#alcohol markers are still hard af for me

[im-dirtydan]

Get a load of this guy

[unhonestlymirror]

It might be just me but I feel like the nations popping out of the ground or out of nowhere is kinda meh, I prefer that they're born biologically out of humans or other nations. I just, can't see a whole flesh and blood baby popping outta the mud even though its hetalia we're talking about. I don't wanna seem allo but like, yknow.💀

Yeah, I'm also not in awe of such theory. Nothing comes out of nowhere. Popping out of mud like demons in Good Omens... Naaaah...

I like the theory that a nation's personification gets isekaied to a human body. This would explain how nations are able to resurrect, interact with humans, and why they also don't really want to die. It also can be both funny and tragic and bloody af, like in Jujutsu Kaisen.

Although their life cycle is pretty individual and dependents on many factors, there are some basics:

The stronger the national identity, the faster a nation's appearance manifests itself over the natural host.

A nation strongly depends on three main aspects: language, people, and land (LPL).

There is, of course, a spectrum, not an absolutism. For example, the stronger the language aspect, the more likely a micronation can develop into an independent state. It all depends on politics.

A nation manifests in a person who recently died and whose body didn't receive much damage.

A nation doesn't have memories of a previous host of a body. Usually. There is too much to remember already.

If a nation is young enough or in case of some exceptions, it can manifest in a baby's body. Who recently died. Oblivious people call it a miracle.

Usually, a nation starts manifesting (borns) much earlier it actually declares its existence officially. Official declaration for a nation means coming of age.

If a nation is being consumed, it develops the appearance of its consumer.

The stronger national identity, the faster a nation regenerates and resurrects. It still hurts af.

The bigger and the more rapid is the disbalance in LPL, the more likely its physical manifestation can develop insanity.

Insanity manifests in a unique way for anyone. For Belarus, it's a weight loss, for russia, it's obesity. For Liet, it's getting covered in moss and plants, for Latvia, it's turning into sand, for Ukraine, it's turning into stone. It's a serious, uncontrollable state that can easily lead to death.

Basic active ways of fighting insanity are militarization, raise in national identity markers (NIM) level, government change, policy change, decolonisation, land restoration, or partition.

Each nation has their own passive ways of fighting insanity: for Ukraine, it's humour and memory loss, for Poland, it's religion, for Latvia, it's alcoholism, for Belarus, it's talking with plants, etc.

Nations can operate with one or several "superpowers," which depend on one of LPL aspect. It can be changing in size, like for Finland or lightnings/growth and limb length control for Latvia. Lithuania finds its superpower (being able to turn into fire) pretty useless for current times.

The bigger a nation is, the more superpowers it can use. However, the more superpowers it can use, the worse the control and cognitive functions. Like in Naruto.

A dying nation manifestation develops grey hair and severe memory loss.

Nations can easily change their sex, yet they don't have internal reproductive organs. Unless there is a disbalance in the people aspect of LPL. For example, it's hard for China to hold its woman form due to its long sex-based discrimination.

A nation's manifestation can change its appearance based on how many different people live in it. It's not a problem for America, but it's a significant struggle for Lithuania to make its skin black.

Technically, a nation manifestation can't do much without its people. That's why russia whimpers before its "bosses," that's why Ukraine (as well as Poland) immediately tries to get into politics and prove to everyone, especially her government, that she is the real boss here the moment she resurrects.

A nation manifestation is able to passively monitor all of its people desires. Technically, it depends on its people desires the same way a human depends on its organs' desires: If you are holding back instead of going to the toilet - it hurts, and you're not able to hold it for long.

There is no biological kinship for nations manifestations. To be siblings, all nations must actively agree to be siblings every day. No one has the right to declare someone its sibling without active, mutual, honest agreement. No one has the right to claim anything on the basis of kinship because there is no biological kinship.

[joeljoelwarr]

Dating Park Jimin Would Include:

Warning: none, maybe?

Genre: f l u ff

okay

oof this will be easy its just me ranting

i lied this was actually lowkey hard because i couldn’t think of a meeting scenario

i apologize XD

oK aY 

SO

Y’all meet in like the most obscure place i stg

it’s the middle of a street at like midnight,

no one is around

barely any lights are on

you think he’s probably going to murder you and wear your skin as a coat

because he’s running towards you

and he suddenly stops and just

“oH MY GOD I DIDN’T SEE YOU Im so sorry i was running because im scared of the dark”

you just smile

just a little

and for som e  r e a s o n

he walks you home despite your protests and various forms of

“but then you’re in the dark longer”

oof he 100% tries to be sweet and kind and not shake

but he fails

and so technically

you’re comforting him

not the other way around

b u t

when you get there you pull him inside for a moment and he

pfft

he just

“you’re not going to shear my face off and wear it as a mask are you?”

“what no”

you just grab a marker and you write your number on his arm

and he’s a little endeared 

because you just dealt with his anxious ramblings

and so he agrees to call you

boi takes a wEEK to call you he’s so busy worrying about whether or not you actually want him to that he forgets to do it 

Dates

you answer the phone just completely confused 

you never got his name and yet you mysteriously gave this mysterious man your number

boi you gonna get hurt that way

anyways

you answer and the first thing he says is 

“i FORGOT TO CALL YOU I'M SORRY”

and you laugh

and he feels all of his nerves melt away

and he asks you out

and because he’s an idol

y’all meet super late

again you’re like

“b u t d a r k n e s s”

he kinda doesn't care

because you’re there

y’all somehow find a small restaurant that’s somehow open still

oof this is cute

he makes you try this thing

and you’re not sure how you feel about it

but he tells you that it’s mochi ice cream

“you look like a mochi”

he is suddenly so enamored with you after that

he has never before believed that he looked like a mochi

but one sentence from you and he suddenly can’t deny it

Cuddling

OOF THE GOOD PART

Jimin loves watching shows with you, even if he has zero clue what’s going on

even if its supernatural and terrifies him

as long as you like it

he’ll watch it with you

b u t

he likes to lay back against the corner of the couch arm

and so you just kinda lay against him 

and he loves it because he can watch your expressions while you’re watching the show

and you love it because you can hear his heartbeat

when you’re sad, he’ll hug you quietly

and make sure you know that you’re loved 

especially when it’s a family thing

or a friend thing

and when he’s sad

you tend to buy ice cream and make sure to cuddle him

because he’s hard on himself 

and he needs to be treated softly during these times

because he’ll treat himself roughly

oof i made myself cry

i apologize

Ma R r I aGE

okay so at this point you’ve both been through thick and thin

long nights and short ones

long months of waiting

and short days of patience

you have been through it all

and yet your relationship has lasted through it all

and he spent so long picking out a perfect ring

months 

almost an entire year

and he finally chose a rose gold band with a beautiful diamond resting on top

the small diamonds inside of the band is what costed the most

but for you he’d spend all the money he had

he brought you out to a park in the middle of the night

and you were so confused

(by now he’s no longer scared of the dark he’s okay boo)

but he brought you to a small area where he had hung up lights

and laid a blanket out

and you guys had a picnic

with all your favorite foods

(+ mochi ice cream of course)

and you were watching the stars and the moon

when he pulled out the ring box from his pocket

and he was just sitting there with it open

so he said your name

so you’d look over at him

and you dropped everything and sat up so quickly

“Y/n, uh, this is going to be anything but perfect because i stupidly didn’t practice,

but you are my rock. you keep me grounded, you make me feel better when i mess up, you help me through the dark times and the bad days.

you make good days better, and better days great,

and i want that to continue.” 

he slowly tried to get on one knee from his position in criss-cross

dumba** cutie ily

and you didn’t even let him finish his question

“Y/N L/N, will you-”

you tackled him

and he totally dropped the ring

it took you guys two hours to find it in the grass with only flashlights and the rays from the hanging lights

it was hard

but when you put it on he could see you beaming at it so fondly

and so it made him beam at you so fondly

and y’all are just so fond of each other

Wedding

Now, y’all had a moderately normal wedding, not too big, not too small, but big enough that there was a lot of food.

you didn’t allow alcohol (other than champagne) because you didn’t want to have to drag people out drunk

you also didn’t want people throwing up

jimin agreed

namjoon gave the most awkward speech ever but it made jimin cry and hug him so it was worth it

your best friend embarrassed you with a story from college

it was great okay

your outfit was amazing

he looked fantastic

skip forward to that night,

im not even kidding

you two were so tired

you just fell on the bed and went directly to sleep

no messing around or anything

b u t

the next morning

y e s.

now we all know jimin is kinky af

but this is probably one of the few times (other than the rest of the times that week of your honeymoon) that he wouldn’t be 

because he wanted it to nice and sweet

not the other stuff

because you guys just got married

so he was like sweet through the whole thing

(unless you’re not someone who wants sex, then you sat and watched movies the whole morning because he’s sweet and wouldn’t push you to do something you didn’t want to)

a n y w a y s

you’ve been married for about four years when you got pregnant (or if you are a male/asexual/other you found out the adoption papers went t h r o u g h/you found a willingsurrogate)

he was so excited

he literally ran out of the house about to rush to tell the guys

before running back in and kissing you so intensely

he was very happy

he dragged you to tell the guys

and he called both of y’alls parents

they were just as excited

you were a little flustered not gonna lie

so y’all had three kids together

two boys and one girl

you agreed that once you had a girl you would have no more

because you wanted both genders

one of your sons turned out to be gender fluid

which both of you were perfectly alright with (freaking fight me if you’re not, i will break you.)

“yissss i got the whole set”

“j i m i n”

regardless, older siblings were very protective of younger sibling

she hated it tbh

but appreciated it nonetheless

but n ON E were as protective as jimin when she got a boyfriend

n o n e

you were more than willing lemme tell you that

when she married the guy jimin cried

heavily

REGARDLESS

THIS WAS LONG

I APOLOGIZE

have jimin’s favorite picture of your daughter as an apology

how cute

okay bye

[thehikingnerd]

Day 146 (10/13)

Around 6 in the morning I woke up, we all had a simple breakfast and some coffee and before I knew it I was piling into the firefighter's truck with my pack. He drove me quite a while and he sounded confident he knew where I was talking about. I hoped so because all I had was the mile I got off trail where it crossed a road and a memory of a concrete road barrier.  I was excited to see a wildcat cross the road in front of us just before we pulled off the winding road. Much to my relief, it was the exact right spot I was talking about.  Relieved to have all of that logistical stuff behind me, I thanked him for all the help and hospitality and he told me to be safe.  It was still very early in the morning, before 8 am and I was back on trail and ready to haul ass! I started down the trail and almost right away caught a view of Mt. Shasta looming in the distance.  Its exactly where I was headed and I hoped to make great time in getting there. The town of Ashland yesterday had been pretty warm, too warm in fact, now as I was gaining in elevation, I couldn't believe how quickly it got cold. I passed by mile marker 1700 and took a selfie. Rays of light occasionally broke through the cloud cover and shone through the ice coated trees and it was beautiful.  The ice was dripping/raining off the trees in the wind and rays of sunlight.  It was hard to tell if it was little patches of thick steam coming from the mountain sides or smoke from fire off in the distance. I took some pictures but it was really hard to catch how magical this atmosphere was on camera. Then, just like that, by around 5:30pm I crossed the border and back into Northern California. My god, California is a big state.  I had at this point completed every step of Washington and Oregon and still couldn't believe how much faster those who states were combined than California.  I only end up going a few miles into California before I come upon an old shack.  Its getting cold and late and I'm hopeful I will be able to cut my day a little short and maybe save myself the effort of setting up camp and perhaps staying in this shelter for the night.  Shelters are few and far between on the PCT and I wished I had timed out parts of my hike better to stay some of the colder nights in shelters, so this was a welcomed sight.  As I approach the shack, I see a laminated sign posted on the front by the door. This is also the point where things start to get a little creepy as I read the sign... it is telling about the history of this shack. The first line talks about how settlers had been killed by native peoples on this property in 1855.  About this time it occurs to me that its actually Friday the 13th and I'm here alone at some old cabin that's likely haunted and I'm here on a cold night all by myself.  Hmm... this is going to be interesting.  The good news is that it does seem that I'm allowed to stay the night and I have enough daylight to cook dinner and get settled in without rushing.  It was cold as hell, and although i wasn't supposed to cook inside as the rule posted, I couldn't help it and was just very careful, besides, the canisters are much safer than an alcohol stove for example and I have to assume that's what they are actually afraid of.  Anyway, there were lots of camping chair set up inside, a tarp that looked good for cowboy camping on top of, and even jugs of water and a few small food items. There was a creepy attic area, but i just tried to ignore its existence.  I cooked and ate dinner and got myself ready for bed.  I was grateful to the shelter, but it was still cold AF.  I really was done with the cold in Washington and couldn't believe it was this cold in Northern California.  I did my rest to stay warm, but it was rough trying to fall asleep and stay asleep.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Why Won’t It Come Off?

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 2,965

Warnings: implied smut, Drunk!Dean, dean being a little asshole, Sam being so supportive, the reader being so sassy and grumpy, messing with Baby, fluff mostly. 

Request: Hey Jordan! i was wondering if you could do a fic Sam x Reader (they're dating) where dean is drunk af and reader is sleeping so he writes on her forehead something like " I fuck with the tall one" with a sharpie, and when she wakes up and Sam asks her what is happening she tries to wash off the sarpie but it doesn't come off so she has to go on a hunt like that? ( I'm dying to read a crack/awkward situation Sam x Reader)

Author’s Note: Only because I haven’t written Sam in a while. So, please enjoy! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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“Hey baby, Dean isn’t back yet?” Sam said, entering the library. You kept your head down, in your palms, not saying a word. To Sam, it looked like you were reading and was either so engrossed into it that you didn’t hear him or that you just ignored him.

He walked closer to you and frowned, bending down and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, shaking it. You jerked up and opened your eyes. You were so fucking tired but you wanted to make sure that Dean made it home safely. You were dating Sam and he was such a sweetheart to you. He knew how much Dean meant to you.

Dean was your best friend and you would hate it something happened to him and you weren’t there.

“Hey, Y/N, were you sleeping?” Sam asked, sitting next to you with concern written all over his face.

“No, I was just resting my eyes. I’m fine, I’m just waiting for Dean to get back. You know I worry about you two all the time.” You said, your eyes falling shut again.

“I know, it’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. But why don’t you head to bed and I will wait for Dean. Okay? You are already starting to pass out. Plus, we have a case tomorrow and you need your rest.” Sam said, moving the book away from you. You let out an incoherent noise and Sam chuckled, standing up.

He moved your chair back and picked you up, bridal style. You didn’t mind this at all and let your head fall to his hard chest. You let yourself completely relax because in his arms is when you felt the safest. He was such a loving boyfriend that you couldn’t have asked for a better man.

He thanked whoever was of higher power that you picked him. He wouldn’t stop letting you know that he loved you until he couldn’t anymore. He walked down the hall and into your shared room, laying you on the bed. You were passed out by then so you didn’t feel a thing he was doing to you.

He undressed you, putting one of his flannels on you since he knew how much you loved it. The thing about you, was that you were such a heavy sleeper. Dean and Sam often worried about you staying alone since you wouldn’t be able to hear if anything were to make an intrusion. Seriously, you could sleep through a tornado if it crashed through the Bunker.

Sam tucked you in, placing a kiss to your forehead. He left the room and walked back to the library where he would wait for his brother to get back from the bar.

2 hours had passed before Dean came stumbling into the Bunker, laughing his ass off. Sam was reading a book and looked at Dean who stumbled as he came in. He held onto the railings, trying to make his way down the stairs without falling or tripping.

“Dude, where the hell have you been? You’ve been gone at least 4 hours and how much have you had to drink?” Sam grimace, practically smelling the alcohol radiate from Dean’s body.

“Sammy! It’s good to see you, my brother.” Dean said with a laugh, stumbling over his own two feet as he made his way to Sam.

“Okay, you need water. Please, let me help you to your room. I don’t want you falling and breaking a hip or something.” Sam teased, shutting the book and getting up.

“First, I am not old, you’re old. Second, I can walk to my own room, thank you very much. Just don’t touch me.” Dean said, putting his hand up. Dean was drunk off his ass but he still knew his way around the Bunker. Granted he was bumping into shit on the way but he managed.

Sam sighed and walked to the kitchen, trying to find the ibuprofen and get a glass of water. Meanwhile, Dean was making a lot of noise coming down the hall. He passed by Sammy’s room but stopped when he saw you lying in the bed, sleeping.

He smirked, walking inside. He knew you were a heavy sleeper so he knew that you wouldn’t hear or feel a thing from him. He looked at the desk in the room and grinned when he found what he was looking for. He was so happy for his brother that he found someone to love him as much as he deserved to be loved.

Dean loved you like you were his little sister. Yes, he tried hitting on you at the first meet but you only had eyes for Sam. He respected your choice and settled with being your best friend. In the long run, he knew that being best friends was a much better choice.

He grabbed the sharpie off the desk and walked closer to you, opening the marker and starting to write on your forehead. He giggled to himself, thinking that this would be hilarious tomorrow. Of course, he wasn’t thinking straight but he didn’t care at the moment. He didn’t even care that you might kill him for this.

Dean laughed quietly as he set the Sharpie down and left the room, going back to his own room. Not long after, Sam came in to take care of his older brother before tucking him in. Once Dean hit the pillow, he passed out. Sam chuckled as he left, going back to you.

You were facing away from him and he didn’t want to disturb you so he undressed silently, getting behind you and going to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open as your biological clock was screaming at you. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and sighed, looking beside you. Sam wasn’t there and you wondered if he’s been up for a while. You ran your hand over his spot to find out it was warm still. So, not that long.

You got up, noticing you were wearing one of Sam’s flannels. You figured he undressed you from the night before which put a smile on your face. You remembered just exactly why you were staying up late and that was because of Dean. You wondered if made it home safely last night.

You got out of bed, put your hair into a ponytail and walked out of you room and to Dean’s to see him sleeping in his bed. You smiled to yourself and walked to the kitchen where you hoped coffee was waiting for you.

Upon walking in, you saw Sam with his back turned to you. You snuck up behind him but he had already heard you come in. Damn hunter senses. You wrapped your arms around his waist and you pressed your head in between his shoulders blades.

“Morning.” You mumbled, kissing his bare back. Sam didn’t really sleep without a shirt on but when he did, you cherished it because damn, was he a sight to see.

“Good morning, babe. I don’t know if you saw but Dean is home.” Sam said without turning around. He was fixing up your and his coffee because when Sam woke up, he knew you would wake up a little while later.

“I did see, thank for waiting for him.” You said, pulling away from him. Sam turned around with a smile, handing you your coffee but lost it when he got a look at you. You looked up at Sam and frowned, noticing his behavior had changed.

“Sam, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” You asked, taking your coffee.

“What happened last night? I put you to bed and you were passed out.” Sam said, not looking in your eyes but just a little above.

“What are you talking about? Do I have something on my face?” You asked, worried about it now.

“Oh, no, I can’t believe he did this. Y/N, you know how he gets when he’s drunk.” Sam warned.

“Oh, hell no, that the fuck did he do to me this time?” You groaned, setting your coffee down. Dean was known to be a bit playful when he was drunk and you may or may not have been on the receiving end of his pranks plenty of times.

You walked over to the fridge since the surface was very reflective. You gasped when you saw what was on your face. Reading backwards came easy to you so you could clearly see what Dean had written on you last night while you were sleeping.

I fuck the tall one.

“Oh, he is so fucking dead.” You growled out, storming out of the kitchen.

“Y/N!” Sam called after you, rushing behind you.

“No, Sam, I am sick and tired of his fucking pranks all the time.” You said, ignoring the taller Winchester. You stormed to Dean’s room and slammed the door open, not caring that he hated people in his room.

“Dean Winchester get your ass up!” You yelled, taking the covers off. Dean didn’t move and you slapped his arm which seemed to do the trick.

“Hey, what the hell?” Dean grumbled, opening his eyes slowly.

“Dean fucking Winchester, what the hell did you do to me? Why would you do this?!” You glared, hitting him in the arm.

“Whoa! Y/N, stop it!” Dean growled, opening his eyes and look at you. He busted out laughing the moment he saw you. That only made you more pissed and you lunged to grab at him but Sam held you back.

“Fuck you, Dean. You know I hate your pranks! And to think, I stayed up to make sure you were okay.” You glared at him, shoving Sam off you.

“Y/N! Come on, I’m sorry!” Dean said but you didn’t care. You stormed out of his room and to the bathroom to try and wash this off. If you were a cartoon, smoke would be pouring out of your ears right this minute. You washed your face, trying to scrub off the writing but it wouldn’t budge.

“Son of a bitch!” You yelled, turning to go back to your shared room with Sam but you stopped when you saw Sam in the doorway.

“No luck?” He asked with a sympathetic look.

“I have one more option.” You pushed past Sam and back to the room where you frantically got out your makeup. You tried covering it and it worked, but only a little. You sighed and realizing there would be no use in covering it up. You took off the makeup you put on when Sam came into the room.

“Look, you know how he can get.” Sam said with a sigh.

“I’m not going on this hunt, Sam. No way am I leaving the house like this.” You said.

“Y/N, we need you. We are hunting a very dangerous spirit. Dean and I can’t do this on our own despite how good we are.” Sam said, walking to you. You looked at Sam and you weighed your options.

“Sam, I will be humiliated if I go out in public like this. We know nothing about this spirit or who it attacked. Which means we have to dress up in our Fed suits. I can’t go out when this is on my face.” You said.

“Y/N, we need to save lives, okay? I understand you’re mad but that gives you all the more reason to mess with him when we get back.” Sam said, pleading with you. You didn’t want to go out like this and you looked at your closet and got an idea. You got up and walked into the closet, grabbing the one thing that you were thankful for having.

You grabbed your dad’s old baseball hat and placed it on your head, pulling it down so that it covered your forehead.

“See, there you go, problem solved. Now, can we please get ready and go?” Sam asked.

“Fine but I’m not promising I will be civil with him.” You said.

“Sweetheart, would you take that off? We are inside a building and that’s just inappropriate.” Dean said, smirking at the hat you had on. You and the Winchesters were stopping to get something to eat and you refused to take it off.

“This isn’t the 19th Century, Dean. I can do whatever the hell I want.” You growled out, glaring at him.

“How many time do I have to say I’m sorry?” Dean asked with a sigh.

“I don’t know, maybe when something bad happens to your car, I’ll forgive you.” You said, sneering at him.

“Please, guys, don’t do this.” Sam said with a sigh.

“Are you threatening me?” Dean asked, a challenge in his eyes.

“What are you going to do? You know I know my way around the car.” You said, smirking. Before he could say anything, the waitress came over and Dean acted so quick, you didn’t have time to react. Dean leaned over and snatched the hat right off your head and held it away from you.

“Dear God…” Sam muttered.

“Dean!” You scolded but the waitress already came over.

“Hi, what can I get started for you?” She looked over at you and her eyes widened as she read your forehead. She slid her eyes over to Sam then back to you. Even sitting down, people could tell Sam was taller than Dean was. You shrunk in your seat, embarrassed at how people were looking at you.

Dean started to order for everyone and the waitress nodded, going to walk away but you stopped her.

“Please, don’t hesitate to spit in this one’s food.” You said, pointing to Dean. She looked at your forehead one more time before looking at Dean. She nodded, understanding what happened here. She giggled as she walked away and Dean glared at you.

“Was that necessary?”

“I don’t know, was it?” You glared at him back.

“Well, this should be a relaxing case.” Sam said with a sigh.

“I don’t think a respectable FBI woman would be caught wearing a baseball cap, Y/N.” Dean said, smirking at you as he got ready.

“Dean, I can’t go out looking like this. Makeup doesn’t work and I’ve tried scrubbing it a thousand times. Nothing is working.” You glared at him, putting on the cap. You sighed, knowing no one would take you seriously if you had this on your head while you were dressed like this.

“Come on, Y/N, we won’t be staying here forever and when we go home, you’re not going to see these people ever again.” Dean said. Sam emerged from the bathroom, looking very sexy as always. You ignored Dean as you walked to Sam. You leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him sensually, making sure Dean heard the noises you were making.

“Seriously?” Dean said, scoffing. You ignored him as you kissed Sam and he smiled within in, cupping your cheeks. He pulled away and looked down at you with a smile.

“Here, why don’t we take this off,” Sam said, taking off the baseball cap. He soothed down your hair, making sure it framed your face beautifully. “We work this case and then when we come back for the night, I’ll make you forget about all of this. At least for the night.”

“I love you.” You said with a smile, kissing him one more time.

“Uh, come on in, Agents.” The victim’s husband said, letting you and the Winchesters inside. He stared at you the whole time and you tried to ignore the stare coming from him.

“Nice place you have here, how long have you lived here?” Dean asked, looking around. The man couldn’t stop staring at you and you glared at him, not having any of this bullshit.

“Do you want to get arrested?” You snapped at him. He scrambled to get away from you and over to Dean to talk.

“Y/N, you need to calm down. This isn’t helping anything and acting like this is only making it worse. You’re giving Dean the satisfaction. Don’t let him win.” Sam said, running his thumb over your jaw before kissing your temple.

“He’s just jealous you have someone to fuck whenever you want.” You said quietly but you knew Dean heard. He glared at you while he talked with the victim’s husband.

“I guess he is.” Sam said with a chuckle. You got through the afternoon and even with the husband staring at you from time to time, you learned not to get angry. You got the information you needed and you finished the case very easily with three people on the job. Now, all that was happening was you coming back home.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I did.” Dean said, driving down the road. He’s been driving slower than usual and he’s been trying to figure out why this has been happening. He just got his car tuned up so it shouldn’t be having any problems.

“That’s okay, Dean. I forgive you.” You said, smirking to yourself.

“No, wait, you forgive me? What the hell did you do to my car?” Dean growled out. The car began to slow down and it stalled. You snickered to yourself buy tried to keep it under control.

“Whatever do you mean?” You asked, trying to be innocent.

“Fuck! What did you do to my baby?” Dean growled, getting out of the car.

“Mess with me, I mess with you. Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it Dean?” You smirked. Dean growled and checked under the hood and you started laughing. Sam looked back at you and he liked that you found good out of this. Even if you were just messing with Dean.

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Hate to be cliche, but here goes.

This decade has been some shit. 2010. Best year of my life. I’m 17, I have my soul mate and best friend every single day of my life. No bills and making way too much money. I got the love of my life, Rome. I am so cool in my mind and just life was fucking GREAT. I met corbin that year and I was legit in absolute bliss.

Feb 2012 my best friend moves to fl and that was so great but I am in absolute shambles. I am lost I am unhappy. This is where it all goes wrong and only now, 8 years later do I realize the codependency issues I had with jenna. I fucking loved that chick from the depths of my goddamn soul, we could speak and make decisions and plans with just locking eyes for a blink of a second. So bc I am sad, lost and unable to make sense of my selfish and immature feelings, I take it out on her and a whole slough of klonopin. Corbin and I are doing bad and this is when it should’ve ended.

April 2012 (hah time is funny af) I do some shady shit, but not to the magnitude it was portrayed. Life moves on and I get back with corbin. This is my new person to rely on. I need him bc he stuck thru it with me and gained my whole hearted trust that he loves me, even when ugly and I love him through all of his ugly. We are ugly and we are in love and nothing in the world matters to me anymore besides him.

Oct 2012 I finally am ready to move outta stc. But corbins with me. I beg and beg and beg to please go to Tampa but nah, we go to Miami. It’ll be easier, Adam will take us in. He still is this big mature, always with it guy, I don’t know him, that’s why. We get there, nothing much to even talk about. Great times but eh. Leavin it at that. Shit happens and we get out of dodge like some fuckin thief’s in the night. Drive two days to portland. I won’t get into all the beautiful shit I saw bc that’ll take too long but, here we are.

I live with a naked hippie that is actually psychotic and oh, later on turns out she’s making us pay for a house SHE IS SQUATTING IN. But anyway, things happened (again adam) and we move to the city city. Won’t even get in to the shit that transpired there, but now I’m moving back home.

Feb 2013 (wow really seeing some timelines matching up of my most unpleasant times of my life?!¿¡) so I’m back home. I don’t sleep, I don’t eat. I think I weighed 110 while standing 5’8. My dads on parole, only time I see sunlight is when he needs to meet with his PO. Nicole nurtures me and literally does everything in her power to make me be better, but I am not ready to feel happiness or bond with any other human. I am not ready to move on or up or out. I am stuck. Corbin moves home. Ahhh yes. My safety blanket is back and I can be happy again (hahahah)

So in the meantime while I was sad Nicole and I are partying, late nights to meijer and rite aid, getting high and snacks and shit is just fucking awesome. She meets the love of her life and he takes her and even me in to his whole friend crowd and I am HAPPY and feel bliss again. I have friends? Imagine that. They fall madly in love and then heh, they move. Well shit. Now mind you I have totally capability to see them whenever I please bc Nicole is an open door policy. But truly I’m lazy, I like convenience and still wrapped up in my own stupid bitchass, (that I can now see, but then couldn’t) and it’s back to corbin and I.

So now it’s getting close to end of 2013 and all I pretty much do is spend every waking moment with corbin. I don’t mean to make that sound so awful, then I loved it. Now, it’s all so bleak.

2014 hits. I’m in and out of jobs. Corbin and I live off of pop can returns. I’m still 21 so like, none of that mattered and I didn’t care about a future. He gets a job and I finally get into the courthouse. We start doing ~molly~ heavy. Locking ourselves in a bedroom from Friday-Sunday. Every weekend. When you hear “ecstasy/drugs ruined my sex life” from older people, you don’t really know what to make of that. When I tell you drugs ruined our sex life and our likeness for each other, now I fucking get it. I stopped smoking weed 24/7 bc I was paranoid of losing my job. Not much more to that year or 2015 than chemical pills and being locked in a room and outdoor adventures with my dog.

2016, I finally convince corbin to {for the love of god} attempt to get his license back (which he did, and then ruined again, but that comes later) so we’re really making moves, honestly for us we were doing shit. We had a marker board calendar AND meeting our goals/deadlines !!! His dad gets oxys, and we’ve been borrowing his Vicodin for idk, a year or 3 at this point. This is kinda when things get fuzzy. But oxys come and got damn do they feel good. But only recreational. It wasn’t serious then.

Corbin gets prescribed adderall. Not much more we need to dive in to with that jazz but oxys and addies were all we ate until about the end of 2017. Pills are gone. Let’s fucking driiiiink.

2018

So I developed an alcohol issue at this point. Still battling it to this day. But I don’t really remember much. Did some cool shit, went to Europe. Met a girl that I’ve never loved kissing more. She was nuts. I moved out of our apartment we got together and back home, re-up w/ Rickey, we have fun. He cheats on me with the girl he got pregnant and neglected (they’re engaged now, congrats guys) I’m completely broken and alone because at this point i have managed to push every waking soul away from me and experience the weirdest fucking shit ever that I can only explain as spiritual, or maybe it was satanic. It burned and hurt and scared the ballsacks out of me. Can’t kill your self if you’re a pussy, turns out.

I spent this whole year trying to find friends, wrong crowd. I developed a relationship with a coworker who still to this day has my heart and soul and I love him and will always hope the best. He is the greatest comfort I had but it was only ever from 5pm - until we finished having drinks and sex and then back to being alone. I even confessed my confused love for him and he set me straight. He showed me more about being strong than anyone ever. I love you D.

The end of September I finally meet up with a dude I can’t take my damn eyeballs off for years. I finally mustered up the courage after making excuses for about 2 weeks why I couldnt meet up with him. So I come over. It’s raining so hard. I couldn’t find his house. I just wanted the god damn dick, and go home. He didn’t let that happen.

We see one another mainly every single day except Wednesday’s because he has plans that day every week. I tried my hardest to ghost him multiple times but he didn’t let that happen either. We are both drinking a lot because we are both sad but our company really really reaaaally made up for the sadness. He is the funniest person I’ve ever met and I think he thought that about me too.

November 21st comes and he is being weird and I am constantly nervous around him so I get weird bc I think I did something or he’s gonna tell me to go home, I didn’t know. He finally says he wants to be my man, like full time man. I have a bf? I don’t want one but something about you is fckin freaky you beautiful boy. Everything is coming together.

And here we go: December 21. 1 month is all it took to mess it up.

Leaving my work party, ironically after getting all of my drinks bought for me :) , I go to jail. Jail was not as bad as I expected. I was a good criminal so I got to sit in a different room w/ a tv until shift change. Oh and ! my high school classmate was a worker there so that was neat ! (jesuschrist) anyway; dont have Laynes number memorized, my family and I just watched my grandpa die, gasping for air 10 day prior. Can’t call my mom. Scared to call my dad (who was the nicest of anyone) soooooo corbin it is. I dealt with his jail problems time after time so, his turn I guess.

Welp it’s 2019. Not much to say. Layne stuck through all of it with me and I have no fucking clue why. Got a therapist. Stopped drinking whiskey completely. Bought a vacuum and couch. Live with my way too supportive boyfriend. My family fucking loves him. I am .... growing ? stronger ? mentally ? as every day passes ? because of him ? He teaches me so much about moving on, life and just thinking before doing. Life ain’t that serious. I love you Layne. I completely do. I started alcohol classes and I went in with such a shitty attitude, like I’m better than everyone? (Been my issue for, forever) I fucking love my group sessions. I am for once not alone with the unpopular shit I struggle with. Addiction is so real and I always thought it was a stupid ass excuse for being lazy but hahhhhhh karma loves me.

I’ve been struggling so hard with jenna. I have talked to a handful of people and most have said it’s been blown out of proportion but, don’t hurt your friends. I finally fucking wrapped it up when I got ahold of her, tried to anyway, before Christmas. I explained a lot, now that I’ve had years to sit back and reflect on myself and my bullshit and I can’t blame her (side bar: she still didn’t care lol.) But I am fuckin over it. My feelings got hurt to absolute fuck about some things and instead of being mature, I fucked her over, because I felt fucked over. But I’m sorry, I did that, I take responsibility and best wishes forever but an anvil weight has finally been lifted off my chest and I feel like I can finally move the fuck on and it’s such a great feeling to get rid of something that’s been eating me alive.

So basically, the last two years ate me the fuck alive. This year I meditated on shit. We will see how 2020 goes but I am ready considering what I’ve done to myself, been through and I still am fucking alive and trying. Being a human is dumb but it’s aight sometimes. Getting better. Good luck y’all.

[alliahvega]

crash course: ust-fop-mt MAJOR courses & profs that i’ve had so far

1st year - 1st sem:

general chemistry (aka chem100, genchem)

topics: importance of chemistry, matter, laboratory apparatus, laboratory protective wear&conduct, significant figures, atomic structure, electronic configuration, separation techniques, periodic table, compounds, cations and anions, chemical formula writing, lewis structure & molecular geometry, chemical bonds, intermolecular forces, mole, kinetic molecular theory, gas laws, basic types of chemical reaction, stoichiometry, concentration units, titration (basic), types of aqueous solution, electrochemistry, calorimetry.

      chem100 lecture (aka chem100lec, lec, chemlec - in general)

      ma’am suratos: age is ((she’s old na)) ok. she’s a very nice and may mom vibes. has favoritism, pero she gives fair grades - kaya work hard. yes, she fails students BUT that’s her last option - if wala talaga then wala. she absolutely HATES cheating. ayaw niya sa claretiano, pero though my class has the most claretians sa block, she rlly likes us. fast-paced magturo pero if you listen magegets mo naman. she always sets a first impression, so ‘pag negative na yung dating mo sa kanya, prove her wrong and she’ll like you so. her quizzes are easy, exams... saks lang, basta you studied.

doesn’t use powerpoint.

     chem100 laboratory (aka chem100lab, chemlab, lab)

     sir paulin: mid 40s na ata si sir. he was the partner of ma’am suratos sa lab namin so we had like two profs there. his lessons are straight to the point, and since tandem sila ni ma’am saamin - his discussion became somehow easy kasi ma’am will discuss it instead pero i heard na it’s hard to understand what he teaches so... gdluck. my first impression of him: masungit. he hated us on the first day kasi no one was listening to him, so like pinahirapan niya kami on the first few weeks pero naglaho rin yung hatred kasi may favorite siya sa class namin HAHA. he’s nice really on the inside, he doesn’t frequently fail his students. his quizzes are hard if you didn’t study, and honestly mas nahirapan ako sa chemlab rather than chemlec (and mas mababa rin ako sa lab). he kinda has a lisp, when using the letter “s” ahem like me.

-btw, ang hirap makinig ng lesson kapag nasa **central lab kayo, just saying.

             **central lab (central laboratory), located near dapitan side. if ‘di pa obvious, this is a laboratory building.

sometimes uses powerpoint.

introduction to medical technology (aka mt1a)

topics: 

     ma’am ruby: she’s a graduated from ust-medtech also, topped at rank 19 on the mt boards last 2005 ata??? she bases her lessons and powerpoints on the book that she co-wrote: “introduction to medical technology practice in the ph setting.” it’s a small book lang and can be bought in dapitan c&e, it’s not required pero since it’s a major and is my program, i bought it. quizzes and exams are all based on her powerpoint = book, it’s always memorization yung tipong super super overload. we would often have cancelled quizzes/meetings kasi she’s a busy person, legit. she stutters a lot pero it’s very obvious na she knows what she’s saying - and i really admire her for that! kung may mas malala pang may ayaw sa cheaters kay ma’am suratos, well ma’am ruby is here to prove to you na meron pa nga!

always uses powerpoint.

1st year - 2nd sem:

analytical chemistry (aka chem301, anachem - in general)

topics: concentration units, precipitations, solutions, raoult’s law, boiling point elevation, freezing point depression, rate law, integrated rate law.

     analytical chemistry lecture (aka chem301lec, anachemlec)

     sir madarang/sir cj: i feel the smart vibes from him. he graduated in ust-biochem. he teaches briefly, fastly, and straight to the point and gets mo agad yung lesson. he teaches simply lang, and uses analogy to make the understand of a concept easier. he easily gets annoyed, and sobrang visible nun like ‘di niya ihihide. he remembers the name of the people who recites (which is a good thing guys, usually may plus points if they know you). he gives his powerpoint thru **eleap/blackboard and it’ll be convenient if you’ll print/save it na for reference while the lesson is on going. he does the reciting thing while you stand on your place/you answer sa board. quizzes niya are all application ng mga formula na tinuturo niya, usually 1/2 crosswise lang haha. he gives partial points, something ma’am suratos/sir paulin will never do. requires calculator.

          **eleap/blackboard academic website for announcements, quizzes, take home hw/sw/quizzes, dump ng powerpoint ng profs na generous.

always uses powerpoint.

     analytical chemistry laboratory (aka chem301lab, anachemlab)

    sir paulin and ma’am suratos: they’re both more lenient to us now, idk why. all we’ve done so far are activities: making a solution, precipitating, centrifuging it, aspirating it, while following the schematic diagram. oh, kayo rin pala gagawa ng schematic diagram niyo! yung quizzes so far memorization lang, wala pang practical.

** we had our ppt from sir paulin when we were having our finals na, but that’s it.

biological science (biosci)

topics: the four tissues (epithelial, muscle, connective, and nervous), microscopy, cell.

    ma’am lee and ma’am ranido: so we got maam lee for lab and maam ranido for lec. maam lee doesn’t like a noisy class and my class is noisy af, so she doesn’t give us her handouts/ppts. maam ranido gives handouts/ppts pero they’re not from her, like it’s from someone else (probably another prof who’s teaching the same thing). new currciculum wouldnt have this subject, kaya don’t waste your time on this lmao. ma’am lee’s always absent, but she teaches well. pero lagi lang talga busy kaya ma’am ranido takes her spot nalang.

** uses powerpoint presentations!! giving them out will vary with how the class is (noisy, etc)

psy 1 (general psychology)

    maam agustin: she came from the college of science, so strict siya. she sits down lagi when teaching and most often than not resorts to showing videos than teaching the topics herself. if she doesn’t like your block, she’ll often have quizzes right after a lecture and it’ll be recorded. so wag niyo bad trip-in.

** uses ppts. but giving it out would vary also with how the class behaves.

2nd year - 1st sem:

     phyana (physiology and anatomy) lec

topics: cell, tissues, and organ systems

    ma’am ibarrientos: she teaches so good!! she likes to repeat the things she teaches like literally paulit-ulit to the point na sobrang nareretatin siya sa utak mo. she finds ways para tumaas grades ng students niya. she has a good voice, perfect for teaching but tends to lose it sometimes din kasi she teaches a lot of class. she has comprehensive ppts and she gives them out also. lahat ng tinuro niya lumalabas sa quiz niya but if hindi siya yung gumawa ng exam, try asking other blocks kung anong nadiscuss nila kasi she tends to miss out on stuffs na lalabas sa exam.

** uses ppts and gives them out. multiple choices type of quizzes with identification na 5-10 items and morse type na true or false!

     phyana (physiology and anatomy) lab

    sir flores and maam meim: solid tandem!! sir flores was a student if ma’am meim and ang cute nila magturo haha. sir flores is the kind of prof you wish you always have for you majors (although bacteriology daw talaga siya solid), he’s still solid though! there was a time he taught us the four common tissues without only the whiteboard marker on his hand, and no ppts. (did i mention he was a top notcher for the boards before? yup) tapos ang fun pa niya as a prof, nakikiride siya with his students haha. ma’am meim was my prof na before and still the same pa rin naman siya. they both love giving out quizzes na WHOLLY identification, so wag na umasa sa multiple choice, if it’s not identification: it’s most probably true or false questions, that’s it.

uses ppts and gives them out!

chem 200 (organic chemistry, orgchem)

topic: nomenclature, the 12 common organic compounds (ie alcohol, sulfides, esters, etc), mechanisms and reactivity, enantiomers

     chem 200 lec

    sir torres: he’s the prof you always see na parang true scientist! he’s hard to listen into kasi he’s old and kinda hirap na magsalita. but mostly, you’ll have to teach yourself with his subject kasi he teaches in a way na parang you already know the topic by your own. he doesn’t use ppt and messily writes in the board, kung saan lang abot niya while he’s sitting down. tell your sergeant of arms to get a microphone for him. his quizzes are the type of quizzes na YOU should have studied and know the topic by heart, or else gg ka.

no ppt.

     chem 200 lab

    ma’am diño and ma’am crisostomo: ma’am diño’s a bagets since medyo fresh grad pa siya ng biochem of ust! she’s super super nice and approachable and she understands the students the most. she hates cheating so much, kaya don’t even try. she notices every little detail like same erasures as your seatmate ganun. ma’am crisostomo was pregnant when she was teaching us and she literally hated us so much, kasi noisy talaga block ko. but she teaches well, as does ma’am diño, super gusto ko sila both. i learned to love orgchem because of them and i loved our lab work (except for the lab reports). quiz is usually identification kasi mga name ng organic compounds yung quiz, and all that.

sometimes uses ppts (especially for post labs), doesn’t give them out.

I’LL KEEP THIS UPDATED, this is by far the most updated.

posted at: 14 Feb 18 21:34

updated: 9 Sept 19 23:08