#now get me talking about doctor who or supernatural or twilight and boy do I have takes that would make people roll in their graves | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sarah-dipitous · 1 year

Text

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 26

Bloodlust/The Christmas Invasion

"Bloodlust"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Bestie, why are we out in the woods at night? Do you want to get beheaded? It's apparently how you get beheaded. I'd survive by NOT BEING IN THE WOODS AT NIGHT

Good to see Baby up and running again. Amazing, though, last I saw, Dean beat the absolute shit out of that car after restoring so much of it. Literally how last episode ended...and now it's perfect? Okay.

This...police chief? sheriff? is actually kind of funny because he's knowledgeable about farming stuff, as could very well be important in small town Montana. He's probably wrong to dismiss that there's a supernatural element to these cow mutilations, but that's based on the fact that...this is the show I'm watching.

Hooooo, the boys are RUS-TYYY. Get your stories straight about what news paper you're pretending to be from

Mmmm, so here's the thing. Girl who died in the beginning was a vampire, and I don't know that I could honestly say "I would survive by simply not becoming a vampire." Sure, in OUR world, obviously...but in one where vampires actually exist? Well...

I think this guy following the boys is another hunter, not a vampire. Did I recall that correctly? (I did.)

$20 says the boys didn't leave town and will now save this other hunter. (I love being right)

Hey. I shouldn't be um...this attracted (?) to specifically when Dean was driving that electric saw through the neck of a vampire. But it was kinda hot.

Nah, Dean, you should stop hangin' around this guy. Shitty that this is the only hunter we've met who isn't white. Real shitty that the only hunter we've met who Ellen calls dangerous is a black man. Oof and the some of the lines they give him make it extra gross.

The Cullens never had to put up with this shit. Yeah, these vamps don't have the Volturi after them, but between the Volturi and hunters? I'm not sure which I'd pick. Actually, excise Edward and the Cullens would have just been left alone by the Volturi...the problems started when he decided to start dating Bella. I'm spending too much time talking about Twilight and not Supernatural...

It's not so much a surprise that Dean....no actually, it is kinda a surprise that Dean just slugged Sam right in the face. They've been fighting for....what? a whole season and three episodes? about doing what John wanted. Yeah, it's gotta hurt Dean to hear Sam be so devoted to what John would want them to do when that's ALL Dean ever did while Sam rebelled, but Sam IS right that he can't just fill the John-shaped hole in their hearts and lives with just anyone.

There's a difference between doing the job these guys do and, I dunno, literal torture.

This is such sibling behavior (for good reason). Dean wanting Sam to punch him in the face as a freebie.

Also, I love their heart to hearts over the roof of the Impala

"Been On My Mind...": Nada.

"The Christmas Invasion"

You know. As much of a shock as it was for Rose to see the change in the Doctor, she's now gotta convince Jackie and Mickey that this is (somehow) the same guy, and it's been long enough that I don't remember how.......well, I guess arrival in the TARDIS definitely helps.

Ah hahahaha...it never fails to get a sensible chuckle from me when they ask "Doctor who??"

They put him in some jammies. Adorable.

Most of the time I do feel bad for Mickey, but damn, kid, you really need to move on. You're not endearing yourself to her by dismissing Rose's stories from her travels and then saying "you can rely on me, I don't go around changing my face."

Yeah, girl, forget all the wonderful and terrible things you've experienced VERY RECENTLY on your travels in TIME AND SPACE, including the fact that you HAVE in fact nearly died SEVERAL TIMES. Christmas DEFINITELY supersedes that!

This was not supposed to be an anti-Mickey post, but he's being incredibly unlikable right now. Can't wait for them to break up fr.

I know I'm not going to get the answer from just posting it in here, but...like...are the masks the Santas with the brass instrument flamethrowers wear like a real thing in England? Here, we've got enough dudes who just look enough like Santa that they just grow a beard. Do y'all not have that? Or is this just a construct for the purposes of the show?

Are the regeneration wisps sending out the signals to the attacking aliens?

I forgot it wasn't just the Santas but the actual Christmas tree, too. It's ridiculous and yet still kind of terrifying. I can't imagine acting opposite that.

It's been too long since 2005 and I can't remember if my family was in the...no. We weren't using dial up then...

I'm just gonna say it. Dabi took over an entire country's TV transmissions way better than these aliens.

YEAH, Harriet!! (Considering they don't give the US president a name, you can only assume that they are referencing the president in 2005, and her telling him he's not her boss and he's not turning this into a war. Love this for her)

This part is really, properly terrifying. This is actually worse than the Thanos snap in the mcu. Because even though these people are being mind controlled and their loved ones can kind of tell that's what's happening, they're all going to numerous rooftops. And if Earth doesn't surrender, they'll be forced to jump. Horrifying. 2 billion people just wiped out. wtf.

Why did you send A Positive blood into space? Dude. How does that even make sense?

Hearing that the Queen's Speech is canceled...well, yeah, guess it is. Wait...the whole royal family is on the roof?? I'm obsessed with the predicaments the writers put their characters in.

I want to be mad that tea was the answer to waking up the Doctor, but like.........I can't bring myself to be.

"Oh I'm sorry that's rude. Is that what I am now? Rude and not ginger" God...I do love this show sometimes.

I FORGOT HE STARTS QUOTING "THE CIRCLE OF LIFE" I started laughing so hard my leg cramped up

"This hand," (switches to a bad American accent, but that's probably part of the point of it) "is a fightin' hand!" GOD. these last 20 minutes of the episode are brilliant

Wait...I love that Arthur Dent exists in the Doctor Who universe. The Doctor's met him...what a wonderful small detail that I almost didn't catch.

There's gotta be more than just THOUSANDS of alien species, right? Of varying levels of sentience and consciousness?

Oh, Damn. There's SO. MUCH. that I've forgotten over the years. Well, the "don't you think she looks tired?" line came up much sooner than I remembered. That was absolutely cold. blooded.

And now we get the Doctor playing dress up while Christmas dinner goes on.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #wanna know how many other fandoms i can talk about tonight?

2 notes · View notes

bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

Note

One-shot: Y/n Is Spiderman(Andrew Garfield Version) and goes to Forks High School, and Is a loner, and orphan. The Cullens are curious, about him, because Edward can't read his mind because of his Spider-Sense, and Alice can't see his future. Also because his blood, and scent acts as an anchor to The Cullens to control their bloodlust which makes them appreciate him more, and're always near him in school so Jasper doesn't go outta control.

the amazing spider-man

twilight one shot

twilight & spider man crossover, male!reader x the cullens

no warnings really

your senses were in overdrive as you entered the small cafeteria. not just because you were now surrounded by hundreds of chatty teenagers, but because they were there.

the cullens has been on your radar for quite a long time. having fought vampires before, it was your nature to inspect them before they became a threat.

you had known that the cullen’s were a ‘special’ breed of vampires, choosing to only feed on animals than humans.

it was nobel act but still, you had to be cautious.

you took a seat at an empty table and gently set your lunch down. after months of attending forks high school, you still hadn’t made very many friends. instead, you preferred the silence of being alone.

you took a bite out of your sandwich and just as you did, you smelled them.

looking up, you saw the five unnatural creatures walking into the cafeteria like they owned the place. the blonde, rosalie, was scowling at all the people that gawked at her. the burly brunette, emmett, had an arm around her protectivly. jasper, the one you knew had the most trouble controlling himself, was being reassured by his mate alice. and edward...well...he looked the most normal as he wore an expression that was downright miserable.

you noticed them the second they entered the cafeteria. your senses tingled, warning you of danger. but they didn’t seem to notice you though, at least not yet. it would be a couple seconds before edward realized that he couldn’t read your mind, and that your blood was calling out to them in a way different than everybody else’s.

you slumped back into your seat as the curious vampires turned to you. with your hearing, you knew that they were talking about you.

“do you guys smell that?” emmett asked his siblings, nodding his head in your general direction so fast you almost missed it.

“it’s coming him,” edward hissed, motioning towards you. “i can’t read his mind.”

“and i can’t see his future, either,” alice said worriedly.

“do you suppose he’s something supernatural, too?” jasper asked.

“not likely. just a really rare human,” rosalie said.

you almost smirked. oh, if only they knew.

shaking your head, you leaned back into your seat. you had biology with edward and jasper next. you’d learn more about them there, but for now, you enjoyed your lunch and let them speculate over who exactly you were.

the classroom filled up quickly.

and you were late, no thanks to flash thompson, a boy that seemed to have it out for you ever since you arrived.

he had tripped you in the hallway, and because of this you weren’t able to get a good seat.

you were hoping to be somewhere near the cullens, but by the time you had arrived they had already stolen your table in the back.

you scowled as you had to sit in a middle row, next to a clumsy girl named bella. you hated that you were so exposed, but luckily bella was just as antisocial as you were.

she made no move to talk or even want to acknowledge your presence during the whole class. the only time she had to speak to you was during the lab you guys were working on, and it was because she asked for a bandaid.

“papercut,” she whispered, her cheeks turning red at your expression.

you looked horrified, but it wasn’t because of her.

it was because you currently had two vampires behind you, knowing that at least one of them could barley control themselves.

you froze up, your instincts kicking in just in case you needed to stop them.

but...you dared to take a peak back at the cullens.

you didn’t know what you expected — maybe them staring at bella with dark eyes with their fangs bared or something — but in reality, it was none of that.

both edward and jasper seemed to be in complete control, not even phased by the human girl’s blood. in fact, as far as you could see their eyes were still as gold as honey.

they weren’t even looking at bella.

but that was because they had their attention on someone else.

someone who’s scent seemed to cancel out everything else in the room.

you.

the confrontation came shortly after school that day.

because you were an orphan and lived by yourself, you had the pleasure of walking yourself home.

only, that’s not quite what happened.

for some reason, you decided to walk through the forest that day and use your webs to swing around. it was honestly your favorite thing to do. there was nothing more liberating than swinging above the tallest trees, and saying hi to the birds that flew in the sky.

you had just made your way past a river and was pertched in a tree when you saw them.

or rather, your senses alerted you of their presence and a second later, they were there.

all seven cullens seemed to be gathered at the base of your tree. it shocked you, and you began wondering why in the hell they were there. you tried to hide but you knew it was no use, they could smell you.

“hello there! do you mind coming down? my family and i would like to talk to you,” carlisle, the leader of the group who you knew to be a doctor and had the most control, spoke.

his golden eyes held kindness and he held his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. the others simply stared at you curiously.

“and how do i know you’re not being genuine?” you called back down to them, hanging onto the tree. “i’ve met your kind before. most if not all want to kill me.”

“we’re different,” a woman, esme, spoke up. “but i’m sure you already know that. because you’re different, too, right? you’re not human.”

“partially,” you found yourself correcting. “i had an...accident a few years ago. now i am what i am.”

“please, just come down. we can talk about this in a more comfortable setting,” carlisle said.

you found yourself hesitant for a moment. sure, their eyes were golden but they were still vampires, right?

but then again...if they wanted to kill you they wouldn’t have entertained you for that long. despite living forever, vampires had no patience when it came to a meal.

“...fine...,” you reluctantly agreed and got your webs ready, “i’m coming down.”

the forks breeze whipped at your face as you latched your webs onto a tree and swung down. the cullens looked absolutely amazed as you landed in front of them, unharmed.

“how did you do that?” emmett wasted no time in asking. he sounded beyond excited.

you almost smiled. “long story. i was bitten by a spider and now i have all the capabilities except i’m human,” you explained.

“fascinating,” edward whispered. “is that why i can’t read your mind?”

“or why i can’t see your future?” alice piped up.

“probably,” you merely shrugged. “but i can’t be for sure. i don’t really know much on vampires, except how to kill them.”

the family looked stunned at your revelation.

“why are you here?” rosalie asked cautiously, her body language changing to protect her family. “what do you want with us?”

“what i want with all vampires,” you told them. “i don’t wanna hurt you but i will if you hurt any humans.”

“jasper told us that you prevented that, though,” carlisle spoke up. “around your blood...he wasn’t even phased.”

“it was like everything else cancelled out,” jasper confessed. “this girl...she had a paper cut but it didn’t even bother me.”

“and it was because of him?” rosalie asked astonished.

you blushed slightly as they all turned to you.

“didn’t know i had that effect,” you muttered.

“would you be willing to talk more?” carlisle asked. “my family and i, we live not too far from here. perhaps we can talk more and see if maybe, you could help us.”

“help you? you mean like with your thirst?” you asked.

“precisely. if you can stop jasper...” edward shook his head. “i heard his thoughts. isabella is alive because of you. if we can find out more, then maybe...”

“maybe we could have a real shot at not thirsting for human blood anymore,” rosalie said.

the meeting with cullens had been strange, to say the least. but it was also nothing short of fascinating.

it took you a while to open up, but after discovering that your blood was somewhat of an anchor to them you found yourself actually wanting to help the cullens.

they weren’t bad people. and if they all had a choice, they wouldn’t be what they were.

you knew jasper especially had regrets about being a vampire. he had a hard time controlling himself around humans after decades of drinking their blood.

but now, you had decided to come to an agreement with them.

if they helped you hunt rouge vampires that were feeding on humans, then you’d stick around and help them control their thirst.

that was precisely why, a week later, the whole cafeteria stared as you walked in with them side-by-side.

for once, jasper didn’t look tortured as he walked passed the array of humans. alice didn’t have to search the future constantly wondering if he’d hurt anybody.

rosalie and emmett were over the moon at the possibly that you could help them adopt a baby since their thirst was under control.

and edward...well...

he still looked miserable, but you supposed you couldn’t help everyone. besides, it wasn’t because he had to endure thoughts coming from a room full of teenagers.

it was because, for some reason, he still thirsted for isabella swan.

but that was a story for another day.

666 notes · View notes

maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

Text

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 25

-----------

2005

It was the semi-finales for girl’s lacrosse. Miraculously, I was made captain as a freshman. Which meant, for some reason, people were offended and thought that I should be picked on more. Fact of the matter is that lacrosse is a game of strategy. Together; with the help of my teammates, we would play to win. Being captain wasn’t a choice, Finstock made me captain and the role was a big shoe to fill. But here we are, semi-finales.

As we made our way out to the play, I looked at the stands. Mom, Dad, Uncle Noah, Stiles, Scott on one end. Laura and Derek on the other side.

There were fifteen minutes left in the game, the score was tied. We needed to make one more goal to win and get to the finales. For this next play, I was face to face with the other team captain, waiting for the pearl to be thrown.

“You don’t deserve to be captain.” The girl glared, her eyes looked like they wanted to melt through my helmet and into my brain.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I worked my ass off for four years to be captain. What makes you so special?”

I blinked at her, a little confused as to where this hostility was coming from, “I’m just playing a game.”

“A real captain knows the lacrosse is more than a game.” She smirked, “When we win this, I’m getting a scholarship to So Cal, so why don’t you just do what freshman do best and lose.” On one hand I felt bad for her. She probably had parents that pushed and pushed for her to be the best. And I also felt bad because I knew we were gonna win.

The ref blew the whistle starting play. And everything was going according to plan. That was until I was passed the pearl. I ran with it, tossing it to another player. Meaning that it was completely unnecessary for me to be tackled and would be considered aggressive. But that didn’t stop the other captain from using her entire body to slam me into the ground. One minute I was standing and the next I had was on the ground. My chest felt tight, like I was straining to breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw her face over mine, smirking down at me.

“HEY!” I heard Finstock’s booming voice, “Ref! Aren’t you gonna call that?!” No whistle, either the ref hadn’t seen it or he was allowing it. But Derek wasn’t allowing it. I heard multiple shouts and then watched the player who stood above me get shoved away, Derek replaced her. He knelt down, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Derek, what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Can you get up?” He asked, trying to help me sit up. I hissed at the movement.

Derek turned back to the bench, “Get a medic!” And only then did the whistle blow. The girl had given plenty of excuses, but they still gave her team a three minute penalty that made them lose the game. Looks like I had been right.

I was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with a concussion but I would be fine just in time for the finales. The whole time in the waiting room, in the room itself, and even when we got home, Derek had been right beside me, holding my hand.

I had grown to hate hospitals and everything about them since the last time I had been to one I had been stabbed. The gowns with the open backs that were way too open to the public. That smell that was a cross between cleaner and the latex and rubber of gloves. The beds that were as hard as a rock and were covered in paper that would crinkle and make noise even if you weren't moving. That apprehensiveness that would build up in your stomach every time you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Thankfully, I didn't have to go through any of that. Since I was a pregnant werewolf, going to the hospital in Beacon Hills was a definite no-no, so the next best option is Dr. Deaton, a veterinarian and a makeshift supernatural doctor. Not to mention a full blown druid in this day and age. But from what I've learned in the past couple years, old magic was very much alive.

I was sitting on the metal table used for the animals, swinging my legs back and forth, waiting for Deaton to come back from getting my medical records emailed to him by Melissa. He could have gotten them himself, he just figured it would be less illegal if he got them from a nurse.

Thoughts were racing through my head for no rhyme or reason. Since I became a werewolf, every scar or scratch on my body had become only a memory. My stab wound, the acid burns on my legs, the cuts on my face from being tortured all those months ago which really felt more like a lifetime. It had been a different life, a life fabricated through magic and spells. A life that almost didn't feel like mine anymore.

"Sorry, for the wait, (Y/N)." Deaton walked into the room, his eyes scanning over the stack of papers in his hands.

"You're alright, Doc." I smiled, leaning back on my hands, "So how am I looking?"

“Very pregnant.”

"Nothing gets past you, huh?” I smirked. To be fair, I was approaching the three and a half month mark. Deaton smiled, taking my vitals and a vial of blood.

“So I’ve been made aware that Mr. Hale is the father.” He said, pressing a cotton ball to my skin after removing the needle, “How's that going?"

“About as well as you can imagine.”

“So not at all?” He asked. I nodded, shrugging my shoulders.

"Everything looks normal," He smiled as he wrote everything down on his clipboard, "Just need to get a look at the little guy." He looked up, "You said it was a boy, right?" He asked, moving over to get the sonographer that I’m sure had never been used on a human before.

“Unless the baby’s sprouting a third arm. That'd be cool." I smiled, “But yeah, that’s what the ultrasound tech in Scotland said.”

He chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, lay back and lift your shirt up." I laid back on the table, lifting my shirt up. The jelly he put on my stomach was cold and reminded me of the goo that had encased Jackson when he was a lizard person. He moved the sensor over my stomach and looked into the monitor. Ultrasounds were usually a little hard to see anyway, just like a fancy warschak paintings. And the fetus? Kinda like a funky jellybean.

“There we are.” He grinned, “Little werewolf.”

Craning my neck, I looked up at him, "You can tell he's a werewolf?"

"No.” He took the monitor off, handing me a paper towel so I could wipe off my stomach, “But odds are since his parents are both werewolves, it would make sense that the child would be also. However, you had the dormant gene, maybe your child will too." He turned off the sonographer.

“Have any names picked out?”

"I have a few... I liked Jacob, which Derek hated because it was too ‘Twilight’. Then there's one other but I don't know about it." The name that Derek loved more than anything for some reason, "Nicholas." And damn was it good.

"What about Nicholas Jacob? Just use both of them."

"Or I could name him after Stiles" I smirked to myself, "Mieczyslaw Nicholas.”

"Maybe that would be a little too much."

“Stiles is a little too much.” I smiled to myself

"So Nicholas?" Sheriff looked at me from across the table, a cup of coffee in his hand. I hummed and nodded, sipping my hot cocoa.

"Nicholas?” He asked again.

"Mieczyslaw?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

He raised his eyebrows, "It was his mother's father's name."

“I remember Grandpa Mitch, trust me." I smiled, holding my mug in both hands, “I was thinking maybe Nicholas Noah.” I avoided looking in his eyes. Emotional talks were never really his strong suit, especially after Aunt Claudia. I wanted to honor him somehow.

He smiled, blinking a few times, “Sounds pretty good to me.” After a moment he asked: "What are you going to do now?"

I finished my drink and stood up to put it in the sink, "My plan, right now at least, is that I'm going to stay here to have the baby... Then...” I washed out the mug, “Then I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to go back to Scotland or stay here." He stood up as well and pulled me into his arms for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him, blinking my own tears away.

Uncle Noah stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, "Whatever your decision, I'll be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'll always, always be there for you."

My pajamas had taken a turn for the worst. No more t-shirts and shorts, it’s moo moos and nightgowns from now on. I pulled my night gown over my head, smoothing out the skirt. Did I look like I had raided a grandmother’s closet? Absolutely. I looked down at my stomach, rubbing my hand over my bump.

"Are you a little alien?" I smiled after a moment, listening deeply to his little heartbeat, “Nice.” I glanced over at my desk, then pulled back my blankets to get into bed. I stopped, my head snapping back towards the window where there were red eyes staring back at me.

Now, if this was two years ago I would be losing my mind over the fact that there were red eyes staring at me. But since I've gone through emotional Hell, I was feeling rather annoyed by some alpha that just thought they could mosey around my house, around my window, and around my goddamn personal space. I stalked over to the window and slammed it open.

"Listen, pal, you have about five seconds to get out my yard or I swear by all that is damnable, I will put you through so much pain that your great-grandchildren will be sore."

The eyes came closer, revealing a familiar crooked jaw, "Nice to see you too."

"You could have just come through the front door, ya know? If Stiles can make a spare key to your house, then he can make you one for his." Scott only looked at me seriously. It was like the kid from three months ago was gone and all there was left was a battle hardened man.

"Can I please come in?" I stepped away from the window, watching him crawl inside and stand up.

"I've been great, Scott, I've only been in Scotland for months, crying and wondering why none of my friends or family were contacting me. How have you been?" Was it petty? Absolutely, but the hormones were raging. Even if Derek told everyone to stop talking to me, what hold did he have over anyone when Scott was around?

"I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I came to-"

I cut him off, after finally connecting, "Who did you kill?"

“What?”

"To become an alpha, who did you take it from?"

"I didn't kill anyone!” He said in an exasperated voice, “Why does everyone ask that? Not killing people has been my thing since Peter bit me." He ran his hand through his shorter hair, it suit him.

It then dawned on me. The one thing that had little to no documentation of. Even the Lunar Circle had just the basics. It was the stuff of legend, a hear say. I didn't think it was possible.

"A true alpha." He stared at me for a second and blinked a couple times.

"You're a true alpha." I grinned, "Oh my god, Scott, this is unbelievable." I grabbed his shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze, "Tell me everything. I wanna know how it happened and what situation you were in. How were you feeling? Were you hurt? Was your body under so much stress that it just happened?”

Scott grabbed my hands and placed them by my sides, "(Y/N), maybe another time I came here for a reason."

"Oh, right, of course." Probably looking ridiculous, “What’s on your mind?”

"I really don't think it's safe for you here."

"Here we go agai-"

"Will you just listen to me before you start whining?" He growled. That certainly shut me up. I raised my eyebrows at him, but I guess I should hear him out. I motioned for him to continue.

"I'm not so much worried about you.” He said, “I know you can take care of yourself. I'm worried about..." He paused, "Uh..."

“Nicholas.”

"Yeah, I'm worried about Nicholas." He sat in my computer chair and leaned forward, "The pack we're facing don't care who they kill or why, all they want is to hurt us. You're my friend, (Y/N). I don't want anything to happen to you. And I don't want anything to happen to your kid. Please." He rolled forward and took my hands in his, "Please, go back to Scotland. I promise you, you won't be in the dark. You don't deserve to be left out. I'll call myself, and if not me, Stiles will. It's not safe for you.” I looked down, gnawing on my lip. Scott was right, he was completely right. It wasn't safe. I couldn't be a tough alpha when I had so much to live for. Keeping this kid safe is my top priority. As much as I wanted to stay home, it wasn’t safe.

"You'll tell me when it's safe to come back?"

"You have my word."

I sighed, looking up at him with a half-smile, "I may be stubborn as hell, but that doesn't mean I can't admit when someone's right. And you're right, Scott. I'll go."

He closed his eyes, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He dropped my hands and rolled back, "I'm so glad you agreed with my first speech, if you hadn't I would have been improvising for my life." He chuckled.

Shaking my head, I grinned at him, “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you too.”

"So you're going back?" Uncle Noah looked over his coffee with tired eyes, spying my luggage that had only been unpacked for two days. It was a new day and another plane ride.

"It's not safe for me. It's not safe for any of you." I rested my head on his shoulder, "But I know that will never stop you from helping the ones you care about."

A small smile pulled at his lips, "You're way too good at reading me."

"Well, I've only known you my whole life."

He set down his coffee and hugged me tight, like this was the last time he would see me. I know he was worried about me and Stiles, it was in his nature. This was the best option for me. As much as I wanted to stay and fight. I couldn't fight if my child was kidnapped and hell knows what would happen to him.

Giving him one last squeeze, I pulled away, the honking outside meant that Stiles had pulled in and was ready to drop me off at the airport.

"I'll call you when I land. Or text you. Depends on the time." I kissed his cheek, "Bye Uncle Noah."

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Stay safe." I kissed his cheek. My head held high, I grabbed my bag and my rolling luggage and went out the door. Stiles grabbed my bags, opening the back of Roscoe to throw my luggage in. That was until a familiar black Camero pulled into the driveway, blocking Stiles in.

"God. Dammit." I muttered to myself. My life was just going swell, wasn't it? I looked down at my stomach and sighed. I felt the burn of acid reflux in my throat, my child showing obvious discomfort as well. Me too, little man. Me too.

There was no way around it, I couldn’t leave without talking with him. Not that I should have to begin with. I sucked.

Derek got out of the car, coming around quickly and standing in front of me.

“Derek, I don’t think you should be here.” Stiles stepped forward. Very sweet, but realistically Stiles wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing against Derek. They stared each other down, the air just filled with masculinity.

“Stiles...” I said, grabbing my bags, “If he wants to take me to the airport, let him.”

Stiles eyes widened, “You’re really giving him the time of day? Really?”

Sighing, I pulled Stiles into my arms and hugged him tightly. He hesitated, but hugged me back.

“I know that this seems like a bad idea, and most of my ideas are bad, but I got this. Trust me.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” He pulled away, looking between Derek and I.

“I love you too. Scott and I will let you know when it’s safe to come back.”

“You better.” I turned back to Derek, trying to keep up the attitude I had to keep Stiles at ease. I held out my bags. He took them without a word and we both started the trip to the airport. It was hard to get a read on him at the moment. He emotions were dull, nothing that stood out. He still looked as tense as ever. His brows were knitted together and his piercing green eyes looked hard.

“So...” He said after a while, “What are you going to do about...” He trailed off.

“Him?” I looked down at my stomach, “I’m just preparing and getting ready for him. I picked a name too. Nicholas.”

A small smile pulled at his lips, but he hid it, “Hmm.”

“Derek....” Now or never, “I just need to know why?”

He inhaled deeply, “I wish I could tell you. I don’t even remember it happening. Like I was under a spell and I couldn’t break out of it.” So he had experienced what I had when I was under Matt’s control. In this situation, in Beacon Hills, there was no reason not to believe him. His heart told me it was true.

“I’m sorry that I hit you.”

“I don’t blame you.” He glanced over at me, “If I felt the same thing you did, I would probably lose control too.”

“I’m tired of people taking advantage of you. If I see that bitch-” I hadn’t realized that my eyes had turned red.

“(Y/N)...” He reached over his right hand, placing it on my knee, “Calm down.” I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Just the simplest touch could calm me down and it was something that I missed.

“Nicholas, huh? I like it.”

Happiness welled up in my chest, “I sure hope so since you picked it.”

“I didn’t think you liked it.”

I sat back up and opened my eyes, “What are you talking about? I’ve always liked that name.”

“Riiiiight.”

By the time the conversation ended, we were at the airport. I reached for the handle to open the door when he reached over to stop me.

“I let you leave alone last time, I’m walking you in."

We got inside and checked in, the only thing left was for me to board. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't take me to the airport last time, because now that he was here, I didn't want to leave him.

"How selfish would it be for me to ask you to drop your life here and come with me?" I leaned on his arm.

"Very. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind. I'm needed here. I have to be here for Cora."

I smiled slightly, "We're gonna get through this. Soon we'll be together again and we can have that big happy family that you deserve. That we deserve."

Derek sighed, resting his head on top of mine, "Is it cliche to hope that this all ends tomorrow?"

My smile faltered, "Don't believe in miracles, Derek."

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

----------------

Read part 26 here!

Please comment below or message me to be added to the taglist!

YSM Tag:

@nyotamalfoy

@fruitloopzzz

@babygirl-angel-love

@aestheticeggs

@akuri-shinsou

@geli2297

@coruscaret

@oh-my-gosh-everything-is-taken

@bellabadacadabra

#derek hale x reader #teen wolf fic #teen wolf x reader #derek hale fic

30 notes · View notes

fvckyouimaprophet · 4 years

Note

I’m sorry you dated a guy who what now?!

Ah yes. I dated a guy who thought he was a vampire. I think at first he did it as an act, but he definitely believed it after a few months.

Let me paint a scene. I’m 14, just moved to a new town in July of 2007, just before the start of 8th grade. Bad time to move. Anyway, you can picture me--incredibly awkward and gangly. But by the end of 8th grade, I had made my way into this friend group. They’re all obsessed with Twilight, which is how I ended up reading it.

This one guy is super awkward and condescending towards me. But he gives me attention, so I am thrilled. We start chatting it up and become close. He tries to explain Very Important Sex Terms That I’ll Definitely Need To Know to me, like pearl necklace and soggy waffle (lol).

It’s the second to last week of school, and he asks me to date him. Now, he has a girlfriend, and he’s mentioned something about them being open, but I don’t believe it. So I tell him no. And his girlfriend comes over to me on game day and is like, “I would be honored to share him with you.”

So I’m like, “Well, I guess I’ll date him.” (Bad move, 14 year old me.)

Fast-forward to later that night on AIM (it’s 2008), and he’s telling me how he’s a vampire. He’s always known and it’s plagued him. He can smell it when people get paper cuts in class, and it’s torturous. He’s been worried he’s going to kill someone one day.

I go along with it because I’m 14 and a dumbass and don’t really know what else to do. And he insists that I call him James (like the evil vampire in Twilight), and he talks endlessly about how he’s a bad influence on me. How the only reason I’m attracted to him is his magnetic charm, and oh woe is him, but he just can’t help myself.

Anyway, maybe 3 weeks into summer, after endless talks about wanting to drink my blood and one instance in which I get a paper cut and he actually does drink my blood, I break it off with him. I cry a whole bunch, and he threatens suicide, and we don’t talk for the rest of summer.

School starts in August of 2008, and I’m ready for a new year, but I’m forced to interact with him because he is in the same friend group as me, and I am also friends with his girlfriend. They announce that they lost their virginity during the summer.

As I mentioned, I’m friends with his girlfriend, so one night, she’s over at my house for a sleepover, and this other friend and I see a giant scar on her neck. And we’re like, “What the fuck happened?!” And eventually she admits that he cut her open with a rusty knife and drank her blood. And this other friend and I are like, “Excuse me? Vampire Boy did what now?”

She goes on to explain that since they lost their virginity, he now needs blood to survive. Before, when they were both virgins, he could live without it, but now... it’s necessary. And he has to drink from her regularly. Both my friend and I are horrified, so Vampire Boy steps in and explains to us that he’s tried to stop doing it, but he ended up in the ER because he got so sickly. The doctor was like, “I don’t know what’s wrong. Your symptoms tell me that you’re starving, but you’re also clearly eating. How can you be starving if you’re eating?” (Yes, he claimed that this was a real thing that actually happened.)

Anyway, to make a long story short, he continued to think he was a vampire, and he looped a lot of innocent girls into this who he ended up sexually harassing. And last I heard, he believed he was at the center of a prophecy in which he was The Chosen Vampire Boy who would save the world from the descent of the evil of the supernatural world into our mortal one.

And that’s the story of the first guy I dated.

#Anonymous #ask #feel free to interact #you can reblog or whatever

34 notes · View notes

taggedmemes · 5 years

Text

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ BUZZFEED UNSOLVED: SUPERNATURAL / 2.07 –– 2.08 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“Spoiler alert: it’s probably aliens.”

“Did she have a prescription for them?”

“I’m considering him a suspect.”

“You just made this go so much more dark than it needed to be.”

“Well, I just don’t trust this boy.”

“Have some pills, smoke this cigarette, goodnight.”

“This is a very irresponsible landlady.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Of course it doesn’t make sense, it’s weird!”

“Has any skull shrunk at any other point in history?”

“See, now you’re asking the right questions.”

“Now you’re acting like a detective and not like a jackass.”

“Her legs were the size of little tiny teaspoons.”

“He’s flammable.”

“He’s probably very flammable, you’re right.”

“Soot and a foot, that’s all they got.”

“The foot did not catch on fire.”

“The first theory is ridiculous.”

“For me to say it’s ridiculous..”

“That sounds like a country bumpkin if I’ve ever heard one.”

“I don’t think this is a credible source.”

“He died by bursting into flames after a night of drinking.”

“Can you imagine just exploding?”

“Is it very European to burst into flames?”

“I don’t think incendiary behavior is exclusive to Europe.”

“Put that pen down, you just look like a jackass.”

“I think what you should be thinking is someone just immediately lighting on fire like that asshole in Fantastic Four.”

“What do you have against him?”

“Spontaneous doesn’t mean instantaneous.”

“If my clothes are on fire, I’ll do a little dance to try and get ‘em out. Stop, drop, and roll, what have you.”

“I think being on fire would wake anyone up.”

“Sounds like he’s hosting an episode of Twilight Zone.”

“I’ve never had a doctor speak to me like that, I would love it.”

“The answer could lie with extraterrestrial origin.”

“What if aliens just get drunk and fly around the universe and turning people into little piles of ash.”

“Bodies are weird.”

“I made a little flipbook of her exploding.”

“Boo, it’s me, the ghost.”

“Definitely has a creepy vibe to it.”

“You have a different standard of cozy than normal people.”

“You’re going in first? Wow, brave.”

“It’s gonna be a lot of fun.”

“Death, hangings, it’s gonna be great.”

“How many people were poisoning each other?”

“How many people were fucking donkeys back then?”

“They’re all insane.”

“Is it possible that these girls were very bored?”

“This is apparently where he would discuss accusations.”

“How are you feeling right now?”

“I love history, so.”

“This is just history brought to life.”

“In his mind, he was doing the right thing.”

“I don’t feel amazing, let’s just say that.”

“That’s literally the only two things they have in common.”

“This was a hotbed, where it all began.”

“If there was someone practicing witchcraft in this house, you would know.”

“Do you believe in this stuff?”

“I’m not sure how much I buy into it, but I’m not gonna say this is definitively a thing.”

“Do you have anything to say about that?”

“Do you think you can get physically harmed out here?”

“They’re probably here and they heard you.”

“Let’s find some ghosts.”

“We are here to communicate with you.”

“If ghosts are real, then call our bluff.”

“Just this particular ghost happens to have a cartoon voice?”

“He’s upset at the notion that he’s a ghost.”

“I guess they would have to pre-bite themselves.”

“Jesus christ, this is so upsetting.”

“If you’re here, make yourselves known.”

“Just, like, wiggle some snow around.”

“If there’s anyone in here with me right now, show me a sign.”

“I’m gonna let you guys speak.”

“Don’t push me, though.”

“I’m gonna get out of here really quick.”

“Since I’m leaving, I’m gonna let you know how I feel about you.”

“That’s clearly a voice.”

“It’s responding intelligently to things I’m saying.”

“I’m able to discern what shoes and voices sound like.”

“Don’t listen to children!”

“The hill has the reputation of being extremely haunted.”

“It’s spookier to imagine seeing a ghost in the middle of the day.”

“Is there anybody up here that wants to talk to me and my stupid friend?”

“I don’t think this is gonna work.”

“I think the reason ghosts don’t talk to me and you is because you’re donning a stupid jean jacket and I’m in this peacoat.”

“If I’m in period specific clothing, they might talk to us.”

“Act more natural. Be a Puritan.”

“They don’t even know they’re dead.”

“This didn’t work out as well as I thought it would.”

“We could have researched a little better.”

“They just got bored and needed an outlet.”

“This is what happens when people are passive aggressive.”

“I think everyone needs a hobby and if you don’t have one, that’s when you’re probably gonna start killing people.”

“They didn’t have anything else to do.”

“They could have played ice soccer or something.”

“I think it’s a little bit more fun to believe that humans are capable of some truly horrific things.”

“Oh god, you and the fucking people in France.”

“Do you need to look up the body count on that thing?”

“Those people fucking danced until they died.”

“If you’re gonna go out, that’s a good way to go out.”

“I haven’t heard about him since, so he probably died.”

“I would like to express my own opinion on this notion: no fucking way.”

“Did you actually entertain the idea that I may believe in witchcraft?”

“It’s really not that outlandish to think that you would believe that.”

“This is pretty crazy.”

“It really is spooky, but also beautiful in a way.”

“I don’t know if I feel uncomfortable because of the avalanche of history that’s happening and converging in this spot, or if it’s because there’s something here, but either way I’d like to leave.”

“Are there spirits left behind from the troubled history?”

“If there is a town full of people who are just like you, this is what happens.”

“They’d all eventually die.”

“I think you’d all just sit around and talk bullshit all day.”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #starter sentences #KIND / SENTENCE.#KIND / IN CHARACTER.#BASED ON / TV SHOW.

239 notes · View notes

idreamofhazel · 5 years

Text

Supernatural’s End: Embracing the Sadness and Its Impact

Sappy post ahead. Like wow. I didn’t know I had that in me. (1.6k words below the cut)

I know everyone has been saying their own words about Supernatural ending (honestly it’s hard to even type that. Still doesn’t seem real). I’m not usually one for jumping on the bandwagon and I don’t post a lot of “extra” here, but like, I’ve been really emotional. More emotional than I anticipated. I can blame it on my period and the intense amount of stress I’m feeling lately, or I can just admit that I’m a big sap and that this show actually, really means a lot to me. More than I thought it would. And I should stop making judgments about the way I feel and my need/want to write this post.

When I first started watching, I was finishing my first year of college. It was spring/summer of 2013. I had a friend who was obsessed with it, she had been watching since it first aired. I honestly don’t know what made me ask to borrow her dvd collection (she has them all), but I took the plunge.

Maybe it was because I had started watching Doctor Who, and I was finally getting over my aversion to being a “geek” and DW gave me a taste of what it was like to really love something like that as an adult. (Avid HP fan since the books first came out, here 👋🏻) But idk. I just remember thinking, “It looks good. Why not?”

Dean annoyed the heck out of me at first. I’m not going to lie. He smirked too much, he was arrogant, and always trying to hit on chicks? No thanks. (hey, just being honest here) Sam, however, was it for me. I remember exactly where I was when I first admitted that I was a Sam girl. I was in Wal-mart with my dvd friend and her sister, aka my best friend since childhood. We were grabbing snacks because I was staying over, I think, and they asked me who I liked best with that knowing grin. It was that classic Sam vs. Dean argument that has morphed into quite a lot of other things now--but that’s beside the point. The point is that I was hooked, and it was an avalanche from there on out.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I have come to like and appreciate Dean. He reminds me of myself as an oldest sibling who had too much responsibility placed on them, and he also frustrates me in many ways because he’s so damn charming and stubborn. But that’s a discussion for another day.

I stormed through the dvds, staying up late despite being spooked until the end-of-episode dvd music became as nostalgic as my favorite backstreet boys songs. There’s just something about staying up late on summer nights to watch your favorite movies or shows. Let me know if you find a word for that feeling. Soon, my brother started watching with me, I had to explain the initial plots to get him caught up because I was on a roll. I wasn’t back-tracking. I needed to get through all eight seasons before the season 9 premiere that fall.

I almost made it. I think I only missed the first few episodes. But I remember that first season finale I watched, that first time I got to experience the edge-of-your-seat cliffhanger with the rest of supernatural family, and my friends, on live tv. Watching Dean open his eyes, only for them to be black, made my jaw drop.

It was so fun to watch this show with other people. I think it was about season 11 when my dvd friend, my bff, and I began watching it regularly together. We’d go over to somebody’s apartment, have some snacks, and discuss the plot points and our predictions. A couple years later, I roped my other best friend, @queenmestyles, into watching it. I’ve got two of my brothers hooked, too. Well, one of them is a slacker on keeping up, but he’s busy🤷🏻‍♀️ The point is, Supernatural became this event, this regular time slot in my weekly life, save summers, in which I was able to socialize and bond over this tv show. I had a group where we were all crazy about this one thing and we actually talked about it. I’d never had that before. Not on this level.

And then you add in everything that’s happened through the online community...

I started this blog back in like 2013, but it was a multi-fandom mess. Which is fine, if that’s your thing. But I tend be anal in spurts, so suddenly I had had enough and I had to organize my blog. By this point I was only posting Supernatural, so it only made sense to eventually purge all traces of any other fandom and bring some focus to my blog. Then 2016 came.

That was a weird time for me. I was about to graduate college. I was busy as heck. And I honestly can’t tell you what compelled me write my first fic. I just know that it swelled up inside of me, and I couldn’t ignore it. Even if the quality was meh.

It opened the flood-gates. And Idreamofhazel was born. Little did I know I would be needing this writing outlet a lot in the near future. See, I’m the kind of person who sets a goal, sets a path to the goal, and then suddenly has on blinders to where I can’t see anything other than the path I’ve set for myself. And if I veer off that path... well, I freak out. And that’s kind of what happened. I was supposed to go to grad school the fall after graduation. Like, I had to. At least that’s what I told myself. But it fell through due to money and some poor research on my part (I had no idea my local university had a master’s program).

So here I was, doing nothing “but working” for a year, being hard on myself and continuing to freak out about my life, but I was also writing. I churned out a lot during that time. Like damn. I was writing like my life depended on it. And I guess, in a way, it did. See, I had written as a child (poems, HP fanfic, twilight fanfic), but I repressed that hobby like you do many childish things, and I hadn’t touched creative writing in like 10 years. But Supernatural.

There was so much to write about, so many things in the show I could pull from to create stories. And so much to read. I read fanfic while cooking, while waiting in offices, while falling asleep. I wrote in the mornings, the afternoons, and late at night. I wrote on my phone even though it’s a pain. And when I got writer’s block, I kicked myself as I still do, but I kept going. And I discovered that this writing thing actually means a heck of a lot to me. Like enough that I want to write original fiction.

I don’t know where that will take me, but wherever I end up with writing, I’ll have Supernatural to thank.

I have Supernatural to thank for a lot of things, but mostly I think it gave me a chance to be myself while discovering part of who that really was.

Supernatural is there when I’m sick, it’s there when I’m sad or lonely. It’s been there when a person I thought would always be in my life left me, and it’s been there with new friends. It brought me closer to a lot of people. It gave me relationships with people across the country and across the oceans. I know it’s just a tv show, and maybe we can say it isn’t, or maybe we can say it is, but even if it’s “just a show,” the people who love it, who make up the fandom, they aren’t “just” anything. They make this show something more.

Right now, the feeling about it ending is weird. Part of me can’t accept it. And then it hits me and I get all emotional, until my brain is like “Wait--no, it can’t be!” And then the cycle starts all over again. So for now, I’m just going to accept that I’m going to cry about this for awhile and realize that the shock and the pain and the very real feeling of loss is showing me how much this thing meant to me, and then I’m going to hold onto that feeling and use it as energy for never letting go of this thing I love, this thing that made me realize parts of myself I had forgotten, this thing that pushed me to create and showed me just how much I need to create. Even though anticipating the end makes me sad, I know the sadness will eventually turn into something positive, like fond memories and gratitude. But it won’t unless I face the sadness.

So I guess that’s part of what I’m doing with this post. Facing my sadness. Using this post as a sort of therapeutic outlet. If you’ve made it to this point, thank you. I don’t know why you’ve chosen to read so much about me. Maybe you just really like me, or maybe you’re looking for that outlet, too. So I’ll just end the post with this: Embrace whatever you’re feeling. Identify it. Examine it. See what it’s trying to tell you about yourself. And do something with it. Maybe that’s writing your own post, maybe that’s creating something for the show, the cast, or the fandom. Maybe it’s just quietly accepting that the loss you feel is ok.

Whatever it is you’re feeling, and whatever it is you need to do, just know that you’re not alone. I, and the rest of the Supernatural family, are staying put, and we will ride the wave of changes to come, together.

#supernatural finale #text post #not mine

9 notes · View notes

fyrapartnersearch · 6 years

Text

updated roleplay search

Hey there! Welcome to my search thread, and thank you for taking the time to look! You can call me storm. I'm someone who spends her free time binge watching tv I've already seen before when I could be watching something new, but meh. It has been a while since I posted any sort of ad, or done any sort of roleplaying. If I just vanished and never responded, super sorry about that. Life happens, ya know? Anyway, now I have the time again and would like to spend that time roleplaying. If we had something going before and you want to start that up again, cool. If not, cool. Below are just some boring guidelines, and then the fun starts.

•guidelines•

Style & length: I roleplay in the classic third person, past tense. I can write anywhere from a few sentences, to a few paragraphs. It really just depends on my mood and if I’m inspired or not. Sometimes I’m lazy, or prefer rapid fire and sometimes I prefer more thought out responses.

Characters: when were talking fandoms, I highly prefer canon x oc. I play my oc and your love interest and vice versa. Occasionally I do canon pairings, but I will specifically say if I want to do a canon pairing.

Reply time: I know very well we all have lives outside the internet, and we all get busy and can’t reply every hour of every day. All I ask is more than one response a week, and we’ll be good.

Extra: please don’t contact me about anything not on my list. I’ll change it when my cravings change. I ask that if you do wish to roleplay, you’re over 18. I like adult themes in my roleplays.

•roleplays•

Fandom cravings:

(Love interests are in parentheses.)

The Vampire Diaries. (Damon Salvatore.)

Twilight. (Edward Cullen.)

Ghost Whisperer. (Jim Clancy.)

Supernatural. (Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.)

Doctor Who. (10th or 11th Doctor.)

Spiderman ps4 game. (Peter Parker.)

Hamilton. (Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson.) (I'm down for canon pairings for this, too.)

DCEU/Suicide squad/dc comics. (The Joker.)

Stranger Things. (Steve Harrington.)

50 shades of grey. (Christian Grey.)(Or something inspired by.)

Grey’s Anatomy. (Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan.)

Original cravings:

(These are pretty vague, and I can go into detail of anything interests you.)

- Something like the craft? Something based of off horror movies? Jeepers Creepers? Halloween? Basically anything spooky.

- Solider x wife/girlfriend.

- good girl x bad boy

- City boy x small town girl

- City girl x small town boy

- Waitress x starving artist

- something based off of the x-files?

- Mafia.

- Sex addict x virgin

- Shy kid x rebel kid

- criminal x cop/detective.

- smut based roleplay.

- presidents daughter x secret service.

•contact•

email: [email protected]

discrod: crimson427#6731

#multiple paragraph #para #semipara #long term #email #messenger #tvd rp #spn rp #smut rp #dc rp #submission

1 note · View note

supernaturalisbae1 · 7 years

Text

Unapproved Jack Maynard p3 ft Joe Sugg

Thanks for the request

Please feel free to request for other fandoms to!

Also I am not a doctor so I don’t know if any of this stuff is even possible but please just leave it for the story.

Joe’s POV

My sister. Her heart. It stopped.

She’s dead. That’s all I can think about Jack and I are on the floor next to each other sobbing. I now realized how much he actually loved her. This is all my fault. I should have just listened to her. If I did she wouldn’t be dead right now.

What am I gonna do without my little sister?

Third Person POV

The doctors were in the room stabilizing y/n her heart had stopped. But with the condition she was in they expected it. They thought they could revive her but they were having a lot of trouble.

Meanwhile Jack and Joe were in the hallway pressed together in the floor sobbing, while Oli sat it a chair looking very pale. His facial expression looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

Jack and Joe were both thinking it was there fault. They were both right and wrong.

The doctors spent ten scary minutes trying to revive the girl, but she was gone. They started to call time of death, and then the heard beeeeeeeeep beep beep beep beep.

They turned around. The monitor was in and beeping. She was alive. The doctors spent the next half hour trying to stabilize her and give her a check up. Her heart had indeed stopped. But it was so strong and she wanted to live so bad it started itself again.

The doctors finished their checkup and decided she was fine. If nothing like this happened again, she was free to go home in a few days.

The doctors went out in the hall to spread the good news.

Jacks POV

I had no idea what was going on in that room. I thought she was dead. Then the doctors come out and tell us she’s alive. What the hell?! I am so surprised and happy Joe and I run around the hall cheering for a minute.

The doctor said she’s stabilized and that the couldn’t help her heart and she was strong enough to start it beating again and that we could see her in a few hours when she woke up.

As Joe and I were sitting in the room on chairs next to y/n’s bed I decided to have a chat with him. “Okay Joe I know you think that in bad for her but I need you to just listen to me. I love this girl right here with all my heart. I would die for her, or with her if I had a choice. I should have told you and I apologize for that, I understand that it’s my fault she’s in this position but if their right and she’s okay I want your permission before I continue to date her.” I just told Joe everything I was feeling.

“No Jack it wasn’t your fault,I did see the way you changed even before you got with her. I shouldn’t have freaked out and pissed her off. You really have changed and I think I was just mad my baby sister had loved another man besides me. I’ve always been there for her. I’ve always been able to protect her. I really think I got jealous and scared that she might not want me to protect her and that was now your job.” Joe said to me.

Wow I can’t believe Joe actually feels this way.

“Joe you can’t do that to yourself. You’re her big brother you will always be there for her. I think she’ll be scared if you aren’t there for her or to protect her even if I am too. This is a job we will have to share. And you can help her in ways I can’t. What if we have a fight, we have before and she wanted to go straight to you but you didn’t know about us so she went to Zoe. Joe you’re always gonna be there in ways I can’t. And I’m always gonna be there in ways you can’t. She needs us both now more than ever and I know she loves you more than anything. And don’t tell Zoe but you’re her favorite sibling.” I told Joe truthfully.

I honestly felt bad Joe felt like that but I told him the truth I didn’t need to make any of that up.

All of the sudden I heard a groan in front of us.

Y/n’s POV

I heard their whole conversation. I had no idea they felt this way. Me getting hurt was my fault I shouldn’t have run out in the middle of the road.

“You know he’s right Joe.” I said after a load groan from moving my broken leg to fast. Joe’s head shot up and he sped up so fast the chair flew back halfway across the room. He hugged me really carefully like I was glass he didn’t want to risk breaking.

I was honestly fine except for the concussion and broken leg. "I love you Joe. Both of you." I said as I looked at Jack for the last part. "And I don't want you guys to think it was all your fault because it was all of our faults and we all have an excuse for it. Jack you should have told Joe before, but I told you not too so you were listening to me. Joe you shouldn't have yelled so much, but you felt like you were losing your baby sister and that scared you. And I shouldn't have run out into the street or kept this from Joe but I was scared he wouldn't want to be my big brother anymore." I said to them. Ten Years later Jack and I are now happily married for almost just over nine years. We still fight but I always at least call Joe and talk to him because he still always makes be feel better. Joe and Jack have been friends since even before I started dating Jack but Joe still calls him a douche almost every time I tell him we had a fight. Jack and I have been bless with two boys. One, Joesph Victor Maynard, or Joe, is 8, the other, Jack Peterson Maynard, is turning 4 and now we have another one on the way we decided on Connor Joesph Maynard so we have both of our brothers names. We spell Connor with two n's this time though so they Conor and Connor don't exactly have the same name. My leg never did fully heal I got almost all mobility I just can't turn it to the side anymore I have to keep it facing the same way as my body. Jack and I are happier than ever and we love each other. If you think about it the day of the incident made us all a family and I wouldn't change it for the world. Hey guys so this did have a happy ending after all!!! I would like to thank the person who requested this. And his please keep on requesting I do: Headcannons One shots Imagines Smut For: Teen wolf Supernatural Buttercream squad Twilight Hunger Games

22 notes · View notes

littlefirefox · 7 years

Text

Why I ship the shit I ship

So,I know that shipping in general is a fangirl’s main thing.Basically,it’stwo people or characters that have a chemistry, fanon or canon that makes you super happy and giggly. I know that shipping characters is usually fine,because they aren’t real people, though people do fight over differnet characters.Then, there is shipping real people in the real world. I understand why morals are questioned, but if it does not directly affect you, then don’t bother. I realize that it’s hard to avoid people who ship IRL people, but that does not give you permission to be an asshole.

Fandom communities are wide, broad and very diverse. You have artists, writers, bloggers, people who do all three, people who spectate, newbies, veterans and crack shippers along with many variations. It’s designed that way so that everyone feels like they have a place in a community. Fandoms are a great way to meet new people, observe writings from young writers and look at incredible art from all kinds of sources. So, why should a ship ruin your time.

I have many ships,as I’ve been in many differnt fandoms. Some, I stayed in a little but left, due to a new interest. Others, I am still in because I am so involved in the fandom or that I can’t get enough of it. Some fandoms I was in or currently are in right now, are: Thomas Sanders, Jacksepticeye, Crankgameplays, Markiplier, Teamiplier, Hetalia, Free!, Attack on Titan, Harry Potter, Supernatural,Sherlock, Doctor Who and at one point, Twilight. As you can see, almost all of them contain real people, whether actors or not. I know for a fact! that YouTube especially, is kinda new in the whole Fandom thing, as it can be hard to create and maintain a captive audiance and keep that audiance to create a fandom around that. But,with it’s growing popularity, YouTube fandoms are growing bigger. And with bigger fandoms, come shipping fangirls.

C’mon though, there are a lot of collabs and there are quite a few that make you smile, because there is a chemistry between the people. Little chemistries that blossom into amazinga nd pure friendships. These friendships lead to meeting IRL and collabing together in the same location. (I’m mainly talking about gaming channels here). Fangirls love a good chemistry, and they are pretty fricking good at finding a quality chemistry and blowing it out of the water. Soon, there’ll be fanart, fanfictions and posts about these encounters, ranging from fluff, to angst to smut and lemons. We all know it happens, so deal with it.

Then, come the realists, who start bashing ships with facts. “They aren’t gay”, “They have girlfriends” and “Why are you writing abotu REAL people??” So what?! It’s make believe and for fun anyways! FanFICTION! Fiction is not real / parallel universes, where this stuff can become a reality. Trust me, we know it’s not real. That doesn’t mean we can’t dream and create universes to make it real.

But, that is not what this is about. You all probably know this, since I’m writing this on Tumblr. This is about my ships (which I will list a majority of them) and then I will (try) to explain why I ship it the way I do without a lot of words.

My ships include the following:

YOUTUBE:

Phan (YT) This ship is one of the most famous, but I don’t ship it as most do. I view this glorious ships as the cutuest and purest brotp ever. I’m talking plaonic I love you’s, forehead kisses and hand holding. This ship for me is fluff! Because they’ve known each other for a long time, I don’t doubt they tried dating, but I can’t see it working out. I feel with their bond, it’d be awkward for them, so they break up, and just stay as incredibly close friends.

Jelix (YT) A semi-rare pair of YouTubers jacksepticeye and Pewdiepie. This is also just an incredible brotp for me. Any collabs they do are super fun and engaging and they almost seem like brothers. The playful fighting and insults remind me of a brotherly feel to their relationship. I know that Jack is dating Signe and she is an incredibly badass girl with killer style, and I ship Septishu so hard! They are absolutely adorable together!!

Septishu (YT / IRL ) Oh. My. God! I can’t even begin to explain this ship. It’s super cute and super canon! Wiishu is an INCREDIBLE person, with the gall to keep up with the loud tennis ball that is Jack / Sean. She has an amazing sense of style and her make-up is always gorgeous. How can ANYONE hate this incredibly adorable Danish badass?! Plus, she has her own YouTube! Any videos she does with Jack are incredibly cute and sweet.

Tythan (YT) This one will garuntee get me in trouble... Tythan. Oh, the newest (kinda) ship of Ethan from Crankgameplays and Tyler from Teamiplier. Two guys who (maybe?) live(d) together and appear quite frequently on Markiplier’s channel. But, there is a chemistry between the adorable Baby Boy Blue and Stone-Face Tyler. With subtle glances, a couple hovering incidents and a bunch of adorable interactions, how can you not like these two boys. They botha re incredible and sweet people who just wanna spread kindness. How I ship this,I still don’t know. It’s mixture of lovey-dovey romance with platonic friends who just get along great! I just like seeing my bois together!

Crankiplier- A weird pair, but I like the weird ones. Basically, it’s just Mark and Ethan as their current relationship is. They get along great and Mark has said that Ethan impresses him, with his perservearance of not giving up on his YouTube channel. Plus, thei have great laughs together and their collabs are hilarious!

Cranksepticeye- Another odd-ball. I don’t know why I like this pair. It’s just, fitting? Both loud bois with colored hair with a dedication to making their fans happy. Plus, they have somewhat similar mannerisms, like constantly brushing hair out of their eyes, and their loud and hyperactive personalities, along with steadfast morals. To me, it’s a mirroring thing and besides, my bois are precious.

Septiplier-No, THIS one will definitelly get me in trouble... Okay, this originally wasn’t going to be on here, but I ship this. Now, before you get your panties in a twist, let me explain this. I love the friendship of Mark and Jack. The banter and the playful jabs are so funny. They have girlfriends and I only ship them as friends. Much like Tythan. The dynamic chemistry between them, plus the banter, their Prop Hunt videos and general collab videos are hilarious. I did ship it romantically at one point, but not the smutty lemons and that. Eck. I like pure things with dynamic characters that have great chemistry. Septiplier is dead, but their friendship lives on in my heart, because to me, that’s all they ever would be.

HETALIA: I should say this. All of these ships are based around Fanon only, as I’m not a fan of the show itself. I really love the fanon universe that’s been created.

RusAme- Shut up. I like a good, conflicting pair! A lot of good angst, and headcanons. These two are such a power couple.

FrUK- SIBLINGS!! I don’t ship this romantic. Their pasts are too deep and troubled for them to be romatically in love in my book.

USUK- SIBLINGS!! See FrUK for the explanation.

Spamano: A fiesty Italian matched with a lovey-dovey Spaniard who has a great ass? Sign me up! A pair tha’s dynamically opposed, hell yeah!

GerIta- It’s canon. You can notprove it too me othewise.

ScotEng- https://www.youtube.com/user/KamisWorld94 There ya go. These two (German??) cosplayers have created these characters so beautifully that I can’t help but NOT ship them.

AmeCan- Brotherly Love. Grown up together under heavy Native American influence until the British and French came, but still raised in similar ways and are the best bros ever!

DenAme- Two hyperactive, silly adults with the enerdy of 6 year olds? Yep! Two stubborn men with morals, a love for showing strength and then silly antics? Sign me up!

PrUK- Bros. I fully believe in the Head Canon that these two were twins. yeah.

SpUK- Pirate. Days.

Awesome Trio- Beer? check. Three men with childish energy levels? check. A home alone? check. Crazy, drunken antics? Sign me up!

SANDERS SIDES: Aka the zany personalities of the amazing Thomas Snaders

Polysanders- Because I love the idea of the aspects of Thomas loving themselevs and each other.

HARRY POTTER:

Drarry- Shut up. I can’t help it! I’m a slut for contradicting characters finally resolving all their hate for love instead, finding out that being gay is okay, and that they are happier. (I’m also a slut for 8th Year Drarry. Huh! be still my beating heart!)

Harmony- Come on! These two get along like brother and sister. Hermione always worrying about Harry, Harry making sure Hermione has some fun. He usually sticks with Ron on arguments, but he does side with hermione when Ron’s being and arse. They watch out for each other, and in thd Deathly Hallows, when Ron leaves and Harry tries to cheer her up? That was super pure and I love their relationship.

Ginny X Luna- Cute lesbians both underestimated by others? YES!! Luna helps Ginny be a little more girly and Ginny helps Luna with her hexes. Ginny definitely is the protector, but Luna’s in Ravenclaw for a reason. She’s super witty, and exceptionally clever, with music. Plus, Luna and Ginny having sleepovers where they braid hair and just chatter are my achilles heel!

WolfStar- What? Come on! I love Maruaders so much! I would pay a lot of money, to have a Maruader’s universe series, written like Casting Moonshadows. That fic is a blessing on this Earth!! Plus, the YT group, Mishcief Managers have a to die for Marauder’s universe and even a killer Drarry storyline!

Notice: I am not tagging any of the people mentione din this for good reasons. Many of them have said that they do not want to be tagged in shippy stuff that’s about their friends. At least, that’s what I’m trying to prevent. I love them all, because they are all amazing people, so don’t be douchebags and tag them. (What I mean is by @ ) I will tag the various ship names, and fandoms.

12 notes · View notes

fandomgirl2170 · 7 years

Text

Rocky and Bullwinkle, Cow and Chicken

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing(s): Castiel x OC x Dean (Undecided), Sam x OC, Gabriel x OC

Rating: T

Warnings: Threats, Ghost slaying, Pyromania, Cursing

Summary: Three sisters meet Team Free Will, plus Gabriel, and they team up together, to take down a house full of dangerous, angry, very pissed ghosts. One’s got a smart mouth, one’s resourceful, and one’s just on the edge of sanity at times. Just once, can things stay normal? Well... We’re about to see.

“Listen here Rocky,” The girl steps forward, her blue eyes narrowed as she points a finger in the older Winchester’s face, causing Dean to pointedly stare down it with his eyes crossed. “I don’t have time to chase after you and Bullwinkle, and your pals Cow and Chicken, ” Dean gives her a thoroughly confused look, glancing over at Sam, who shrugs. “I actually have a job to do. As a hunter, you should know that jobs are an important source of KEEPING THE WORLD ALIVE!” She barks.

“I’m sorry, Cow and Chicken? Rocky and Bullwinkle? How old are you?” He’s sure she’s too young for these shows.

“It doesn’t matter how old I am, Squirrel. Stay out of mine and my sisters’ way, or I will slay your ass.” She answers, snatching up her shotgun and spare shells full of rock salt, racing out of the room of the rickety old house. ______________________________________________________________

“Damn it, Rocky, what did I say!?” I scream at the shorter, green eyed man as I lean over his injured arm, tying a bandage around the gushing wound. “My sisters were better at listening when they were six!”

“Hey princess, you’re the one who honed in on OUR hunt!” He snaps.

“Actually,” Ezra speaks up. “we were in town before you guys, according to Sam.”

“Ez, don’t go making friends. We’re on our own, you know that.” I bite my lip as I hear Holly cackling down the hall. Lifting my head, I peek at the quiet man in the corner of the barricaded room, he’s in a trench coat, his hands shoved deep into the pockets, his brunette locks are messy, and his bright blue eyes are focused on me, his head tilted. “Alright, you will live.” I state as I press my hands to my thighs, and push up into a standing position, leaving the man below to lean against the wall.

“Such a shame that you have a mouth on you, cause you’re really kinda cute.” He states causing me to grit my teeth, rolling my aquamarine eyes, kicking him in the knee as I step over him, dropping into a chair with my shotgun in hand, waiting.

“Well, that was fun!” Holly chirps, walking in with the stranger’s last companion following, he has blonde hair, and a smug face, she grins at him. “Too bad that isn’t the guy we were looking for. We’re still stuck here until sunrise.” She says as Ezra draws a ward in front of the door.

“So, there is more than one ghost in this freaky old, run down house?” Ezra states. “Yup.” Holly nods.

“Great, just fantastic.” I groan. “Good thing I don’t have a graveyard shift at the hospital tonig- oh wait! I do.” I scowl at Holly.

“Hey, I thought we had a system, why are you scowling at me?! Ezra finds the haunts, I just use my diplomatic relations to keep us out of jail, and you fix up the victims, aka us, Doc.” She quips.

“Wait, you guys have actual jobs?” Sam, aka Bullwinkle, asks in confusion.

“Well…” Ezra pauses.

“I’m a Doctor, Holly’s FBI, Ezra’s a Vet, she also twilight's as the town librarian.” I answer shortly, the man on the floor goes to speak, when a pounding on the door causes us to jump, I point my gun at the buckling door, it smashes in, and the wood splinters across the room. I flinch at the large, sharp, splinter that comes flying at me, the air suddenly rushes at me as something makes impact from my left, only to blink rapidly at the trench coat wearing man, who is suddenly above me, causing me to realize that he knocked me out of the pathway. “Uh, thanks.” I say, looking up into his bluer than the bluest blue to ever blue eyes, he flashes me a grin, jumping up as he yanks me to my feel- a seriously pissed off ghost is seething from his place behind the salt line, pulling the safety off, I line my shot, and blast the ghost through the head.

“Time to move.” Dean states.

“No, Rocky- time to fight!” I snap as I reload my gun with shells.

“Hey, Naomi?" I turn back to look at Ezra.

"Take it easy on the power level this time." My sisters say in unison.

"One time!" I bark back.

"Power level?" Dean and Sam ask in unison.

"Naomi's a witch." Holly supplies, as an explanation.

"Wicca! Witches as practitioners of DARK magic- Wicca's use light magic, they worship the God and Goddess, and nature around them- they use nature to amplify their spells." I argue, brushing a hand through my scarlet red locks, my aquamarine eyes on the others. “Now, we move!” I bark, cause the others to burst out of the room, I bring up the tail end as we race for the basement, whirling around as a scream comes behind me, I blast another ghost, turning to race down the stairs, pulling the door shut with my foot as Ezra steps up with a permanent marker, warding the door across the white paint, before we rush down the stairs once more.

“Anyone got any bright ideas?” Sam asks, causing me to bite my bottom lip in thought.

“Salt every floor, torch the entire place?” I offer, causing Holly to look at me, aghast.

“This place is a city treasure!” Holly protests.

“City treasure, saving the towns fucking lives?” I shift my hands like a balancing scale, before she sighs, rolling her eyes as I look at the boys. “Yo, Rocky and Bullwinkle, how much salt ya got?” I ask.

“Pounds.” Dean answers.

“Good, we’re gonna need it all.” I state, causing his eyes to widen.

“Come again?” He asks

“All of the salt.” I state, slowly as though talking to a preschooler. “Our’s too.” I turn to Ezra. “Why don’t you and Bullwinkle go out, and get the salt?” I ask, she nods, pulling a serrated knife out of her boot, drawing a modified pistol from her belt, it’s filled with salt rock shots. “Holly, you and Cow will pour the salt.” The blonde guy grimaces at me. “I’ll stay with Rocky and Chicken, we’ll draw the ghosts attention, keep them off you all.” I state.

“Call us by our names!” Dean barks.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I ask, giving a wide beam, before I toss Holly a book of matches from my back pocket. “As soon as you lay the salt, light it up, we’ll all meet on the lawn in ten minutes.”

“Who died and made you boss?” Dean demands.

“Dean, it would be wise to listen to her. The Kasakabe’s know what they are doing, more so than you and your brother.” The trench coat man speaks up.

“Man, shut up Castiel.” But Dean begrudgingly walks over to me, gun in hand, where we all split up, in less than five minutes, Holly, Ezra, and I are leaning against the side on my midnight blue 64 and a half, 3 speed on the floor, mustang, while Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Gabriel are by Dean’s impala, all of us watching the building burn down in flames.

“Think it’s beyond saving yet?” Ezra asks.

“Yeah.” I answer, shoving my hands into the pockets of my leather. “Holly, call it in, before it spreads. Rocky, you all better take off, but the fire department gets here.” I state, causing him to look at me, along side Castiel. “Don’t need you going to jail for that Skinwalker’s crimes, do we?” I state, causing his green eyes to widen. “Until next time.” I dismiss them, climbing into the driver’s side as I wait, leaning back in my seat as Ezra climbs into the passenger seat, Holly closes her phone, climbing into the back as I start the car, Journey pours out of the windows as we take off down the road, the sun is just finally starting to rise, as we leave the smoking house, and the other hunts and their friends behind.

This isn’t going to be goodbye, we’re definitely gonna be seeing them again.

#castiel x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #gabriel x reader #supernatural #Castiel x OC #Dean x OC #Sam x OC #Gabriel x OC #Supernatural OC family #Sorry if it's no good #I love the idea of this though #I get crowley calls the boys moose and Squirrell #But #I found this more funny #Enjoy it #Please enjoy

2 notes · View notes

missgeoffreychaucer · 7 years

Text

This is for @loveismyrevolution who tagged me months ago, and I’m finally getting around to this! (I have two more to do also - I swear I will get to them!) Sorry I’m long-winded...I don’t know how to give a short answer...

1. How long have you been in this fandom now? I only finally got around to binge-watching Sherlock this past summer (so officially, less than 1 year). However, I actually got series 1-3 for my birthday the summer previously, I just didn’t have time to watch it because I’d just had a baby. I’d wanted to watch the show for years, so I’m glad I finally did!

2. What was your key moment to join fandom? I don’t know that there was any one key moment. I used to spend a lot of time on Pinterest and just seeing all the memes and gifs, it really intrigued me. Plus, I’m a huge fan of the new Doctor Who run (started watching with the 9th Doctor) and knew there were a lot of mutual fans so I thought, I bet I would like this! Plus, I was already a fan of Martin Freeman and who doesn’t like Benedict Cumberbatch?

3. Your favourite Sherlock episode and why? Oh, I think I’d have to go with TSoT. So much wonderful angst and tension between John and Sherlock, and that reception scene…it’s just So Much.

4. Your favorite place for THE kiss and why? Well, now that S4 is done (maybe?) we know there isn’t a kiss (yet anyway). But, if it were to ever happen, I think I would want it to be in 221B. It seems like the perfect start. That’s not to say I want them to keep their relationship quiet and hidden in 221B (any longer than it already has been), but I think it would be prefect for that moment.

5. Do you think we get a season 5? I don’t even know how to answer that right now. I would love to see more, but I’m still not sure how I feel about S4.

6. Do you also join other fandoms? I love and fan-girl over SO many things. As mentioned above, I love Doctor Who (though I haven’t watched any of the original series). I’ve also always loved The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I was big into Supernatural for a while, but since the little one arrived I’ve had to back off on the scary/dark stuff for now (something about having to be up all night in the quiet house and/or watching the night-vision baby monitor…I get freaked out too easily now). I have to admit I was pretty into Twilight when it was big. I love the Percy Jackson series but haven’t seen the movies (or read the follow-up series, though those books are sitting on my bookshelf). Hmm…I love Hunger Games, The Maze Runner…so many things. I also really like anime and manga but that’s a whole other conversation.

7. What do you do in real life? I am a pharmacist. I work for an insurance company though, so I don’t actually dispense medications.

8. What other kind of art do you like? (film, theater, literature, art, music, dance, …) I love all kinds of art! Mostly movies, books (see above!), and music. Those three things are huge for me. I also really enjoy art. And I need to mention that I love fan-made everything. There have been some fan-arts and fan-fictions that are by far my favorite, above “professional” art and fiction. The talent of people in a fandom….doing such AMAZING, passionate work and (usually) for free! It blows me away. I dabble in writing when I have the time and used to consider myself an okay writer (until I started reading things on AO3..good lord, are those really not ‘professional’ writers??).

9. Your favourite artist of these arts? Oh boy. Haha. Well, I mostly talked about my favorite TV shows and books already. I guess my favorite musicians would be (in no order): Blink 182, Eve6, Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Colbie Callait, Owl City, Maroon5, Fallout Boy, Hawk Nelson. There are so many, but if we’re going by amount of songs by each artist on my Apple iTunes account (or CD shelf), those would be the top ones.

10. What do think are your best skills and talents? I’m a good listener (when I’m not tired)? Haha. I think I am a decent writer (even if some of the AO3 folks just blow me away…hey, we can’t ALL be superstars, right?). I can play the flute pretty well (at least, I did when I was younger). Um. Is it sad that that’s all I can think of? Not to sound like a broken record, but I guess once I had my baby I kind of stopped really thinking about myself so all I can think of is “kind of decent writer” and “can play the flute.” Haha…

11. What is the last fan fic you read and liked? This is way out there, but it’s actually a mermaidAU fic (NEVER thought I’d say this). It was on one of @alexxphoenix42‘s fic rec lists and, I don’t know what compelled me because I NEVER even thought about this AU, but I clicked the link and was HOOKED. You guys I’m not kidding. It’s “Riptide Lover” by @jinglebellfic. It is just so..good. I don’t know. That’s all I can say! Who thought mermaid (undine!) Sherlock would be my thing? I never did.

Another one I read recently and really enjoyed was The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by @ivyblossom. It’s so good, too! Very realistic, and told from Sherlock’s perspective which I always think would be super hard to write, but this one is just so well done.

And (sorry to make this a list) another one I read over the summer that will always be one of my favorites (if not my actual favorite) was A Finger Slip by @pawtal. It’s not on AO3 anymore, and I don’t know if you can find it on google either now. But it was so good (seems that’s the only thing I can think of to say about these fics). Teen Sherlock and John meet when John sends a text to the wrong number and it turns out to be Sherlock. It’s all told through texts and phone calls and is just….brilliant!

Ok, this may be lame...but I’m just going to re-ask the questions I just answered because that’s what I want to know! (Shout out to number 11 as I’m always looking for good fics to read!)

1. How long have you been in this fandom now? 2. What was your key moment to join fandom? 3. Your favourite Sherlock episode and why? 4. Your favorite place for THE kiss and why? 5. Do you think we’ll get a season 5? 6. What other fandoms are you a part of? 7. What do you do in real life? 8. What other kind of art do you like? (film, theater, literature, art, music, dance…)

9. Your favourite artist of these arts? 10. What do think are your best skills and talents? 11. What is the last fan fic you read and liked?

And my tagees! Please feel free to ignore, but I’d love to get to know some of you!

@august-emerald @annika-gf @cdg263 @becauseyourean-idiot @ivyblossom @pocketofmadness @wildgoosechased @hello-fandom

#personal #let's get to know each other #just for fun

2 notes · View notes