"We Make Our Own Future"

me: [gets scared by text notifications when they’re too loud]

me: [easily startled when people tap me on the shoulder]

me: [cries under any sort of pressure ever]

me: [cries when anyone raises their voice higher than their average volume]

They’re more comfortable, still form fitting, and best of all: THE POCKETS. THEY HAVE ACTUAL POCKETS.

don’t believe me? look:

these are boys pants, and they look just as good on me as any other skinny jeans I own

See that phone? I’m going to put it in the pocket. Must be so small right??

Ah yes, girl pants length. Probably can’t fit any further than that-

what? what’s this?

Good god. Oh good lord in heaven. This is blasphemous.

Look at how much room is still there. There’s chaos in the streets. Babies are crying. Fashion designers are screaming out of fear of the unknown.

Tall ladies: men’s pants are easier to find in longer lengths than women’s pants are.

Trans ladies: Wanna get on this gravy train, but afraid people will misgender you for wearing clothes off the men’s racks? Step one: tell me who these people are and I will punch them in the face. Step two: if it doesn’t make you dysphoric, please don’t feel obligated to wear pants off the women’s racks if pants off the men’s racks are more comfy/useful to you. I’m a cis woman who’s been wearing pants from the boys’ section and, later, the men’s section, ever since I hit puberty and in thirteen years maybe, maybe half a dozen people have noticed. And it’s always women asking the oh-my-god-pockets question. You’re all good. <3

Fat ladies: you will pay the same for a pair of 42x32 jeans as for a pair of 34x32 jeans, instead of having to pay some kind of Fat Penance Tax by way of being in the “plus size” section. Also, did I mention more room in the butt?

Ladies concerned about modesty: For obvious reasons, there is more crotch space in men’s pants. Embrace it and enjoy a life free from cameltoe worries and spontaneous labia-wedgies when you squat down.

All ladies: I swear to god the waists in women’s pants these days are made specifically to fit exactly nobody so that no matter what you do, your underwear will show. Men’s pants do not do this. The waists sit where they’re supposed to and will actually lay flat against the small of your back instead of flopping open to show your unmentionables to the world. If you want hiphugger jeans, buy one leg-length too small and one waist-size too large and let them hang, and they still won’t accidentally show your undies. Men’s pants will last longer. They cost less, in a lot of cases. Embrace the men’s jeans. Buy the men’s jeans. Stop buying shitty flimsy women’s jeans that wear out in six months.

And I said yeah, I’d seen it, I’ve been through the Trying To Fit Clothes On My Stupid Body wars, and this post really only applied to skinny jeans because they’re so stretchy. It couldn’t possibly work for regular jeans! I have TRIED SO MANY TIMES. I’ve always shopped in the men’s department because women’s clothes are like 90% bullshit and 10% fake pockets.

But I hadn’t seen the second addition, which gave me more hope, and I decided to just try on a few pairs when I was at Old Navy the other day. They have some “classic” jeans with no give to them at all, which is what I was trying on years ago that convinced me it just wasn’t possible. (Jeans in my price range didn’t really come with any form of stretch back then, as I recall. Textile technology is bad-ass.) But these days they mostly have “flex” jeans that have some give to them. (Women’s jeans are usually labeled “stretch” but apparently men’s have to be “flex” like they need stretchy garments so their HUGE MUSCLES don’t just TEAR THEIR CLOTHES!)

This was totally an impulse decision so I couldn’t measure myself, but I grabbed a few sizes based on what I vaguely thought my measurements probably were and decided it couldn’t possibly be worse than the endless cycle of regret, dissatisfaction, and recrimination that is trying on women’s clothing.

The first pair I tried on fit like a DREAM. I’ve been gaining weight lately which is a whole separate nightmare (mainly centered around “but I don’t WANT to buy new bras, this is bullshit!”) and the reason I need to buy new jeans because nothing freaking fits me, and I was sure these wouldn’t either, but DAMN. They’re the best pair of jeans I own. Twice as thick, pockets twice as big, legs nice and loose (they don’t even sell women’s jeans with a cut remotely similar to this), and contrary to my super dumb opinion from before this experience, they’ve got my plenty of room for all my womanly curvey bits. AND because they’re actually a relaxed fit instead of trying to cling to every inch of me, they don’t show my weight nearly as much as my women’s jeans do, they’re easier to move in, they’re not constantly inching down my hips with every move I make, and overall they just make me feel GOOD about how I look which is a strange new sensation I could definitely get used to.

Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. I repeat. Athletic cut jeans have more room in the butt. You don’t need to go to the dress pants to fit your lovely curvy self in there. Go to the regular section or big and tall if you’re a bit taller and/or wider, and there’ll be a little section of athletic style jeans. They’ve still got the giant blessed pockets and the room in the crotch and if you’re really curvy with a large bone structure like I am you can get yourself some quality pants.

Title: The Sullivan Series: Black Dog - chapter twelve Fandom: Supernatural Main characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Zoë Sullivan (OC) Time period: beginning season 1 Warnings: Angst, language, mentions of injury, sad goodbye, being chased, uncertainty, cliffhanger Word Count: 4005 words Tags: at the bottom (let me know if you wanna get tagged!) Prompt ‘Black Dog’: Zoë Sullivan and the Winchester brothers go their own way again, but the strange departure of the huntress still bothers the boys. A phone call and a text message sets off an argument between Sam and Dean on which lead to follow, sending them on separate paths. Prompt chapter twelve: Zoë and Dean prepare to get her down the mountain in order for her to perform the ritual, hopefully ridding them from the hellhounds. Chances of success are small and when the dogs do break out, it looks like at least one of them will not make it out alive. Author’s note: The Sullivan Series is a multi part story about Zoë Sullivan, a huntress with a dark past, who teams up with the Winchester brothers. If you’re in for a lot of angst, horror, fast dialogue and intriguing storylines, this is the story for you.

Read previous parts here: The Sullivan Series Master list

Night has fallen, draping the Cascade Range in darkness. Black clouds pass over rapidly as they let down a fury of hail and snow. Branches tap against the walls and roof of the cabin, like drums exciting a crowd. Concentrated Zoë bandages her leg. If she needs to run, she’d better be able to. Dean has packed her bag and is now rummaging in the backroom, probably searching for the devil’s jewelry Sam was talking about. Just as she gets up and gives the securing tape a try, Dean walks out with a necklace in his hand. From the bronze chain hangs a miniature hourglass, which contains a black substance that has sunk down to the lower half of the pendant; time’s up. He throws it towards her and Zoë snatches it skillfully from the air with one hand. For a moment she looks at it and then puts it away in her pocket.   “That’s all I need, right?”, she checks with him.   “That and your blood, so I’d bring this with you if I were you”, Dean advises as he hands her a small pocket knife. For a moment she checks the small blade, noticing the D.W. initials engraved in the handle. It’s clearly not just some Swiss knife you can buy at a local hardware store, this is much more valuable than that. A bit surprised by this offer she looks up at him wondering, but the hunter shrugs it off.   “Don’t get sentimental about it”, he says. “That little toothpick has saved my life a couple of times. You could use a good luck charm tonight.”   “So could you”, Zoë counters.   “A blade won’t do me good”, he knows, trying to hide that he’s pressed by the situation.

Words: ~ 200 Pairing: Jensen x Reader Request: Cookies and Jensen A/N: Finally cleaning out my inbox and doing some one-word requests from literally forever ago

Jensen walked down the hallway of the apartment complex, the smell of freshly baked cookies filling his senses. He walked past his door and stopped at yours, determining that the smell was coming from your apartment.

He knocked and within seconds you opened the door.

“Did you bake cookies?” He asked rhetorically as he followed you into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I have a ton of tests this week and all the studying was stressing me out,” you said with a sigh.

He gave you a soft smile as he walked to your side and gently rubbed your back. “You need help?”

You giggled to yourself as you looked up at him. With studying or with eating all of these cookies?”

“Why not both?”

I have good news for you darling! That series is actually complete, here are all the parts just in case other people wanna read it and for you there is also the 18th part there!

Written on the wrist - Dean x Reader

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l  Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8 l Part 9 l Part 10 l  Part 11 l Part 12 l Part 13 l Part 14 l  Part 15 l Part 16 l Part 17 l Part 18

Hotel for Hunters

Part 2 (CS)

Part 3 (CS)

Here is, at last, the masterlist for the challenge I celebrated my 1k followers with! Go ahead, read ‘em, and enjoy!

Dean drabble by @theychosefamily67 ( @sammit-jane )

The Last Thing I Saved by @fandomoniumflurry

Last Call by @imagining-supernatural

Honey Butter by @atc74

Always distracting by @roxyspearing

Distraction by @superbadassnatural

Floored by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Freeze Frame by @a-winchester-fairytale

Clumsy Love by @obsessivecompulsivespn

Imagine kissing Dean on a Hunt by @izawrites

All My Love by @deanssweetheart23

Midnight Blue by @rockhoochie

One for the Tropey Case by @butiaintgonnaloveem

The Lore You Know by @seenashwrite (Link to the masterlist, prompt in part 4, but it’s all well worth a read!)

Don’t forget to leave a comment or reblog to show them the love they deserve! I’m tagging my forevers, trusting that you’ll help me spread the love!

A/N: Repost of an old fic I wrote. This has now been edited properly and mistakes has been fixed. This was written for an anonymous request in October, 2016.  

Request: Could you do a Dean x Reader fic where they are in an established relationship and the girl is actually kind of a curvy/bigger girl? :)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam.

Warnings: Fluff. Talk about self esteem issues (not very detailed), probably language. Fluff.

Wordcount: 2280

Dean loved coming home to you after a long hunt. This one had taken him and his brother two weeks and that was more than long enough to be apart from you. There wasn’t anything particularly difficult with this case, but a man had lost the love of his life, and after you and Dean got together those cases hit a little closer to home than they used to. You and him might not have the apple pie life that he had, secretly, always dreamt of, but it was as good as it got in this life, and he couldn’t be happier about it. He was so grateful for all the sacrifices you had made when you moved in with him and his brother in the bunker and he made sure to show you just how much he appreciated it every chance he got. He was also glad you weren’t a hunter like him. Even though you didn’t join them on their hunts you had become a pretty important part of their team, staying in the bunker and doing research when they needed information.

Both you and Sam had tried convincing Dean to stay another night at the motel, saying he could use the rest before driving the six hours it took to get them home, but Dean didn’t want to waste another second getting back to you. Besides, he loved driving at night, it always calmed him down. He turned up the volume on the stereo to drown out the soft snores that came from his sleeping brother, and put his foot a little harder on the gas pedal while Steve Perry’s voice sounded through the car. Dean wasn’t really a big Journey fan, but whenever he heard the song Faithfully, it reminded him of you.

A/N: Something that happened when I couldn’t sleep… Thanks for betaing this @thorne93.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: All the ANGST. Character death.

Wordcount: 730



I have never believed in love, at least not in this life, not as a hunter. The few people I’ve known to have that has lost it, brutally, bloody. No, I have never believed in love, not until the day I met Dean Winchester.

It started for us with a simple arrangement, a kind of friends with benefits deal where we would share a night of passion and comfort whenever we worked a case together. After a while it evolved to texts and phonecalls, and one day we found ourselves going out of our way to spend some time together. I worked more and more cases with the Winchester brothers and within a year of our first night together I found myself living in the bunker with them.

The gif alone broke my heart, knowing that Dean might not love again, and that shatters me! Because Dean deserves ALL the love in the world~~