Trying To Paint People Out To Be Lazy Or Whatever. Ridiculous.

I hope Prince Charles drops dead the day before his coronation and they use the stupid fucking coronation money to pay for actually important things like. Y'know. Keeping their working class from starving and freezing

This is my fight song

Summary: Castiel breaks up with you to protect you but he can't quite seem to stay away from you. He sees you again months later only, he doesn't like what he sees... Chapter 1: Heartbroken "You can't do this. Not to me," you pleaded weakly, lips trembling. It was a fight just to hold back the tears in your red, watery eyes as he stood before you cold and unmoving. "I'm doing what needs to be done. This whole relationship should never have begun in the first place. I'm an Angel, your human, it can never work. You should move on because I don't need you." You could feel yourself breaking a little more with those words. He didn't need you? No, he was lying. He had to be. He loved you. If you could just get him to open up and tell you what was wrong then maybe..."Cas-" "Castiel," he interrupted, sounding almost resentful. His usually soft blue eyes were now blank and devoid of any feeling. "Why are you doing this to me? What did I do wrong?" You whispered. You no longer bothered to hold back the tears. You wanted him to see how much he was hurting you. "Goodbye," he said before turning and vanishing without another word. You stared at the spot where he once stood and fell to the floor, sobbing loudly when you realized he truly wasn't coming back. Dean was the one who found you. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around you in comfort. "Hey, what's wrong?" You sniffed tearfully and looked up into a pair of concerned green eyes. "Cas...broke up...with me," you grabbed his shoulders and buried your face into him. "He left me, Dean. He left me." Dean had to swallow back his anger towards the Angel. You weren’t the kind to willingly break down so easily in front of another but you needed him now and that took priority over everything else. Slipping an arm underneath you, he picked you up with ease and carried you back to your room, ignoring the questioning look on Sam’s face as you both passed him. He set you down and layer next to you until you finally cried yourself to sleep. His hands clenched. That Angel had a lot to answer for. You left the bunker not long after that against the wishes of the Winchesters. There was just no point in staying there. Your relationship was over and it was just too painful to stick around especially when you knew he would still pop in now and again to help the Winchesters. You couldn't deal with the pain of seeing him, the constant reminders that you weren't together anymore and the awkwardness of being in the same room in a sort of tired silence after he so cruelly broke your heart was unbearable. Neither brother wanted to see you go but it was better for everyone in the long run. You needed to purge yourself of your feelings for Castiel and you knew if you stayed it would only be a matter of time before certain questions haunting you would accidentally be released. Questions you knew you didn't want the answers to. Did he still think about you the way you did with him? Did he ask after you? Did he wonder where you were and what you were doing? Had he moved on? Did he ever actually love you or was it all pretend? Getting over him was so hard. You tried everything you could to get him out of your head and your heart but so far, it was having little affect. You tried going out and picking strangers up but that was only a temporary fix. You always felt worse afterwards and the wounds on your heart never seemed to heal. You tried forgetting him completely but that didn't last long. No matter what you did, you just couldn't forget. During the day, you still hunted but you were a silent shadow of yourself. At night you would cry yourself to sleep and wake up to nightmares. Over the next few weeks, your mood dampened, your patience grew thin and you could barely muster up the will to interact with people much less hunt and save them. It didn't help that you could still sort of feel Castiel's presence around you once or twice. But that was rediculus, wasn't it? After all, he left you. The presence left as quickly as it came so you put it down to your imagination and left it at that. Now if only you could convince your heart to do the same...

I wanna write this now

You're blind Bella comments just made me think what if Edward reacted a bit too late at the Tyler car-crash and Bella got paralyzed but he was still weird so Bella suspects him and she doesn't like him at first but wants to turn because it would fix her injuries. That would've made Edward/Bella soo much more interesting.

That could have been interesting, if Bella were seriously injured/disabled by the van accident and wanted vampirism not so much because of immortality or love or beauty but because it would, she hoped, heal her injuries. That would definitely be a new and different take on things and one I’d be interested in reading. …but maybe, to keep the romance theme, over the course of trying to convince Edward/the Cullens to change her she falls in love with him and by the end she’s like “I don’t even care if I never walk again as long as I can spend forever with you.” 

TAG YOUR THINGS PROPERLY!!

I'm sick of typing in certain things like Elijah Mikaelson x reader or Elijah Mikaelson x OC, and other things popping up like Klaus or Damon or other things. Tag your crap properly already!!

Police are worse than fucking useless.

18 little kids and 3 adults are DEAD because of these worthless fucks. DIRECTLY BECAUSE of their refusal to act.

THEY LITERALLY MADE THIS SITUATION WORSE AND THEN DARE TO DEMAND RECOGNITION FOR THEIR "BRAVERY."

amid the celebrations about the queen probably dying soon, we need to remember how this will negatively affect the country. there will be millions spent on a funeral and charles’s coronation while we are in the middle of a severe economic crisis and working class families are having to choose between heating and food. it will take attention away from all the important politics and parliament may be suspended. all news and television will be about her death and her reign — it’s been said that comedy programmes will be cancelled for potentially up to a fortnight out of ‘respect’.

yes, celebrate this news. but her death does not erase the fact that the monarchy exists, and it will be a spit in the face for working people when the money we all so desperately need is spent on her and the rest of her family

He's mine!

Summary: Another girl flirts with your boyfriend, Castiel then tells you he can do better. Your response is to put the bitch in her place and claim what’s yours.

Warning: Some swearing, attempted bullying and body shaming?

Pairing: Castiel/Reader

One shot. Don’t ever let anyone else make you feel ashamed about your body or inferior. If they give it then give it back harder.

You weren’t the kind to go out clubbing or bars. You preferred to stay in, reading books or kissing your boyfriend, Castiel. Castiel was an Angel and being an Angel, he had perks and advantages you found he loved to use on you. Tonight however, you and Cas decided to join the Winchesters at a bar after a successful hunt.

When you got there, you and Cas went to find a table while the boys went straight to the bar to order the drinks. You rested your head on Cas’s shoulder, his fingers running through your hair. You sighed in contentment. Feeling the urge to take a leak, you got up and turned to him. “I’ll be back in a minute. I just need to go to the bathroom, okay?”

He smiled softly at you. “Okay.”

Five minutes later and you were done. You exited the bathroom and looked up only to frown at the sight you see. Your frown turns into a scowl. There with a hand on your boyfriend, was a girl with a bad dye job....and she was touching your boyfriend!

The nerve of her! Who the hell does she think she is? You fumed. You stormed over there until you stood directly behind her. Castiel’s eyes widened at the sight of a pissed off you. You coughed to get her attention and said, “Um, do you mind not touching my boyfriend?” You weren’t outright rude....not yet, but the warning was clear. Don’t touch what’s mine.

The girl turned around and eyed you up and down in distaste. You gritted your teeth and forced yourself not to do something stupid…like knock the stupid tart out. “Your boyfriend? Please, don’t make me laugh. He can do so much better than to go for someone like you. You’re not even pretty, you got no sense of style and seriously? Don’t kid yourself sweetie. I'm way better than you, have a body to die for, I mean, c’mon! Look at yourself!”

By now the Winchesters had returned and were standing nearby awkwardly with wide eyes and pale faces. Uh oh. They had heard what she said and were now waiting for your response. They knew from first hand experience that you often got vicious towards other girls when they tried it on with Cas, especially when you tell them he’s already taken and they’re stupid enough to keep trying.

This time was no different 

You growled furiously and grabbed her arm. A loud slap resounded and she stared at you in shock, holding her now red cheek. But you weren’t done. Not by a long shot. “And just who the fuck are you to talk to me like that? You don’t know me nor do you know him cause if you did then you’d know you’re wasting your time since he’d never go out with a nasty ass bitch like you. We’re together and we love each other very much and no one is gonna get in the way of that. You’re pathetic! Look at yourself. Only desperate, pathetic tramps go after someone else’s boyfriend or girlfriend while they’re with someone else. You’re nothing but a low class whore thinking you’re better than other girls when in reality, you’re nothing but trash!” You took a threatening step towards her and said condescendingly, “Sweetie, I suggest for your sake that you find someone else that will look at something disgusting like you twice, to play with. Or things are about to get ugly. He's mine!”

The girl glared at you in embarrassment and anger but you refused to back down. You barely noticed the silence and tension as the others watched the scene unfold. You were to busy being territorial. He was yours damnit and you protected what was yours. Simple.

The girl seemed to realize no one was going to help her, so with an angry huff she stomped off. You stared after her with a victory smirk before turning back to Castiel and grabbing his blue tie and pulling him towards you, lips crashing together in a harsh kiss. Castiel moaned into your mouth, his hands instantly going to your hips. He pulled you onto his lap and deepened the kiss, making you groan in pleasure. Your hands tangled in his dark hair and pulled hard.

“Who do you belong to?” You demanded.

His eyes went wide and he groaned. “Y-you.”

“You got that right.” You turned to Sam and Dean who looked straight-up uncomfortable. “I don’t know about you guys but Cas and I are going back to the bunker. It seems Cas needs to learn his lesson about who it is he belongs to.” Castiel licked his lips, eyes wide and dilated in lust while the boys exchanged grossed out looks.

A moment later, you both vanished.

Yep.

There’s 1 Day Til Christmas!

Not A Dom.

If you only pay attention to your sub when it is convenient for you, you are not a Dom.

If you tire of a submissive, and ghost her, rather than having an honest conversation with her, you are not a Dom.

If you view boundaries, limits, and the word “no” as impediments to your will to push past and degrade, you are not a Dom.

If you make a sub doubt and question themselves to produce an outcome that’s favorable for you, you are not a Dom.

If you think Dominance is all about having a relationship that revolves around you and serving your needs, you are not a Dom.

If you refer to subs as “broken”, or view them as a hassle because they have mental, physical, or emotional challenges, you are not a Dom. 

If you think that your way of being a Dom is the only right way to be a Dom, you are not a Dom. 

If you are having multiple relationships with submissive girls without them all knowing about each other, you are not a Dom. 

If you degrade your partner’s relationships to isolate them so that they don’t get opinions other than yours, you are not a Dom.

If you play or prey on girls who are under the age of 18, you are not a Dom.

JD