finally finished painting Aelin 

hope you guys will like it xoxo 

y’all obama just posted a biden meme

💕J💕O💕E💕B💕A💕M💕A💕

Jeffrey Dean Morgan in Desierto (2016)

Wow…okay. Ideas.

JDM MASTERLIST

Masterlist for all my Jeffrey Dean Morgan fics. Smut is clearly marked (so go read it). Spoiler alert, its almost all smut.

John Winchester

The Wrong One 

Negan

Stepdaddy (SMUT)

Stepdaddy Pt. 2 (SMUT)

Coach Negan (SMUT)

Professor Negan (SMUT)

Professor Negan Pt. 2 (SMUT)

An elderly woman plays GTA V

OH MY FUCKING GOD

(( IT’S EVEN BETTER BECAUSE SHE’S BRITISH ))

OH. MY. GOD.

never reblogged faster in my life

Is nobody going to point out that she appears to be on a personal vendetta against British Gas???

I stopped drawing some important stuff for a moment just for this PFFF

I MADE THE WEIRDEST NOISES WATCHING.

This old lady is a mood

Lol

An elderly woman plays GTA V

OH MY FUCKING GOD

(( IT’S EVEN BETTER BECAUSE SHE’S BRITISH ))

OH. MY. GOD.

never reblogged faster in my life

Is nobody going to point out that she appears to be on a personal vendetta against British Gas???

I stopped drawing some important stuff for a moment just for this PFFF

I MADE THE WEIRDEST NOISES WATCHING.

This old lady is a mood

Lol

Disclaimer : if this is in anyway disrespectful or offensive of a culture, religion or people please let me know and I’ll stop them/take them down.

Dating Chris Evans might include

DATING THIS DORK WOULD INCLUDE;

Inktober Favorites! 🖤

*All inktober prints and stickers now available on my Redbubble. :)

Please?

  After Daryl calls for you one night, asking you to lay with him in his state of pain, things start to change between you and the redneck. With the ups and the downs, you and Daryl fight to remain together, to be there for each other.

This story follows Daryl and the gang as the seasons go, with a twist–you. Starting with season 2, helping Daryl when he gets his own arrow stuck in his side, throughout all the troubles of the prison (possibly after).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47 |

UPDATED

Please?

  After Daryl calls for you one night, asking you to lay with him in his state of pain, things start to change between you and the redneck. With the ups and the downs, you and Daryl fight to remain together, to be there for each other.

This story follows Daryl and the gang as the seasons go, with a twist–you. Starting with season 2, helping Daryl when he gets his own arrow stuck in his side, throughout all the troubles of the prison (possibly after).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31 | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34 | Part 35 | Part 36 | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40 | Part 41 | Part 42 | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45 |

Updated!

— ‘Voice that launched a thousand ships…’

☆ Happy 31st Birthday Nobuhiko Okamoto ☆ 10.24.17 ♥ (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*

Tenerife Sea teaser

|| COMING OCTOBER 29TH (Southern Hemisphere date) Summary found here

“So that’s how we’re going to do it? The silent treatment? I can talk and talk and talk, Nesta Archeron. I love to hear the sound of my own voice.” His mouth tilted up in that insufferable smirk of his. Her grey eyes like the sharpened steel of a blade, cut through his stare, making him fall silent once again. She then jerked her gaze back to the window, indicating that she wanted nothing to do with him and that she yearned to be alone.

you were both being chased by walkers when you pretty much ran into each other, you both stared in shock but Walkers made you tear your attention away from each other.

back to back you fought them all off. and when it was done you both turned to look at each other.

it had been weeks, maybe months, since you last saw each other. and now here you were and neither of you really believed it.

Rick Grimes Masterlist

Unwind *

Reunion *

Touch *

Guilt *

Wet *

Provoke *

Punish *

Need *

Nightmare *

Requited *

Stitches *

Opening Up *

Drunk *

Crush

Away (part 1)* (part 2)*

Angry *

Eavesdropping *

Kneel *

Under the Table *

Hope

Sunday Morning *

Beauty *

Kiss

Equals

Expecting

Hot for Teacher *

Apologize *

Note: All * are NSFW

Lies and Family Ties

Dean X Reader; Mary tells Dean that the reader cheated on him to stop him finding out about her (Mary) stealing from Ramiel.

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Knocking on the door of the bunker, you shift on your heels outside of the place you used to call home. Palms sweaty, heart racing and you’re sure that you can smell the nervousness radiating from you.

The door opens, your now ex-boyfriend looking anything but jolly to see you on his doorstep. “Sorry, I already gave all my change to the homeless guy down the street.”

“I’m just here to get the rest of my stuff, then you’ll be clear of me for good.” Standing up straight, arms crossed against your chest, you hold your head up high, refusing to feel belittled by the man who tossed you away so easily.

He runs his tongue across his bottom lip arrogantly, a sarcastic smile on his face as he pulls open the door, inviting you inside begrudgingly. “Make it quick. Don’t take anything you didn’t pay for.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” you spit, striding past him angrily, the ache in your soul becoming even more prominent from being this close to Dean, yet knowing he’s no longer yours.

You pass Sam and Castiel in the kitchen, ignoring their judgemental gazes as you head to Dean’s room, to a bed that used to hold two bodies, not one.

Pushing all the memories within these walls away, you grab your suitcase from under the bed, flipping back the lid and throwing your belongings inside. You wanted to be out of this place as swiftly as you could be, your presence clearly unwanted.

“I’m surprised you had the nerve to show up here.” You look back over your shoulder, Mary leaning smugly against the door frame, your attention moving back to your suitcase. She was the reason you were packing in the first place, the lies she told Dean being the very statements to sever the ribbons of your relationship.

“Yeah? I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to still be here.” you hiss, a bubble of laughter leaving her lips as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge, anger bubbling inside you. “Aren’t you afraid your web of lies will unravel?”

“Don’t be silly, sweetheart, my webs are perfectly crafted. My son will always believe his dear mommy over some worthless bitch.” Now it’s your turn to laugh, not a slither of humour in your tone. You skim your fingers over the white frame on the beside, the besotted couple grinning at the camera.

If someone had told you then, that just months down the line Mary would be alive and kicking, and she would be the very thing to rip your lover from your arms, you would’ve laughed in their face.

“You know what,” you spin around, your glare harsh enough to wound as you stare at the poisonous bitch in front of you. “I hope your boys never find out who you really are. It’d break them to know their mother almost killed their best friend.”

“Not only are you working for the British, but you disturbed the Prince of Hell, stole from him and then stood in silence as Castiel’s life drained from his eyes.”

Her expression turns colder as you taunt her, her lip quivering in anger, not being able to take the truth you’re dealing out. She makes her way towards you, fists clenching, as you speak aloud all the damage that she’s done. “Shut your mouth.”

You shake your head, standing up against her, refusing to cower under her wrath. “If you were my mom, I’d be wishing you’d have stayed on the ceiling.”

Smack! Your head sharply twists to the side as her hand makes contact with your cheek, smugness running through your veins with the knowledge that your words have hit home. “If you ever tell anybody about me stealing from Ramiel, I’ll cut your heart out.”

“She doesn’t need to tell me anything.” Mary jumps at the sound of the voice, your fingers rubbing your cheek, trying to soothe the sting. Dean enters the room, coming to stand by your side, his mother lost for words.

“Sweetheart, let me explain…” She trails off, the level of vexation in Dean’s eyes enough to shut her up. Her eyes move to you as you watch the scene unfold. “You little bitch-”

Dean pushes her back as she lunges for you, his broad figure standing protectively in front of your own, your heart clenching, hoping that maybe there is something left to salvage.

“I want you out of here, now. Don’t bother coming back.” Dean warns, the ice chill in his voice something you’d been faced with a few minutes before. Mary weighs up her options, before backing out of the room resentfully, a vengeful twinkle in her eyes.

Once she’s gone, you turn back to the task at hand, shoving your final few things into your suitcase, ignoring Dean’s burning stare on your back. You move around in silence, him not being brave enough to break it, and you wanting to hear an apology before anything else.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You freeze at the question, Dean’s voice timid as it should be. Throwing the shirt in your grasp onto the bed, you turn to face the older brother, not being able to believe his arrogance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t remember you giving me a chance to say anything when you believed your mom’s bullshit lies over me.” He looks down at the floor as you scold him, your eyes beginning to glaze over with due to frustration.

“I’m sorry-” you cut him off with a scoff, his emerald eyes as glassy as your own as he lifts them upwards to meet you. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him, tell him that everything is forgiven and you can go back to how it used to be.

“You weren’t sorry when you kicked me out in the pouring rain and called me a dirty whore.” The dam breaks, you cursing yourself as you turn your back on Dean, your fingers roughly swiping away the fallen tears.

You zip up your suitcase, thankful you’ll be alone in a few minutes and able to sob to your hearts content without prying eyes. “What are you doing? Don’t go.”

“What does it look like I’m doing, Dean?” you sniffle, grasping the handle of the case and holding the heavy object to your side. “I want you to be happy, and if that means me leaving, then so be it.”

You shove past the older Winchester, your chin quivering as you somehow hold in your cries. You let out a shaky breath as a hand grabs your arm, Dean’s warm touch stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay. All I want is for you to stay.” he pleads, his throat thick with emotion. You turn your head, his glassy eyes meeting your own, a desperate look on his face.

After what feels like hours of silence, you make your decision. “Five minutes. Let’s see how well you do.”

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A/N - Thanks for all the support on my last Dean imagine, it was incredibleeeeeeee!!! Feel free to request :) now, gif before the imagine, or after??? Let me know! X