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Um, so I know that I haven’t posted anything on this blog in literal years (sorry), but after this long, I honestly don’t see myself coming back to it either. I’m not interested in any of the fandoms that I was writing for anymore and my motivation for it has gone down the drain.

I’m gonna keep this blog up just so people can enjoy what little stuff that I do have up but I’m no longer gonna be posting anything else. I do have another blog (my main), which is HERE just in case any of you want to keep up with me in the meantime

So I guess this is goodbye

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Requested by anon

You and being scared had never really gone together because being afraid of things was unheard of to you. But at that moment, you were terrified. The night before, you had only left the camp for a few minutes at the most, but it was long enough for the british soldiers to grab you and take you away. And the farther away you got from Jamie and the rest of the group, the more scared you got.

You could hear the shouting and fighting before you saw it. It was coming from behind you. Probably near the back of the group of soldiers. They had put you in the front so that you couldn't take off. You wouldn't have done that even if you wanted to, considering they tied your arms and legs together. 

After what felt like forever, it just suddenly went silent. As pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, you screamed. Hearing Jamie telling you that it was just him caused you to relax. After he got you untied, you basically launched yourself at him. He held you tightly as he felt you start to shake with silent sobs. 

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I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am about this guys. This makes me so happy. And I know that this doesn't really seem like a big number but it means the world to me.  I really didn't think that this blog would really go anywhere but I thank all of you guys for following me and putting up with my shitty scedule of uploading imagines. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you

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Ever since her mother had died, Caroline was a absolute mess; which was to be expected. It seemed like just as they were starting to mend their relationship little by little, she got that brain tumor and then passed away. Liz was her mother, it was going to hurt even if they weren't super close. 

Since the funeral, she had pretty much been comatose. She wouldn't talk to anyone; she looked like she hadn't been sleeping either. Most of her time was spent locked in her room and she wouldn't come out to eat unless you made her. 

You had managed to get get her to come out to sit on the couch with you and had the television on, but neither one of you were really paying attention to it. Caroline was sitting next to you with her head on your shoulder just starting off into space.

"Please don't leave me." Caroline says quietly. Once the words leave her mouth, your heart breaks for her even more. 

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'm never gonna leave you Care. Promise." You respond as you wrap your arms around her to hug her tightly.

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Hey I'm newish to tumblr so sorry if this like isn't the right place for requests😳 buttttt I was wondering if you could do an outlander imagine like Jamie saving you from British soldiers+amor😂 thanks ps I love your blog!!!

No you’re totally fine. This is where you request stuff :). I can add this to my to do list. 

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There are two things I believe, without a doubt, about John Winchester. 1) He was a traumatized man who did the best he could. 2) His best was nowhere near good enough.

I used to think that, too, Nonny. But then… 

I remembered how he left his ten year old son to look after his six year old son for three days, without enough food to share between them—

—but with a loaded shotgun and instructions to “shoot first” should the monster he was hunting turn up.

(All of which is bad enough even without the heavy implication in the episode that he left them alone as bait to draw the shtriga out.)

I remembered how even before Mary died, he was neglectful to his family to the point that Dean—who was less than four years old at the time—felt the need to comfort his mother through his absence.

I remembered how Dean visibly flinched at the memory of John coming back home after Sam ran away.

I remembered how Sam, at age fifteen, told Amy that she didn’t want to see his dad when he’d been drinking.

I remembered how after a sixteen year old Dean was forced to steal food in order to feed himself and his brother because of John’s neglect, John told the police officer who caught Dean to let him rot in jail.

I remembered how he treated his sons so poorly, offered them so little in the way of actual parenting, that the words “I’m proud of you” clued Dean in to the fact that his father was possessed.

I remembered how, when Bobby was looking after the boys in 1989 he took Dean out to the park to play catch, and John tore him a new one over the phone because he dared to suggest that a ten year old child might be better off playing ball than shooting targets for one day of his life.

After I thought about all that, and the countless other instances of neglect and abuse, I realized that “he did the best he could” is giving John Winchester far too much credit.

[all screencaps taken from homeofthenutty]

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You could tell just by the look on Dean's face that he didn't believe you when you told him that you were fine. Since you pretty much grew up with him, he could and would read you like an open book. There were times you thought that he knew you even better than you did. Which was kind of unsettling in a way, even if it was just Dean. But you also knew that he knew when to leave well enough alone when it came to you. If you really wanted to talk to him and tell him what was wrong, he wouldn't push. The most that he could really do was to just be there for you. You would talk when you're ready to

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Constance is the best big sister anyone could ever ask for. She is always there for you, no matter what. If anything, she has taught you to never take shit from anyone; and you absolutely love her for that. She had always been so outspoken. All your life, you wanted to be just like her in every way. You just love her that much. You know she loves you that much too because Constance has told you before that she would give up her life for you.

You also love her friendship with the musketeers, namely Athos, Porthos and Aramis, too. It's even more funny because of the fact that your sister tends to slap Aramis every time he does something stupid. And even if D'Artagnan is your brother-in-law, you consider him your brother.

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You squealed in surprise when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist and lift you up in the air. You can tell by the arms that it's your boyfriend John. And you can hear him laughing at your surprise too.

"Hey shorty." John says once you turn to him when he's put you down.

"Shut up." You laugh as you smack his chest with the back of your hand. He did this all the time, but you would be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it. John just liked to tease you about your height because he loved how tiny you were and how easy it was for him to pick you up and hold you.

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Bruce really couldn't help himself as he basically stared you down. Everytime he looked around the room, his eyes always seemed to find you, no matter how many people were in the room too. He had been basically kidnapped and forced to go to one of Tony's many, many parties. But he was starting to enjoy himself, if only for the reason that he got to see you all dressed up. Really the only thing Bruce ever really saw you in was your scrubs and your lab coat.

Currently you were standing near the bar talking and laughing with Thor. You looked gorgeous as always. Bruce would be lying if he said he didn't feel that little jolt of what felt like heartbreak at the image. Seeing you with Thor just cemented the idea in his head that he never stood a chance with you. For very obvious reasons.

It was like you could feel eyes on you because you look over at him and Bruce couldn't make himself look away. You gave him a blinding smile and a little wave. It was so cute that he gave you a little smile back.

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Even in the middle of a giant vampire fight, you could still hear him grunting as he stabbed them and you even caught a glimpse of him a few times. You weren't entirely worried though if you were being honest. He could take care of himself. You had been hunting vamps with him long enough to know that. 

After the fight was over and everything was all said and done, Hannibal walked over to you with a little smirk on his face.

"See, I told you that would be easy." You grin at him as you slap his chest lightly.

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It was humid in your cell as you tried to suck in as much air as possible. It was like there were hands wrapped around your neck and you couldn't breathe. At this point you thought you would be used to being safe in the prison but the threat of getting eaten by a walker was always in the back of your mind, putting you on edge constantly. 

"Hey, hey. (Y/n), you're okay. You're fine. It was just a nightmare." Daryl's voice and the feeling of his hands on your face. You didn't think about it as you launched yourself at him and buried your face in his chest. His body tensed for a split second before he wrapped his arms around you. 

He had you two sitting like for what felt like an hour but in all reality it was only about 15 minutes. You had had nightmares like this before, so he lays down on your bed and pulls you down with him. The first time he had done this, it had suprised you greatly; he didn't seem like the type of person that would cuddle. At this point though, you were used to it.

No one says anything and the sound his heartbeat and his breathing lulls you back to sleep

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"Well I'd hate to break it to you, but I'm gonna have to agree with them on this one." The indignant look that he gave you was almost enough to make you back out of the argument. Almost.

"Oh, come on Crowley. Don't look at me like that. You know that they're right. As much as you don't want to admit it. I really don't understand why you keep trying to fight them about it."

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Imagine John Cena Teasing you about your height and small body form but then expresses how much he loves how easy you are to pick up and hold? Please?

Yup I can add that to my list of things to make. P.S. Sorry for not answering this sooner. I didn’t even know that I had a message;  Tumblr was being weird.

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Everything from the night before was a blur of colors and the rustling of clothes. You hadn't honestly meant to sleep with anyone that night. let alone Johnny Storm. But it happened. And you didn't regret any of it. Even if the person you had slept with was well known for being a playboy. It didn't matter much to you though. It wasn't like you were looking for any attachment 

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You could hear your older brothers arguing in the house somewhere from where you were sitting on the porch. Apparently Victor did something stupid again, as always and it made Logan angry, again. It was always the same with them. And it was super irritating just because you always had to listen to it. Sighing in frustration, you get up and practically stomp back into the house.

"Knock it off. Both of you. You two act like children." Both Logan and Victor throw a increndious look in your direction as you hop up on a kitchen counter.

"Oh don't give me that look you two. You both know I'm right. I'm the youngest and I swear I'm more mature than both of you." 

"You are so far from mature sis." Victor comments. You scoff at that.

"I'm more mature than you. All you ever do is pick fights with Logan and irritate me. At least I've learned to ignore it for the most part," Looking down at your nails, you miss the look on Victor’s face.  "Something someone else hasn't learned to do yet." You threw that response at Logan, you gave you a slightly dirty look.

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Meeting Andy had happened purely by chance. You had actually run into him in Hot Topic. Quite literally. You had both been too preoccupied by looking at all the stuff that you two didn't notice the other until you had both ran right into each other. 

"Oh, god sorry." Apparently you two were on the same wavelength, 'cause you both talked at the same time. Needless to say, you had to try really hard not to have a fangirl fit. You didn't want to freak him out. Too much.