof of a wooden house. It is written in the Minling Script, an abugida derived from the Canli Paxu’s earlier logographic writing system.

(I was really inspired by all the helpful advice I got from people, so I decided to add more details about how the language works under the cut).

Some features of Luluya Canli:

SVO word order

NP order: noun, numeral, quantifier, adjective, demonstrative, prepositional phrase, relative clause

No ditransitive verbs - all indirect objects must be stated with a preposition.

No morphological plural - the optional verb yuu, ‘to be abundant,’ may be used for clarity’s sake; however, all nouns are natively ambiguous to plurality.

Adjectives are intransitive verbs, and intransitive verbs are adjectives. Since Luluya Canli is isolating, this isn’t very obvious except in how the words themselves are used. For example;

Ixuuna yuu rin wupan ca.

Tree.llama be.many near house my

The tree-llamas are abundant near my house.

Paxushaama ngaxiin ixuuna yuu.

Hunter kill tree.llama many

The hunter killed many tree-llamas.

Many verbs are derived from nouns without any change whatsoever, in much the same way that modern English speakers like to verb nouns.

tuapu ‘belt’ --> tuapu ‘to encircle’

That can get a little weird when prepositions derive from verbs which are derived from nouns, also without any change.

mifu ‘bird’ --> mifu ‘to fly’ --> mifu ‘over’

Mifu mifu mifu mifufiuru.

Bird fly over flock.

The bird flew over the flock.

But I mean, English has “Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo,” so I think it’ll work out okay. Luluya Canli keeps things clear the same way English does - by have pretty strict word order.

Anyway, my mom’s shouting at me to get stuff done so I have to go, but. Thanks!

[venomnyx]

I need you to know that I am THRIVING on your Harry Osborn/Reader fics, I am giggling and kicking my legs in joy. I hope your writing is going and I wanna see what you do next!

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate you reaching out to tell me!! I love love love writing for him. He feels a little like a blank canvas almost and my creativity absolutely thriiives.

I’ve started part three of WIITYS but haven’t got around to writing too much because I’ve been busy with my DND campaign that im DMing and focusing on other hobbies so I don’t burn myself out :3

Other projects include writing a lil spicy spider-man someth for a dear friend of mine hehe (ro im lookin at u) and potentially some stranger things stuff??? the announcement of filming season 5 got me back on my bullshit LMAO

[witty-diagnosis]

Uni life

sorry guys, I’m well aware I haven’t updated in over a week, in fact 9 days if I remember correctly, I will tomorrow, I’ve just been settling in to the uni routine, and as usual it’s been pretty hectic, now it’s not been your typical uni freshers week but with me it never is, so as always, I’ll see you guys soon.

[alwayshomelifestyle-blog]

What If I Told You... #kendricklamar #bigsean #humble #tde #rapbeef #complex #genius #whatifitoldyou #WIITY #alwayshome 🎥 @simplypops

[goddessgirl]

You're really funny you know, so wiity and beautiful 😍😍😍😍

Anon omg 😚 what did I do to deserve these kind words 😍😭 Thank you so much you beautiful soul 💖

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

What If I Told You Masterlist

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

More to Come!

[savesgu]

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