#next they are probably going to make laws were teachers have to call them by their dead name

[isastrxnd]

Instead of protecting children from guns, Oklahoma is doing this.

#assigned #i am so mad right now #what the fuck oklahoma #we should be protecting kids from guns instead of targeting trans kids #if they were born a girl who cares they are a boy now and they should be allowed to use that restroom #first they tell kids to use the bathroom of their gender #next they are probably going to make laws were teachers have to call them by their dead name #the problem isn't trans kids it's transphobia #people should start making laws that will protect kids not ruin them #oklahoma #trans kids #protect trans kids #politics

[alexsoenomel]

Zippo Lighter (Dean Winchester x Reader fluffy smut)

Request: Hi 😊 would you do a Dean Winchester imagine where youre secretly having a crush on each other but not admitting it. Then one time Sam is out and you're alone at the motel, so it happens you accidentally walk in the bathroom while Dean takes a shower. You get all flustered but Dean takes the chance to grab you and kiss you and you end up in bed making soft love that night. In the morning Sam finds you cuddling and is just happy you finally got together

Summary: You were born with a very special and powerful gift. This is the story of how you met the Winchesters and fell for the older one. 

Pyrokinesis  /ˌpaɪroʊkɪˈniːsɪs/ —The ability to set objects or people on fire or to supernaturally project fire from one's own being through the concentration of psychic power.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape, abuse and death, AGE GAP (DEAN IS 35 AND THE READER IS 20), sweet and vanilla sex (reader is a virgin)

Word count: 7,505 (OOPS! I got carried away...)

Note: I LIVE FOR MUTURAL PINING OKAY! I put my own little twist to it and the only thing I left out from the request was when Sam finds them together....I kinda wanted a funny ending. Request by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​

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It was said that being different was, is and will, most of the time, be a bad thing. Why? Probably because people usually didn't understand why someone was different. Sure, there are good human beings in this world, but most of the time, when you hear something filled with hatred it tends to stay with you longer than the good things. That's why you kept things quiet.

You didn't really have good friends and your family died in a fire...a fire you started when you were just a little girl in diapers, crying yourself to sleep. One moment you were crying in your crib for mommy to pick you up and feed you, and the next, everything was on fire....except you. You still didn’t know what exactly happened. That day you became an orphan, depending on others and your home was an orphanage near the house you once lived in. You weren’t happy there whatsoever. You had no friends, the food was awful and the women who were supposed to keep you safe didn’t care and treated you like garbage. No one liked you, no one wanted you…so you decided to run.

The night before your 18th birthday you packed a bag and finally, when everyone went to sleep, at around 3am, you left and never came back. When they finally realized you were gone, they were furious. Of course they tried to look for you, but failed. You were far gone from your city and everything you knew. It was time to start over.

That was two years ago.

Now, at the age of 20, you were content and living your life instead of just surviving. You worked as a janitor in a local high school in Lebanon, Kansas. It wasn’t much but you had your own little place, some money to survive and had a somewhat normal life. You thought you had finally run away from your past, and as far as your outstanding ability went, you decided to shut it down. You didn’t think about it and just for a second it seemed like you had finally moved on. You were even thinking about going to college and finally doing something you loved. Being a janitor wasn’t something you wanted to do for the rest of your life. 

Everything seemed fine, you managed to make some friends at that high school (more like people you were friendly with); some of them were students rushing desperately to graduate and go to college, some of them were even teachers, and for the first time you felt accepted, which was ironic considering you worked in the most judgmental place on Earth.

Who knew everything was about to change one night? You sure didn’t. You were clueless.

At around 1am on a Friday night you were awakened by the sound of the glass shattering. You got up and went to the kitchen only to see a shadow of a man.

“Who the hell are you?” You asked. You weren’t scared, you were angry and that wasn’t good for either one of you.

“Hey there.” The man spoke. His voice sent cold shivers down your spine, and not the good kind. It was the kind that made you sick to your stomach.

“Don’t move.” He said, pulling out a gun. “You’re going to be a very good girl for me tonight.”

You still weren’t terrified. The man had the face of a true monster and you still weren’t scared. He told you he was going to rape you and rob you, and you still didn’t flinch. Instead you were raging with anger. Your jaw was painfully clenched as your hands formed two fists. Slowly you approached him, step by step…

“Don’t fucking move.” He ordered but you didn’t listen.

“You told me to be good, right?” You asked innocently while the muzzle of the gun was on your chest. Slowly you put your palm on it. “I will be good I promise.”

The smell of melted metal filled the room, along with the smoke and…light?

A small beam of light came directly from your palm, intriguing the man to become fixated on it. You, on the other hand, didn’t notice. A few seconds later, the gun muzzle was shut, and the gun became useless.

“What the fuck did you do?” The man asked, as panic started to set in.

You weren’t feeling right. You knew he couldn’t hurt you now but you were still angry. He broke into your home, with the intent to assault you and might try again if you don’t do something. The anger was too much…

“Oh nothing…” You said calmly and pressed your thumb on his chest imagining the fire burning on that exact spot.

The man was confused until he looked down and saw his sweater on fire. He started to panic and tried to find the nearest object to put the fire out. It was useless; he was a dead man from the moment he broke into your apartment.

You stepped back from him and slowly moved your hand up in the air. The fire spread all over him now and he was screaming. That scream of pure agony woke you up. You quickly realized what you had done and it was time to run. No time to get your stuff, you just grabbed your wallet and left. Soon,the whole ground floor, where your apartment was, was on fire…

You didn’t know where to run or where to hide. You didn’t have a car and you wanted to leave town as soon as possible. What happened? What have I done?

Those were the questions you couldn’t get out of your head while running God knows where.You didn’t know where your legs were taking you, but you couldn’t stop running.  It was dark and it felt like every soul was asleep except you. The night seemed so endless and hollow.

Why can’t I just be normal? I want to be normal.

It was probably 7am and you were still on the move. You unknowingly passed the highway and entered the woods you had no knowledge existed in the first place. Eventually you noticed the sun was about to rise and you were exhausted.

Still in shock from previous events, you felt like screaming. Tears were coming down your cheeks and your stomach made the loudest noise letting you know you were hungry. Realizing you were lost, you decided to sit down and rest for a bit. You let your mind slowly drift to sleep as you listened to the sounds surrounding you; birds chirping, wind blowing, branches swinging and…someone running?

You immediately got up, feeling anxious yet again. In your mind it could be a serial killer or a dangerous animal.

“HELLO?”

Nothing.

“HELLO?”

Nothing yet again.

You slowly started to panic, feeling like you could burst at any minute and setting everything on fire again scared the living shit out of you.

“Hey.” Someone said behind you.

You turned around, and faster than lightning, from your hand a small ball of fire flew and almost hit the guy who was standing behind you. Luckily, he was fast enough to throw himself on the ground and the fire hit a tree, missing him by a few inches.

“What the hell?” You mumbled and looked at your hand. This was new. You have never done something like this. Imagining where you wanted fire to burn was the only way you could create it.

Sometimes you would lose control (like last night) but you never thought fire could leave your body just like it did now. It was like you were a living, breathing lighter.

“I’m so sorry.” You said. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please don’t tell anyone what you saw. Fuck.” By this point you were having a full blown panic attack in the middle of the woods with a stranger. What a perfect scenario, you thought.

“Hey, first of all I won’t.” The stranger got up and cleaned the dirt off his shorts. He was tall, very tall, with long-ish hair and a pleasant face. By the looks of his clothes he was jogging. Who in their right state of mind jogs in the middle of the woods at 7 o’clock in the morning? Clearly this guy. “Second, how did you do that?”

“I don’t know.” You said wiping tears off your cheek. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Okay. This is going to sound crazy but I live in a bunker near these woods with my brother, we deal with this kind of stuff all the time. You’re clearly stressed out and tired, do you want to come with me? We can sort everything out.”

“What? So you have seen stuff like this?” You asked, genuinely surprised by his answer.

“This? No…but I have seen a lot of things people only dream about.”

“You sound like a character from a TV show…or a mental patient.” You said, still questioning whether he was telling the truth.

“Yeah. People usually tend to think I’m crazy.” He smiled.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“Think about it this way, you can kill me if I try anything.”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

He seemed genuine and you felt like you could trust him. He was right; you could kill him if you wanted to. Your powers were growing and you could feel it. You didn’t want it, but it was out of your control.

On your way to “the bunker”, you explained to him what happened: the stranger in your home, destroying his gun and killing him…he seemed to believe your every word.  His name was Sam Winchester and he wasn’t lying. He did in fact live with his brother in these woods. It was some sort of a reinforced underground shelter, bunker of some sort;   it screamed men cave but it was cozy and felt like an actual home.

“Hey Sam.”  Someone emerged from the kitchen. A man in a long, gray robe with morning bed hair and coffee in his right hand. “Who’s this?”

“This is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my brother Dean.“ He looked at him and just nodded.”I will explain later. Now do you want to take a shower while I talk to my brother?”

“That would be nice, thank you.” You said.

Sam gave you a towel, a clean shirt and showed you where the guest room was, along with the bathroom. You were still a little anxious and on the edge after everything that had happened the previous night, but strangely enough, you knew everything would be okay in the end. You could trust Sam.

“I’m hungry and I’m not gonna ask anything until I eat my breakfast.” Dean said calmly, looking at his plate of pancakes like he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I’m screwed, aren’t I? Sam smiled.

“Oh yeah.”

After 10 minutes of Dean stuffing his face with pancakes and Sam looking at his laptop as usual, you were finally done with the shower and the older brother was ready to ask some questions.

“Okay first of all, why did you let a stranger use my shower?” Dean asked.

“It’s a guest bathroom, Dean.”

“Still…What’s her deal?”

“I ran into her while jogging…she’s…” He didn’t know how to explain it to him because he wasn’t quite sure what he witnessed in the first place.

“What?” Dean was growing impatient, you could hear it in his deep and sharp voice.

“She can create fire.” He finally spat it out. “I found her in the woods scared and alone and she threw a ball of fire at me.”

“And you brought her here?” Dean asked sarcastically.

“I scared her. The fire hit the tree.”

Dean wasn’t pleased with his brother and the decision to bring a complete stranger to their home, but of course, Sam already knew that and still decided to help you. He knew what it was like to feel completely alone, so he wanted to help.

“Still she could have killed you Sam.” Dean yelled.

“But I didn’t mean to.” You said standing behind them with wet hair and face almost red after a hot shower. The shirt Sam gave you was just above your knees but you were still wearing your dirty pajama bottoms.  “I panicked and I’m so sorry Sam.”

“I believe you. Now, let's figure this out.”

You nodded and sat next to Dean while Sam was still searching for something on his laptop. “There it is.” He mumbled and showed you the article. Damn, those journalists were fast. It was about the dead guy in your burnt down apartment. Luckily no one else got hurt or died. You then showed Dean the article.

“You did this?” He asked. His face was a little tense. He was contemplating if he could trust you or not.

“Yeah. Some guy broke in and threatened to rape me. I got mad.”

“Rape you?” He said after checking the screen once more. The guy you killed was a convicted sex offender.

“Yes. He had a gun.” You added.

“Well, it’s safe to say he got what he deserved. “ Dean said.

“Yeah but my life is ruined.” You said looking at your hands. “I could never live a normal life.”

“What do you mean? Where are your parents?” Sam asked.

You couldn’t even look at him and you sure weren’t about to cry. You told them about your parents, the fire, the orphanage and the abuse you endured and how life has been nothing but running and hiding for you. You have been just surviving for the majority of your life. It became exhausting, but once you finally started living, it all seemed too good to be true. Now you knew, it was. You could never have a normal life.

“I didn’t ask for this.” Your voice was trembling as you struggled not to completely fall apart. “I just want to be normal.”  

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so angry at yourself it made your heart literally hurt. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack or maybe it was just breaking knowing you lost one thing you wanted the most – normalcy. You excused yourself and went to the guest room where you were staying. As soon as you shut the door you started to cry collapsing onto the floor. You suddenly heard Sam’s voice calling your name.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Can I come in?”

“I’m a mess, better not. Give me a minute!”

“Okay but know one thing. It’s not your fault you were born like this. It doesn’t matter what you are nor what abilities you have, it only matters what you do. It’s your choice. You were a baby when it happened, (Y/N).”

Sam’s words hit you like a damn truck. He was right, you knew he was, but you couldn’t shake off the guilt you felt. You decided to open the door. You wiped your tears and let him in.

“You sure know your way with words, Sam.” You said, forcing a smile on your face.

“That’s because I’ve been there.” He confessed.

“You said you and your brother deal with all kinds of strange stuff, what exactly do you mean? Are there more people like me?”

He told you he will tell you everything if you stop crying and go back to the library.

“Okay.”

When you got back to the library, Sam proceeded to tell you stories that you would only read in books or see in movies. He told you he and Dean were hunters, but not the ones you thought. They hunted creatures… supernatural beings.

Stories about actual ghosts, demons and even angels followed. Dean even told you God himself existed…and that Lucifer was a tantrum making man-child which made you chuckle. When you asked them about humans with abilities he told you there were people with telekinesis, but your case was unknown to them.

“Well then…” Disappointment and confusion was all you felt in that moment.  “This sucks.”

“Want a drink?” Dean asked.

“Yes, please.” You said as a thought followed. I’m not old enough to drink.

Dean went and got you the strongest whiskey he could find. When you took a sip, the burning sensation went straight through your throat. It was strong alright and you have never tasted alcohol before. Strangely enough, it tasted good. It made you clench your eyes shut, but it was really good.

“Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“Do you think I’m a monster?” You then asked him. Dean was taken aback for a second before he finally answered.

“Nah, you don’t want to kill people, do you?”

“No.”

“You don’t feed off people?”

“No.”

“Then you’re good, don’t worry. Besides, I think it’s pretty awesome what you can do.”

You have never heard someone tell you this; then again no one has ever known what you can do. His words rang in your mind as your gaze went to your now half empty glass, wondering how you drank the amount you did.

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re like a walking, talking Zippo lighter.” Dean’s voice was naturally deep and husky; hearing him call you a walking,talking Zippo lighter sent light shivers all over your body. His lips formed a pout, he seemed to really like his little analogy.

Looking at your right hand, scanning every inch of it, you couldn’t get his words off your mind; a walking, talking Zippo lighter. Something in your mind happened that caused the tip of your index finger to make a small flame, indeed like a lighter. You smiled in shock; this was the first time you actually used your ability, without feeling angry. Rotating your hand you imagined the flame getting bigger, and indeed it became bigger.

“Like this?” You asked.

“Wow.” Dean said clearly impressed while Sam had a look of worry written all over his face.

“(Y/N)…” Sam finally spoke in a whisper. Brows furrowed; his face screamed concern. He was afraid you might slip and lose control, like you did with him. You took that as a sign to stop, so you brought your fingers into a fist and the flame was gone.

“Sorry.” You then mumbled.

“You’re indeed a Zippo lighter.” Dean said and lifted his glass. “Let’s drink to that!”

“Cheers!” You said lifting yours and chugged the rest of the whiskey.  “What am I going to do though?”

One glass of whiskey wasn’t enough for you to forget your whole situation. You had nowhere to go, only a little money in your pocket that will probably last you a month if you skip dinner every night.

“Tell you what, why don’t you stay with us for a while?” Sam said. “This library is filled with books about the supernatural, there must be something about your ability, we just have to find it.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at Dean for approval.

“We don’t usually do this, heck we don’t do this ever, but if Sam trusts you I trust you. But if you do anything stupid we will have a problem. Got it?” Dean said.

“DEAN!” Sam yelled, annoyed because in his eyes, he was basically threatening a child. You were 20, but still apparently a child in his eyes.

“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” You got up from your chair and went straight for a hug.

“Oh, okay then…” Dean said as you wrapped your hands around his neck from behind as he was still sitting and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Dean was definitely surprised by your actions and couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. Then you went and hugged Sam. You felt so small due to his height. His body was firm and he smelled like a winter mountain’s air, fresh.  

For the first time in your life you felt safe. These guys just met you and they were willing to take you under their wing and help you find answers to questions that followed you for as long as you have been on this Earth. You couldn’t be more thankful for that.

*********

First few weeks living in the bunker with the brothers was a bit awkward and not for them, but for you. It still kind of was after almost five months of being a part of their lives. Sam became like a brother to you, for the first time in your life you could just let go and tell someone what was bothering you and what was on your mind. He became your best friend.

But Dean on the other hand…

Dean was something else. You found yourself looking at him more and more, but in a way you didn’t understand. It came out of nowhere. The man was gorgeous, no doubt about that, but he also liked rock music, had a weakness for pecan pie and overall was a pretty funny guy with a heart of gold. Of course you couldn’t tell Sam about it, it would make things even more awkward and you definitely couldn’t tell Dean, so you decided to not think about it. Suffer in silence and be dramatic…

You had a pretty good life with them. At first Dean didn’t let you go on hunts with them because he thought you would get hurt, but you took care of that. When a nest of vampires came to your town you made sure to show Dean what you can do. You took down the whole nest with one flame.

“Damn (Y/N)!” He said when he realized the whole nest was dead. It made you blush like a schoolgirl.

Your ability just kept getting stronger. Sam was helping you control it and so far it was working, deep breaths, meditation and surprisingly yoga helped but as far as knowing the origin of your powers… that still remained a mystery. Being an impulsive ass you sometimes had moments when you couldn’t control yourself and lit things on fire. It was a little saddening knowing you might never find an answer where your powers came from but you learned to accept it. So far it was working for you. You were in a good place.

One Monday morning you were eating breakfast with the boys while Sam was on his laptop with a piece of toast in his mouth searching for a case.

“Sam, will you ever eat breakfast without your beloved laptop?” You asked him.

“Nope.” He mumbled.

You looked over at Dean who was looking back at you smiling. He was looking extra good today which made you nervous. Your little crush was still alive and well, tormenting you day and night. You smiled back at him before you heard Sam saying he found a case. Perfect timing, you didn’t want to look for too long and be obvious.

“Where?” Dean asked.

“Los Angeles. Two people dead and one is missing. Eyes burnt.”

“City of angels and dead angels. What an irony.” You said.

“Or demons.” Dean added.

“So are we going?” You then asked.

You were going and you were going right after breakfast. You packed your bags and went within 20 minutes. The ride was going to be long so you packed some snacks, water and beer as well. This was going to be the first LONG drive with the brothers. Almost 24 hours… Sitting in the back seat you couldn’t help but watch Dean as he started the engine and pushed the gas pedal of his Baby. He really loved that car, blasting Led Zeppelin through the speakers, jamming to their music and genuinely being happy.

After a while you put your jacket against the window using it as a pillow and fell asleep. You didn’t get much sleep that night so might as well use the time to nap.

You woke up about two hours later still on the road.

“Good morning.” You heard Dean say.

“Hi (Y/N).” Sam said.

“Hi, are we there yet?” You murmured, still a little sleepy.

They both laughed telling you, you have been asleep for only two hours.

“Damn it.”

The ride was long and exhausting. You listened to Dean’s playlist which you didn’t mind considering you loved classic rock and slept while the older brother was driving. You made a few stops here and there to stretch your legs and have a breath of fresh air before finally arriving in Los Angeles the next day at around 7am. You found a cheap motel and decided to eat and rest for a bit before going to work. The room was relatively small with three beds, a semi clean bathroom and a dining table.  

“Dibs on the shower.” You said.

“I’m next.” Sam said, looking at his brother.

“Ugh fine.” You heard Dean as you closed the door.

After a steamy hot shower you felt like you have just been reborn. Because it was hot as hell (pun intended), you put on a pair of shorts, one of Dean’s old Led Zeppelin shirts you “borrowed” and your worn out boots. When you opened the door Dean’s gaze went straight to you. He was obvious but you didn’t see it. You were too tired and hungry to notice anything.

Dean was lost in you and he was quite confused by it. When he first saw you, he thought you were cute but then when you told him you were 20 he slapped himself mentally. He was 35 and it felt weird.

While he was drinking his beer and Sam was taking a shower, he watched you as you roamed around the room packing your stuff searching for God knows what in those damn shorts before you sat down across from him and opened your small bottle of vodka you bought at the gas station. You looked older than your actual age so buying alcohol was never a problem for you.

“What’s that?” Dean asked.

“Vodka.”

“You know you’re not old enough to drink?”

“I will be 21 in five months, leave me be.” You smiled and took a sip. Vodka was strong, burning your throat for a few seconds but it felt so good it woke you up instantly. Drinking on an empty stomach wasn’t smart at all and you knew that, but man you needed that little taste. You were a little nervous being alone with Dean.

You didn’t know but he couldn’t stop thinking how hot you were in those shorts and his shirt. “Why the fuck do I have a crush on a chick who's not old enough to drink?”

*****

The next day started at 6am. Dean woke you with a fresh cup of coffee under your nose.

“Good morning princess.”

His sarcastic tone made you roll your eyes before you even opened them. You got up, eyes still closed, hair all over your face, and took a sip of bitter black coffee. It was good enough to make you open your eyes, as you sat on the edge of the bed, processing your existence.

“Where’s Sam?” You said under your breath.

“Went to check out the bodies. Get dressed! We are going in ten minutes!”

“Without breakfast?” You asked knowing damn well Dean would never skip breakfast.

“With breakfast dumbass! We are meeting him at the diner two blocks away.”

“Good.” You simply said and went to the bathroom.

*****

The whole day was a bust. You checked out the bodies but couldn’t locate the source of the killings and with Cas (a badass angel whom you had a pleasure meeting once) not answering his angel phone, you were kinda stuck.

Later that day another body popped up, but no new leads followed. Annoyed, tired and sweaty in the suits you were wearing pretending to be the FBI, you decided to try again tomorrow. Sam decided to go for a walk and clear his head, while Dean was ready to hit the sack. You were hungry so you decided to grab a burger before going back to the motel.

After eating your Five guys you came back to the room, ready for a shower and some sweet dreams. Where's Dean?

Kicking your boots off, you noticed Dean’s suit on his bed and yet again wondered where he was. You took off the blazer and pants, feeling the warm air brush your skin and relief since it was so damn hot. Wrapping a towel around your naked body you opened the bathroom door only to see Dean standing surrounded by steam with a towel around his hips. You have seen him shirtless before, covered in cuts and blood, but shirtless nonetheless and every time you would tell yourself to not stare for too long.

“Holy shit, I’m sorry.” You said and closed the door immediately. You could feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you tried to shake the same feeling away. Dean was good at reading people and you had to be careful with your silly little crush. You didn’t want to make things awkward.

Dean opened the door, still wearing only a towel.

“You done?” You refused to look at him. Your eyes were looking at the bathroom door right behind him.

“Yeah.” He said. He was admiring the sight before him. Your locks of hair gently touching your shoulders, white towel wrapped around you, you looked tired and beautiful. I will lose my damn mind.

You just nodded and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Deep breaths didn't help, your heartbeat was in your throat, while your body felt unfamiliar and tense.

Meanwhile Dean got dressed and went to bed trying desperately to not think about the view he saw minutes ago. He failed.

Great, now I have a boner.

In the bathroom you took your sweet time to really enjoy the shower. You liked steaming hot showers, your philosophy was: if the skin wasn’t red afterwards, the shower wasn't good enough. You've always loved being hot, summer was your favorite holiday, hot coffee was your favorite drink; you sometimes wondered if your ability shaped your whole personality…BUT feeling hot and bothered because of a man was another story. It wasn't any man, it was Dean Winchester. You shook the sweet sinful thoughts of you and him doing the horizontal tango and focused on washing the shampoo from your hair.

After the shower you brushed your teeth and got into an oversized Mötley Crüe shirt you bought a few years ago in a random music store in Kansas. It covered your ass and was perfect for sleeping. Plus it reminded you of the things that once were and bittersweet memories of your almost normal life.

I wonder how his lips taste. God, I really want to bite his perfect little nose.

You shook your head.

No….skin care!

After finishing your skin care, which only consisted of one serum, you stepped out of the bathroom and saw Dean on his phone, pretending to not scan you as you went under the covers.

God, I love that shirt on her.

I should really do something before Sam gets back.

"(Y/N)?" You heard him as you were trying to get comfortable in a shitty motel bed.

"Yeah?"

She's too young for me.

She doesn't like me.

It's weird.

"Do you still wish to be normal?"

Stupid fucking question.

"Not really, why?"

Dean swallowed nervously, not knowing where to take this conversation.

You were surprised by his question. Why is he asking me this?

"Just wondering, I know how messed up you were when we met."

"You and Sam really helped me accept that part of myself. It's not something I would change." You were lying on your side, facing Dean. Something seemed off about him and you noticed. It felt like secrets were lingering in the air and he refused to say anything. The air was tense. You were nervous.

Maybe I'll get lucky tonight.

You're not in a porn movie (Y/N)! Snap out of it! He probably thinks I'm too young for him?

Should I do something though?

What is he hiding from me?

"Plus, I really like being a walking, talking Zippo lighter." You finally added, reminding him of his little comparison.

He chuckled. "You know, I have one and it's not as badass as you."

You felt your cheeks burning up. You were trying to determine if it was his comment or warm air in the room.

"Yeah well, I'm a collector's item. Unique, I guess." You said and sat up on the edge of the bed. You looked at your left hand before it was engulfed in fire. Dean was watching you closely, hypnotized by the flame. You wanted to try something you have been practicing for a while.

"Open your Zippo, Dean." You told him. He went to the sofa and got his lighter from his jacket. He was only in his boxers but you were too focused on the flame in your hand to fully process.

He opened the silver Zippo he had had for years and before he could say anything you snapped your fingers and a small flame started flying in the air before it settled on the wick.

"Holy shit that's awesome!"  

"Yeah? Been practicing control for a bit."

"Well good job Zippie! This is fucking amazing!" For a second he sounded like an excited child in an amusement park.

You chuckled. Zippie. You liked when he gave you nicknames and occasional terms of endearment like sweetheart or darling. It made your little heart dance.

"I really like that." You said and formed a fist making the whole flame disappear from your hand and his lighter.

"What?" He asked. His voice was deep but something changed. You couldn't put a finger on it but your gut was telling you something good was lingering just around the corner. His face was a dead giveaway. You knew Dean, not long, but long enough to recognise the look he had whenever he wanted to devour a woman alive. You’ve seen it like ten times in the past few months. He was a flirty type.  

His face was relaxed, smoldering eyes burning right through you, occasionally licking his perfect plum lips.

He likes me.

"I like the nickname Zippie." You finally said as you snapped back to reality.

He didn't say anything. He just put his lighter back in the pocket of his leather jacket and sat on your bed.

"Can I tell you something, Zippie?"

"Yeah, you can." You said, your voice struggling not to completely disappear.

"When I say I think you're badass I really mean that. You're really something else…"

Why can't I just tell her?

You smiled. You knew he thought your ability was awesome but to hear him say it was something else. It was from the heart.

"I believe you."

You sat next to him and put your index finger in front of him. A small yellow flame appeared.

"Make a wish!" You said. He wasn't sure why you did that but he knew exactly what to wish for.

I wish you would kiss me back.

Dean closed his eyes and blew the candle that was your finger.

After he did it, you did exactly the same.

I wish you would kiss me.

"What did you wish for?" You said, not noticing how close your faces were.

"This!" And with that Dean closed the gap between you with a soft kiss on your lips. You could taste the hint of mint right away from his toothpaste while your hand went to cup his cheek before you decided to sit on his lap. Your forehead was resting on his when you broke the kiss.

"I wished the same thing." You confessed.

His hand went in your hair as he smiled and kissed you again, this time letting you know he wanted more. He wanted it all.

You moaned into the kiss and you placed your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer. His kisses were addictive, sweet and with a taste of something you have never experienced before – lust. You’ve kissed a few, you’ve made out with the few, but never actually felt wanted enough to sleep with someone. Until now.

You broke the kiss, panting like you just ran a marathon.

“Sam’s going to kill you, y’know?” You said as his lips drifted to your neck, leaving a small trail of kisses all over.

“Why do you think that?” He was, of course, clueless.

“It’s not like you’re 15 years older than me Dean.” You said sarcastically. “Plus he sees me as his younger sister.”

“Ew gross!” He answered between kisses. “I mean…I thought I’m too old for you but–”

“But nothing.” You cut him off. “It’s not like I’m 16, give me a break! Plus 35 is a perfect age for a man.”

Dean lifted his head up to look at you, his green eyes were sparkling and his lips were smiling. “You think so?”

“Yeah I know so! Sam showed me your old photos when you were in your early 20s. You are aging like fine wine.”

It was true. You and Sam were rummaging through old boxes on a random, rarely free, Sunday when you found old photos of the brothers throughout the years. Dean in his early 20s was an innocent, breathtaking boy with a stunning smile on his face. He would protect you and make sure you were safe, whilst Dean in his early 30s would kill for you and make sure you were far from danger. Dean in his early 30s was tired and wise, body and soul filled with scars, but beauty intact.

Dean’s smile became a smirk. He nodded, accepting the compliment before he kissed you again. His hands went under your shirt, his fingers tracing all over your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. In response you started to slowly move your hips and grind against him, feeling how hard he already was. It then hit you. You didn’t tell him.

“Dean?” You said breaking the kiss…again.

“Huh?”

“I have a thing I forgot to tell you.” You started. You felt nervous even though you didn’t know why. It wasn’t a big deal and you knew that, The only question was how to properly articulate it.

“Spill it!” He looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes, excited about what you would say next. Who knew he was like a puppy when he liked someone.

“You’re going to be my first.” You finally spilled it after a few seconds of silence.

He tilted his head slightly. “You mean your first DILF?”

You sighed and gave him a bitch face. Too much time with Sam was rubbing off on you. “You’re not a father as far as I know, Dean! No, like the first guy I’m gonna sleep with!”

His lips formed a small O when you told him.

“You mean…?”

“Yeah!”

“Are you sure you want to though?” He then asked, even though he already knew the answer. You trusted him. He trusted you.

“Yeah. Now shut up and kiss me, will ya?”

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked.

This kiss seemed different, needy and filled with lust and adoration. It felt like he was holding everything back until now. It felt like you finally got to taste your favorite wine, so sweet and addictive. You couldn't get enough of it.

You leaned in, urging him to follow you as you fell into the mattress. While you were kissing, you couldn't help but slowly move your hips, grinding against him, feeling how hard he was. It was a brand new feeling. You liked the idea of him getting all hot and bothered because of you. He moaned into the kiss, growing impatient before he took your shirt off, exposing you completely. You thought you were going to be shy and hide your body from him, but something about Dean made you feel comfortable and free.

"You're so beautiful." He said in pure adoration.

"You're making me blush." You said and meant it. His words were meaningful and true. No other person has ever made you believe the things they said. That was why you didn't even bother to go all the way with people you have been seeing. You could read right through them and see their true intentions.

Your hands were roaming freely all over his body. He was all muscles and covered in scars, each one telling a story of his life as a hunter.

He took his time on you, making sure you were comfortable and relaxed for him. His right hand went down to your naked body, feeling every bump and inch of your skin. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh. When he reached the most sensitive spot between your legs his thumb started to rub you in a circular motion while his lips never left your neck. .

“You like that?” He asked between kisses.

The only thing that escaped from your lips was a light: “Aha.”

“Good.”

He took your panties off exposing you completely under him. Soon his boxers followed. When you saw how big he actually was you swallowed nervously wondering how much it would hurt. You knew first times always hurt and it usually sucked, but so far you were enjoying every minute of it. He knew which buttons to push and which places to kiss.

He positioned himself between your legs and slowly entered you. You were holding on to his back, fingers deep in his skin as you gasped in discomfort. It hurt but it wasn’t as bad as you expected.

“Holy shit!” You said under your breath.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…just….move!”

He nodded and started to move slowly. It still hurt but after every slow thrust, it hurt a little bit less and less, until the pleasure took over the pain almost completely. He was taking it slow while kissing every inch of your skin he could get his lips on. You were breathing into each other while his thrusts became faster and stronger. You could feel yourself getting warmer and something in the lower part of your stomach. You weren’t sure what it was but you liked it.

“You’re hot!” He noticed, feeling your body temperature rise after every thrust.

“I feel weird!” You whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his neck. “I think I’m close!”

It felt like a rollercoaster but instead of going up and down; you only went up until you couldn’t take anymore and just crashed. But the thing was your body temperature kept rising and rising until you reached your breaking point. You were both panting, gasping for air, your hands were leaving light scratches on Dean’s back and yet he didn’t even flinch.  

“FUCK!” You moaned, feeling the orgasm pierce through you. Your lips were parted, back slightly arched under Dean, but your eyes changed color – two yellow sparks appeared as you were experiencing your first big O.

“Dean!” His name didn’t leave your lips, just like a cigarette of a smoker.

Dean didn’t stop until you came down from the euphoric high. He watched your eyes go back to your normal color, following your body temperature.

When he stopped moving and collapsed on you, you kissed him on the lips and did what you’ve always wanted to do – you bit his nose.

“Why did you do that?” He smiled in confusion.

“You have a perfect nose and for some reason I’ve always wanted to bite it.” You explained.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He moved next to you, covered in sweat, wondering what he saw a few moments ago.

“(Y/N), did you feel your temperature rise before you came?”

“Yeah. It was weird and yet it felt amazing.”

“Yeah your eyes also changed color.” He added, thinking how perfect your nickname was. Zippie the human lighter.

“Changed color?”

“Yeah they were yellow, like you had sparks in your eyes.”

“Awesome!” You said and kissed his shoulder. “Sam is still going to kill you though!”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah!”

That night you slept in separate beds since Sam was sharing the room with you. He came back three hours later and by that time you were both fast asleep.

The next morning during breakfast in the nearby diner, between stuffing your face with eggs and bacon, you decided to be a little bit of a dick.

“Sam, I found out something new about myself.”

Sam took a sip of his black coffee. “Really? What?”

Dean was ignoring the whole conversation, eating his pancakes.

“My body temperature rises and my eyes sparkle whenever I have an orgasm!”

Dean choked on his pancakes, while Sam stayed silent in shock before looking at Dean giving him his iconic bitch face.  

“Really, Dean?”

“Zippie, you’re a dick!” He told you.

“Your dick now since you like me that much, handsome!” You winked at him.

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[ggukkiedae]

going back

date: mid october 2018

warning/s: talks about yoonmi’s biological parents and them disowning her a few years prior

notes from c: i promise this isn’t hard angst aksjdhfng remember dialogues in italics are spoken in english

word count: 2k

yoonmi is met with an unfortunate ex-family related situation

It wasn’t getting out of hand.

No, there was no way Yoonmi would admit to that. Her members believed in her, so she didn’t want to disappoint them. She promised her teachers that she would stay on top of her work, so she would always give work of the best quality so she could graduate on time next February, and she promised Haechan she’d graduate with him. She committed herself to the different staff and companies she was working with, so she wouldn’t slack off on her responsibilities. People on the internet were coming after her again for suddenly accepting acting gigs, so she was going to prove to them her abilities and talent.

Therefore, she would not admit that she was being overworked.

She’d been eating well enough by her standards, thus deciding to skip out on taking any of her supplements. She always forgot about them anyway. Besides, the members, though more lenient now, still somehow managed her eating and sleeping well enough.

She’d be fine. She just had to focus on the task at hand, which was acting calm in the face of going back to the same place she originally grew up in. 

England. 

Given she was going to London instead of Newcastle, but she knew her biological parents had based their companies in London. They had shown up and made a mess of her life before, which thankfully led to her being accepted into a big loving family with a mom, a dad, another older brother, and two younger siblings. 

However, it took a long time for her to be relatively okay after that. If the whole situation a few months prior said anything, her thoughts and reactions had been completely affected by what her birth givers did to her.

It’s totally normal for her to be scared that they would show up, right? But, if they did show up, she had to keep it together. She shouldn’t show them any weakness.

“Hey,” Jungkook nudged her while pulling her hands from her thighs and placing his hoodie-covered arm under her hands instead. Her nails were digging into her skin, and she didn’t notice. She didn’t even notice Jungkook was awake. “We’re going to have some free time to explore, alright? Let’s get you de-stressed before the concert, then we can have fun with ARMY.”

She pursed her lips, “It’s not that….”

“I know,” he whispered to keep from the others overhearing just in case they were awake, “you’re worried about seeing them, aren’t you?”

“They turned my life to shit multiple times, they can do it again.”

Jungkook’s sigh didn’t escape her ears, especially since he moved to make her head rest on his shoulder. It was only then when she realized she was pressing her fingers quite hard into his sleeve which, despite having a thick cover, probably still hurt at least a little bit.

A quiet apology flew past her lips while she curled her arms into herself. Jungkook took it upon himself to put Iron Man 2 on for them. He plugged their earphones into the dual adaptor and placed one in her ear and the other in her hand. 

“We won’t let them,” Jungkook reassured her. “You’ve got us backing you, your siblings and new family, your friends, and the law.”

“It’s not like I have a restraining order,” she shrugged, “I just got emancipated then adopted.”

“Well, one wrong breath in your direction,” Jungkook began, “and Yoongi hyung, Yoonsung hyung, and Chan are gonna file a restraining order.”

She laughed and let herself relax into her seat. Her trio of overprotective big brothers, as Jungkook not so fondly called them, were a force not to be reckoned with if they were all angry for the same reason, and she took comfort in the fact that they had her back. 

A poke in her dimple brought her out of her thoughts, making her turn to meet eyes with a satisfied Jungkook. She laughed, knowing he took pleasure in making her forget about the people who she thought were her family so long ago. He just turned back to the screen in front of them and hoped for the best.

The concert went by smoothly until they got off the stage and finished taking their pictures for the day. Manager Sejin approached her with a serious look on his face, pulling her and Namjoon to the side.

“You’re not going to like this,” he shows them his phone with her biological mother’s sports training center website on the screen. 

It wasn’t just that. Right on the home screen, almost taking up the full phone screen, it was a picture of Yoonmi on stage just earlier. It was an impressive feat, having someone both take and edit the photo within an hour at maximum (considering it was her in the first set’s outfit), but she couldn’t find it in herself to be impressed.

What was this?

For years, she had just wanted to make her birthgiver and sperm donor proud of her, but they never approved because her methods were “not in line with the family image” or something stupid like that. The very same argument they used as the final deciding factor in disowning her seemed to not matter to them as half of them used her picture—in the profession they disapproved of—for promotional material.

Apparently that wasn’t it because, as soon as Sejin switched tabs, it was her picture on the front page of his motor-sport business’s website.

Yoonmi let out an emotionless laugh, making her leader and manager look at her in worry. “This has to be a joke.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon addressed the manager, “have you reached out to legal? We have to get these pictures down. No way are we associating with those people.”

“They’re working on filing a lawsuit as we speak. It helps that they illegally brought in a proffesional camera not permitted by the company despite the clear guidelines saying not to.”

Namjoon nodded in approval before turning to Yoonmi. She had gone silent, staring off into space as she processed what was happening. He quietly asked manager Sejin to bring the rest of the boys back to the hotel and not tell them about what was going on while he spoke to Yoonmi alone. 

“Hey,” he rested a hand on her head for a bit before letting it slide down until he could gently pat her cheek, “you okay, Yoon-ah? Legal’s working on it, don’t worry.”

“I can’t believe they’re doing this,” she muttered, looking down. “They fought so viciously to get me to quit being an idol, and now they’re using my status as one in order to promote their companies? After they disowned me?”

Namjoon brought her into a hug, rubbing her shoulder. She didn’t return the hug. She didn’t move at all.

“Neither of their companies even relate to my job, they’re being so stupid about this,” her voice was on the verge of breaking, and Namjoon could feel her tears starting to soak into his shirt, “This is so stupid.”

Knowing she defaulted to English when in distress, Namjoon spoke in the foreign tongue as well. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

There was a shake of her head.

“Do you want to be alone?”

A nod.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

For a moment, Namjoon didn’t get a response, which worried him greatly. He made the slightest move indicating he would step out of the hug, but her hands went up to grip his shirt while she nodded. 

With a sigh of relief, he gently maneuvered her so she was tucked under his arm on his side and led her over to one of the spare green rooms. He looked at one of the staff members standing by the door while he stepped in with her.

“Could you grab us our stuff, please?” 

The staff member nodded her head. “I’ll order you kids some food, too.”

With a nod of thanks, he shut the door behind her then brought Yoonmi over to the couch. He sat against the armrest and the backboard of the couch with his legs up, letting Yoonmi settle in front of him and hide her face in his shirt. All he could do for her while she didn’t talk was be there for her. He was her guardian, her leader, and her brother. He needed to be a pillar she could depend on. 

He couldn’t let her feel the anger rising in him.

Yoonmi’s tears were silent. As much as she wanted to thrash around and throw a tantrum despite being in her late teens already, she didn’t want to give the satisfaction to her biological parents of breaking her to that degree once again.

It had been three years since they cut her off, and not once did they try to contact her. She was happy. There was no feeling of restraint anymore because her big brother and her grandmother still loved her, she had a new family to call her own, the brothers she found in her group mates had a stronger bond than ever and were set to renew their contracts in a few weeks, hell she even made friends and got a boyfriend who genuinely cared for her.

So why?

Why would they come back into her life at this moment? Why would they want to use her like that? Especially how they made it clear that being an idol was not proper? She thought she was finally free from them, but here they were. It felt like they were starting a new vicious cycle of tearing her down right when she was reaching peak happiness.

The vibrations from Namjoon’s phone distracted her from her thoughts. He must have had so many people looking for him given the fact they were headed to Amsterdam soon and he needed to approve a few final details for Waste It On Me, but he stayed there with her, not even looking at his phone. All his attention was on her and just being there for her.

Yoonmi pressed her head closer to his chest, listening to the thumps of his heart. It was steady and constant, something she needed.

“Thank you for staying with me,” she muttered, hands reaching up to wipe the tear stains off her face.

Her sudden words after a little over thirty minutes of silence jolted Namjoon. “Of course. I’m always going to be here for you, okay?”

She sat up, looking at her leader with an expression he could only describe as guilt and hurt mixed together. He fixed himself, swinging his legs over her head with a sound effect from his mouth to try and lighten her mood. A smile broke onto her face, which was a win for him.

“There’s that smile,” he placed his hand on her head, lightly rubbing her hair with her thumb before taking it back. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

“There’s nothing much I can say,” she shrugged. “I’m hurt, they’re being hypocritical, and I don’t want to be associated with them. Is the legal team…?

Namjoon nodded, “They’re handling it as we speak.”

“Good,” she nodded, relaxing a little. “By any chance, can we see if they’re using Yoonsung oppa’s company in any similar way? I mean, his company did blow up last year.”

The leader nodded once again before tapping the side of her leg. “Of course. Anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just be here?”

He smiled and opened his arms for a hug, which she gladly gave, cuddling into her leader. He was never the most affectionate of her members, far from it, but he was probably the most comfortable and reassuring member to hug objectively speaking.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Namjoon’s rare use of that specific nickname made her smile and sink further into the hug, “You’ve got me and the whole of Bangtan at your side. Those people have no idea what’s coming for them, and you’ll certainly be millions richer when this is all over.”

She actually let out a laugh at that. Namjoon stood up with a smile and held his hand out for her. 

“Let’s go grab our stuff and our food so we can stop the others from worrying.”

The faint sound of Jimin and Taehyung yelling her and Namjoon’s names reached their ears. 

They exchanged a look before Yoonmi spoke. “Too late.”

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[call-me-eds]

Crush

Masterlist

Steve x Reader Fluff

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Almost everyone can tell that Max has a crush on Steve. When he cancels a driving lesson to take you on a date, you think that you can take out 2 birds with one stone.

It was adorable for everyone that wasn’t you and Max. You felt guilt over the whole situation and like most things: it infuriated her. How did she let her guard down and let this happen? It was against everything she had ever known, and probably the laws of nature.

Her stupid crush on Steve Harrington.

It was scientific knowledge that boys mentally developed later than girls, so it was like he was becoming a man right as she was entering womanhood. With those transitions came the growth of the brain and the body, making emotions rage.

“I don’t understand why you can’t teach me, it’s not like I haven’t driven your car,” she said upon finding out Eddie would be taking her driving over the weekend, changing the original plan. Going in circles around the abandoned mall parking lot with Steve had been the thing she was looking forward to most all week.

“I told you, Max, I have a date with Y/N that isn’t going to get pushed just because you want to give me whiplash,” he scoffed. “Eddie’s probably a better teacher than me, anyway.” It was true, Eddie knew the ins and outs of every car Max had ever heard of and more, but he was like a lame older brother to Max. What fifteen year old girl wanted to hang out with their older brother when they could be with the boy next door?

Okay, geographically Eddie was also the boy next store, but whatever, semantics.

“I don’t want to drive that big van around, everyone will think I’m even more of a loser than they already do,” she frowned, the trademark scowl appearing on her face.

“Hate to break it to you, Kid, but it’s your only option.” Kid. It stung worse than when her and El practiced using eyelash curlers earlier in the week.

“Whatever.”

There was nothing harmful about the crush, per say, it was just that no one could believe that Max of all people had succumbed to the Harrington charm. Her friends were oblivious, Lucas most of all, but the older teens in her life couldn’t keep the stupid smiles off of their faces anytime she inquired about Steve or they saw a blush appear on her face when he was near. Nancy learned not to ask about it when she nearly got her head taken off a few weeks ago after she pointed out the fit of Steve’s jeans, hoping to get the younger girl to talk to her.

You were laying on Steve’s bed while he folded laundry and relayed the conversation to you, laughing a little.

“Munson is in for it big time when she gets her little hands on the wheel,” he was thrilled that this responsibility was going to somewhere else, even if it was just one lesson.

“You called her ‘Kid’?” you asked. He shrugged and turned to start hanging up his jeans.

“I guess so, yeah,” he nodded, not thinking that it was that big of a deal. She had called him much worse.

“Steve, that probably killed her,” you groaned.

You weren’t encouraging Steve to entertain her crush, and you didn’t love feeling like you were doing something wrong just by being with your boyfriend, but you knew how she felt. Nancy knew how she felt. Robin knew how she felt. No one could so easily forget the perils of being a young girl.

The wistful stares you saw from Max were so familiar, you felt like you were just trying to hide them yourself yesterday. They were honestly kind of hard to miss, her googly eyes. It was the same way she looked at Lucas when she thought no one was looking.

You couldn’t even blame her, because you looked at Steve the exact same way. That sly grin appeared on his face and your stomach fluttered. A corny joke left his lips and your eyes lit up. His hands brushed your own, and your heart rate doubled. He was infectious. If you didn’t stand a chance, how did she? 

“I think she’ll be okay,” he said, closing his closet door and flopping beside you on the bed. He picked up your hand and began playing with your fingers. The way he was gently touching you was making you forget all about what he said to Max. “Should I be worried that you’re not even a little jealous?”

“Jealous?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” he nodded, tugging you over so you were against his side. “I mean, I’m such a dreamboat I’ve got to fight the girls off.” He dropped your hand to toss his up in the air, as if to ask if there was anything he could do. You let your palm slide against his chest and resisted the urge to press your nose into him to smell his freshly cleaned shirt.

“Well, do you really think there’s anything for me to worry about?” you asked, settling for rubbing your cheek against his. He hummed when you dug your nails into his pecs, scratching lightly. Before he could answer, you started to press your lips up and down his neck, making him unable to speak for a moment. 

“No,” he laughed. “Nothing at all.” Steve brought his warm hand to your cheek so he could kiss you properly. The thump thump thump of his heartbeat increased as you let your touches roam across each other’s bodies. Just as suddenly as you started to rile him up, you snatched yourself away from him, pulling away with a pop and leaning up.

“I have the best idea,” you gasped. He nodded and chased after you, not at all processing your words, just focused on getting his lips back on yours. “We should make our date a double.”

“With who, Eddie and his right hand?” he sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“No, Lucas and Max!” Steve swore he heard you wrong. Shouldn’t you be discouraging any romantic situations between Steve and her? “We can tag along for the driving lesson and then go to the drive-in.”

“I don’t know,” he frowned, thinking of all the ways this could go sour. He didn’t want to crush the poor girl's heart, he knew about her little infatuation. 

“Please?” you asked, leaning into his neck again and starting to make a mark on his ivory skin. “Just think about it.”

And that’s how Steve ended up with concealer on his neck in the passenger’s seat of his own car on Saturday night.

“Okay, you don’t have to slam on the brakes, just ease your foot down,” Steve instructed Max while you and Lucas were playing with a deck of cards in the backseat.

“Good thing we didn’t eat before the lesson,” Lucas mumbled, but Max whipped around and glared at him, letting him know that she heard him. 

“Sweetheart, do you have a scrunchie on you?” Steve asked you. You slipped the fabric off of your wrist and handed it to him, tuning out when he started to use it to explain the mechanics of brakes to Max. “Thank you,” he put it back in your hand, but kissed your knuckles before turning his attention back to his student.

You didn’t tell your boyfriend to lay off the affection tonight, but you assumed he would. Truthfully, this wasn’t even his usual date-night level of touchiness, he was toning it down. But the way Max’s eyes lingered on your fingers hinted that it wasn’t enough. You squeezed Steve’s shoulder, hoping to convey that to him, but he just turned around to face you again and give you a wink. Max rolled her eyes and with the way she was noticing everything, you weren’t going to try and give him a more obvious signal. 

After the driving lesson was done, you and Max both tried to convince Steve to let her stay behind the wheel to the drive-in but he shut that down. You took your spot in the front with Steve, reuniting Max with Lucas in the back. Only a moment of driving went by before Steve was moving his hand to your knee like there was a string connecting you two that had suddenly gotten a lot shorter. It was hard to remember the guests in the backseat. Just being with Steve, and especially when he was touching you, flooded your brainwaves.

Once you got to the movie, all priorities shifted to creating the coziest setup possible. Steve managed to fit four lawn chairs into his trunk so the younger couple didn’t have to fight to look between your heads. You also shuddered at the thought of them being back there, knowing the kinds of things you and Steve had gotten up to in those very seats while a movie played on the screen above. 

He took out all of the chairs and set up yours further away from the speaker, knowing you had sensitive ears. Max’s eyes were on him again, but she didn’t see your congnizance. When she turned her sights on Lucas to see his progress, you both saw him plop down in his chair while the last one was still leaning against the car. She rolled her eyes and went to grab it, but before she could Steve was opening it up and putting it next to yours.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, barely meeting his eyes.

“Of course,” he nodded, giving her that crooked smile that made the butterflies in your stomach do a dance. She wasn’t looking flushed or giddy like you were, though; she was angry, looking at Lucas and the way he was tapping his foot along to the preview music, completely carefree.

Oh.

“Want to go get some popcorn?” you asked Steve. He nodded and caught the orders the teens threw at him. You grabbed his hand and rushed him away, trying to get out of earshot as soon as possible.

“We’re so stupid,” you huffed.

“Why, what happened?” he asked, leading you to the concession stand. 

“No,” you groaned. “It’s so obvious, I don’t know how we didn’t see it before.” 

“Baby, what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder while you waited in line.

“This!” He jumped a bit at your exclamation, peeling himself off of you. “It’s not about you, Harrington, it’s about how you treat me.”

“I’m totally lost,” he shook his pretty little head.

“Anytime you touch me or say something sweet she looks right at Lucas, but he’s so caught up in himself because he’s 15. You’re the boyfriend blueprint and he’s not fitting the bill,” you explained.

“Okay, that is much less flattering, then. I’ll knock some sense into him as soon as we get back,” he assured you.

“No! That would be so embarrassing for them both. Just act normal, leave it to me,” you said. It was your turn to order and Steve got the food while you grabbed cups to fill with soda, you were a well-oiled machine. When you had everything and started strolling back to the car, Steve cleared his throat before speaking.

“The boyfriend blueprint, huh?” he smiled.

“That is seriously all you got from my brilliant discovery?” you asked, knocking his hip with your own. 

“Of course it is,” he laughed. “Do you really think that’s it, though? There’s not even a tiny bit that’s about me?” he pouted.

“Well, I am not a fair judge for that question, I’m biased,” you grinned. 

You often wondered how you got so lucky with Steve. He was incredibly kind, attentive, and selfless. Blueprint didn’t even do him justice, he was the inspiration and the muse.

“Remember, act normal,” you warned quietly as Max and Lucas took their treats from your hands. Steve’s level of instinct for being an amazing boyfriend sometimes took a backseat to his parental impulses. 

“Yes, Darling,” he said, making a show of kissing your cheek and pretending to pull out your chair as if you were sitting at a table. 

“Stop,” you laughed, making Max roll her eyes. Lucas was elbow deep in his popcorn, completely oblivious to the hole he was digging himself deeper and deeper in.

“Sinclair, help me with the speaker,” Steve said through gritted teeth. You should have known that telling him not to butt in wouldn’t do any good. The two boys began to fiddle with the dials on the rusted equipment, and you hoped Steve would keep his voice low.

“So, how do you think the lesson went?” you asked Max. “I just barely passed my driving test, I was horrible.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked, completely ignoring your question. You knew she wasn’t talking about driving. “I mean, Steve is obsessed with you, and it’s disgusting, but is there something wrong with me?” her eyes fell from yours, suddenly very interested in her hands wringing themselves out.

“Of course not,” you shook your head, leaning closer towards her. “Boys just show emotion in different ways, sometimes,” you tried explaining without sounding patronizing.

“Lucas pointed out a hunk of food stuck in my teeth in front of the entire lunch table the other day,” she rolled her eyes, the anger returning and replacing her shyness.

“Oh, I wish Steve would do that. One time he let me walk around with my sweater on inside out for an entire day, even took pictures with me, all because he didn’t want to say something and make me feel bad,” you said.

“Really?” a small grin made its way to her face.

“Oh yeah, it was mortifying,” you laughed. “People just show love in their own way.”

There was no blame for Max wanting a bit more showmanship, grand gestures were on every screen you turned to: Rob Lowe breaking into Demi Moore’s apartment, Kevin Bacon throwing the big dance for Lori Singer, and now you were about to watch Patrick Swayze give up his job for Jennifer Grey. Max couldn’t even get a hand outstretched to hold her own.

“What should I do differently?” she sighed.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said sternly. “Do not change a thing.” She nodded and sat back in her chair, a different look on her young face when the boys finished the fake-task at hand  

“God, it’s cold,” Max shivered, rubbing the arms of the thin jacket she had on. You and Steve waited a beat, giving Lucas one more chance. 

“I told you to bring a jacket, you never listen,” he huffed, sitting back down. Steve opened his mouth to reprimand him, not caring who it embarrassed, but stopped out of curiosity to find out what Lucas was digging through his pockets for.

“These take like 10 minutes to warm up, I think, I just bought them,” he was reading the instructions of the handwarmers he had come up with. 

“You just bought them?” Max repeated.

“Yeah, like I said, you never listen,” he smiled.

“Where are my handwarmers?” you teased, turning to Steve. He immediately grabbed your hands and breathed some hot air onto them, rubbing them between his own. 

“Oh, they’re built right in to the superior boyfriend model,” he shrugged. “No accessories needed.”

“Wow, lucky me,” you smiled. No matter how much of an effect he had on you, when Steve saw your smile he felt like he could fly.

“No, I’m the lucky one,” he scooted his chair impossibly closer and lowered your entangled hands to his lap. “Look at how cute,” he whispered. You turned your head and saw Max and Lucas in a similar position, Lucas rearranging the blanket over their laps and Max snuggling into his side.

“Think we look like that?” you asked.

“God, no, we’re smoking hot,” he scoffed before leaning over and kissing you firmly on the mouth. Only a second went by before you felt popcorn landing in your hair from your co-dates.

“Gross,” Max sniffed, but you couldn’t miss the sparkle in her eyes.

“Okay, we thought you were cool now, so we invited you out with us, but if you’d rather hang in Wheeler’s basement-”

“No,” Max cut him off. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. And hands where I can see them,” Steve said, nodding to the blanket. Max blushed deeply and Lucas just laughed, pulling his arms out from under the blanket and tossing one around her shoulder.

Throughout the movie, they laughed and toyed with each other; it was almost more entertaining than the movie on the big screen in front of you.

“What did you say to him?” you asked Steve. 

“I told him that doing nice things turns girls on,” he whispered.

“No you didn’t,” you pinched his leg harshly from where your hand rested on his thigh, making him squeal. “Tell me.”

“Fine. I told him that he had to pay attention, and that you need to put in effort every day, or he might make her feel like she’s not important to him. And she’s the most important thing in his life,” he leaned in at the last few words, speaking so tenderly that it brought tears to your eyes.

“I have such a crush on you,” you sighed, kissing him with no regard for the public setting. 

“Good, because I am crazy in love with you.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #stranger things #st4 #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader fluff #lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x student!reader - hidden art

Hi. Can you please do prompt #42 (from the new set) with Mr. Evershed? Somewhere along the lines of that he spots the tattoo on one of his students. - Anon 💜

42: “Nice tattoo.” “Thanks.” “What’s it mean?” “No idea.”

Sitting on the wall, you flicked to the next page of your book, taking a sip from your water bottle and you set it back down.

It was quiet in this part of the school during lunch, and since you weren’t a big fan of other people, you enjoyed sitting here instead.

It’s probably why you were easy to find, because when the door nearby opened you looked up from your book and you gave a small smile.

“Good afternoon Mr Evershed.” You greeted.

“How’re you today?” He asked.

Putting your bookmark into the book, you closed the book and set it aside.

“I’m good, what brings you out here?”

Mr Evershed sat on the bench and gestured for you to go over to him so you did. Gathering your things you made your way to the bench and sat down.

He held out a bit of paper to you which you took and quickly read over.

“Basketball competition?”

“I know our school focuses a lot on football and rugby, but you seem to enjoy basketball the most, I thought maybe you would be interested in playing on a team outside of school.” He smiled.

You nodded your head, folding the paper and you put it into your bag.

“Thank you sir, I’ll take a look later.”

He smiled at you, gesturing to your book.

“And what are we reading today?”

“A collection of French poetry from the 19th century.”

“French? I didn’t know you could speak French.”

“Oh I can’t, I can read it. I can understand if someone talked to me in French but I actually can’t speak the language, I’m not very good with the pronunciation.”

“Ah, right. Well, it certainly makes a difference. Would you say it’s a good read?”

“Absolutely, it’s good. Very different to other poetry I’ve read. Though there are still some works that nothing can beat, a few works by Shakespeare for example.”

He chuckled a little bit, nodding his head in understanding.

You took another book out of your bag and held it out to him.

“Maybe you would be interested in this, it’s a series of letters from world wars one and two that have been compiled into a book.”

He took the book from you.

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to give it a read and have it back to you at the end of the week.”

You always gave him something to read, mostly old books, you never read modern literature, telling him it didn’t have the same effect as old literature did.

And since he was an English teacher you thought he would have interest in looking them over, which he did.

He liked to encourage people to keep their hobbies, to peruse them if it was something safe and of course not against the law.

He’d made that mistake once and it resulted in graffiti all over the school.

But you weren’t a trouble maker, you kept to yourself, you work in your classes, you had good grades, passing grades at least.

The bell rang and you picked up your stuff, giving him a small smile.

“See you later sir.”

“Have a good afternoon, and remember it’s non uniform day tomorrow!” He called.

You nodded, making your way inside.

The next day you went into school, it was some sort of festival going on.

You weren’t really paying attention when it was being explained, all you knew was that you didn’t need to wear uniform, and there was activities inside and outside.

But you weren’t interested in any of them, you thought it was just a waste of your time, so you made your way into an empty classroom, sitting on the windowsill as you read.

You head your headphones on, listening to music, blocking out the noises of everything and the people all around yelling and shouting.

Because you were listening to your music, you weren’t aware of the door to the classroom opening and closing.

The moment Mr Evershed walked in he stopped, looking over at you.

“(Y/N)? Why aren’t you outside with everybody else?”

He waited for a reply, and when he didn’t get one he began to make his way over.

As he got closer, he noticed the colour on your arm, but he realised that wasn’t it.

He reached out, tapping your shoulder with the papers he was holding and you turned to look at him.

Setting your book down you pulled your headphones down.

“Hello sir.”

“Hello to you too. What brings you here?”

“I don’t want to partake in the festivities, they aren’t really my thing. People and loud places.”

He hummed a little bit.

“Right, sorry. I forgot. How are you? Are you alright in here?”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet so it’s not so bad over this way. Plus I’ve got my music and book to keep me company.”

“Good, I’m glad. Do you mind if I sit with you while I grade some papers.”

You gestured to the classroom.

“Go ahead.”

He sat at one of the tables and you jumped down to join him, sitting down with your book as you carried on reading.

Mr Evershed used this as a chance to look at your upper arm again to confirm his suspicions.

“Nice tattoo.” He said.

You looked up, grinning a little.

“Thanks.”

“What’s it mean?”

You gave a shrug.

“No idea.”

This made him chuckle.

“How long have you had it for? And I’m rather sure that it’s illegal for you to have a tattoo.”

“You would be right on that, it is. But, I can get one with a parents approval from certain places, it was my birthday gift last year from my dad.”

“I see, do you mind if I take a look?”

You shook your head, pulling your sleeve up so he could see the whole design.

It was of a tree, he wasn’t sure what kind of tree it was, maybe a willow tree or something similar, but where it should be green it was covered in all sorts of colours, all in a watercolour style.

“It’s really nice. Out of all the students here you’d be the last one I’d suspect if a tattoo.”

You laughed a little, pulling your sleeve back down.

“I’m careful to hide it, it draws too much attention.”

“Well, as long as you keep it hidden I can’t see any wrong with that.”

“Thanks sir.”

He nodded, turning back to his paperwork and you went back to reading.

You were just a bundle of surprises, and even now there was still a lot that nobody knew about you

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

[pocketramblr]

Hi pocket, i hope its alright to ask this but i dont really know who else to ask, but uh.. So i write this one fanfic, where the main character get kidnapped for about a year and forced to fight to save the world, but he is.. A part of this secret society so no one in his school know what he is doing when he disappear, what i want to ask is usually what would happen for people like him? I mean like someone who didn't attend school for a year with not much of an explanation? Will he get expelled? Or maybe still in school but in the same class with people who are previously his junior? Or is there a chance that he can be in the same class with his previous classmate after doing some kind of test?

Oh, a question I can answer with examples, weirdly enough. The specifics of what will happen to this student depends very much on where the school is and what the law is there. But, let's say this is a school in Texas, the following would happen:

After ten absences with no excuse, the student is considered truant. Even more contacts home (the school will usually have reached out already if there are absences) will happen.

If the family of the student says "hey, they've been kidnapped and here's the police report" the rest of the school will be informed. We actually had a case of a student who ran away from home last year, and all of the teachers who had them, plus the head teachers of the other grades, all admin, and the front office staff were informed so that if the student returned to school, we knew to send them to the nurse immediately and tell admin. I assume the police would have been told as well at this point so they could figure out where the hell the kid was staying and CPS would have been involved too- I'll never know, the kid went back home over that weekend.

If the family says "uh they've been kidnapped (and we haven't filled a police report)" the the school would immediately contact CPS and the police about it.

If the family cannot be contacted, answers no calls etc, then the school would do a welfare check, sending an employee or two out to the students home to see if they're there. If there is no answer, the school may reach out to do more welfare checks and may involve the police. We had a different student two years ago who didn't show up to school for three months, and there were four welfare checks from a school secretary and a police officer about it, with no answer at any time. This was honestly terrifying, because no one knew where the hell this kid and their family had gone.

Assuming the school knows about the kidnapping, or is unable to contact the family at all, it would be extremely difficult to move on to truancy court, which would need to happen to remove the student from the school roster. This is more recent, it used to be easier to do this, so check the truancy laws of where the school is set. Unless the family withdraws the student, usually the school must take them to truancy court or go through some other multi step process to force them to be removed from the roster. (Private schools are different and could probably do this easier, for public schools check local requirements in setting)

However, the student in your question has been gone a whole year- this means they could not have attended enough classes to get credit for them. In Texas, you have to be in the classes 90% of the days to get credit, though you do have a chance to make to hours after school or on Saturdays if needed. If you don't, though, you don't move on to the next year.

Also, at this point: if the family keeps the student on the school roster from the end of one school year to the start of another, the student must be present on the first day of school. If the student is not, they will be taken off the roster then, with no need to go through truancy court to do so. At this point, the student can be added back to the school if they show up later that week or the family works with the school with the excuse of "they're kidnapped rn and we want them to have a place at a school when they come back" but uh. Yeah that excuse is unlikely to work after a year. Once the student does return, they'd have to be added back to the school manually, which would mean paperwork and likely lots of meetings as admin tries to figure out where the hell they were for a year.

Let's say the kid is enrolled back in the school and not seized by CPS or placed somewhere else to focus on healing from the trauma of being kidnapped. In the case, they would be a year behind where they were. They might be able to do credit recovery for their missed classes, or take them over summer school to get credit, but in Texas it's unlikely they'd be moved back into their original grade. There aren't tests here that count for getting credit in individual courses in secondary school. I guess the student could test to get their GED if they wanted out of school all together. However, in other states it might be easier to take credit recovery, extra classes, or tests to get out of repeating those classes, so that depends on setting too.

#pocket talks to people #anon #hope this was helpful

[useless-catalanfacts]

November 4th 1934: Roc Boronat was arrested by order of the Goverment of the Republic of Spain.

Roc Boronat was a Catalan independentist who was known for having collaborated in founding the Blind People’s Union of Catalonia (in Catalan, Sindicat de Cecs de Catalunya). This was the first union of blind people in our country and it had a great impact in the living conditions of blind people.

He was working in the Barcelona City Hall when a group of blind people approached him with the proposal to create the union. He immediately helped them create it with the resources needed, and the union also received support from Lluís Companys (president of Catalonia) and Carles Pi Sunyer (mayor of Barcelona). Up to that point, the immense majority of blind people lived in extreme poverty and made a living begging for charity. Roc Boronat had the idea of creating “el cupó del cec” (the blind’s coupon), so that it would be blind people who would be in charge of selling lottery. Thanks to this, blind people could make a living for themselves and gain funds for the union.

[ID: a “blind people’s coupon”. It’s a small paper printed in black and orange and in the Catalan language. It has the lottery number 074 written in numbers and letters, a Catalan shield with a torch, it says “10 cents”, “Blind People’s Union of Catalonia”, “October 9th 1936″, and the phone number and street address of the union in Passatge de la Pau 7, Barcelona.]

The union used this money to organize lessons and workshops for blind people, so that they could learn a variety of trades, and created a library.

[ID: black and white photo of a group of people in a room, some of them wearing sunglasses, sitting at desks and typing on a typewriter. A woman, probably a teacher, is the only one standing up. She’s standing next to one of the men and looking over his shoulders, as if helping him or instructing him.]

[ID: a group of 8 people sitting in an approximate circle weaving baskets. They’re wearing the characteristic overall of 1930s Catalan workers, except for one wearing a shirt.]

Roc Boronat was also involved in other progressive politics, most involved in the movement for Catalonia’s independence, as he was a member the pro-independence party Estat Català and was one of the founders of Esquerra Republicana de Catalunya, the anti-monarchy leftist party of Catalonia. He was first arrested in 1926 for having collaborated in the Prats de Molló Plot, an attempt of militarily freeing Catalonia from Spanish occupation by “invading” Catalonia to proclaim the Catalan Republic. Later, in 1934, the Spanish police arrested him again “for having prepared the food for the forces of Estat Català” in the October Events, an insurrection from the progressive government of Catalonia which tried to declare independence from Spain to avoid obeying the conservative Spanish government’s oppressive laws. For this, Roc Boronat was sentenced to prison for “assistance to rebellion”.

In 1936, the fascists did a coup d’etat to gain power in Spain, but failed in the areas were workers were more organized and resisted, such as Catalonia. In the resisting antifascist areas, there was an amnesty for political prisoners, so Roc Boronat could leave prison and go back to working for better living conditions of working people.

In 1939, the war ended with the victory of the fascists, and a fascist dictatorship was established which would last until the dictator Franco’s death in 1975. The persecution of Catalan culture and language, leftism, trade unions, and all progressive social causes was brutal.

In 1938, a fascist and Nazi-sympathizer called Ramón Serrano Suñer who lived in the area already under fascist control, copied the idea and founded ONCE (which stands for the Spanish “National Organization of Spanish Blind People”). When the fascists took over Catalonia, they immediately illegalized the Blind People’s Union of Catalonia and gave all its assets to ONCE.

ONCE became a very important organization in Spain, in big part thanks to the fact that it’s them who run the lottery. Despite its origins, ONCE does a great work and is nowadays is considered the world leading organization for blind people in both giving service to blind people and creating jobs for them.

If you visit Catalonia or Spain, you will see outside supermarkets or in little cabins that it is still blind and visually-impaired people who sell the lottery.

[ID: two photos of lottery sellers. They wear a green vest with lottery tickets hanging from them. In the first photo, he is sitting next to an open portable desk which holds all the different types of lottery tickets. In the second photo, the seller is standing next to a glass cabin that serves as his little shop. The cabin has the words “ONCE” on each side and the organization’s logo, a stick figure with a guidance stick.]

Sources: BTV, El Nacional.

#història #sindicat de cecs de catalunya #roc boronat #catalunya #history #catalonia #blind #blindness #once #1930s #accessibility #disability #disabled rights #visually impaired #low vision #guerra civil #revolutionary catalonia #spanish civil war #antifascism #independence

[bridgyrose]

Rhodes is alive and a teacher at Beacon.

(Had to twist a few things for this one to work)

Rhodes finished writing out his lesson plan on the chalkboard, leaning on his cane as he turned around and looked over his students, pausing as he took count of each one. “Welcome to Civilian rescue 101. Today, we’ll be focusing on rescuing civilians from grimm and reducing collateral damage from grimm attacks. As you’re all probably aware, the first rule is to bring the grimm away from civilians. But if you cant do that-” 

“And what about the non-grimm threats?” asked an amber-eyed girl. “Surely there are threats that arent grimm related.” 

Rhodes paused for a moment as he looked at the girl, trying to place where he knew her from. “There are, but aside from rogue huntsmen and bandits, we dont normally deal with other threats. That’s what law enforcement is for.” 

“And when the law isnt on their side?” 

“Our hands are tied.” 

“But that’s not fair!” 

Rhodes winced as he heard the girl slam her hands on the table in front of him, taking a glance at the roster in front of him. “Not everything is fair, Cinder. Huntsmen dont make the rules, they follow them. Even when we dont want to.” 

“So we’re just to condemn people to their fates?” Cinder asked, half growling as a little smoke left her mouth. “Just leave them like you did me?” 

Hushed whispers filled the room as Rhodes looked over Cinder, finally recognizing her as the girl from the hotel in Atlas. His hand reached for his hip, fingers gently stroking the pommel of his sword. “I dont believe we’ve met. Whatever it is you went through, I’m sorry, but it would’ve been beyond any huntsman to break the law to help a civilian. Now sit down or I will send you to the Headmaster’s office for disrupting class.” 

Cinder sat back down, keeping her eyes on Rhodes. 

Rhodes sighed and turned back to the chalkboard, writing on it again. “There are rules that huntsmen try to follow. We’re here for the threats that law enforcement and militias cant deal with. Grimm. Rogue huntsmen. Bandits. Thieves. Others who have unlocked their aura and use that as an excuse to hurt others. We dont enforce the laws, we follow them. If a law is unjust, its up to the councils to advise that those laws be reformed. Otherwise, we go unchecked if we enforce the laws and enforce the punishments that go with them.” 

The bell rang as Rhodes finished his sentence, dismissing the students as they stood up to make their way to their next class. He slowly took the eraser and started to erase what he had written on the board, keeping Cinder in view in the corner of his eye. “And Cinder, please no more outbursts like that.” 

Cinder frowned at him. “Outbursts about what? Leaving me at that hotel to be abused? You were supposed to help me train to be a huntress!” 

“And I did.” Rhodes turned around, looking over Cinder. “But my hands were tied-” 

“You could’ve taken me away from them!” 

Rhodes froze as his eyes locked onto the scar around Cinder’s neck, mostly healed but very visible from the damage the shock collar had caused. “I… I didnt know-” 

“Of course you didnt know!” Cinder moved her collar to hide the scarring, tears welling up in her eyes. “No one did. Or cared. But then you left for weeks and that woman’s daughters found the swords you gave me. She used that collar until it broke, the lightning dust embedding itself into me as it shattered. And you werent there to save me!” 

Rhodes stumbled a bit as he moved his cane with a step back, remembering that night he came back to Atlas. The hotel had been engulfed in flames, various huntsmen had been called to help put out the flames that threatened to spread to the nearby buildings. As far as he had been told, no one had survived the initial blaze, that fire dust had been used to start the flames. “When I came back, the hotel was gone and I was told that everyone that had been inside was dead.” 

Cinder removed a glove from her left hand, showing her scarred skin. “I survived, but was burned. Not that you cared.” 

“Cinder-” 

“I dont want to hear it.” Cinder slipped the glove back onto her hand and started to walk off. “You showed me exactly what it means to be a huntsman.” 

Rhodes sighed as he watched Cinder disappear into the crowd of students as his next class started to file in. It was like seeing a ghost from his past, the kid who was eager to train from him. But seeing her now hurt his heart, knowing he could never make up for it. 

#rwby #cinder fall #rhodes #rwby rhodes #drabbles #professor rhodes au #professor rhodes

[valkyrie-night-103]

Hey! Since time travel fuckery was abandoned I shall use both my ask and my break at the charity shop to ask about the reverse parent trap!

Hope you're having a great day :) <3

You spoil me! Love you <3

Wrote this at 3am a while ago and then had to rework it to make it coherent, so apologies if this makes as much sense to you as it does to my irl wrestling-fan-in-law boyfriend who sent this lovely ask!

Only content warnings that come to mind are Mild injury and bullying, but this is a pretty mellow Single Parent AU

When Jon Moxley is picking up his adopted/foster son from school for the first time, he feels terribly out of place. He’s already getting some judgmental stares from some of the soccer moms, and this does not improve when Yuta meets him in the parking lot, sporting a fresh bruise on his cheekbone, near his right eye.

It comes out on the drive home that he got beat up by a group of kids at school. Though Mox would happily fight a child that messed with his kid, he doesn’t feel like going to jail. So, he takes this as an opportunity to enrol Yuta in martial arts classes to give them something to bond over in the form of combat sports.

He does not expect the instructor to be his high school ex-boyfriend, Bryan Danielson. But he rolls with it, because that’s what he does. Besides, Yuta is a natural, and more importantly he’s having fun.

Over the next few weeks, the bullying persists, and he knows something has to be done after Yuta comes home with a busted lip and the sour attitude of somebody who got caught by surprise. Mox just wants to talk, he swears. It is Friday and after hours, so he’ll have to wait.

He doesn’t have to wait long, as it’s only 10am on Monday when he gets the call that Yuta has been in a fight and he needs to come in to discuss it or some shit.

He’s the first parent to arrive, and Yuta gives him the rundown right away. The kid, Danny, he calls him, was talking shit about their gym teacher, and so Yuta punched him. He says so with a shrug.

That explains the message from Eddie about the younger generation being feral and cursing the mountains of paperwork that a fight creates. Of course it was his kid that decked someone in his best friend’s lesson. Eddie will probably never let him forget it, he can almost hear him chuckling about it now.

Ya really know how to pick ‘em, eh Mox?

He tells Yuta to wait outside, and takes a seat. He does not expect the door to open, and Bryan Danielson to walk in. It seems the universe has it out for him, as the main offender in the group of boys bullying his son is none other than Bryan’s own son, Daniel Garcia. It quickly becomes apparent that the universe is not done, as the coach for the high school amateur wrestling team the year he competed walks in and sits at the desk, looking amused.

(Contrary to popular belief, Mox definitely did *not* have any weird sexual tension with William Regal. Okay, fine, maybe, but Regal started it. Sort of.)

After some accusations are thrown in either direction, accompanied by eye rolls, obscene hand gestures and a varied selection of curse words, Regal gets sick of the bickering that was childish even when they were still teenagers, some 20 years ago. When he raises his voice, Mox and Bryan cease their nonsense, and they actually have a productive conversation.

It quickly becomes clear that Danny is pulling Yuta’s metaphorical pigtails because he wants to be friends but doesn’t know how to show it. Bryan swears it’s just a phase and he’ll grow out of it, but Mox isn’t so sure, at least at first.

The more they talk about the kids, the more Mox and Bryan realise how alike they are. And so, for the sake of their sanity- and their son’s school places- they scheme to get their kids to be friends.

They did not plan to fall in love in the process.

#moxbry #aew #all elite wrestling #blackpool combat club #wheeler yuta my sunshine boy #wheeler yuta #jon moxley #bryan danielson #daniel garcia #danny garcia #william regal #wrestling #aew fic #aew fic ask #fic ask game #aew ask game

[alldni]

Blaire White is the next Alex Jones-

She's being sued for defamation.

Trans woman Eli Erlick is the one sueing along with a trans lawyer, Remy Green.

Please watch the YouTube video to boost them in the algorithm and donate to the legal team's GoFundMe!!

From her Gofundme:

My name’s Eli. I’m a writer, activist, and graduate student. I’m also a trans woman and the subject of one of Blaire White’s newest videos. If you’re here, you probably already know who Blaire is: a notorious trans YouTuber that promotes far-right conspiracy theories and chronically defames trans people. Her videos have caused immense harm to our communities and this fundraiser aims to push back against the damaging anti-LGBTQ+ narratives she peddles.

We want Blaire White to be the next Alex Jones.

Blaire has made a huge profit from her series of video attacks on trans people, parents, and children. Yes, actual children. The more outrageous they are, the more she stands to earn. In August, she created a video denouncing me by implying I’m a pedophile, drug trafficker, and child groomer. At the core was the central claim that I harassed a former partner to suicide. Not only is the individual still alive but Blaire knew her statements were false. She hasn’t apologized yet, even after knowing she lied on camera.

I’ve received countless harassing comments, misgendering messages, and death threats since she made her video. While being subject to this video that has nearly half a million views might be terrifying, I also see it as an opportunity: a rare chance to stop her from harming even more people. Her statements were made with “actual malice”: the necessary legal component of defamation of public figures. This means we have the grounds to create a legal case.

Blaire’s videos have incited mass harassment campaigns against vulnerable people all around the country, myself included. But, this isn’t just about Blaire and this isn’t just about me. Far-right commentators like Blaire feel that they’re free to lie and defame queer and trans people without any repercussions. Trans teachers are being fired from jobs, trans teens are losing healthcare, and trans parents are threatened with having their children taken away because of these lies.

In the past, Blaire has publicly acknowledged that she’s defamed trans individuals like Janae Marie Kroc and Riley J Dennis. However, none of us have tried to take her to court before.

That’s where you come in.

This case is being handled by Remy Green of Cohen & Green. Remy has won against Blaire in court before and is confident she can do it again. The initial court costs will likely be around $60000. I’m in school, and I can’t afford this on my own. But, with community support, and the millions of people who would like to see this form of digital hate speech challenged, we can make this possible.

I’m a strong believer that courts aren’t always the best place to fix injustices. Courts chronically fail marginalized communities, and the odds have historically been stacked against us. However, Blaire White is beyond restorative justice practices. This is a clear-cut case and Blaire is already weaponizing these same systems. She attempted to have the DEA arrest me and has called the police on numerous activists before as content for her videos. We’re here to say, this can’t happen anymore.

Finally, I want to be as transparent as possible about costs. All funds are going directly to Cohen & Green law. If they receive more funds, they can even strengthen our case with additional evidence collection. I’m not doing this for money: I’m doing this for the message. If we have any funds after the case, they’ll either be used in similar litigation or donated to organizations like the Marsha P Johnson Institute, Trans Justice Funding Project, and The Okra Project.

You can message us directly if you have any additional questions about the case.

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[carewyncromwell]

Jae 🤝 Carewyn

Requested by @sakura-soldier

If there were two people in Hogwarts’s ‘90 class that by all logic shouldn’t have gotten on, it was the Gryffindor courier of “uncommon collectibles,” Jae Kim, and the Cursebreaking Slytherin paragon Prefect, Carewyn Cromwell. And yet somehow, someway, these two seventh years chatted amiably in the Hogwarts kitchen over several batches of cookies. 

“Thanks again for the cover, Carewyn,” Jae muttered under his breath with a wry smile. “Couldn’t exactly get away with baking my dad’s favorite ginger cookies in Pitts’ kitchen by myself.”

“No problem,” said Carewyn. “But honestly, would it really be that bad if Pitts or anyone else found out you love cooking? I know you don’t want Pitts to force you to help cook everyone’s meals and all, but we have less than a year left.”

Jae laughed. “I know! And since I’ll undoubtedly do something that’ll land me in detention until I graduate, I don’t want my last few months in this place to involve me playing sous-chef to Pitts.”

Carewyn shook her head with a smile as she finished mixing in the flour for her and her mother’s traditional chocolate chip cookies. Once she’d put down the bowl, Jae peeked over the sizzling pot he was working with at Carewyn’s incomplete dough. 

“Have you tried adding powdered milk?” he asked. 

Carewyn blinked. “Powdered milk?”

“Yeah -- a tablespoon or two of that stuff can make for really chewy cookies. Or if you like them better crispy, just add more white sugar than brown.”

Carewyn grinned. “You sound like Penny talking about Potions.”

“Well, Potions isn’t too unlike cooking, really,” Jae said amiably. He then pointedly lowered his voice so that the elves couldn’t hear. “You even have two long-nosed, bad-tempered pains-in-the-arse lurking over your shoulder when you work, in both cases.”

With a soft giggle, Carewyn moved over to one of the house elves close by.

“Excuse me -- is there any powdered milk in the kitchen?” she asked. 

The little elf gave a nod. “Yes, there is, Carewyn Cromwell. Would you like me to bring it to you?”

“That’s all right,” Carewyn said very politely. “I can go get it myself. Where is it kept?”

“In the cupboard.”

“Second shelf, far right corner,” Jae called over.

Nodding gratefully to the elf, Carewyn swept over to the cupboard, using Jae’s instructions to locate the powdered milk. Then she walked it back over to her station and portioned out a tablespoon into her dough. 

“So who are those cookies for anyhow?” asked Jae. “Your mum and brother?”

“No -- we’ll bake plenty of cookies together, once I get home. Jacob’s been looking forward to it for months now,” she added with a slight, fond smile. “...I thought I’d portion these out in little bags for some people -- certain friends, maybe a teacher or two...”

“Like Flitwick?” Jae teased cheekily. “You suck-up.”

“Well, Flitwick’s always been a very good teacher,” Carewyn said coolly. “Besides, I should have something to give him, if I’m going to ask him about Undetectable Extension Charms.”

Jae’s lips curled up in a broad white grin. “Undetectable Extension Charm? That sounds like something I’d find handy. What do you want it for?”

“Storage, of course,” sniffed Carewyn. “Any flat I’d be able to afford in the next few years is probably going to be the size of a postage stamp, I’ll need some way to store all my clothes.”

“You know those Charms are highly regulated,” said Jae. “Don’t wanna get in trouble with your future bosses at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement...”

“What’s regulated is the use of Portable Extension Charms for private use, rather than for the production of objects,” Carewyn said with a wry smile of her own. “What I intend is to produce a wardrobe that people can securely store a lot of stuff in, while only having a concentrated amount of space. No one could complain if I only ended making one prototype of the product...especially if I gave it to my brother while he’s still looking for a permanent place to live, to hold his belongings in. If Jacob were then to, say, give that wardrobe back to me a year or so later because he no longer needs it, then I’ll just have to use it responsibly.”

Jae’s black eyes glinted as he smirked. “Nice.”

Once Carewyn had finished mixing in the chocolate chips, she started scooping out balls of dough onto a baking sheet and sliding it into the oven to bake. Jae, meanwhile, gently tossed the folded cookies he’d made in the boiling syrup he had at the stove.

“Don’t suppose you could get away with ‘producing’ something similar -- perhaps a briefcase, to help securely store one’s copious amounts of paperwork? -- and then generously bestow it to me as a graduation gift, after it doesn’t turn out the way you intended?” he asked mischievously. 

“Not unless I wanted to raise a few eyebrows at the office for pulling the same trick twice,” said Carewyn dryly. She then smirked. “But you could always ask Ben if he’d help you cast one yourself.”

Jae’s face burst into an even bigger, brighter white smirk. “Cheers.”

Friendship Drabble Prompt! 

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #friendship drabbles #jae kim #carewyn cromwell #jacob cromwell #lane cromwell #pitts #severus snape #ben copper #filius flitwick #my writing

[the-type-a]

Ok but me being a past straight A, stuck up, perfectionist child who prioritized my grades over my health I can DEFINITELY relate to Courtney, ANYWAYS,

•Courtney’s the type to be so focused on completing something she neglects her hygiene and Duncan’s all like “get tf up and wash your ASS” and she just retorts “you first.” 💀

•people say she sticks to a strict diet which I believe is BULLSHIT, she definitely lives off ramen, sandwiches, chips, coffee & juice because they’re so quick to prepare and she doesn’t have time to cook an entire meal, the whole scheduled eating schedule is for show OR she does have that but can’t stick to it for long lol

•She’s a night owl AND an early bird, her sleep schedule is so out of wack that sometimes she can get like 2 hours of sleep and be fine because she’s so used to it, but sometimes it does get to her, so that’s when she’s always sleepy lol

•She definitely has anxiety, people headcanon that she has perfect nails/hands which I call BS, I believe she definitely chews on her nails as a bad habit or picks at them, she works so much using her hands that the nail polish never lasts long & she played instruments I mean c’mon now 🧐 her hands make her both proud and extremely insecure.

•She knows so many useless facts and spews them randomly at times, it’s to the point where people are like “how tf do you know that 💀”

•The only time she rebelled as a child was when she would use a flashlight and read books past her bedtime.

•Once she finishes all her tasks she’s set out to do for herself, she spends an entire day giving herself a full spa and self care day & she regulates her eating habits lol

•when I was a kid, I got in trouble for volunteering to be a hall monitor for the 4th time one week and my teacher got mad at me and gave me detention because I didn’t wanna go play outside with the other kids, I can definitely see that happening to Courtney…

Yo I CRIED & it was the first time I got detention, I never understood why she got so mad and that shit confuses me to this day.. fuk her tbh lmao

I think Courtney would have a planner filled with how and when things need to be done.

Now the reality of it is so much different. She’d probably think she can wake up, shower, eat, and get into her studies. Then be completely blindsided by the amount of work it takes to complete one thing, so it just consumes her.

Courtney having time to cook herself a proper meal? Maybe after law school 💀 I just toured a campus and let me tell you, everyone in that library had STACKS of SNACKS next to them. You could tell finals were coming up.

Sleep? Courtney does not recognize that word anymore. 💀

Idk if any other Latinos relate to this, but, growing up my abuela always said people who chew their nails are dumb. So from a young age I stopped biting them and trying to rip them off. Idk I think Courtney’s abuela would do the same, or say little comments about her mannerisms whenever she’s nervous/stressed. So instead of doing those things she just starts drinking coffee.

Coffee 🤝🏼 Courtney = needing therapy.

#td courtney #total drama courtney

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Fwd: Mount Herzl, Yaak cooks, a movie about a different way of education, a family from Kfar Aza in tears. rabbis and soldiers 30.12.2023

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It hits you in the guts every time you go past Mount Herzl and see the car park packed and also the parking at the  hill itself. Private cars, buses and the ambulance. Day or night. The last months. And our prime minister? Sits safely with his two ..... I wish I had a word for them and his blonde bitch.ut oje 

I have invited Irit and Yaakov to go with me to a concert of which the proceeds will go to the evacuated families of the various kibbutzim.  Irit told us Yaakov went to buy a new pot in which to cook and he took it because  In addition to koshering, many new dishes and utensils require immersion in a Mikvah before being used. I was surprised as they are not that religious but he is cooking for families who are. He also checked if there are vegetarians, etc. or people who are sensitive to various additions. A pity the government is not as giving as the people. When his butcher heard why he was buying such a large amount of meat he told him there was no charge and the same with the man from whom he buys the herbs and Gindi gave one time boxes, etc.  Don't.  know why this came out in blue

An amazing movie I saw was Radical about a teacher who comes to a tiny town in Mexico and applied an experimental teaching method which he saw online from Su gata Mitra, an Indian professor. The students had been  amongst the worst in Mexico. One of  his students was Paloma Noyola Bueno...her father scavenged scrap metal for a living. Check this out. The teacher knew she had potential but only realised it when her father wanted her to leave school as  he said that she must realise she had no chance in life and came out to bring the teacher a telescope which he thought she had taken from the school and she had made it herself. Go on , read it, it will give you a break from my usual letter. 

https://latintrends.com/is-paloma-noyola-bueno-the-next-steve-jobs/ No wonder Israeli Arabs are so careful of what they say nowadays but not only they.....read underneath the PDF why a Jewish teacher is being suspended. She is lucky she was not called in by the police and taken to the police station, blindfolded and handcuffed. 

There is a gigantic cover up for the soldiers who shot and killed three kidnapped victims who had escaped.......the army states man should turn red as he explains how this sort of thing  can happen......even when the battalion commander shouts at the soldiers not to fire! All the spokesmen forget the basic law which is often more honoured by being ignored....that you do not shoot an unarmed soldier....and we also know that this happened in the 1948 war. We criticize when this happens in other wars and nations but we are evidently given a dispensation to do as we wish. First the Arabs, now the kidnapped and the next in line will probably be one of the demonstrators......and...there too it will be easy to find the excuses.

How an Israeli airstrike on a Hamas commander also killed scores of civilians - The Wall Street Journal.  My cousins sent it to me and it makes horrible reading. But so does and unlike those who try to deny this took place, many of the incidents were seen by those hidingWhat did the newsreport of the way women were raped and burnt alie? I do not want to send the report as it is just too awful. Soldiers are being killed every day. We read of the death too in Gaza. Friends write to me about Dresden and Hirsoshima. You are to remain humane. But all of this comes back to Netanyahu and our own hubris that terrible day. And no end in sight. One day there is going to be a debate about the hostages. The next day they are at the end of the list and I have put in a PDF about Gaza so that you can know the depths of hell the other side is going through. 

Yesterday a four rday march ‘Everyone! Now!’: Kfar Aza teens march to Jerusalem, calling for hostage deal....they were given little publicity and the post in Times of Israel did not do justice when they wrote of a "group" 

 I had difficulty getting through the crowd so that I could see but people are very helpful. I found myself next to a woman with three small children who asked me to move slightly so that the children could see their mother on the stage. I asked where  they were from ...Kfar Aza. At first they were composed but then the littlest one started crying and they all did and were crouched on the ground holding one another and I stood there with my two sticks crying with them. Amazing that after what had happened to them they were able to host such an event. All along youth groups joined  them. How can we have such an autistic government? 

We hear that many of the ultra orthodox have now been trying to join the army. Well read this about what their rabbis call our soldiers....garbage. No Israeli soldier is ...... What I would like to know is how many of our fascist leaders in the government have children and close family members in the war. 

So yesterday I saw Elaine and family and in the evening went to Chana Stein and family which was a pleasant break. 

#Fwd: Mount Herzl #Yaak cooks #a movie about a different way of education #a family from Kfar Aza in tears. rabbis and soldiers 30.12.2023

[lindajenni]

nov 27

the law of Christ

"bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ." gal 6:2

"therefore strengthen the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be dislocated, but rather be healed." heb 12:12-13

when i awoke this morning, my awareness was it was a sunday. my thoughts then went to the only tangible pastors now in my life. they are a precious husband and wife team, pastoring and serving where they may. i was introduced to them through hospice at a time when i probably was not the most receptive or appreciative. they, along with my online fellowship have help sustained me in a difficult period. of course, Jesus always first.

further confirmation this was my topic came to me after my prayer time finished and i opened the scriptures. where was my book marker placed? "let him who is taught the word share in all good things with him who teaches." gal 6:6 next to it i had written, "tell owen." owen happened to be my pastor at that time, years ago. so God didn't have to hit me on the head with a ton of bricks.

yesterday many gathered together in various places of worship and were blessed with fellowship and sharing the word of God. as they gathered, i wonder how many even gave a passing thought to those active in the ministry; the preacher, the elders, the ushers, the child care, etc. too often we take things for granted and just assume it is their job. it may well be a job but it is a calling as well. the fortunate are blessed with a little recompense, but most are not.

as i woke up sunday morning, the Lord had my heart turn to pastors and their calling. often we put them on pedestals they neither seek nor desire. then, if they happen to fall, the world mocks again that precious name. that has happened way more often than it should. so should we condemn as well? my bible tells me, "brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted." gal 6:1 if we are to fulfill the law of Christ, we must bear another's burden. we must travail as though it were our own sin needing repentance.

but who or what contributed to their fall? did we as parishioners play a part? they are, after all, only flesh and blood as with us all. but pastors, in particular. carry not only their own burden, but many others as well. we attend hoping to have our faith built up and be spoon fed the word of God. and if we stand in a prayer line, how many are praying for that pastor and his family? it makes me think of PK's (preacher's kids), their difficulties and the wives's who carry a heavier load because of another's calling, i.e. ministry. i remember how billy graham always used to praise his wife as holding down the fort while he went abroad ministering the word. we all play a part; many unheralded.

even visiting evangelists often go unappreciated. i remember once receiving a hearty group scolding from one who had traveled to many places at their own expense, being rewarded only with a dribbling of an offering and probably little appreciation or encouragement. they had just reached their breaking point and perhaps were close to losing their ministry.

"and He Himself gave some to be apostles, some prophets, some evangelists, and some pastors and teachers." eph 4:11 this scripture teaches us that God has established a five fold ministry. God has called and established each one as He chooses. we do not take this calling upon ourselves. otherwise it would be in vain. one might not be comfortable preaching to masses but their calling might be on a keyboard with strokes in solitude. God has prepared each vessel for His purpose.

while i intend these dailies to encourage and lift up Jesus alone, i realize many reading may consider this a teaching of sorts. i think on that often and it makes me shudder because of this scripture. "my brethren, let not many of you become teachers, knowing that we shall receive a stricter judgment." james 3:1 believe me when i say my sins would not be covered if the blood of Jesus were diluted in the least. but like the apostle paul, necessity is laid on me. he says: "for if i preach the gospel, i have nothing to boast of, for necessity is laid upon me; yes, woe is me if i do not preach the gospel!" 1 cor 9:16

and so, "we urge you, brethren, to recognize those who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord and admonish you, and to esteem them very highly in love for their work’s sake. be at peace among yourselves." 21 thes 5:12 these are chosen vessel to help guide you through the walk of faith. i know we all have different personalities and may have to shop around until we find the right fit, but once that is decided, suffer no offense of flesh short of corrupt doctrine. flesh may scream but it also must die.

all are not be "called" into ministry, but we all are ministers of God's grace. "as each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God." 1 pet 4:10 yes, we are indeed our brother's keeper. we all are ambassadors for Christ. i have a long time prayer - may the Lord never be ashamed to be called my God.

friends, i've never asked you before to forward a daily to anyone else, but i am asking you to forward this one to as many as God brings to mind. none of us know the secret labors of another, and our leaders are not exempt. prayer is preeminent but "a word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver." prov 25:11

how shall they know unless they be told? tell a minister today that you appreciate them, are praying for them, and let it be more than a gesture. let us truly care for those who care for us.

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

253 of 2023

Personal Your first and middle name?

Joeri Stijn, so very Dutch.

Your next birthday is how long away?

Two months.

Your current age?

32.

What's your sign?

Taurus, but I don’t care about such things.

Where were you born?

Oostende, Belgium. This is not my hometown, though.

Where do you currently live?

Bruges, Belgium.

How long have you lived in the area you currently reside?

Five years.

Do you have a religious background?

I come from a mixed religion family, Catholic dad and Protestant mum. I consider myself agnostic, though.

Are you currently seeing anyone?

Seeing? What does it mean?

Are you Gay, Straight, or Bi Sexual?

Gay, but asexual.

Do you currently have any children?

No. What’s “currently” anyway? You make babies and then get rid of them?

What do you do for a living?

I’m an electrician in some French rail-making company. (Yes, this one.)

Do you have any pets?

Yeah, two cats.

Do you currently live with your parents?

You crazy? I’m in my 30s, ffs. I live with my husband.

Firsts How old where you when you had your first kiss?

22. I wasn’t much interested.

Who was your first kiss?

My first ex.

First time you flew on plane where did you go?

I’ve never been on a plane. Never will, most likely.

Who was your First grade teacher?

Mrs. W. I still remember her, but she’s deceased now.

First time you skipped school what did you do?

Who remembers that? Probably went to the beach with my friends. Then the school called our parents. Then we got punished. Fun times indeed.

First person you go to when you are in trouble?

My husband.

Who was your first crush?

In all seriousness, probably Nielsje. Unless my *celebrity crush* counts, 17 years and counting. :P

How old were you when you had sex the first time?

24. Never been interested either.

When did you first realize you were interested in the same/opposite sex?

About 15 or so.

Who was your first serious relationship?

Nielsje.

What was your first ever pet?

I had two: a dog named Brutus and a cat named Agatha.

What’s your first choice for a college?

Man, it was years ago. Not gonna share the name, though.

What the first CD you ever owned?

Who remembers that.

What was the first concert you went to?

No.

If… (you must make a choice or anwser) If you got the chance to talk to one political leader which one would you pick?

I wanted to say our king, but is he really political?

If you had to wear one colour forever what colour would you choose?

Black.

If you had to pick one song to describe your whole life what would it be?

Lange Frans & Baas B - Ik Wacht Al Zo Lang.

If you had to live the rest of your life without one person who would it be?

Bianca lol. Everyone would say that.

If you could go back to any one day in life what would it be?

The day we went to Amsterdam. Lots of fun and weed everywhere.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out?

Probably my mum, but we’re good now.

If you had to be stuck in a house with 1 person forever who would you pick?

My husband.

If you could go out and buy anything right now what would you get?

Nothing’s open at that time of a day.

What’s worse? If you had to shave your head or never shave again?

Never shave again, because my facial hair is stupid.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done?

Another cartillage in one of my ears.

If you had to change one thing in the past what would it be?

That brain incident.

If you had to marry your spouse today or never see them again would you?

Fail, we’re married already.

If you could change one law what would it be?

I don’t habe brains for that.

If you had to erase one memory what would you pick?

Sexual abuse.

Numbers Name your 5 favorite colors?

Five? You crazy?

Who are/were your favourite 3 celebs of all time?

I only have one, this Dutch rapper.

Who is the #1 person/ thing in your life?

My husband.

What are 2 things you wish you never did?

Jeez, what a question.

What are 3 things you want to accomplish in the next 5 years?

Get the full mobility of my hand, my medication to be perfectly adjusted, come back to uni.

Where were you on New Years 2000?

Probably at home. I was 10 then.

Name 3 people who have really influenced your life?

Can’t find 3. I’m an oddball out there, I don’t follow anyone.

What are the last 2 books you read?

I’ve been reading one book for long time.

What are 3 movies you could watch over and over again?

I don’t watch movies.

5 cities in the US you want to see before you die?

I’ve only ever wanted to visit New York.

Do/Did you have 1 parent or 2?

Two.

1 to 100 what is your favourite number?

16.

What 3 Countries would you love to see?

Finland, Sweden and Spain.

What are 4 things you cannot live without?

My camera, my husband, my cats, travels.

This Or That? Gay for a day or never able to orgasm again?

Gay for a day? Man, I was gay for my whole life.

1 year of love and that’s it or a lifetime of loneliness?

Either way.

Would you rather have TV or Radio for the rest of your life?

I’m gonna choose TV anyway.

Having a baby now or never being able to have one?

Never being able to have one, that would be a blessing.

Would you rather go blind or deaf?

Stupid question.

Do you want a son or daughter?

Neither.

A relationship with someone with good looks or good personality?

Personality. A person with beautiful personality is always beautiful.

Who do you like better Adam Levine or Avril Lavigne?

Who the hell is Adam Levine?

Would you rather drive a Ford or Chevy?

Whatever, as long as it drives.

What’s worse physical abuse or verbal abuse?

Both are awful, wtf.

What scares you more a Hurricane or a Tornado?

We don’t have tornadoes here.

Would you rather have 3 personal wishes or world peace?

World peace.

Colors What where/is your High school colors?

We don’t do that in Europe.

Last thing that you held in your hand that was Green?

A highlighter.

What is the nearest object that you can find that is Yellow?

Post-It cards.

What colour are your toe nails?

Normal colour? lol.

What were your favourite colours when you were a kid?

Blue.

What was the colour of the last car you were in?

Black.

Is the grass in your yard green or brown?

We don’t even have a yard.

What’s something that you own that is purple?

A highlighter, lol.

Did you eat the different coloured ketchups when they came out?

What? I’ve never seen anything like that.

Do you prefer brown eggs or white?

What’s the difference? An egg is an egg.

What colour do you consider the sun to be really?

White, all colours at once. It’s basic physics.

What colour are the moons in lucky charms?

Who cares?

What do you like better black leather or white lace?

No.

Last thing you touched that was silver?

Probably a fork.

Finishing up… What’s the last song you listened to?

Allt - Rupture.

What are you hungry for right now?

Nothing.

Last person to speak to you?

My husband.

What’s the last text you received in your phone say?

Jesus Christ, the most overrated question ever.

Last time the phone rang who was it?

I don’t remember, probably a scammer.

What are you doing when you finish this?

Going to my physiotherapist, or yet another one.

Would you ever see the Bloodhound Gang in concert?

I don’t go to concerts.

Would you ever consider joining the Military?

I did, but I’m not allowed.

Would you consider dating someone you met online?

No.

What are your final words?

Pff.

#survey #q&a survey #categorised survey

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2/13/2023 DAB Transcript

Exodus 35:10-36:38, Matthew 27:32-66, Psalm 34:1-10, Proverbs 9:7-8

Today is the 13th day of February, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian and it is wonderful to be coming to you from the rolling hills of the Galilee today. I don’t get to say that very often but the rolling hills of the Galilee are a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place. We've been able to see that and visit some of the lands in the north and we’ll be really walking in the footsteps of Jesus today but we’ll talk about all that in a little bit we have gathered here together around the Global Campfire to take the next step forward in the Scriptures, and that next step will lead us right where the previous step ended and so, we pick up the story in the book of Exodus today, and we will read chapter 35 verse 10 through 36 verse 38.

Commentary:

Okay, so, obviously in the book of Matthew, we have reached Jesus crucifixion and death. And in a few days, we will actually be in Jerusalem following these footsteps of Jesus last days. And this is the first time that we've encountered this story this year in the first gospel, the gospel of Matthew. And I am struck by the indifference of the chief priests, the leaders and the teachers of the law of Moses. Jesus had become a threat to the status quo, and it was a complicated situation and it’s easy enough to kind of go on the religious leader side of things and appreciate what they had to discern and the way that they had to balance things out but their indifference, their mockery. It's like they had had enough of Jesus and they just needed to get rid of him as quickly and efficiently as possible, as clearly as possible, making as big of a statement as possible that this guy is not the guy were looking for. And anyone was following him and needs to see where he ended up. And a very, very challenging piece of that is that God had come, they had been crying out and hoping for restoration and God had come and was in front of them and they couldn't see it and not only could they not see it, they determined that they needed to get rid of it. In other words, they need to get rid of Jesus. In other words, they needed to get rid of God is quickly as possible. And these are the religious leaders leading the people to God and in the ways of God. The irony is striking to me. And I'm not trying to oversimplify, there was a lot going on and it was a complicated situation, but once they…once they started getting called out by Jesus and the inner workings of certain things were being exposed and the people or listening in Jesus was gaining momentum and He wouldn't play ball, like He wouldn't get with the program. The program that was kind of keeping the peace for the Jewish people, He became a threat. And it's very, very easy for us who have hurt the story hundred or 200 or 500 times to just move to the end, Jesus rises from the death. The world is rescued everyone who believes in Him will have eternal life. It's a great story. If we can just linger here with Jesus, the Lord, hanging on a cross because he's affixed there with nails, that He's probably actually gasping for breath, while the chief priests and leaders of and the teachers of the law are there saying He saved others, but He can't save himself. If He's the king of Israel, He should come down from the cross, we’ll believe Him then. And of course, they would, if He came down from the cross. But He had been all over the countryside and everywhere He went, things were being put back together. People were being restored; hope was being restored. It's like what else…what else would He need to do? And if we could take this kind of blunt scene, it's a terrible scene, that Jesus is crucified on a cross, and blood is everywhere and pooling at the bottom of the cross and He can't breathe. And people are making fun of Him, and jeering at Him, and sneering at Him at this public execution. Like Jesus is broken in body, obviously He is broken, He is dying, and this is the lengths of humiliation and humility and servanthood, that the most high, the Almighty God, who incarnated Himself into human flesh and became one of us, and dwelt among us, this is the lengths God was willing to go to, utter humiliation, total defeat, it seemed, to rescue us. Like there's not a whole lot else we should meditate upon today. This is where the Scriptures have led us, and we should sit here and consider how many times we've missed God's movements in our lives and labeled them and mislabeled them, how easily we can miss God standing right in front of us as well. And the lengths that God has been willing to go to, to put us back together again.

Prayer:

And so, Jesus, what do we say? We could say thank you, we could say anything, we can say we lay our lives before you as a living sacrifice, we can say anything. How we live is actually what we’re saying that we believe about You, we invite Your Holy Spirit's to enter into that thought and allow us to consider because You demonstrated a total commitment to our rescue. It is beyond our comprehension, and it is beyond our capacity, and we stand in awe of it. We also realize that our level of loyalty has been less than that, considerably, and we ask for Your forgiveness. And as we meditate upon this seen today, we ask that Your Holy Spirit would awaken us, the joy of our salvation. We ask in Your name Jesus. Amen.

Announcements:

Okay so, here in the land of the Bible, we are certainly also contemplating the cross and we’ll walk in those footsteps days from now and contemplate it kind of firsthand, as we walk those steps. But we’re not there yet, we’re in the Galilee and spending some serene days walking in the footsteps of Jesus ministry. And also, just northern Israel. And so, northern Israel actually, was what we did yesterday. So, our first stop, the ruins of an ancient village called Chorazin, and this was a place Jesus ministered and a place that Jesus frequented, and a place that also Jesus said woe to you, woe to you Chorazin. And so, it's ruins, nobody lives there. And so, obviously, woe to them, but we were able walk around and view a place where Jesus was and get a little bit of an understanding and backdrop for the people around the Galilee, before moving further north, actually, all the way to the Lebanon border North, like as far as we can go north. To the ancient city of Dan, the tribe of Dan was there. It was a former, formally, a city formally known as Laish, the Dan-ites conquered it and changed the name to Dan. And so, we visited there. There is a lot of history there from the Canaanite era, all the way forward, and all the way forward into the divided monarchy, when Israel was the 10 tribes in the north and Judah were the tribes in the south, with two different kings and so we talk about King Jeroboam, the first King of the northern kingdom of Israel and his leading Israel into idolatry. Because there’s a pagan temple in Dan that Jeroboam had set up and he set another one up in Bethel, a twin to the one in Dan. So, we just talked about that and talked about owning a relationship with God and considering that. And it's a beautiful nature preserve as well. And so, really beautiful morning being able to get out into nature and walk and appreciate and learn and then open the Scriptures and consider. And then there at Dan as well, is an ancient Canaanite gate, one of the oldest, one of the two oldest Canaanite gates it Israel. And the one there and Dan dates all the way back to pre-Abraham times. In fact, it's very likely that Abraham went through that gate, Lot was captured and as…as the Bible tells us, Abraham went after his family, once they were captured and…and chased all the way as far as Dan. And so, we’re looking at the ancient Canaanite gates from the time of Abraham, and so, he probably went through there. So, that's pretty cool to stare at that that piece of archaeology and realize that goes all the way back to the beginning of the story, like it takes all the way back to Genesis again. And that's pretty, it's a pretty striking moment to realize that, and…and every time I go there, I marvel at it. And so, that was a wonderful morning and then we moved from there to the ancient city of Caesarea Philippi, which is also famous in the Scriptures and Jesus is also located there. This is where Jesus went with His disciples and asked who do people say that I am and…and they tell Him. And then He asked them, who do you say, who do you say that I am. And this is where Jesus said upon this rock, I will build my church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it. And so, we moved around that site for a while contemplating Jesus question, who do you say that I am. And then moved into lunch and had a really great lunch together, a place that we always go. It's it's…it's a wonderful lunch and it's the right time to eat and just kind of decompress from what we've seen. And then we moved from the lunch to Mount Bentall where we could see Mount Herman and she was covered in snow. And there was a ton of snow getting up to Mount Bentall like more snow than I've ever seen in Israel. There was snow upon the top of the mountain, we’ve had that before, we’ve been up there and there's been snow, this was the second time. There was a lot of snow this time and a lot of snow on Mount Herman, so we were up there on the Syrian border, literally looking across into Syria, looking at Mount Herman and we took some time to pray for our brothers and sisters, not only Syrian brothers and sisters who are being persecuted. But all of our brothers and sisters who do not have the freedoms that we just take for granted, especially in our worship, we just take for granted, so many of our brothers and sisters do not have these kinds of privileges. And so, rather than focusing inward, we focused outward and…and prayed for them and that's a moving thing, it’s a moving thing to do. And then, we spent some time up there, really pretty day. Got some coffee, enjoyed some time there and then moved down the mountain and back toward the Sea of Galilee, ending our day at Bethsaida, another place that we, you know, that the Bible locates Jesus feeding 4000, doing miraculous works, teaching, preaching, revealing the kingdom. A couple of the disciples of their hometown was Bethsaida. So, we went there and spent some time talking about it. And some of us and I just took the time to go for a walk. It's really a great way to land the day. It's so serene there, it's so beautiful there, it’s a place that I can feel Jesus. Like, I can picture, I can picture Him walking through the countryside there. And others of us kind of toured the site there's a lot of archaeology, a lot of really, really interesting biblical things about that place. So, that's kinda how we ended our day and Jill sang over us. We sang with her and went for a walk and enjoyed just some serenity as we ended the day before coming back to the hotel. A little bit earlier. Trying to pace ourselves, get a little bit of rest. And so, that's where we found ourselves, really, really beautiful day, having now gone north, south, east and west from Dan to Beersheba and we still have so much to go, but we have accomplished those goals. And so, today we’ll spend our time mostly centered around the Sea of Galilee and I look forward to telling you about it, after happens, after we do it. Thank you for your continued prayers over us everything is going quite well, and we are definitely enjoying our time, it's definitely an effort and definitely takes a lot of energy, but we are doing well and so thank you for your continued prayers.

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Prayer and Encouragements:

Good morning DAB family, I wanna go by GIA, which stands for God in Action. I’ll share a little bit of my testimony as well as ask for prayers. May of 2021, I wound up being admitted for observation, I laid there hemorrhaging for 21 hours and I was pregnant. They couldn’t find out what was going on. Bottom story short, I wound up losing the baby because of Anemia, loosing too much blood. Well, I had to get a D and C and his name was Matthew. I was 15 weeks pregnant. So, to fast forward time, I wound up relapsing, I was clean, I wound up relapsing on drugs. And in January 4th of 2022, my boyfriend at the time, had to call an ambulance for me, I was unresponsive. I knew, prior to that, I wasn’t feeling well, everybody was begging me to go to the hospital. I kept putting it off, cause of the drug use. Anyway, I wound up going to the hospital weighing 95 lbs soaking wet. I had a infection in my blood, they couldn’t figure out what it was. Now, today they know it was probably came from the D and C that they did or the pressure sore that I wound up creating because of the infection, it caused me to lose so much weight. They told my family I wasn’t gonna make it. I was on life support, the infection kept attacking all my major organs. I wound up having to get open heart surgery to try to pull me off the respirator three time. But by the grace of God, I made it. I’m here and I’m alive. Unfortunately, from it, one of the issues was the infection went to my eyes, so I am now 100% legally blind. I’ve been, I had to learn how to walk again and how to talk again. And how to feed myself and then adapt to being blind. God has brought me so far. I used to pray before therapy, every day, that He would just lead me. And my spirit has been so high. I’ve had my time; I’d say I’m usually at a high spirit for 95% of the time. But then, there’s that 5% and today was one of those days that I’m just really dwelling on my disability. But by the grace of God, I was wondering how, because prior to that, I was a believer in Christ, and I was that one out of one hundred sheep that went stray. And I’m, I’m grateful that He brought me back to Him and His grace and His mercy. But I’m asking just for, you know, there’s something that God wants to reveal to me in this time and that it be revealed. I don’t ask why anymore. So, just pray for my vision and that my, I know He’s gonna restore it but there’s something that He wants me to see first. And I just pray that everybody you know, don’t focus on the trip so much, that they forget about the destination. Which is heaven on earth. I love you guys and have a blessed day.

Hey DAB, it's your girl Val here in Vegas. I sure hope ya’ll ain’t done with me. Oh, I’ve just been feeling so many of my sisters and brothers on my spirit. I got to reach out. Erica in San Francisco, I love you, but the best part is our heavenly Father loves you even more sis. I lost my mother 12 years ago last month and my grandmother a week later, my mom is 62, my grandmother at 92. Honey, I share that to share that the loss of a mother is a pain that is unreal. God blessed me to be there with her when she took her last breath. There's nothing like that, being with the person that was there with you when you took your first breath. Oh, but sis you said it. You are her legacy honey and like your mama, God is my boyfriend, He my bunkey, He's my lover, my master, woo, He my everything. Jesus and Paul were single, so it’s good enough for me. Honey, I need you to know that your mother is proud of you, woo, she’s so proud of you Erica. Baby you grieve, you celebrate her birthday on February 9, mine is February 15 and I will be celebrating your mother on the ninth. You didn’t leave her name; I want to know that sweet woman’s name. She did it right when she raised you. Lord God, we come before You right now, Father, for Erica. God, right now put in her heart to rejoice always. Oh, heavenly Father, give her pain for the grief that she's feeling as a loss of her mother, God. Oh, heavenly Father, go and be with her. Wrap Your loving arms around her. Oh, Father, You are close to the broken heart. He's got you sis. In Jesus name. Now, you go, and you celebrate your mother. To die is gain, honey. You get to spend eternity….

Hey, my beautiful DABers, so good to connect with all you guys. Come from SoCal, this is Christ in Me and I just heard, I believe it was Winston. I’m sorry, Webster, Webster and he was just sharing about how he desires to have just like more faith and have that relationship with God to maybe, it not be so logical and just so systematic like that. And brother, I just wanted to encourage you in that bro, because I’ve spent many years in apologetics, and it was such a huge foundation to my faith. And I found that, you know, as you’re finding right now that that can't be like, all right, like having a logical faith and you know, there is reason behind our faith and so I totally get it. But man, bro, I just wanna pray that…that you would have an encounter with God and that He would come down right now and He would meet up with you so that, you would know that that not only is God real but that He is crazy about you every single day. That when He formed you, even before that you were gonna be here, that He formed you fearfully and wonderfully. Man, that He know that you were just gonna be so amazing and that, and that you would experience that personal intimacy and relationship, as He has with the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit right. So that they had that beautiful relationship and that now, that you would have that union with them. And so, Lord God, may this just come…come about in his life Lord, that he may have that fullness of joy in You and thank You Got, that You are faithful and that You will meet him God. In Jesus name. I love you brother; love you DAB family.

Hi, this is Michele from Boston, I’m calling for Webster who was saying that you feel like you lack faith. You’ve been asking for faith for 13 years and seeking and you don’t feel it. I want to suggest that maybe what you’re looking for, what you’re expecting to feel, maybe isn’t the way that God is manifesting faith in your life. When I heard your story, and I heard that you’ve been asking and praying for 13 years, to me, that sounds an awful lot like faith. Faith is not a feeling that we can manifest within ourselves. We don’t need to feel faith in order to have faith. We don’t need to feel saved in order to be saved. That’s a lie. And so, I just wanna encourage you to think that maybe, God is giving you faith and you just haven’t been looking in the places where He’s given it to you. So, Lord, I pray for Webster and for all of us, who, desperately want the feeling of faith. We are desperately wanting to feel in our hearts, that we are close to you, that we trust You completely and those of us who continue to ask and to ask and to ask, and I thank You for providing that faith. You promised that You will provide us faith. And there is nothing that we can do besides ask for it. So, Lord …

Good morning DAB family. It’s February the 8th. This is Sam from Alabama just catching up. I’ve been out of the country for the last couple weeks. But I was listening to, I believe it’s the January 25 podcast from Paul in Houston. I just want to encourage you brother. I too, was separated now divorced 8 1/2 years and estranged for my oldest daughter. And I just wanted to encourage you brother, keep praying into it. As the word says, God will redeem the years the locusts have eaten. And I promise you that's a promise, He promises us and God will never go back on His word. And, also, where I’ve been the last couple two weeks, I’ve been in South Sudan and out in the bush. Just with the brothers and sisters of the N____ and N___ and then the D___  and W__ T___ and the J___ brothers and V___ and just want a blessing it was. And again, John, every time I hear your voice, it takes me over to South Sudan. I just love the people and just love the country and it’s such a blessing. Also, Margo from Liberia or Australia, we took MAF Uganda, in and out of there and, also, MAF South Sudan. But there was a pilot there that I met, and I told him about you and your husband flying for MAF Liberia and I didn’t you’re your last name I just said Margo from Australia and Liberia. He knew exactly who you were. And his name is Andrew and I just think, what a small world. And blessed be the tie that binds. I love you DAB, be blessed and be a blessing.