#i love that woman so much she is so so smart

[myloveer0]

My lovely darling

Girlfriend Ambessa Medarda X Fem!reader

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Summary: You were just trying to survive your family reunion when Ambessa Medarda—your girlfriend—showed up unannounced. Now, you have no choice but to introduce her to your entire clan. What’s got you nervous isn’t just introducing any partner—it’s the fact that you’re dating a woman who also happens to be twice your age.

💋 Enough with the smut we need sweet girlfriend Ambessa💋

Part III is here took it longer than i expected. Since this is modern setting i think Ambessa would likely be a rich ceo.

Part III (final)

“And… what exactly do you do, Miss Medarda?” your mom asked, her tone light but loaded.

You look at your mom with a pleading eye telling her to stop but she was totally ignoring you. Like you don't exist. Wonderful..

"Nothing much, Mrs. [Last Name] but I do own a business called Medarda Enterprises," Ambessa replied smoothly, as if it were nothing remarkable. "We specialize in international investments and infrastructure. If you don't mind, Y/N mentioned about your passion for cooking, so I brought you a little gift. I hope you'd be please.."

You swallowed, waiting. This was Ambessa’s way of extending goodwill, and you prayed your mother wouldn’t outright reject it. God! She sound so smart and formal.

But the room went dead silent. Even your cousins, usually glued to their phones, looked up. You saw your dad’s who was in the side, eyes widen slightly, realizing.

Medarda Enterprises.

Everyone knew it. Ambessa wasn’t just rich—she was influencial and wealthy. She owned one of the biggest enterprises, and their latest expansion had set its sights on your country. It was no wonder your family recognize it immediatly.

And the CEO herself? She had a reputation of her ruthless business deals and nonsense attitude they weren’t just office gossip they made headlines. And the owner of such, here she was, sitting casually in your family’s dining room, sipping wine like she hadn’t just sent the entire room into stunned silence.

Your mom cleared her throat, but her voice had lost a bit of its edge. “T-that’s… quite the achievement,” she said carefully. “I suppose running such an empire doesn’t leave much time for… personal matters? And beside you don’t seem to be the type of person who would date someone like my daughter.”

You flinched, opening your mouth to protest, but Ambessa placed a firm hand over yours under the table. She exhaled a quiet chuckle.

“And what type of person would that be?”

Your mother shrugged unsure, but now her voice was low. “A woman like you… Y-you have power, wealth, influence.You seems to have everything under your finger. You can have anything you want. So why my daughter? of all people..”

Your stomach twisted. Your mother wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. It show how against she was in the relationship.

Ambessa wiped her mouth with a napkin, taking her time. “Your child is a remarkable person,” she said, her voice cool and calm. “Independent. Intelligent. Capable of making her own choices.” She finally met your mother’s gaze, “Do you doubt that? What exactly do you think your daughter is lacking, Mrs. [Last Name]?”

Your mother’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not about lacking,” she said “It’s about reality. People in your position don’t settle down with people like us. They take what they want and move on when it’s convenient.”

A muscle in your jaw tightened. She thinks this is temporary. She thinks you’re temporary. And worst of all, she thinks your relationship with Ambessa is just a phase—something fleeting, something Ambessa will eventually grow tired of.

You opened your mouth, ready to argue, but Ambessa beat you to it. Her gaze flickered to you. She wanted you to stay put, to trust her. This was her fight, and she didn’t want you to bear the weight of it any longer.

Ambessa’s expression darkened just a fraction. If this had been anyone else, she would have shut them down without hesitation. Ambessa Medarda did not entertain opposition, especially from those who dared to speak ill of her. But this was different.

This was your mother, and despite your mother poor choice of word, Ambessa held herself back, maintaining a measured respect.

She deeply understood at your mother reaction.

Ambessa leaned back in her chair, “I understand why you would think that, Mrs. [Last Name]” she said, voice smooth but firm. “People like me… we don’t have the best reputation, do we? And i understood my past doesn’t inspire trust. But my intentions are not temporary, and neither is my love for your daughter.”

Your mother’s fingers twitched slightly, “And you expect me to just believe that?”

Ambessa tilted her head, considering. Then she smirked—not mocking, but with confidence. “No,” she admitted. “I expect you to watch and see for yourself.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “That’s a rather diplomatic answer.”

“I can be far less diplomatic, if you’d prefer.”

Your mother exhaled sharply through her nose, breaking contact first.. And continue “Let's just be honest here for once, Miss Medarda,” she pressed on “what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

Ambessa’s expression didn’t change, but you felt her grip tighten on your hand beneath the table, just slightly. “That depends,” she said smoothly. “Are you asking out of genuine concern or because you think I’m incapable of commitment?”

Your mother, for the first time in the entire conversation, didn't know what to reply.

But Ambessa, sensing the shift, didn’t let the silence settle for long. She exhaled softly, her grip on your hand grounding, steady. “Just to make one thing clear, Mrs. [Last Name],” she said, “Your daughter is an extraordinary person. She is intelligent, kind, and resilient in ways most people never have to be. She challenges me, surprises me, and makes me better simply by existing.”

Your heart clenched at the sincerity in her voice. It was the first time Ambessa had let down her defenses in front of someone else. And yet, here she was, speaking with raw honesty. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

Ambessa’s gaze softened slightly. “Before I met her, everything around me was gray—predictable, structured, and… empty.” She glanced at you briefly before reaching out, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a sweet, tender caress. Your heart swelled at the touch and you felt yourself lean into it without thinking.

“And then she came along, and suddenly, the world had color again.”

You swallowed hard, blinking rapidly against the sting of emotion creeping into your eyes. Your mother was watching the two of you closely, her expression unreadable. The room felt impossibly still.

“I don’t take people lightly,” Ambessa continued, turning back to your mother. “And I don’t waste time on things that don’t matter. But your daughter? She matters to me. More than I can fully put into words. And i am expressing that i am truly genuine in our relationship. We didn't reach five years for nothing..”

Silence.

Your mother blinked. Then again. Her lips parted, coudn't believe what she just heard.

“Five years,” she repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “What Five years?”

This time, she turned to you, and all you could offer was a guilty smile, shifting under her intense stare.

Your mother’s gaze sharpened. “Wait—five years ago… that’s after one year you set foot on the States, isn’t it?”

You swallowed. “Y-yeah, Mom…”

She narrowed her eyes. “And Ambessa was…?”

You sighed, already feeling the weight of the explanation. “A-ambessa was actually become one of my clients.” You glanced at Ambessa, who simply smirked like this was all highly entertaining. She was entually enjoying this.. “That’s where it all started. And, well… as we spent more time together, we eventually started dating.”

Your mother blinked. Once. Twice. Then turned to Ambessa, eyes narrowing. “So let me get this straight—you were her boss?”

Ambessa, to her credit, met your mother’s scrutiny head-on, completely unbothered. “At first, yes.” She tilted her head slightly, lips curling into a knowing smirk. “And then, we became… more.”

Your mother looks like her jaw gonna drop at Ambessa's shameless agreement. “So you mean to tell me that while I thought my daughter was out there working hard, making a name for herself, and focusing on her career—”

“I was doing all that!” you protested.

“—She was actually started dating such person?! And for five years already?!”

The entire room fell into silence. Even the distant chatter from the remaining family members seemed to dim as your mother sat there, stunned.

She took a moment, as if trying to process this new reality. Then, finally, she turned to you, her eyes narrowing with accusation.

“How did you even manage that?” she asked, voice laced with pure disbelief.

Your shoulders dropped. You stared at her, deadpan.

“Seriously, Mom..?''

Beside you, Ambessa let out a low chuckle but eventually stopped when she noticed your pout, your expression clearly showing how upset you were. Why did people always ask that? Like it was some impossible thing? Well… they weren’t wrong exactly. You had caught a big fish—an impossibly big one.

Your mother exhaled sharply, shaking her head like she was trying to reset her brain. “I mean, it’s just—this is a Medarda we’re talking about. She could be with anyone. Anyone.”

Ambessa, ever the amused spectator, took a slow sip of her wine before setting the glass down. “And yet,” she said smoothly, resting an arm behind your chair, “I chose her.”

Your mom blinked, glancing between the two of you. “But… why?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Oh my God, can everyone stop asking that?”

Ambessa smirked, tilting her head. “It is a fair question, little one.”

You turned to her, completely betrayed. “Not you too!”

Your father, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the sidelines, let out a low whistle. “Well… that certainly explains why you never brought anyone home before.”

Your mother held Ambessa’s gaze for what felt like an eternity. Debating and looking like there was so many thing circulating on her head—but then, finally, she exhaled a long, sigh of defeat.. loss of word.

You nearly gasped.

Your mother—one of the most difficult, most stubborn people on the planet—looked completely out of words.

You turned to Ambessa, barely suppressing a grin, and found her already looking at you. A slow, proud smirk tugged at her lips—one that said I told you so.

God, you loved this woman.

Mother inhaled sharply, rubbing her temples like this was giving her a migraine. Worry immediately surged through you, and you stood up without thinking.

“Mom? Are you okay?”

But she immedialy raised her head sharply pointing in your direction.

“You.. Young lady. We have so many things to talk about”

You froze.

"Five years," she repeated, shaking her head again. "Five years, and you never thought to mention this? Am i that distrustful for you to keep it that long.. Do I look like I can't handle it? I always thought you were alone and miserable, but clearly, that’s not the case." She let out a dramatic sigh.

"And gay? Listen, I love you honey but i have nothing against it, but..." She hesitated, gesturing vaguely as if trying to grasp the right words. "I always thought you liked men. Handsome ones! Those with big muscles.. The kind who look like Chris Evans or—"

She hissed, voice barely above a whisper “And then you’re telling me this whole time. She looks like she could even be your—”

“Mom, don’t,” You warned,. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Your mom immedialty stopped. Completly understood and clearly deciding not to push that particular button.'' A-and Oh! I remeber..What about Henry Cavill?! You dreamed about marrying him.. Don’t you remember? You used to have a poster of him above your bed—''

Your stomach dropped. Where was this conversion even leading up?

“Mom—”

You darted a glance at Ambessa, and to your horror. Beside you, she was watching you with her signature unreadable expression, one brow arched in amusement.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

“That’s enough, mom” you cut in, mortified.

It was bad enough that your mother was bringing up every embarrassing detail of your past, it wasn't on your bucket list for Ambessa—Ambessa hearing it for the first time about your past fascination on men.

You dared a glance at her once again, swallowing hard.

Ambessa took a sip of her wine, her smirk growing. “Cavill, hmm?”

You groaned, covering your face. This is the best and also the worst day of your life.

FIN

Thank you so much for reading!! (happy2 author!)

[losers-clvb]

woman of letters pt. 8 // dean winchester

pairing: dean winchester x man of letters!female!reader

summary: sam and dean discover the bunker of the men of letters. expecting it to be empty, they get quite the shock when they meet you.

content: dean is still down bad, canon typical violence, swearing, angst

word count: 3k

note: read on wattpad here. read on ao3 here. if you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know! please accept my apologies for the last chapter <3

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Dean couldn’t wait to see you. It wasn’t as if he was absolutely aching with the pain of not seeing you, not after only a day, but he sure as hell missed you. He drove through the state, anticipation only growing as he and Sam traveled closer to you. He had been so caught up in bragging to Sam about how smart you were, to which Sam was only half listening to, that he hadn’t caught on to the fact that he was being watched. It wasn’t the same person at every place, but there were definitely eyes on the Winchesters.

“Dean, slow down.” Sam warned for what felt like the millionth time. He was used to his brother going above the speed limit, but between the speed and Dean’s constant talking about how your ‘eyes sparkled like the stars’ -- or whatever the hell he was going on about now --, Sam was scared they would run right off the road. Dean glared at his brother out of the corner of his eye, an unimpressed look on his face.

“Stop being such a baby, Sammy.” Dean grumbled out, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. Sam scoffed and shook his head, clearly over this exhausting wonderful  brotherly time.

“You’re the one going on about her hair that’s ‘soft as a puppy’.” Sam complained, attempting to impersonate his brother when mocking his words.

“I said ‘soft as a kitten’, jackass.” Dean defended himself. Sam scoffed again. Dean really wasn’t hearing himself, hearing how much of a lovesick fool he had turned into?

“You’re ridiculous.” Sam muttered, looking out the window. Things were starting to look familiar. They were close now, only half an hour out from the bunker. Thank God, Sam thought.

“Ah, come on, you’ll be sayin’ the same stuff when you find some poor girl to fall in love with.” Dean spouted out, not realizing exactly what he was saying. Sam raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing across his face. He knew that Dean loved you, but he hadn’t thought he would ever say it out loud.

“Love?” Sam questioned, looking at his brother. Dean heard his words in his head again. Had he meant that? Had he meant that he loved you? He didn’t know. He wasn’t going to say it out loud, at least not in a way that explicitly confessed it. With his luck, it would all go sideways the second the words left his mouth. Instead of confirming it to Sam, Dean only narrowed his eyes at the road. Sam watched him for a moment longer, laughing to himself at his brother’s reaction. He looked back out the window. Finally, some quiet.

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“Honey, I’m home!” Dean called out cheekily, bounding into the bunker. He was expecting your response, expecting you to come running into his arms like it was some romance movie. All he got back was silence. He frowned. Sam walked up behind him, carrying his bag.

“She’s probably out or something.” Sam offered, continuing past Dean to his room. Dean furrowed his eyebrows and followed him. It was strange, the way the bunker looked untouched. He peeked his head into the library. There were your books, he assumed them to be ones you had pulled out recently. Still no you. He wandered about, looking in every room in his search for you. Maybe you were gone.

That was until he walked past the armory, where you stood staring at all the weapons. A knife was held in your hand. Weird. Had you suddenly changed your attitude on weapons in the short time Dean was gone? He didn’t think so.

“Counting again?” Dean asked as he entered the room. Inventory seemed to be the only answer. You turned on your heel, a bright smile flashing across your face. Dean’s own smile faltered when you faced him. Something was off.

“Hey, baby!” You beamed. Your voice held more of a sarcastic tone than usual, more like how Dean sounded rather than you. You walked to him, arms wrapping around the back of his neck as you leaned into him. You kissed him intensely, taking Dean by surprise. He wasn’t complaining, God knows he had been waiting to taste your lips all day, but the glimpse of a bruise on your collarbone worried him.

“What happened?” Dean asked, fingers brushing against the injury. You shook your head, the feel of metal grazing against the back of Dean’s neck reminding him of the knife. Again, why did you have it?

“Don’t you worry about that. Where’s Sammy?” Your voice lilted and you pulled away from him. Sammy. You hadn’t ever called him that. Dean was suspicious now, but he couldn’t tell you that. Were you hexed? Possessed? A shapeshifter maybe?

“His room.” Dean answered. A thought crossed his mind. He grasped your empty hand in his, giving you a suggestive look. You looked interested, but there was a coldness behind your eyes.

“I say you and me go make up for lost time.” Dean offered, eyes scanning over your body. You licked your lips and nodded, following as Dean led you to his room. You hadn’t noticed that he took the long way. Your eyes bored into the back of his head as he walked and he hoped to all things that this, his plan, wouldn’t work. He hoped you were just being weird, acting like this for some reason, any other reason than what he thought.

When Dean let go of your hand and continued walking, you had every intention to continue following him. But you couldn’t move, some kind of wall was stopping you. Dean turned and watched you panic. Your eyes scanned the floor. It was empty. Your head flew back, eyes landing on the devil’s trap on the ceiling. You looked back to Dean, eyes murderous. His heart fell. He knew it. He wished he hadn’t, but he knew it.

“What gave me away?” You sneered. Dean's face was stony, even if everything in him wanted to cry. He would even take screaming at this point. His body was a rush of emotions; anger, grief, love even still for you.

“Why are you here?” Dean grumbled out, swallowing down everything other than the numb nothingness. He could think of a million reasons why this demon had come for him. A Winchester could never go a day without something on his tail, it seemed.

“Are you that dumb?” You chuckled darkly, and Dean was finding it difficult to remind himself that it wasn't actually you in there.

“I came to kill you, Winchester. Finally put an end to your silly little side quests and bring you back to where you belong: Hell.” You snarled, still trying to find a way out of the trap.

“My plan was to use some frat guy as a meatsuit, kill you off and go fuck a sorority sister before calling it a day. Then I caught an eye of this sweet, delicious body, saw the way you looked at her. I thought, ‘great, a Winchester and a virgin’ -- you know, I've never had either before.” You continued on, gesturing down your body. Dean tensed his jaw.

“Imagine my disappointment when I get in here and realize you've turned her into your whore.” You growled, rage flying through your eyes.

“Let her go.” Dean growled back. Sam had heard the commotion now and was making his way to where you and Dean stood. He was confused. Why were you so angry? Why did you have a knife? Why did Dean look like the world was getting ripped apart?

“No.” You simply said walking in circles to try to find a break in the trap. Sam looked above you, noticing that your eyes kept flicking up there. His brow furrowed at the sight of the devil’s trap before he realized it. You were possessed by some demon.

When you made a sudden movement of your arm, Dean’s hand flew to his gun. It was instinct, just something his body had trained itself to do. But it caught your attention, or rather, the demon’s attention. Seeing no way out of the trap, it decided to play with Dean before its inevitable return to Hell.

“Shoot me. Do it. Show this stupid, pathetic girl who you really are.” You held your arms out to give him more surface area to hit. Dean gulped, hand falling away from his gun. The damage was already done, the demon already had enough in its arsenal to truly hit Dean where it hurt.

“You like to play at being a hero, saving the world or whatever bullshit you tell yourself to sleep at night. But you and I, we both know it: you, Dean Winchester, are nothing but a killer. Your only instinct is to kill, and even when you're not the one to do it, everyone around you dies.” The demon watched in joy as Dean’s face melted into anguish and fear.

“She’s in here still, you know. I can hear her voice buzzing like a gnat, begging me not to kill you. She thinks she loves you. Stupid bitch.” You bit out. At the mention of love, Dean paused. Did you really love him? No, he decided. The demon was making it up. It had to be, right?

“I know one way to shut her up.” The weight in your hand reminded the demon of the knife it held in its possession. “I’m gonna slit this pretty little throat and you’re gonna watch her bleed out. Either way I’m going back to Hell, but this way, oh, this way I know you’ll remember me.” You laughed, the sound clanging into Dean’s head. You held the knife to your throat, blade making the skin dip down just slightly. You and Dean still hadn’t noticed Sam standing just off to the side.

At the sight of the knife so close to you, a cry of pain left Dean’s lips. He didn’t mean to, God knows that he was trying to keep it together, but fear flooded his senses. He couldn’t lose you, not now, not ever. The sound only spurred the demon on, motivating it to continue. Another thought crept into the demon’s mind.

“You know what, I’ll let her come out to say goodbye, just so you can hear what a terrified little bitch she’s being.” You spoke. Your face went blank for a moment before morphing into that same look you had given Dean the very first time the two of you met. He wanted to go to you, comfort you, tell you everything was going to be fine, but he couldn’t. Nothing was going to be fine, no matter the outcome of this.

“Please,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your face. The knife was still at your throat, digging in deeper like you weren’t in control. You were begging the demon, hoping that somehow, someway, you would be able to change its mind. You had heard everything, seen everything. Dean’s fingers twitched to reach out to you.

“De-,” you began, but his name was cut off mid way through. Your face fell blank again, but this time, instead of fear, disgust crossed your face.

“Enough of that shit.” You snarled. The demon was back.

“Say buh-bye.” You mocked, muscles moving with the intention to pull the knife across your throat. Sam was already lunging for you. He knew Dean couldn’t do it, he couldn’t force himself to be a part of this. So, he took matters into his own hands, literally.

You grunted out in shock when Sam’s hands landed on your body. You held tight to the knife, struggling to stab it anywhere, you or him, it didn’t matter. Sam, despite being much stronger than you, was having trouble wrestling the weapon out of your hand without harming either one of you. He finally pulled it away from you, but not without it stabbing into your arm first. It wasn’t fatal, but you still cried out in pain, the blade stuck in the muscles of your forearm. Sam pulled the knife out, knowing it was more important to keep it away from you. He scrambled away from you as your blood trickled down your arm.

“I hate fucking Winchesters!” You yelled out, the demon pouting in protest. It was over. They had it trapped with no other way out and no way to hurt them anymore. Sam caught his breath and stood to his feet, the knife laying covered in blood on the ground. Dean couldn’t stand this. His girl, hurt, both physically and mentally, and it was all his fault. The demon had come for him, but got to you instead.

Sam rattled off the exorcism, the Latin words rolling off his tongue in between heaving breaths. You yelled out in agony as the demon was ripped from your body, black smoke flying from your mouth and slamming to the ground, sending the demon back to Hell. Once it was finished, you collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Dean finally came to his senses and fell down next to you, holding your body in his arms. Blood from your arm was smearing across his shirt, but he didn’t care. He needed to feel you, make sure you were real.

You were breathing, but you wouldn’t wake up. Dean searched your face for any sign that you were in pain, but it was completely blank. He couldn’t believe this. Of course, right when he had any shred of normalcy in his life, it was ripped away from him. Moving from motel to motel he could handle, but this? This he couldn’t bear to deal with. A bundle of your words rang in his head, both from today and past days. I was fine before you and Sam showed up, echoed as he brushed the tear streaks from your face. Everyone around you dies, stabbed him right through the heart.

Logically speaking, Dean knew it wasn’t actually you, not really. He wasn’t being logical right now. The words, all of them, were true. Everyone did die. Everyone he had ever loved had gotten hurt. What the demon had said, what you had said, it was as if his mind had been read. All of his inner thoughts were given a voice. He had thought he had come to terms with it, or at least had the ability to ignore it, but when it was out there in the open, it sucked the life from him. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t hurt the people he loved. They were better off without him. You were better off without him.

“Dean,” Sam spoke, breaking him from his mind. Dean gathered himself to his feet, holding you in his arms. He brought you to the infirmary, carefully placing you on one of the cots. He patched up your arm, wrapping bandage and gauze around the wound. It would have to do for now. He would call Cas, pray out to the angel and demand he heal you. Later. For now, he only tucked a blanket over you and turned around to see Sam in the door.

“Dean.” Sam said again, trying to get his brother to say something, anything. Dean didn’t respond, only walked past Sam. He was headed for his room. Sam was close on his heels, huffing when Dean ignored him.

“Dean, come on.” Sam practically begged. He didn’t like this, didn’t like the way Dean was pulling a bag out and filling it with the little he owned. Sam knew this act. He knew what it meant.

Dean was leaving.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, causing his brother to snap his head in his direction. Dean’s eyes were on fire.

“What?” Dean yelled back. Sam thought he was going crazy, seeing things, because Dean’s eyes were rimmed red, like he was about to cry.

“You can’t leave.” Sam said, shaking his head. Dean tensed his jaw, looking away from Sam. He should’ve known that Sam would do this, that he would try to stop him from doing the only thing left to protect you.

“We are leaving.” Dean grumbled, shoving things into the bag still. He searched his room for anything else he had. He swiped up a few pictures that lay on his bedside table, tucking them into his jacket pocket. Sam shook his head again, blocking Dean’s path.

“Really? You’re just gonna leave her, laying unconscious, alone?” Sam questioned, trying to get Dean to reason with him.

“I’m calling Cas, and he, if he knows what’s best for him, is gonna protect her.” Dean pushed past Sam, bounding into the hall. Sam followed him.

“She doesn’t even know Cas!” Sam yelled back at Dean.

“Well, he’s better than us, Sammy. My-” Dean cut himself off, wincing at the word, “our life, it’s too dangerous for her. She can’t even shoot a gun. I can’t be by her side all the time. If we leave, then maybe those bastards will leave her alone.”

“And if they don’t? She wants you here.” Sam argued, hoping it would hit Dean. It seemed to do the opposite.

“She doesn’t know what she wants!” Dean screamed at Sam, anger overtaking him. He walked closer to Sam, standing chest to chest with him. Sam could feel the rage coming off of Dean.

“You either come with me, or you stay here.” Dean growled out. Sam’s face turned stony. There was no reasoning with him now. Dean had made his mind up.

“I’m not leaving.” Sam insisted, voice low. Dean searched his brother’s face for a semblance of anything. When he came up short, he nodded, turning away again. Fine. Let Sam stay. It didn’t change anything.

“You better hope this doesn’t get her killed.” Dean mumbled on his way out. Sam couldn’t do anything, couldn’t stop him from leaving. He could only watch as his brother made the biggest mistake of his life and left everything behind, a cloud of dust in the wake of the Impala as he drove away.

[weepynymph]

'[Barbie] summed up the unifying trauma of being a woman alive today. And how from birth there's a sort of doom that is associated, that I think all women accept at a young age, of "I have to live the rest of my life with the knowledge that men view me as a sex toy, I am not afforded the same rights and privileges as men, and people think I'm stupid. And I have to fit into this box and I have to like these things and I have to be this way and talk this way and act this way and walk this way and sit this way, eat this way"; it's all been laid out.'

- Brittany Broski

[mourn-and-watch]

merrill dragon age isn't The Character in terms of being the guy with the juiciest backstory details or protagonist material but she is The Person. The Heart. she was working on one of the most important researches of elven history and no one believed in her. not her keeper, her teacher and mother figure. nor her clan, the only family she's ever had. nor hawke's friends, the only people who were surrounding her for six years. the only person who can actually place their faith in her is hawke but if they don't she won't mind. she is used to it, being on her own. and, despite everything, she believes in people. she knows it matters. better than anyone.

she has never heard a nice word from fenris, but she still tries to cheer him up from time to time. she has never heard a nice word from anders either and she still feels for him. varric annoys her when he tries to distract her from the eluvian, but she appreciates it because she knows he means well. aveline refers to her work as senseless and potentially dangerous for the city, but she is still happy for her when she falls in love.

if hawke sides with mages in the last straw merrill is the first to support them. "I believe in you, hawke", she says, when everyone else is consumed by doubt. and then she's the only one who openly suggests sparing anders. so he can put things right.

she knows the feeling. when you're on your own and everyone thinks you're beyond salvation, undeserving of compassion or understanding. and this is the best she can offer for people she cares about: her unconditional faith, her sympathy, a second chance. the things she was desparately looking for and never had. she believes in people because she knows: there's no one else to believe in them

[coolcarabiner]

lesbians who are terfs will never make any sense to me crying about the supposed exclusivity of the “female experience” like my brother in christ she experienced an othered, lonely, confusing childhood where she was made to feel inadequate in her gender, sexuality, or both just the same as you and instead of letting this unify you against patriarchy you just enforce it on other people to maintain the sliver of “power” you think you have. how do u not see how dumb this is oh my god

[faunandfloraas]

im so glad im not the only person that looks at seungmin and goes "❓tism❓" bc he is Way Too Relatable to me as a person w autism

yeah..... like I say it in jest but also..... well, yk. sometimes you notice something and you notice something and you notice something and you go Hmmmm

[end0r4]

You know that I like, like you a lot

Don’t let it stop

[motherfuckingbrad]

as a female engineering student i am so grateful to have representation like poppy li. too many “woman in stem” characters are, on top of being really smart, also really cool and really pretty but POPPY is a piece of shit, awkward as hell, egotistical little gremlin addicted to candy, power, and validation. she is the smartest person at mythic quest and also the weirdest person you’ve ever met. i love her so much

[sol-consort]

it's a crime that V isn't allowed to go down on Rogue

[jamesheathridge]

called my grandma again & when i brought up t she started crying. i told her i'm happy on it and she said "i know, thats not why im crying. when you get older things just change so fast and so much" and that kinda. took me back

[im2tired4usernames]

Ugh I was excited for today until I found out I'd have to spend it with people that actively make me hate being alive hate the future and drain me off all energy physically mentally spiritually like a vampire I can't stand to be around her she is the definition of stupidity and even then that's generous as fuck this bitch has filled her brain with so much garbage I watch her brain cells die at alarming rates every single time she uses her vocal cords her giggles make me want to jam a sewing needle into my ear repeatedly so I can never have to hear it again its a friendly reminder that my parents decisions this time my dad's constantly makes me want to die

[leondaltons]

Meet my MCs: Utana Matsuda [x] | College Tennis: Origin Story by @collegetennisoriginstory

I wish for it all, really; and I'm prepared to give everything of myself for it.

x

[cowboysmp3]

i rlly wish sakura having a crush on sasuke was removed from the squad 7 dynamics i think her character would have been FAR more interesting if she was allowed exist on the same level as naruto and sasuke from the beginning

[sittingoverheredreaming]

Still mad that this, the only trailer shot of Sonia, framed her as a really powerful being and the one shooting the giant death beam of light

But the real in-game context is that she’s just acting as support power for her husband and then she dies.

[arbitrarystrawberry]

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[skenpiel]

i wanna be friends with suzy (or susie? the subtitles r inconsistent.......) soooo badly you dont even know. im talking about susie green btw From curb your enthusiasm i just love her so much. shes such a wicked bitch i love her so dearly