#ash’s 300 w&g challenge

[pinknerdpanda]

Once Upon a Time

Word Count: 2,500

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned), Chris (OC - mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, death, depression other warnings in the tags

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in weeks for various reasons - it feels good to be back in the game a bit! This was written for @because-imma-lady-assface’s Ashley reached 300 Will & Grace comeback-31st birthday-celebration. My prompt is bolded below.

Beta: @hannahindie and @wheresthekillswitch - you are both saints and I adore you. Thanks for all your support and wisdom.

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Once Upon a Time

Four days.

As I look at the smiling faces in the photograph - their eyes full of life and their steadfast hope of a future full of possibility and joy - that’s the only thing I can think; four days. In some ways four days can feel like eternity; like I used to feel on a Monday afternoon, as I answered another email and picked up another phone call, the hopelessness that Friday may never come would begin to engulf me. In other ways it can feel like an instant - a blink of an eye - the way it felt when it came time to say goodbye to my summer camp fling on the last day, the realization that we may never see each other again sobering as we wondered where the last week had gone. There are times, however, when four days passes exactly the way it’s meant to, and I suppose, looking back now - though the memories have begun to dull and blur around the edges - that’s what it must have felt like at that time.

There was nothing special about the four days that followed the photograph now illuminating my screen, and I suspect that those same smiling faces - now staring unblinkingly back at me from their pixelated home - remained smiling; blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. They seem to be now laughably oblivious to the fact that just four days stood between the people they were and the people they would be forced to become.

The caption under the photograph is a simple one - not exactly high on the creativity scale for that particular day. “Starting the New Year off with a bang - I’m in love with this year already!”

A tear trails down my cheek as I read those words over and over again in my head. “I’m in love with this year already.” I can hardly contain the bitter laughter. It seems so foolish - naive and almost a bit reckless. It’s like marrying a complete stranger after knowing them for an hour or accepting a ride from a masked man in an unmarked black van. Falling in love with a year before you’d even had an idea what horrors it planned on throwing at you, or how much of your life it planned to rip away from you. How could they - I - have been so stupid?

The sound of footsteps in the corridor seems to zap me from my daze and I snap my laptop closed and hastily rub at the wetness on my face before reaching for the glass and bottle of Jack and pouring a generous drink.

“Y/n!” Dean bellows as he rounds the corner. He sighs when our eyes meet as though relieved, though I spot the subtle twitch in his jaw as I tip back my glass and refill it again.

“Polo,” I mumble before downing glass number two.

“What? Where have you been? I’ve been trying to call you all day.” Dean’s eyebrows draw together as he crosses his large, plaid encased forearms over his chest.

“Oh, what a coincidence,” I reach for a second glass and divide the remnants of the liquor between them, before pushing one in Dean’s direction. “I’ve been trying to ignore you all day.”

Dean doesn’t move, but instead gives me this studying glare that makes me want to reach across the table and take back the drink I just gave him. After a moment he uncrosses his arms and takes the seat opposite me, though the look on his face has not changed.

It’s probably my voice that did it. I’ve always prided myself on my stoic poker face and lately, my eyes have been stranded in a perpetual state of bloodshottedness; but my voice - low and sounding vaguely of tires on an unpaved road - had betrayed me. I add it to my mental list of shit that has let me down this year.

“Wanna talk about it?” Dean closes his palm around the tumbler, absently tracing the rim in lieu of bringing it to his now pursed lips.

I now understand the look he’d been sporting only moments ago, as I feel my face twist into what I can only assume is a similar look while I silently appraise him. In the few months that I’d known Dean - God, has it really only been months? - I’ve come to appreciate several things about him. First on the list - he is one of the smartest and bravest people I have ever met, rivaled only by his younger but taller brother Sam. Where Dean is all guns-a-blazing, shoot first and ask questions last bravado; Sam is quiet and reserved. Outwardly, he’s a gentle giant, methodically formulating his own opinions and plans, every step carefully considered to the last breath. But underneath his careful nature, he's filled with silent pain, manifesting as an invisible rage that burns to his very core. In some ways, that makes him more dangerous than Dean. Not to say Dean doesn’t have his share of scars and inward struggle, but he wears his heart on his sleeve, though to some the view may seem backward.

“Nope,” I throw back number three and relish the burn as it slithers down my throat to join its already fallen comrades.

Dean nods, squinting as he drags his teeth over his bottom lip and the sight of it makes my belly squirm. Another thing about Dean that I’ve come to appreciate - though it’s only with the help of my good buddy Jack that I’m able to admit it to myself without the dreary side-effects of self loathing and guilt coming along for the ride - is that Dean is just fucking hot. I’ve nearly lost count of the number of drunken fantasies I’ve allowed myself to envision starring the mint-eyed man looking back at me. Though the mornings following such nights have been just as guilt ridden and bleak as if I’d cheated on my husband and woken up next to a stranger. My husband. Chris.

For a moment Chris’ face flashes through my mind and I feel the pressure in my chest mounting as the gaping hole there threatens to overtake me. Before I can process what’s happening I’m gasping for air and I’m struck with the realization that the broken sobs now filling the room are coming from me.

The weight of everything I’ve lost over the last nine months bears down on me, and I can almost feel my soul bowing under it’s unwelcome advance. Nine months ago I’d been living a life of gleeful ignorance where vampires sparkled and things that died stayed dead. That innocence was pillaged from me the night the demon possessed Chris and decimated everything that we’d ever worked for and dreamed about. With it went every single hope and dream I’d ever stowed away for a rainy day, every shred of normality and the very laughter from my lungs.

There are nights I can still see his face, unnaturally contorted as he’d tied up then tortured me; still feel his fingers twisting into my hair as he’d yanked my head back and dragged the tip of the knife along my neck, taunting me. That demon had taken the shape of the man that I’d loved and perverted every memory we’d ever shared as he’d mangled my flesh and laughed. I think that’s the worst part. There was no agenda for him, no grand plan - he’d made that very clear. He’d been bored. Plain and simple.

I don’t remember seeing Sam and Dean knocking down my door, or hearing Sam’s deep, even timbre as he’d calmly recited the Latin that had sent the demon kicking and screaming to the depths of hell. I couldn’t tell you the first words Dean had whispered into my ear as he’d cut the bonds that had held me down or how long I’d been there. The only memory that I have of those last few moments of my old life was the horror that flickered across Chris’ face as he took in my battered, bleeding body before his own breathing ceased and his eyes went slack. That is the mental movie that plays on a never ending loop inside my head and keeps the hole in my chest from healing. Those brief, final moments are what prompted me to accept Sam and Dean’s offer of a room at the bunker, and they continue to fuel my desire to rid the earth of as many evil assholes alongside them as I am physically able to.

I’m suddenly aware of three things - first of all, the tears have stopped - my breathing is still coming in raspy, labored inhales - but the tears are gone. Second, Dean’s strong arms are wrapped tightly around me, one hand pressed firmly against my back and the fingers of the other coming delicately through my gnarled hair, soothingly. Dean’s lips are close to my ear and he’s humming softly; I recognize the tune as a Beatles song. Third - and this is important - my own hands are clutching onto him as though he was the last lifeboat on the Titanic and my face is buried in the crook of his neck, the soft, worn flannel collar now damp from my tears.

When did this happen? Though my brief time with the Winchesters had presented itself with many similar scenarios - me, weepy and mournful, reliving the events of that night in some way and Dean, empathetic and kind, steadfast and unwavering as he watched me put the pieces of my broken self back together, his attempts at assistance all but thwarted by my pride - never had such an occasion ended this particular way.

As we stand there - still unsure when I’d even stood or how Dean came to be holding me, not to mention how long we’d been standing there.  His humming fades, though neither of us attempt to move away. A small voice somewhere in the back of my mind whispers that this is wrong, that this is somehow betraying Chris or his memory. Another voice, stronger and resembling that of my own, whispers back that this is just a hug; a comforting embrace from one friend to another in a time of deepest sorrow. A third voice laughs, a trill, high pitched sound as the second voice makes an annoyed, distinctly teenager sounding noise.

When we finally break apart, the look on Dean’s face is enough to swallow me whole. The green of his eyes is a fine outline around his deep, black pupils as they bore into mine. I am vaguely aware that his hands are still where they had been seconds before. A dozen things spring to mind that I want to say to him as we stand there willing the other to speak first. I want to thank him for saving my life, scream at him for not letting me die with Chris, and laugh at how unsure he looks in this moment, as though he was a 15 year old boy trying to muster the courage for his first kiss. My mouth is dry and none of the words I want to say seem to be forming complete thoughts so I stand there a second longer, allowing the moment to consume me.

“It’s been nine months to the day.” My voice cracks pathetically and had we been further apart, he may not have been able to hear me. Dean nods.

“I know. That’s why I was calling you. I didn’t want you to be alone.” His eyes search mine and though I am not sure what exactly he’s looking for, I can make an educated guess. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“Thank you.” Dean nods again and starts to step back, but my hands haven’t moved either and I clutch tighter at him. I pour every ounce of myself - every thought, every emotion, every fear - into my eyes as I look into his. There is the barest hint of hesitation from Dean as I stretch up and place my lips against his, but he recovers quickly from whatever conflict he’d just been experiencing and it’s like someone lit a match and threw it in a puddle of gasoline.

His hands are everywhere at once and his lips are working magic against my own. For the first time all night, I feel lighter. More than that, I feel something other than the pain and hopelessness I’ve gotten so used to. The feel of his tongue sweeping past my lips and his breath mingling with mine makes me lightheaded as I mold myself against his firm body. Soon my lungs are burning in desperation for fresh oxygen and we break apart, his forehead pressed against mine.

“Y/n,” his voice is softer than a whisper, almost like an exhale, but it speaks loud enough. In true Dean Winchester fashion he’s already erecting walls and fortifying his emotional defenses to put distance between us. He’s telling himself that it’s for my own good and the punishment for his momentary lapse in judgement has already begun.

I refuse.

I refuse to continue to let this year bleed me dry. I refuse to be a prisoner of my own despair. I refuse to let him shut me out like he’s already beginning to do. I. Refuse.

“No!”

Dean’s face is puzzled and truthfully, the forcefulness in my voice is unfamiliar to my own ears.

“Don’t shut me out, Dean. Please. Not now.”

Dean’s mouth forms a little “o” and he blinks down at me. I can tell he is surprised I read him so easily.

“I just...I’m not…” he licks his lips, stalling for time. “It’s not the right…”

“I swear to god if you say ‘it’s not the right time’ I just may throat punch you,” Dean almost chuckles and as he opens his mouth to retort, I cut him off. “This year has been the worst year of my life. Losing Chris...I will never be ‘over’ that. Ever. But you saved me Dean. You and Sam swooped into my life out of nowhere and you saved me. In more ways than one.” I grab Dean’s hand and place it over my heart. “This hole will never not hurt. But I am done allowing the pain to dictate who I am.”

“But the people I care about, y/n,” Dean’s anguish is palpable, “they always wind up hurt.”

“Well, the people I love wind up dead, apparently. You and I understand how fleeting this life is Dean, and I am through hiding from it. Are you?”

Dean’s lips are on mine before I can even blink. His strong arms lift me easily and as he kisses me senseless en route to his room - or my room; frankly I don’t know and I could honestly care less - it’s as though a tiny bit of the person I used to be is filtering back in. A glimmer of hope flashes, albeit briefly, before my eyes. Maybe - possibly - there is a little bit left of this year to love and perhaps with time and healing - and probably loads more Jack - the pain will become a distant memory.

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[iliveiloveiwrite]

Secrets.

Hi! So this is my post on Tumblr for any piece of my writing. I usually post on wattpad and AO3. My main blog is @hairdye-enthusiast and this is my side blog. 

This piece is apart of @because-imma-lady-assface ‘s Will & Grace challenge, I love everything to do with the show so I had so much fun writing this. I’m posting it early because I won’t have time tomorrow to get around to it due to a full day at university and then I’m working all night. 

Warnings: Drugs mention but nothing incredibly serious.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 1′140

“You’re married to him!” Steve shouts. “How can you lose your husband?”

Your eyebrows furrow before your eyes widen in realisation. “It’s drugs. He’s doing drugs. Without me.” Steve looks at you, exasperated at what you just said. “Not that I do drugs, but I’d like to be asked.”

Steve sighs before walking away, shaking his head. 

“Steve! Get back here! My husband is doing drugs without me!”

You watch him walk away, puzzled, you’ve absolutely no idea as to where your husband is. In all the time you’ve been married, he’s never pulled a stunt like this. Sure. he’s disobeyed orders on missions and he sometimes won’t pick up his towel after a shower but he’s never just up and left. You were worried, how could you not be? Your husband was the Winter Soldier for crying out loud, he was a ghost for decades. 

Groaning, you drop your head into your hands. Bucky had been disappearing for a few hours every day for the last week now and you were at your wits end trying to figure out where he goes and what he’s doing. He wasn’t cheating, that much you knew; he was a faithful man. And he still trains, albeit not with you but according to Steve, he comes to his sessions and they both spar for a couple of hours or until they grow tired and that’s when Bucky comes to seek you out. You know his day is done when he comes to your shared room and drops on your bed next to you. You’ll be reading or watching some show on TV, and he’ll grab your hand and place it on his head, silently telling you to run your hands through his hair. It’s the repetitive motion that helps him get to sleep; it’s been years but he’ll struggle falling asleep and then waking up from the inevitable nightmares. You help though, he makes sure to remind you that you help him more than you know.

Smiling at the thought of your husband, you resolve to confront him tonight. the curiosity was driving you insane now. 

You head to your room and try to get some paperwork done before Steve lectures you about having it done on time (though you know he’s never handed in paperwork on time too).

It’s only a couple of hours later when Bucky walks through the door and throws himself dramatically onto the bed; huffing as he does so. He turns onto his side and stares at you with his cerulean blues. “Why are you so far away? Come warm me up.”

“Because, my dear, we got back from a mission two weeks ago and I still haven’t finished the paperwork.”

“Please tell me you aren’t choosing paperwork over your dashingly handsome husband whom you love so much you just want to cuddle up to him to warm him up.”

You laugh, turning from your seat at your desk to look at your husband who is now pouting at you. “Stop laughing at me! Come over here!” 

Sighing, you put your pen down and make your way to Bucky. He opens his arms and you huddle into him, his arms wrap around your back and start to rub up and down. You burrow your head into his chest and sigh in contentment. Bucky kisses your head, murmuring sweet nothings to you. You both bask in the bubble of warmth and love and you almost don’t want to break it because it’s so perfect but your curiosity is getting out of hand.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Where have you been going for the last week? I’ve honestly no clue what you’ve been getting up to and my curiosity is driving me insane.”

He chuckles, his metal arm rubbing your back, “You sure you wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know?”

“Because, doll, it might freak you out.”

“James.” You deadpan. “I’m an assassin, there’s very little that freaks me out these days.”

He laughs, “Ah yes, I forgot you’re as assassin. Well if you really want to know, you’ll have to follow me.”

He stands up, turns to you and holds his hand out to you. You grab it, you’d follow him anywhere, into anything; he’s the love of your life. Linking your fingers together, he pulls your hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. He smiles and pulls you towards the garage where Tony keeps all his cars, he grabs a set of keys and gets in. You follow him and soon you’re both heading off into suburban New York. You’ve no clue where Bucky is taking you, but you have absolute faith in your husband so you smile and reach for his hand across the console.

It isn’t a long drive, an hour from the compound at the most. You pull up outside a house, Bucky turns off the car and turns to you. He points towards the house and says “There you are, that’s where I’ve been going for the past week. I kinda hoped I’d have longer to work on it before you asked.”

You look at the house, it’s colonial definitely, with a large porch and a large garden. It’s amazing, you love it from just one look.

“Can I go inside?” You ask.

“Of course you can, it’s ours doll.”

Now you’re shocked. “Ours? What do you mean ours?”

“Remember at our wedding when Tony said our gift had two parts. The first part being that he paid for the honeymoon even though we said not to. Well the second part was that when we were on the honeymoon, he bought us this house. It was a little run down, and Tony had started refurbishments, and keeping everything simple because he knows how you don’t like things completely over the top. When we got back from the honeymoon, he puled me to one side and handed me the keys. He said to move in when we feel ready, that it’s always there for us. I’ve been going and just finished the rooms up before even suggesting moving to you.”

You look at your husband; your beautiful, incredible and thoughtful husband. And you start to cry, you can’t believe that Tony had bought you a house and that Bucky had been re-decorating it to just how you would like it. You married a selfless man and your heart swells just looking at him, you love him with your entire being, every part of you is gravitated towards this man, and you’ve never been so thankful that he loves you too. You pull him in by the collar for a long kiss, pouring all emotion into it. When you pull away, you only have four words to say to him.

“When do we move?”

[amanda-teaches]

Escaping the Island - Part 1

Series Summary: You’re in for the fight of your life, trapped on a deadly, ghost-filled island with no way out. The only way to survive is by unraveling a murderous plot. Can you figure out who brought you here and why before it’s too late? Or will you, Sam, and Dean all become their next victims?

Chapter Summary: You accompany your best friend to a mysterious dinner at a beautiful, island-based mansion. But, when you arrive, you find that there may be more to this dinner than you ever would have thought possible.

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 3101

Warnings: an overaggressive, manhandling man who grabs the reader; sexy, protective Dean; not much so far

A/N: This is my first ever series! I’ve been planning this for awhile and I’m really excited about it. It was betaed by the fantastic @cyrilconnelly, who helps me so much. I also threw in the quote for @because-imma-lady-assface‘s 300 Follower/Birthday/Will and Grace revival/all around extravaganza celebration! My prompt was a Jack quote (my fav!): “Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten,” and I thought it fit really well in here. I hope y’all enjoy the first part of this 10 part series! Feedback is much appreciated.

Escaping the Island MasterPost

“Come on, Y/N! You have to come with me,” your best friend, Annie Jackson, pleaded as she paced in continuous circles around the couch where you were sitting.

“No, thank you,” you replied, never taking your eyes off the magazine you held in your hands. As Annie continued her loop around the couch, you paid her little attention, only occasionally needing to move your feet off the coffee table to let her pass by. But, as soon as she was clear, your feet went right back to their previous position and your attention right back to your magazine.

Eventually, though, the pacing got to be too much. The sight of her in your peripheral vision was making you dizzy, and you were pretty sure she was going to wear a hole through the floor. You glanced up from your magazine and sighed heavily. “Annie, why don’t you sit? You’re not going to feel any better about this dinner if you exhaust yourself pacing.”

“Fine,” she groaned, flopping down dramatically on the couch next to you, “I’ll sit. BUT, that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of this, Y/N. I need you to come!”

“I can’t, Ann.”

“Give me one good reason why.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hmm, ok. Maybe because, I don’t want to? Besides,” you added before she could argue, “I wasn’t even invited.”

She waved her hand to dismiss that comment. “Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind another guest.”

“Annie…”

Suddenly, you were interrupted by Annie screaming your name so loud that you actually cringed at the high pitch. “Y/N, please,” she begged, looking at you with giant puppy dog eyes. “I can’t do this alone! Please, please, please! I’ll do anything!”

You studied her pleading face for a second before you gave in. “Fine,” you said with a laugh. “I’ll go. I’ll go.”

“Yes,” she muttered, sitting back with a triumphant smile.

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “You knew I’d give in, didn’t you?”

She shot you a look that had a certain gleam you knew all too well. “Well….we are best friends.”

“I knew it!” you cried, jumping up and pointing down at her. “I never should have fallen for the old puppy dog eyes trick.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, it’s too late now. You’re going.”

“Fine, fine,” you muttered resignedly. You placed your hands on your hips and looked down at her. “But, if I’m going to this dinner party, I may as well know what it’s for. Who’s throwing it again?”

“I’m not sure,” Annie whispered. She picked the invitation up from the coffee table and glanced down at it. “It doesn’t say who’s throwing it. It just says I’m invited to a dinner to celebrate the memory of Jacob Dawson.”

“Your old boss? Didn’t he die like a year ago?”

“Yeah, but I guess they decided to finally have a memorial dinner. It’s going to be held at his old house, but it’ll probably just be friends and coworkers sitting around reminiscing about him. He didn’t have any family.”

“I have a question: why are they having a memorial dinner now instead of right after he died? It’s been a year.”

“Beats me,” she shrugged. “But, a free dinner’s a free dinner.”

“I guess,” you said, still a little unsure.

Annie stood up and grabbed your hands excitedly. “Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t look so nervous. It’s just dinner. How bad can it be?”

Five hours later, when you were standing on the edge of the dock freezing through the thin material of your evening dress, you were starting to think that “just dinner” could be pretty bad indeed. In fact, you were seriously starting to regret ever agreeing to come to this dinner with Annie in the first place.

“Uh, Annie,” you muttered, as you picked up the already wet hem of your dress from its place on the ground, “why didn’t you didn’t tell me this thing was on a freezing cold island in the middle of freaking nowhere?”

“You didn’t ask,” she said with nonchalant shrug before she took off down the path in front of you.

You quickly followed, glancing up at the imposing mansion that rested at the top of the steep, hilly path. You let out a low whistle. “Was I the only one who didn’t know that your boss was practically Bruce Wayne?”

“He wasn’t that rich,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with a smile. “At least I don’t think he was.”

You flashed her an expression that screamed of exasperation. “He owned his own island, Ann. His. Own. Island.”

She burst out laughing as the two of you came to a stop in front of the door. “Ok, fair point.” She turned to you and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Here, I’ll make you a deal. We go in now and you’ll be the first to know if I find any batmobiles.”

“Hahaha,” you muttered sarcastically before reaching out to ring the doorbell. But, before you could, the door clicked and slowly creaked open on its own. You looked inside to see who had opened it, but no one was there. “Yeah, that’s not creepy at all….”

“Oh, shush,” Annie said. She grabbed your arm and pulled you inside. “It’s probably just a motion sensor or something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you whispered. “Cause, that’s always what it is in horror movies.”

You walked cautiously into the house and, once you were inside, Annie dropped your arm. Seizing the opportunity, you took a quick look around the vast entryway you were standing in.

The sight momentarily stunned you. It looked like something straight out of a fairytale. Two giant double doors stood facing you, with ornate carvings adorning the edges. There was a grand, sweeping staircase that curved up one wall, around the room, and into the opposite wall, the balcony disappearing into an opening above you. The elegantly patterned tile floor underneath your feet practically gleamed, reflecting the gigantic, waterfall chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

“Wow….” you breathed out quietly. This was the kind of room that demanded a certain element of deference.

Annie, on the other hand, felt no need to be quiet. “Hello?” she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the foyer. “Is anyone here?”

The sound of her reverberating voice instantly brought your attention back to the situation at hand. “Oh, that’s a great idea, Annie. Let the creepy serial killer know we’re here.”

Annie continued to look around the foyer, not even bothering to look your way when she replied. “Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten, Y/N.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “It doesn’t look like anyone’s here, Ann. Maybe we should just go. I don’t think….”

Before you could finish your thought, the massive double doors flew open and a well-dressed man came striding through. He was wearing a three pieced suit that reeked of wealth, his salt and pepper hair slicked back, framing an unpleasant face that was twisted with anger. He leveled a glare in your direction. “Well, it’s about time you showed up. We’ve been waiting here for over 20 minutes! You call that service?!”

“Excuse me?” You backed up slightly as he advanced, his anger startling you.

“When I accepted this ridiculous invitation, I expected a gathering worthy of Jacob’s memory, not this unmitigated disaster. Frankly, young lady, the help showing up late does not make a very good first impression.”

Annie hurried over to your side and held up her hands, stopping the man’s tirade. “No, no, no, Mr. Leder! Y/N’s not the help! She’s with me.”

Mr. Leder turned his glare on Annie. “Oh, Ms. Jackson. I should have known you’d be involved in this whole debacle. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse.”

Annie closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “Nice to see you too, Mr. Leder.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he sneered haughtily before turning on his heels and stalking back through the double doors. You stared after him in shock for a minute before turning to Annie.

“Well, he seems nice…”

Annie turned to you and scowled. “Haha, very funny.” Then, her face fell. “Man, if I had known he was going to be here, I never would have come.”

“Who was that guy anyway?”

“Harold P. Leder. He was Mr. Dawson’s old business partner and I was his secretary too. He didn’t, well, he didn’t exactly like me.”

“I gathered that much, Annie.”

“Yeah,” she muttered, although she seemed distracted, like her mind was somewhere else entirely. “Ugh! I can’t believe he’s here! He hated Mr. Dawson by the time he died. Why would he even come to this?”

“I don’t know, but we don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can still leave.”

Annie smiled for a second, but then she heard Mr. Leder bellowing her name from the other room and her face fell all over again. “So much for that idea,” she muttered. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Hey, now you sound like me,” you whispered playfully, drawing a small laugh out of your friend as you followed her over to the double doors leading to the room off of the foyer.

When you entered, you saw Mr. Leder right away. He was standing by the stately fireplace in the back of the room, with one hand on the mantle and the other hand waving around a tumbler full of scotch. He was talking, or rather yelling, at a beautiful, well-dressed woman standing next to him. She was middle-aged, although, she was the kind of woman that you could tell had been absolutely stunning in her prime.

You happily pulled your eyes away from the fighting pair and over to the couch in front of the fireplace, where another couple was sitting. They were younger, late 20s, maybe early 30s, and they definitely looked happier than Mr. Leder and his companion. The man had his arm around the woman and she was leaning into him familiarly as she chatted with another young woman, who was sitting across from her with her back to you.

Annie leaned over to whisper to you. “The man on the couch is Will McHale. He was Mr. Dawson’s attorney. I’m not sure about the woman next to him. But, I know the other woman. That’s Stacey Crane. She was Mr. Dawson’s girlfriend, if you could call it that. I like to think of her as the gold digger who just missed out on becoming a trophy wife.”

You laughed out loud, inadvertently alerting the people in the room to your presence. At once, they all turned to look you, making you feel instantly self-conscious. You cleared your throat and held up your hand. “Uh, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt your little Downton Abbey convention. As you were.”

You heard a deep laugh come from the other side of the room and instinctively turned to find the source, only to discover that it came from the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He was leaning against the far wall, one ankle crossed over another, looking effortlessly sexy in his dark red flannel and faded jeans. When he saw you looking at him, he smiled and winked. You smiled back.

You glanced over at the taller man standing next to him, who was also intensely attractive in his own right. In fact, you were surprised it taken you this long to notice the two of them. They were both unbelievably sexy and irresistible. You shifted your gaze back to the first man just as the taller, longer-haired one leaned down to address him, making him pull his eyes away from yours, breaking your brief connection.

You were about to turn back to Annie and ask her who the men were when Mr. Leder distracted you by grabbing your arm.

“Ah, I see Ms. Jackson and her little friend have decided to stick around. Y/N, was it?”

“Yes,” you repeated fiercely, anger seething under the surface at the way he was treating you. Did this man have no manners? You tried to pull your arm out of his grip, but his grasp was iron-clad. “Is there a problem?”

“Well,” he whispered spitefully, leaning in close until he was just inches away from your face, “I don’t believe you were invited to this little gathering, Ms. Y/N, and I don’t take kindly to party crashers.”

“Get your hands off of her,” a deep voice boomed from behind you. You shifted your head slightly to see the man with green eyes stalking towards you at a fast speed. He looked downright murderous and you were relieved knowing that you weren’t the target of that anger: Mr. Leder was.

Mr. Leder quickly started backing away from the intensity rolling off of the stranger, but his hand remained on your arm. When the handsome man stopped beside you, he stared Mr. Leder down with a look of pure hatred. “I said, get your hands off of her.”

The woman Mr. Leder had been yelling at earlier rushed forward to diffuse the situation. “Oh, now, let’s not get carried away. There’s no need for fighting.” She turned to Mr. Leder. “Come now, Harold, stop scaring the girl.”

Mr. Leder wavered for just a second before he released your arm. The mystery man instantly relaxed, but he stayed right by your side with his fists gently clenched.

The woman who had calmed Mr. Leder down took the opportunity the silence presented to plaster on an insincere smile and hold out her hand to you. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Gretta Leder. I would like to apologize for my husband’s behavior. He doesn’t always play well with others, but he means you no harm.”

You took a quick glance at the attractive man standing next to you, who was still poised for trouble, and decided to take the high road. “Um, it’s ok, I guess. No harm, no foul. I think we can all just move past it.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” yelled the lawyer, Will McHale, as he stood up to join you. He excitedly clasped Mr. Leder on the shoulder. “All of you should just ignore little old Harold here. I know I always do,” he added with a laugh.

You caught the rage that flickered across Mr. Leder’s face as Will held out his hand to you. “I’m Will McHale, attorney at law. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He gestured to the woman who he had left sitting on the couch. “That right there is my girlfriend, Abby Hallman, and that,” he said, pointing at the gold digger, “is Stacey Crane.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely. As he turned to talk to Annie, you twisted slightly to face your defender. “And how do you fit into this crowd?”

He looked down at you and laughed, the tension easing out of him as his eyes met yours. “I don’t. Actually,” he said, gesturing back at the tall man behind him, “my brother and I don’t even know any of these crazy people. We just met that Dawson guy right before he, um…Well, right before he died.”

“Oh,” you laughed. To tell the truth, you were relieved that he wasn’t associated with the other people in the room. They all seemed like stuck-up, rich snobs, and you couldn’t bear the thought that the man with the dazzling eyes and gorgeous smile was one of them.

His brother, who had curiously stayed out of the entire volatile incident, chose that moment to walk up and stand next to the two of you. “Hi, I’m Sam. Y/N, right?” You nodded and he gave you a warm, comforting smile. “It’s nice to meet you. I see you’ve already met my brother, Dean.”

“Yes.” Dean. His name was Dean. “Thanks for your help, by the way.”

“Not a problem. That guy had no business putting his hands on you.”

“Like hell I didn’t!” Mr. Leder bellowed, interrupting your conversation.

“Harold,” his wife warned, but he paid her no mind.

“I don’t care what any of these morons say. This woman has no business here. She didn’t even know Jacob.”

Dean started towards him. “You know what, you son of a…”

Before Dean could finish his threat, the lights started flickering, stopping him. In unison, everyone looked up and watched as every light in the room started flickering.

“Sammy,” Dean growled urgently as he moved back to stand protectively next to you. The flickering became more intense, and the room shook violently, compelling you to grab Dean’s arm to steady not only your balance but your rapidly beating heart. Suddenly, the lights gave out entirely, plunging the room into darkness. A shrill scream sounded out, echoing throughout the room, and you clutched Dean’s arm tighter.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. The lights came back on revealing everyone in the room again. No one was missing.

“Alright,” Sam said. “Nobody panic. Everything’s going to be fine. Who screamed?”

Everyone shook their heads. Dean groaned angrily. “Well, somebody did. So, who was it?”

“I don’t care who it was,” Stacey cried, jumping up from her seat and pushing her way forward. “I, for one, am definitely not going to stick around to find out. This party is a disaster. I’m out of here.”

She stalked out the door and the group followed, Sam yelling after her as they did. “Ms. Crane, wait! This is serious. We need to stay together.”

“Not happening, handsome. I’m out of here.”

“I’m with her,” Harold Leder asserted, grabbing his wife’s hand. He followed Stacey out the door and into the foyer. Will and his girlfriend, Abby, followed.

Sam raced after them while you, Dean, and Annie entered the foyer at the back of the group. You watched closely as Sam tried in vain to stop the exodus. You started to lean over to ask Dean why his brother was so intent on stopping them from leaving, but you were interrupted by an ear piecing scream. You looked over to see Will’s girlfriend, Abby, frozen with fear. She was pointing just over your shoulder.

You spun around and what you saw in front of you stopped you cold. You heard Annie’s sharp intake of breath beside you, but you barely registered it. You were too focused on the apparition standing in front of you.

It was a honest-to-goodness ghost, and it was staring straight at you.

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Here's the Deal.

For some crazy stinkin' reason 300(+) of you follow me, so we're doing a challenge bitches!

Because my beloved Will & Grace is coming back in September, the prompts for said challenge will be from there. Ok, fine most are Karen. Sue me.

The show comes back September 28th, and my birthday just so happens to be the 18th, so let's go ahead and have everything due the 22nd! I'll make a masterlist, shower you with love and screeches, so on and so forth.

I guess what I'm saying is we're doing a combo Ashley reached 300 (when 10 seems excessive and unrealistic)-Will & Grace comeback-31st birthday-celebration?

"Rules" (we're playing pretty fast and loose here kids) and quotes below the cut.

You don't need to be following me. Sure that's neat, but let's think of this more as a reward for the people who follow my trashy ass for putting up with me.

Open to Marvel and Supernatural characters only. Listen I feel like I'm being generous already considering I really usually only read a few characters from each.

NO SHIPS. I don't want no drama.

No word limits or anything, but for the love of all that's holy if it's over 499 words use a keep reading. I won't reblog if there isn't one.

Fluff, smut, angst, crack, all of the above, invent something new whatever. Knock yourself out. (the only caveat is if you're writing Peter Parker. NO SMUT. HE'S LIKE 12 AND I WANT TO ADOPT HIM NOT BANG HIM. I WON'T READ.)

There are a bunch of prompts because I'm indecisive af I wanted to have a variety. Hopefully there's something that strikes your fancy. 

Anyone, anywhere can say/think/sign the quote. Whatever. Want to make this a series? Great. (if it's the first part please) But you bet your ass you better tag me in every part. Need to change it up a little? Go for it. There are a lot of honey's in Karen's. I get it.

I just ask that you bold it in your fic please. It makes me feel v special

If you have a favorite I missed, let me know what it is and take that instead!

Tag me in your author's note and use ash's 300 w&g challenge in the first 5 tags.

Ok. So now that that's all out of the way. How to sign up you ask? Send an ASK ONLY. For realsies. Super appreciate signal boosts, hearts and what have you (I'm such a slut for tumblr notifications) but signups will only be counted by stopping by my box. I have conveniently numbered them, so just drop a number in there. If I don’t respond to you please let me know! I’d hate to miss anyone because tumblr is being a douchecanoe. 

Questions/Comments/Concerns? Just let me know! 

Now to the fun part:

Karen:

1. Can't talk. Feeling something.

2. Pssst...I'd like you to eat me.

3. Which lever do I pull to be crushed by a safe?

4. Talk to the boob!

5. Oh, honey. I've got a fake laugh with your name written all over it.

6. Because I'm a lady assface.

7. Honey, I own everyone.

8. Honey, I'd suck the alcohol out of a deodorant stick.

9. Speaking of chairs, you look like a fun place to sit.

10. Drink me. I make life more fun.

11. Look! I brought juice boxes!

12. By your inflection, I can tell that you think what you're saying is funny, but...no.

13. You say potato, I say vodka!

14. Oh, I regret the day I ever laid boobs on that man!

15. I'm to tired to slap you. Bash your face against my palm, would ya?

16. I don't drink on holidays. That's for amateurs.

17. It's time to get your head out of the dumps and your legs in the air.

18. Well, there go my Christmas plans of sitting in a dark room and drinking.

19. Normally my motto is drugs not hugs.

20. Right...and this is my first liver.

21. Pretend to care. Pretend to care.

22. No, no. God mad you in his image, and I'm sure he doesn't regret it that much.

23. Honey, my catchphrase is: 24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. You figure it out.

24. I know that we've had our differences in the past, but, really when you get right down to it - oh, look! Better people.

25. Honey, you're simple, you're shallow and you're a common whore. That's why we're soulmates.

Grace:

26. I'm just gonna go to my room and play with myself.

27. Turkey bacon is not real bacon!

28. It's drugs. He's doing drugs. Without me. Not that I do drugs, but I'd like to be asked.

Will:

29. Love is like a horse-drawn carriage ride, it seems romantic at first, but then you realize it's cold and you're staring at an ass that craps right in front of you.

30. I'm listening and not caring at the same time.

Jack:

31. I don't wanna be an adult anymore! It's very hard.

32. Sarcasm noted and quickly forgotten.

33. If something tragic or depraved happened to someone else, I want to hear it.

34. You brought liquor into a movie theater? That is so classy.

35. Welcome to cynical island. Population: you.

36. Sex is a drug, Karen. I should know, I'm a licensed dealer.

Bonus Will & Jack twofer:

37. (Will) What? Where have you been? I've been trying to call you all day. (Jack) Oh, what a coincidence. I've been trying to ignore you all day. 

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Sam Things: @jared-padaloveme @sammy-moo

Dean Things: @akshi8278

Steve Things: @castellandiangelo

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I’ve had a couple of people request this, so here ya go: my masterlist for the SPN Deserved Better 31 Days Creative Challenge hosted by the wonderful @foundfamily4eva ​, in which I basically tried to fix canon for as many of the characters as I could, not just Team Free Will 2.0 + Eileen (although those five all definitely got the endings they deserved, too!). 

Romance-wise, the following ships got at least one work featuring that ship as the sole/primary one: Destiel, Saileen, Midam, Dreamhunter, Dodio, AU Charlie/Stevie, Amara/Rowena. 

Individual character/platonic pair-wise, here are the characters who got at least one work featuring them as the primary character(s): Alex Jones, Bela Talbot, Becky Rosen, Benny Lafitte & Emma Winchester, Bobby Singer & Rufus Turner, Cas & Claire Novak, Cas & Jack Kline, Jack Kline & Amara, Jack & Kelly Kline, Donatello Redfield, Gabriel & Meg, Gadreel, Kaia Nieves, Kevin & Linda Tran, Miracle the Dog. 

(Crowley is also getting his happy ending, but what was supposed to be a short fic is currently at about 10k, so I’ve split that off into a separate project that will be up within a few weeks.) 

Lastly, some honorable mentions/characters that got their happy endings in minor roles in other fics: Alicia & Max Banes, Aaron Bass, AU Bobby Singer, Ellen & Jo Harvelle & Ash, Jenny the Vampire (well...not happy for her: I managed to kill her off twice in two separate fics and in ways that were infinitely more satisfying than in canon and was very happy about it 😄).

All fics are canonverse fix-its and are listed below the cut, grouped roughly by primary ship/featured character(s) and with summaries, approximate word counts, and links to Ao3 when cross-posting occurred. 

I hope these bring as much closure to those who read them as they did to me while I wrote them, and if they make you feel any sort of way, I’d love to hear about it via likes/comments/reblogs/asks! 💙

Begin and End There [T, ~5.5k words, Cas & Jack, Destiel]

After the Empty takes him, Castiel wakes up in the last place he expected, with a second chance at happiness when he reunites with Dean and the latter finally gets to speak his truth. (read on Ao3 or tumblr [part 1] [part 2])

Let’s Misbehave [G, ~600 words, Destiel]

They finally listen to the mixtape and dance. That’s it, that’s the fic. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Cas, Not Castiel [G, ~225 words, Destiel]

Another angel, Hester, had once bitterly remarked that Castiel was lost the moment he laid a hand on Dean in Hell. Years later, after all was said and done, Cas found that he agreed. (read on tumblr)

The Dead Man Lives, Carry On [T, ~1.3k words, Dean Winchester & Dean Winchester, background implied Destiel]

It’s one thing to tell yourself you’re bi. It’s a whole other thing to involve time travel. Then again, when has Dean Winchester ever done things the easy way? OR, the one in which a certain side character from season 1 gets dead a whole heck of a lot sooner. You’re welcome. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

From Heaven With Love [G, ~500 words, Cas & Claire]

During the first Christmas following Chuck's defeat, Castiel surprises Claire with a letter from her parents.  (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Home Is Where the Love Is [G, ~350 words, background Destiel, background Saileen]

Miracle POV, in which Miracle reflects on his new home/family. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Namesake [G, ~600 words, Destiel, background Saileen]

When Sam and Eileen first tell Dean they want to name their unborn son after him, Dean's reaction is one of shock. He plays it off with a joke, though. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Clear As Day [T, ~700 words, Saileen]

Newly returned to existence thanks to Jack, Eileen reunites with Sam; OR, the Saileen reunion we were denied in 15x20. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

It Takes a Village [G, ~300 words, Saileen]

Expecting their first child, Sam and Eileen talk about becoming parents. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Of Love and Loss (and Love) [T, ~350 words, Sam/every canon relationship he’s had w/ endgame Saileen]

For a long time, Sam thought he was done with love. (read on tumblr)

Mother of God [G, ~225 words, Jack & Kelly Kline]

After reuniting his angel dad with his two human dads and rebuilding Heaven, the first thing Jack did was visit his mom. (read on tumblr)

The Happiest Place on Earth [G, ~150 words, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara finally gets to bond with her great-nephew...at Disneyland! :D (read on tumblr)

Good Tidings We Bring [G, ~450 words, Donatello, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara returns Donatello's soul...for Christmas! :D (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Et Nos Cedamus Amori [M, ~550 words, Amara/Rowena]

Rowena wore the crown like she was born to it, and Amara had to admit, it looked good on her. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

What We Deserve [T, ~2.6k words, Midam]

After helping the Winchesters defeat Chuck, Michael avoids Adam until one day, Adam seeks him out; OR, the soft epilogue these two deserved, damn it. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

With Every Fiber of My Being [T, ~900 words, Midam]

After defeating Chuck, Michael and Adam choose each other. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Tender Loving Care [G, ~250 words, Dreamhunter]

Kaia's flu is nothing serious, but that doesn't stop Claire from doting on her.  (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar [T, ~2.1k, Gabriel & Meg]

After escaping from the Empty, Gabriel wanders into a bar, where it turns out he’s not the only one back from the dead. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Rebar Not Included [T, ~1.5k words, Dodio, background Destiel]

Jody and Donna help out the Winchesters by looking into an Ohio case involving masked vampires, and what do you know: not only do they manage to kill a certain side character from season 1 but they ALSO make it through without dying! Oh, and they kiss, just because they can. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Heal [T, ~1.1k words, Charlie/Stevie]

Charlie’s being distant, and Stevie doesn’t understand why. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Homecoming [T, ~500 words, Kevin & Linda Tran]

In which Kevin Tran gets the happy ending he deserved. (read on tumblr)

When Life Imitates Art [G, ~500 words, Becky Rosen]

Becky starts a new job as a staff writer for HBO's upcoming adaptation of the Supernatural book series. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Family Don’t End in Blood [T, ~300 words, Alex & Wayward Sisters]

A decade ago, if someone had asked Alex what family meant, she would have said blood and believed it. (read on tumblr)

Home [T, ~300 words, Kaia & Wayward Sisters]

In which Kaia finally has a home. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

The Golden Years [G, ~600 words, Bobby & Rufus, implied Bobby/Ellen]

In which, now that Bobby’s finally enjoying retirement in the new Heaven, he’d really like to just forget about that one time he kissed Crowley. Unfortunately for him, Rufus has other plans. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Be at Peace [G, ~600 words, Gadreel, background Gadreel/OFC]

In which Gadreel escapes the Empty and gets a soft epilogue. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Well Met [G, ~200 words, Benny & Emma]

In hindsight, faking his own death is the best thing Benny’s ever done. (read on tumblr)

The Right Hand [T, ~175 words, Bela Talbot]

Some closure for Bela Talbot, anyone? (read on tumblr)

Screw Sad Finales: Here’s to Victory Parties! [G, ~350 words, Gen with a few non-TFW background ships hinted]

After defeating Chuck, Sam and Dean throw a party! With appearances by Cas, Eileen, Jack, the Wayward Sisters, Adam and Michael, Charlie and Stevie, Kevin and Linda Tran, Rowena, Amara, Garth and his family, Bobby, Max and Alicia Banes, and Aaron Bass. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

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[TASK 181: BARBADOS]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 300+ Barbadian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Blythe Danner (1943) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actress.

Adrienne Banfield-Jones (1953) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - tv personality.

Alison Sealy-Smith (1959) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Dee C Lee / Diane Catherine Sealy (1961) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Judith Christie McAllister (1963) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and pianist.

Annie Ruddock / Anne-Marie Ruddock (1963) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Sommore / Lori Ann Rambough (1966) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, Afro-Vincentian - comedian and actress. 

Des’ree / Desiree Annette Weeks (1968) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter.

Mari Morrow (1968) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actress and model.

Rachael Crawford (1969) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Nia Long (1970) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Trinidadian, African-American - actress.

Tamara Taylor (1970) Afro-Barbadian, African-Canadian / Scottish - actress and model.

Alison Hinds (1970) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Jada Pinkett Smith (1971) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / African-American - actress, singer-songwriter, comedian, and businesswoman.

Tweet / Charlene Keys (1971) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Fatima Faloye (1972) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actress.

Shaznay Lewis (1975) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actress and singer-songwriter. 

Melyssa Ford (1976) Afro-Barbadian / Norwegian, Russian - actress and model.

Katherine Moennig (1977) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Scottish - actress.

Nadia Nascimento (1978) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

La’Myia Good (1979) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and singer.

Ms. Dynamite / Niomi McLean-Daley (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - singer-songwriter, rapper, and producer.

Meagan Good (1981) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Puerto Rican / African-American, Cherokee, Jewish - actress and director.

Jodie Connor (1981) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, Unspecified White] - singer, dancer, and lyricist.

Makyla Smith (1982) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Kelli Young (1982) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.

Shystie / Chanel Cali (1983) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - actress and rapper-songwriter.

Leah Marville (1985) Afro-Barbadian - actress, model, tv host, and Miss Caribbean 2009.

Shontelle / Shontelle Layne (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Annaliese Dayes (1986) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Grenadian, Afro-Vincentian / Afro-Jamaican - model, television personality, and presenter.

Zaraah Abrahams (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Iraqi / Afro-Jamaican - actress.

Simonne Jones (1987) Afro-Barbadian, Cherokee - singer-songwriter and producer.

Karla Crome (1988) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Livvi Franc / Olivia Charlotte Waithe (1988) Afro-Barbadian / English - singer.

Nikita Gibson / Nikhita Maheshwaram (1989) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (nikita___g).

Jasmine Richards (1990) Afro-Barbadian - actress and singer.

Crystal B (1990) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (keepinupwitcrystal).

Jasmine Tookes (1991) African-American, Afro-Barbadian, Brazilian, Irish, English - model.

Amanda Reifer (1992) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Ash Forde (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Guyanese - instagrammer (itsashforde).

Vita Chambers (1993) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Nilüfer Yanya (1994 or 1995) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Turkish - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, and composer.

Malissa Alanna 1995) Barbadian / British - singer.

Hazel Amari (1997) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (hazelamari).

Challan Trishann (1998) Afro-Barbadian - instagrammer (challxn).

Syrus-Antonio Henry (1999) Afro-Barbadian - tiktoker (syrushenry).

Willow Smith (2000) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - singer, actress and dancer. 

Jade Alleyne (2001) Afro-Barbadian / Scottish - actress.

Lisa Codrington (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress and playwright.

April Gooding (?) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actress and comedian.

Lene Hall / Sherrylene Hall (?) Afro-Barbadian - model.

Ginny Holder (?) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Guyanese - actress.

Melanie Nicholls-King (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Leonie Haynes-Moses (?) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Afro-Grenadian - actress. 

Dystin Johnson (?) Afro-Barbadian - actress.

Shanel Marie (?) Afro-Barbadian - model and Miss Universe Barbados.

Angie Greaves (?) Afro-Barbadian - radio presenter.

F - Athletes:

Carlota Gooden (1936) Panamanian [Afro-Barbadian] - sprinter.

Marita Payne (1960) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Jennifer Stoute (1965) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Andrea Blackett (1976) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Alana Shipp (1982) Barbadian [Afro-Guyanese] - bodybuilder.

Tamisha Williams (1982) Afro-Barbadian - badminton player. 

Ebony Rainford-Brent (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Jade Bailey (1983) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Nikkita Holder (1987) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Carlie Pipe (1987) Barbadian - long-distance runner. 

Shakera Selman (1989) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Kierre Beckles (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Crystal Emmanuel (1991) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Deandra Dottin (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Sade Sealy (1992) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Kyshona Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Kycia Knight (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Shamilia Connell (1992) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Lani Cabrera (1993) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer. 

Sonia Gaskin (1994) Afro-Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Tia-Adana Belle (1996) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler.

Shaquana Quintyne (1996) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Sada Williams (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Hayley Matthews (1998) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

M:

Oliver Jones (1934) Afro-Barbadian - pianist, composer, and arranger.

Earl Maynard (1935) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder and professional wrestler. 

Kenny Lynch (1938) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, British - actor, singer-songwriter, and entertainer.

Roy Callender (1940) Afro-Barbadian - actor, bodybuilder, and wrestler.

Labi Siffre / Claudius Afolabi Siffre (1945) Afro-Barbadian, Belgian / Yoruba Nigerian - singer-songwriter, guitarist, keyboardist, poet, and writer.

Grynner / MacDonald Blenman (1946) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Trevor W. Payne (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer and composer.

Mighty Gabby / Anthony Carter (1948) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

George Harris (1949) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Grenadian - actor.

Dan Aykroyd (1952) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, musician, comedian, and filmmaker.

Dennis Bovell (1953) Afro-Barbadian - bassist, guitarist, and producer.

S. K. Thoth (1954) Afro-Barbadian / Russian Jewish - singer, violinist, dancer, and performance artist.

Anthony Kellman (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter, composer, poet, and novelist.

Peter Aykroyd (1955) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, French, English, Dutch - actor, comedian, and writer.

Charles D. Lewis (1955) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Oliver Skeete (1956) Afro-Barbadian - actor, reality tv personality, and showjumper.

Anthony Johnson (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer.

Kenny Robinson (1957) Afro-Barbadian - actor, comedian, and DJ.

Ainsley Harriott (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - actor, tv presenter, celebrity chef, and entertainer.

Grandmaster Flash / Joseph Saddler (1958) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and DJ.

Daddy G / Grantley Evan Marshall (1969) Afro-Barbadian - DJ. 

Peter Parros (1960) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Trinidadian / African-American - actor and screenwriter.

Redd Pepper / Richardson Green (1961) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Michael Paul Welch (1962) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Carl Cox (1962) Afro-Barbadian - musician, DJ, radio host, and producer.

Daddae / Daddae Harvey / Phillip Harvey (1964) Afro-Barbadian - guitarist, keyboardist, and percussionist.

Clive Rowe (1964) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

David Harewood (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Steve Toussaint (1965) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Arturo Tappin (1965) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and flutist.

Doug E. Fresh / Douglas Davis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - rapper, beatboxer, and producer.

Michael Kinney (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Paul J. Medford (1967) Afro-Barbadian - actor and performer.

Rayvon / Bruce Alexander Michael Brewster (1968) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Shannon Leto (1970) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - guitarist-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, percussionist, producer, and photographer.

Lamman Rucker (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - actor.

Richard Blackwood (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, rapper, and presenter.

Tegan Summer (1972) Afro-Barbadian - actor, producer, lyricist, and writer.

Mark Morrison (1972) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

Shaun Parkes (1973) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Akin Omotoso (1974) Afro-Barbadian / Yoruba Nigerian - actor and filmmaker.

Adrian Holmes (1974) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Laurence Westgaph (1975) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican / Nigerian - model and tv presenter.

Rupee / Rupert Clarke (1975) Afro-Barbadian / German - singer-songwriter and producer.

Jake Paltrow (1975) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actor, director, and screenwriter.

Demore Barnes (1976) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Big O / Omar Gooding (1976) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, and comedian.

Mr. Lif / Jeffrey Haynes (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.

Lewis Parker (1977) Afro-Barbadian - rapper and producer.

Ryan Leslie (1978) Afro-Barbadian, Irish / Surinamese [Chinese, Dutch, Possibly Other] - singer-songwriter, keyboardist, drummer, guitarist, bassist, trumpeter, producer, and arranger.

Soweto Kinch (1978) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican, English - saxophonist.

Danny Foster (1979) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - singer and television personality.

Robert Christopher Riley (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - actor.

Clé Bennett (1981) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Hypasounds / Damien Etienne (1982) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Akala / Kingslee McLean Daley (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Afro-Grenadian / Irish, Scottish, English, German - rapper-songwriter, poet, journalist, and activist.

Ryan Thomas (1984) Barbadian - actor.

King Shabaka / Shabaka Hutchings (1984) Afro-Barbadian - saxophonist and clarinetist.

Bryn Christopher (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer-songwriter.

Dwane Husbands (1985) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Hal Linton (1986) Afro-Barbadian - singer and producer. 

Teebs / Mtendere Mandowa (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Malawian - rapper, visual artist, and producer.

Dave East / David Lawrence Brewster Jr. (1988) Afro-Barbadian, Dominican, Louisiana Creole - actor and rapper-songwriter.

Alfred Enoch (1988) Brazilian [Afro-Barbadian] / English - actor.

DJ Puffy / Andre Parris (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - DJ.

Nathan Bryon (1991) Afro-Barbadian - actor and author.

Jaicko / Jaicko Lawrence (1991) Afro-Barbadian - singer. 

Tory Lanez / Daystar Peterson (1992) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Curaçaon - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

Lamar Johnson (1994) Afro-Barbadian - actor and dancer.

Callum Wright (1994) Barbadian - singer. 

Spencer Gooding (1994) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.

Robb Bank$ / Robb Banks / Richard O'Neil Burrell (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter and producer.

Mitchell Donnell-Ralph Hughes (1994) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (TheBajanCanadian).

Slowthai / Tyron Kaymone Frampton (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Irish - rapper.

Daniel Caesar (1995) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - singer-songwriter and guitarist.

Mason Gooding (1996) Afro-Barbadian, African-American / Austrian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish, German Jewish, Hungarian Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Moldovan Jewish, Polish Jewish, Romanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Ukrainian Jewish - actor.

Killy / Khalil Tatem (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Filipino - rapper-songwriter, singer, and producer.

Desiigner / Sidney Royel Selby III (1997) Afro-Barbadian, African-American - rapper-songwriter and singer.

Jaden Smith (1998) 1/8 Afro-Barbadian, 1/8 Afro-Jamaican, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, singer and model. 

Don bbw (1998) Afro-Barbadian - youtuber (Don’s Life).

Shawn Singleton (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor, musician, DJ, and producer.

Chris Jarman (?) Afro-Barbadian - actor.

Harry Danner (?) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English - actor and singer.

Red Plastic Bag / Stedson Wiltshire (?) Afro-Barbadian - singer.

M - Athletes:

Albert Beckles (1930) Afro-Barbadian - bodybuilder. 

Garfield Sobers (1936) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Wes Hall (1937) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Jeffrey Alleyne (1938) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.

Glenroy Sealy (1940) Barbadian - cricketer.

Vincent Brewster (1940) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Ferguson Jenkins (1942) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - baseball player.

John Shepherd (1943) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Colin Blades (1944) Barbadian - cricketer.

Rod Carew (1945) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Panamanian - baseball player.

John Vaughan (1945) Barbadian - cricketer.

Tony Howard (1946) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Nolan Clarke (1948) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Robert Callender (1950) Barbadian - cricketer.

Joel Garner (1952) Barbadian - cricketer.

Orlando Greene (1953) Barbadian - middle-distance runner. 

Elson Seale (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Cliff Marshall (1955) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Teddy Foster (1955) Barbadian - cricketer.

Wayne Daniel (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.

Desmond Haynes (1956) Barbadian - cricketer.

Elvis Forde (1959) Barbadian - sprinter. 

Tony Sealy (1959) Afro-Barbadian / Unknown - footballer.

James Waithe (1961) Afro-Barbadian - judoka. 

Gladstone Small (1961) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Alvin Howard (1962) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Sam Seale (1962) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Pearson Best (1963) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.

Phil Nurse (1963) Afro-Barbadian - Muay Thai kickboxer.

Roger Blades (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Dennis Archer (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Raymond Denny (1963) Barbadian - cricketer.

Nigel Benn (1964) Afro-Barbadian - boxer.

Wendell White (1964) Barbadian - cricketer.

Michael Gilkes (1965) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

John Regis (1966) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

George Codrington (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Anderson Cummins (1966) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Robert Bailey (1968) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Nicholas Ifill (1968) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Simon Husbands (1969) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.

Martin Blackman (1970) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.

Slade Callaghan (1970) Barbadian - horse racer.

Don Maxwell (1971) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Stan Collymore (1971) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.

Fred Brathwaite (1972) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Ian Lowe (1973) Afro-Barbadian - long jumper.

Patrick Husbands (1973) Afro-Barbadian - horse racer.

Gus Hurdle (1973) Afro-Barbadian - footballer. 

Anson Carter (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Dru Onyx / Soa Amin / Rodney Kellman (1974) Afro-Barbadian - wrestler.

Orlando Jordan (1974) Afro-Barbadian

Jamal Mayers (1974) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Ryan Bovell (1974) Caymanian [Afro-Barbadian] - cricketer.

Kevin Weekes (1975) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Obadele Thompson (1976) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Jonathan C. Jones (1976) Barbadian - horse racer.

Shane de Freitas (1977) Barbadian - gymnast. 

Corey Collymore (1977) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Wayne Andrews (1977) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Nicholas Neckles (1978) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Mark McCammon (1978) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Carl Greenidge (1978) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Marlon Harewood (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Emmerson Boyce (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Paul Ifill (1979) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Pierre Browne (1980) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Joel Ward (1980) Afro-Barbadian - ice hockey player.

Fitz Hall (1980) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Michael Carberry (1980) Afro-Barbadian / Guyanese - cricketer.

Ashley Cole (1980) Afro-Barbadian / English - footballer.

Jon Nurse (1981) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tino Best (1981) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Ryan Moseley (1982) Barbadian - baseball player.

Dwayne Smith (1983) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Dave Simpson (1983) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Terrence Haynes (1984) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Josh Gibson (1984) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Andrew Hinds (1984) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Winston Justice (1984) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Daryl Ferguson (1985) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Grenadian - footballer.

Louie Soares (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

James Perch (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Ashley Carew (1985) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Martyn Forde (1985) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Jonathan Forte (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tom Soares (1986) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Jack Sealy (1987) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 mix of Hong Kongese, English - footballer.

Andrew Harris (1987) Afro-Barbadian - Canadian football player.

Stefan Leslie (1987) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - footballer.

Ramon Gittens (1987) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Ramon Harewood (1987) Afro-Barbadian - American football player.

Nicholas Standford (1987) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Stephen Headley (1988) Barbadian - sprinter.

Kemar Roach (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer.

Ryan Brathwaite (1988) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Ashley Nurse (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Chris Jordan (1988) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Freddie Freeman (1989) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Scottish, French, English - baseball player.

Damian Warner (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified White - decathlete.

Jamar Dixon (1989) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Nick Blackman (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Polish Jewish, Dutch Jewish - footballer.

Cristian Morton (1989) Afro-Barbadian / Igbo Nigerian - hurdler.

Kieran Gibbs (1989) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Andrew Lewis (1989) Trinidadian [Barbadian] - sailor.

Shane Brathwaite (1990) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Greg Douglas (1990) Afro-Barbadian - sailor.

Christian Taylor (1990) Afro-Barbadian - triple jumper.

Krystian Pearce (1990) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Greggmar Swift (1991) Afro-Barbadian - hurdler. 

Jason Holder (1991) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

La’Vere Corbin-Ong (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Malaysian, Chinese - footballer.

Nick Wiggins (1991) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.

Keasel Broome (1991) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified - footballer.

Aaron Brown (1992) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican - sprinter.

Darian King (1992) Afro-Barbadian - tennis player.

Burkheart Ellis (1992) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Louis Moss (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Tom Ince (1992) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Russell Elcock (1993) Afro-Barbadian - cyclist. 

Tyrone Mings (1993) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Andre de Grasse (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Trinidadian - sprinter.

Tyler Blackett (1994) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Hallam Hope (1994) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Jofra Archer (1995) Afro-Barbadian - cricketer. 

Andrew Wiggins (1995) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - basketball player.

Levi Cadogan (1995) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter. 

Justyn Knight (1996) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - long-distance runner.

Conor Benn (1996) Afro-Barbadian / English - boxer.

Tafari Moore (1997) Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Derek Cornelius (1997) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - footballer.

Mario Burke (1997) Afro-Barbadian - sprinter.

Alex Sobers (1998) Afro-Barbadian - swimmer.

Kaeson Trench (2000) Afro-Barbadian - footballer.

Akil Thomas (2000) Afro-Barbadian / Unspecified Other - ice hockey player.

Problematic:

Michael Douglas (1944) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Belgian, French, English, Dutch / Belarusian Jewish - actor and producer. - Allegations of sexual assault.

Afrika Bambaataa (1957) Afro-Barbadian / Afro-Jamaican - rapper-songwriter, keyboardist, DJ, and producer. - Multiple accusations of child sexual assault/pedophilia.

Stacey Dash (1966 or 1967) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actress. - Openly supportive of Donald Trump for President, openly supportive of the NRA, transphobic comments, racist comments, Islamophobic comments, and accusations of domestic abuse.

Cuba Gooding Jr. (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, director, producer, and writer. - Accusations of sexual assault by 22 different women.

LL Cool J / James Todd Smith (1968) 1/4 Afro-Barbadian, 3/4 African-American - actor, rapper, producer, and author. - Misogyny.

Jared Leto (1971) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Mi’kmaq, Irish, Spanish, Cajun, Scottish, French, Dutch, German, English - actor, singer-songwriter, and director. - Accusations of rape, accusations of pedophilia/preying on underage girls, accusations of sexually harassing fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, accusations of otherwise harassment towards fellow cast members of Suicide Squad, transphobic comments, appropriated Japanese Yakuza tattoos, played a Japanese character in The Outsider, and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Dallas Buyers Club.

Damon Dash (1971) Afro-Barbadian, African-American, Mexican - actor, director, producer, writer, and record executive. - Accusations of domestic abuse and neglecting to pay child support.

Gwyneth Paltrow (1972) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Irish, Swiss, German, English / Polish Jewish, Lithuanian Jewish, Russian Jewish, Belarusian Jewish - actress, singer, and author. - Featured anti-vaxxer Kelly Brogan on her website, cultural appropriation, and use of the n word.

Benedict Cumberbatch (1976) Barbadian [Unspecified White], Antiguan [Unspecified White], Scottish, Welsh, Cornish, French, Swiss, Swedish, German, Dutch, English - actor. - White-washed Khan Noonien Singh in Star Trek: Into Darkness and played a transgender woman (despite being a cisgender man) in Zoolander 2.

Baka Not Nice / Travis Savoury (1979) Afro-Barbadian - rapper-songwriter and singer. - Convicted of sex trafficking young girls, convicted of domestic abuse, convicted of aggravated assault, and convicted of armed robbery.

Rihanna / Robyn Rihanna Fenty (1988) Barbadian [Afro-Barbadian, English, Scottish, Irish] / Afro-Guyanese - singer-songwriter, model, and actress - appropriated and sexualized the Japanese kanzashi and kimono, appropriated and sexualized the Indian bindi and sari, sexualized the Hindu deity Shiva, appropriated Egyptian culture, consistently referred to a Vietnamese woman (Karrueche Tran) as “r**e c***s”/”r**e”, and did “c***k eyes”.

A$AP Rocky / ASAP Rocky / Rakim Athelaston Mayers (1988) Afro-Barbadian / African-American - actor, rapper-songwriter, model, director, and producer. - Homophobic comments and convicted of aggravated assault.

Leigh-Anne Pinnock (1991) Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Jamaican, Possibly Other - singer. - Defended her boyfriend after he made homophobic remarks.

[because-imma-lady-assface]

THIS IS SO SWEET AND FLUFFY AND OH MY GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH! 

Thank you for joining. I giggled so hard at how you used the quote. Seriously wonderful job. Who doesn’t love a fluffy Bucky.

Gonna tag @sammy-moo  and @amanda-teaches because I know they both love them some Bucky too :)

Secrets.

Hi! So this is my post on Tumblr for any piece of my writing. I usually post on wattpad and AO3. My main blog is @hairdye-enthusiast and this is my side blog. 

This piece is apart of @because-imma-lady-assface ‘s Will & Grace challenge, I love everything to do with the show so I had so much fun writing this. I’m posting it early because I won’t have time tomorrow to get around to it due to a full day at university and then I’m working all night. 

Warnings: Drugs mention but nothing incredibly serious.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 1′140

“You’re married to him!” Steve shouts. “How can you lose your husband?”

Your eyebrows furrow before your eyes widen in realisation. “It’s drugs. He’s doing drugs. Without me.” Steve looks at you, exasperated at what you just said. “Not that I do drugs, but I’d like to be asked.”

Steve sighs before walking away, shaking his head. 

“Steve! Get back here! My husband is doing drugs without me!”

You watch him walk away, puzzled, you’ve absolutely no idea as to where your husband is. In all the time you’ve been married, he’s never pulled a stunt like this. Sure. he’s disobeyed orders on missions and he sometimes won’t pick up his towel after a shower but he’s never just up and left. You were worried, how could you not be? Your husband was the Winter Soldier for crying out loud, he was a ghost for decades. 

Groaning, you drop your head into your hands. Bucky had been disappearing for a few hours every day for the last week now and you were at your wits end trying to figure out where he goes and what he’s doing. He wasn’t cheating, that much you knew; he was a faithful man. And he still trains, albeit not with you but according to Steve, he comes to his sessions and they both spar for a couple of hours or until they grow tired and that’s when Bucky comes to seek you out. You know his day is done when he comes to your shared room and drops on your bed next to you. You’ll be reading or watching some show on TV, and he’ll grab your hand and place it on his head, silently telling you to run your hands through his hair. It’s the repetitive motion that helps him get to sleep; it’s been years but he’ll struggle falling asleep and then waking up from the inevitable nightmares. You help though, he makes sure to remind you that you help him more than you know.

Smiling at the thought of your husband, you resolve to confront him tonight. the curiosity was driving you insane now. 

You head to your room and try to get some paperwork done before Steve lectures you about having it done on time (though you know he’s never handed in paperwork on time too).

It’s only a couple of hours later when Bucky walks through the door and throws himself dramatically onto the bed; huffing as he does so. He turns onto his side and stares at you with his cerulean blues. “Why are you so far away? Come warm me up.”

“Because, my dear, we got back from a mission two weeks ago and I still haven’t finished the paperwork.”

“Please tell me you aren’t choosing paperwork over your dashingly handsome husband whom you love so much you just want to cuddle up to him to warm him up.”

You laugh, turning from your seat at your desk to look at your husband who is now pouting at you. “Stop laughing at me! Come over here!” 

Sighing, you put your pen down and make your way to Bucky. He opens his arms and you huddle into him, his arms wrap around your back and start to rub up and down. You burrow your head into his chest and sigh in contentment. Bucky kisses your head, murmuring sweet nothings to you. You both bask in the bubble of warmth and love and you almost don’t want to break it because it’s so perfect but your curiosity is getting out of hand.

“Bucky?”

“Yes, doll?”

“Where have you been going for the last week? I’ve honestly no clue what you’ve been getting up to and my curiosity is driving me insane.”

He chuckles, his metal arm rubbing your back, “You sure you wanna know?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know?”

“Because, doll, it might freak you out.”

“James.” You deadpan. “I’m an assassin, there’s very little that freaks me out these days.”

He laughs, “Ah yes, I forgot you’re as assassin. Well if you really want to know, you’ll have to follow me.”

He stands up, turns to you and holds his hand out to you. You grab it, you’d follow him anywhere, into anything; he’s the love of your life. Linking your fingers together, he pulls your hand up to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of it. He smiles and pulls you towards the garage where Tony keeps all his cars, he grabs a set of keys and gets in. You follow him and soon you’re both heading off into suburban New York. You’ve no clue where Bucky is taking you, but you have absolute faith in your husband so you smile and reach for his hand across the console.

It isn’t a long drive, an hour from the compound at the most. You pull up outside a house, Bucky turns off the car and turns to you. He points towards the house and says “There you are, that’s where I’ve been going for the past week. I kinda hoped I’d have longer to work on it before you asked.”

You look at the house, it’s colonial definitely, with a large porch and a large garden. It’s amazing, you love it from just one look.

“Can I go inside?” You ask.

“Of course you can, it’s ours doll.”

Now you’re shocked. “Ours? What do you mean ours?”

“Remember at our wedding when Tony said our gift had two parts. The first part being that he paid for the honeymoon even though we said not to. Well the second part was that when we were on the honeymoon, he bought us this house. It was a little run down, and Tony had started refurbishments, and keeping everything simple because he knows how you don’t like things completely over the top. When we got back from the honeymoon, he puled me to one side and handed me the keys. He said to move in when we feel ready, that it’s always there for us. I’ve been going and just finished the rooms up before even suggesting moving to you.”

You look at your husband; your beautiful, incredible and thoughtful husband. And you start to cry, you can’t believe that Tony had bought you a house and that Bucky had been re-decorating it to just how you would like it. You married a selfless man and your heart swells just looking at him, you love him with your entire being, every part of you is gravitated towards this man, and you’ve never been so thankful that he loves you too. You pull him in by the collar for a long kiss, pouring all emotion into it. When you pull away, you only have four words to say to him.

“When do we move?”

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Now that that’s out of the way. HOLY. SHIT. This is amazing. I mean...I just...what did I just read???? I’m so in love with this it’s probably a little embarrassing...as is the level of feelings it gave me. Thank you so much for joining my challenge! This isn’t a place I would’ve thought you could take that quote, and I’m so impressed. Amazing job!

Once Upon a Time

Word Count: 2,500

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned), Chris (OC - mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, death, depression other warnings in the tags

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve written in weeks for various reasons - it feels good to be back in the game a bit! This was written for @because-imma-lady-assface’s Ashley reached 300 Will & Grace comeback-31st birthday-celebration. My prompt is bolded below.

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Once Upon a Time

Four days.

As I look at the smiling faces in the photograph - their eyes full of life and their steadfast hope of a future full of possibility and joy - that’s the only thing I can think; four days. In some ways four days can feel like eternity; like I used to feel on a Monday afternoon, as I answered another email and picked up another phone call, the hopelessness that Friday may never come would begin to engulf me. In other ways it can feel like an instant - a blink of an eye - the way it felt when it came time to say goodbye to my summer camp fling on the last day, the realization that we may never see each other again sobering as we wondered where the last week had gone. There are times, however, when four days passes exactly the way it’s meant to, and I suppose, looking back now - though the memories have begun to dull and blur around the edges - that’s what it must have felt like at that time.

There was nothing special about the four days that followed the photograph now illuminating my screen, and I suspect that those same smiling faces - now staring unblinkingly back at me from their pixelated home - remained smiling; blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. They seem to be now laughably oblivious to the fact that just four days stood between the people they were and the people they would be forced to become.

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