Angels in the 21st Century

She didn’t have white, feathered wings like all the pictures
and books made us believe. Her halo was a velvet, banal thing
that circled her neck, which either itches or chokes her.
And she had talons painted so dark, you’d be able to see

your bewildered expression looking back at you. Everyone saw
her. She wasn’t like some saint who only materialised in front
of one man in the mountains who had just committed one heinous
crime and was probably drunk and about to jump off a cliff.

Everyone saw her with a smug look on her face. Everyone saw
her reading a book cross-legged in the park, her hair blowing
in the wind. Everyone saw her drinking cheap coffee in a
local diner at three in the afternoon. She was new in town

and the people from a couple of floors down say she’s a run-
away. No one knows where she came from and where she’s
intending to go. No one asked questions. A week later, she
was standing in front of my class, teaching history. We read

about wars and oppressive rulers. And I found myself watching
the evening news more often. Cutlery clattered in the air while
just an ocean away, there was only gunshot. And cigarette
smoke stopped bothering me, when I started hearing bombs

dropping in my sleep and smoke’s coming from the fire a
block away that’s devouring the very building where I used to
press my forehead to its dusty floor. When she asked us to
write a ten-page essay on what good violence and war brings,

I submitted a ten-page essay that said nothing over and over
again. She wasn’t a mirage clothed in light. She couldn’t even
play one instrument. A week after that, no one saw her in town
again. Sometimes, I like to think that she has finally found what
she was searching for. Other times, I picture a bullet to her head.


An astounding 26 percent of black males in the United States report seeing someone shot before turning 12.

Conditional on reported exposure to violence, black and white young males are equally likely to engage in violent behavior.
—  Aliprantis, Dionissi, 2014. “Human Capital in the Inner City,” Federal Reserve Bank of Cleveland, working paper no. 13-02R.
We do not want to live by myths. We live in a world of violence and death, in which there is no room for hope. But perhaps there is room for civilization in the true sense of the word, civilization that places truth above myth, life before dreams. And that civilization has nothing to do with hope. In it, man lives by truths.
—  Albert Camus, Algerian Chronicles.
A hunter's secret

The reader is a famous hunter who saves Sam and Dean on a hunt gone wrong. They start working together, but the reader has a huge secret. The brothers finds out, and one of them gets hostile.

Admin: Charlie

Wordcount: 2635 

Mention of rape, swearing, violence, blood, death and fluff


You had been tracking a vampire nest for a couple of weeks now, just waiting for the right time to strike. Tonight was the night you were finally going to take them out.

The cold autumn air whipped your hair back as you stepped out of your truck. As you slammed the door shut, the side mirror fell off and hit the grass next to you. “Well isn’t that great”, you mumbled under your breath as you kicked the mirror away from you. Your car was old and was falling apart; rust everywhere and pieces broke off daily. It was a death machine; you had no idea why you had kept it for as long as you did.

You made sure you had everything with you: your trusted machete, a loaded handgun placed in the back of your jeans, a few syringes of dead man’s blood in your belt pocket and a hidden army knife strapped to your ankle. You were fit for a fight as they say.


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Protests and looting naturally capture attention. But the real rage smolders in meetings where officials redraw precincts to dilute African American voting strength or seek to slash the government payrolls that have long served as sources of black employment. It goes virtually unnoticed, however, because white rage doesn’t have to take to the streets and face rubber bullets to be heard. Instead, white rage carries an aura of respectability and has access to the courts, police, legislatures and governors, who cast its efforts as noble, though they are actually driven by the most ignoble motivations.

White rage recurs in American history. It exploded after the Civil War, erupted again to undermine the Supreme Court’s Brown v. Board of Education decision and took on its latest incarnation with Barack Obama’s ascent to the White House. For every action of African American advancement, there’s a reaction, a backlash.

It’s more subtle — less overtly racist — than in 1865 or even 1954. It’s a remake of the Southern Strategy, crafted in the wake of the civil rights movement to exploit white resentment against African Americans, and deployed with precision by Presidents Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan. As Reagan’s key political strategist, Lee Atwater, explained in a 1981 interview: “You start out in 1954 by saying, ‘N——-, n——-, n——-.’ By 1968 you can’t say ‘n——-’ — that hurts you. Backfires. So you say stuff like ‘forced busing,’ ‘states’ rights’ and all that stuff. You’re getting so abstract now you’re talking about cutting taxes, and all these things you’re talking about are totally economic things, and a byproduct of them is blacks get hurt worse than whites. And subconsciously maybe that is part of it. I’m not saying that.”

So when you think of Ferguson, don’t just think of black resentment at a criminal justice system that allows a white police officer to put six bullets into an unarmed black teen. Consider the economic dislocation of black America. Remember a Florida judge instructing a jury to focus only on the moment when George Zimmerman and Trayvon Martin interacted, thus transforming a 17-year-old, unarmed kid into a big, scary black guy, while the grown man who stalked him through the neighborhood with a loaded gun becomes a victim. Remember the assault on the Voting Rights Act. Look at Connick v. Thompson, a partisan 5-4 Supreme Court decision in 2011 that ruled it was legal for a city prosecutor’s staff to hide evidence that exonerated a black man who was rotting on death row for 14 years. And think of a recent study by Stanford University psychology researchers concluding that, when white people were told that black Americans are incarcerated in numbers far beyond their proportion of the population, “they reported being more afraid of crime and more likely to support the kinds of punitive policies that exacerbate the racial disparities,” such as three-strikes or stop-and-frisk laws.

Only then does Ferguson make sense. It’s about white rage.

jaqc13 said:

I love what y'all do! If I may ask for some streets!Michael? Or streets!anyone, really, that'd be great!

Street AU 1 Street AU 2


Of Shots and Bloody Noses by lieutenantsmithandcaboose

Summary: Michael’s ears twitched, swiveling slightly to follow the distant sound of pattering footsteps.

WC: 1,394

Untitled by candidlydispleased

Summary: Michael Jones never wanted a life this way, he never thought that he would have to fight for even the bare necessities but here he was.

WC: 1,311


Switchblade by epermeraldichotomy

Part 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08


Summary: Jersey is a super dangerous place (because it really is) full of gangs and criminals. Michael’s lived on the streets his whole life and has learned to fend for himself and lots of people fear him. When he meets the AH crew, he learns that there might actually be more to life than just surviving.

WC: 35,312 - WIP

T: Child Abuse, Substance Abuse


These tweets revolved around a series of images of Black children protesting in Ferguson by ‘reenacting’ death scenes (aka lying down on the ground).

I don’t think I’ve ever agreed YET disagreed with a set of tweets so hard.

There is a VAST difference between utilizing images of the actual dead vs the living choosing to reenact death, ie living children reenacting death scenes. I think there’s a difference between showing/sharing video, pics, etc. of ACTUAL dead and/or mutilated bodies (James Foley, Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Oscar Grant, etc) versus living people choosing to reenact or use their own bodies to demonstrate the loss of [Black] life. That’s a personal choice whereas the dead being shown have no free agency over their images.

I also don’t have an issue with children being present or participating because they aren’t safe in this country and from the moment Black parents have to have ‘The Talk’ with them about police they become victims. Many parents at the protests have said their children stepped forward and wanted to help/protest/participate; a lot of kids have an awareness about things and I think they deserve to be included if they so wish. I don’t see anything inherently wrong with juxtaposing the innocence of children against the brutality of death for the use of validation of grievances against the Black race, (especially when Black children are victims) or with anyone, children or otherwise, utilizing death as an expressive artistic or political statement. I do not think it is fostering their awareness in an irresponsible way nor do I think it is inappropriate.

There are famous examples of white people utilizing death for political agendas (anti-smoking ads immediately come to mind), and this combats the theory that use of death is something only approved when it comes to Black bodies. A lot of people use death and death images to push agendas, and I do not have an issue with living beings choosing to participate.

Regarding the thoughts on the legacy of people consuming images of violence against Black people: I feel that, while this argument has merit, there is also an appetite for violent images, PERIOD, in our society. I personally disagree with the tweets implying violence is decried when it comes to yt bodies but eagerly consumed when it comes to Black bodies. I’ve seen yt heads getting blown off, I’ve seen that video of the kid getting run over by the Nascar racer 50 million times on MSNBC, I’ve seen ads with yt people peeling their skin off.

Is there a history of commodification and glamorizations of Black (dead) bodies in this country? Of course, but IMO that has nothing to do with Black children protesting by reenacting death scenes nor does it negate the fact that torture porn is certainly a real thing. For every person decrying sharing that Foley video there are a hundred more people watching him get beheaded over and over again. There is an obsession with violence in our culture and it also makes me more than a little uncomfortable to see people attempting to police forms of protest or dissuade Black protestors from using their bodies to display violence against Black people because it is ‘historically inappropriate.’ This smacks of respectability politics to me. Let Black people take back and control the power of the Black image (even the Black dead body) if they so wish. This has nothing to do with the circulation of images of Black Death in history by white people.

Black protestors CHOOSING to use their bodies is THEIR CHOICE, period, and if protestors wish to demonstrate by literally using their bodies to represent the phrase ‘Black lives matter,’ I say more power to them, children or otherwise. I do not see it as problematic in any way, but a powerful way of forcing onlookers to confront their own thoughts about death and the fear of Black bodies in this country.

allthoseinkstains said:

Give to me the R&R fics. All of them. not really but yeah.

R&R 1 R&R 2


I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious by chooboozle

Summary: Ray is sick, so Ryan takes care of him.
WC: 1,245

Popsicle by fuckthenaysayers

Summary: Ryan seduces Ray with a popsicle.

WC: 1,591

Sticky Sweet by ms_mandanicole

Summary: Ryan finally looked up, but it was not Ryan who met Ray’s eyes. It was a mad king, disillusioned from the world.

WC: 8,636

T: Character Death

Jailbait by chooboozle

Summary: Ray Narvaez Jr is a rookie at Polunsky Texas Institute; otherwise known as deathrow. Ryan Haywood is the more notorious serial killer that is residing there and one day, Ray has to check up on him.

WC: 1,216

After our house burned down in Wisconsin a few months ago, my husband and I packed our four young kids and all our belongings into a gold minivan and drove to my sister-in-law’s place, just outside of Atlanta. On the back windshield, we pasted six stick figures: a dad, a mom, three young girls, and one baby boy.
That minivan was sitting in the front driveway of my sister-in-law’s place the night a SWAT team broke in, looking for a small amount of drugs they thought my husband’s nephew had. Some of my kids’ toys were in the front yard, but the officers claimed they had no way of knowing children might be present. Our whole family was sleeping in the same room, one bed for us, one for the girls, and a crib.
After the SWAT team broke down the door, they threw a flashbang grenade inside. It landed in my son’s crib.

Mental 1 Mental 2

Reader Insert

Always by solutionwrites

Summary: You’ve been stuck in a rut for a while now, but Ray is there to lend a hand. Ray/Reader [F]

WC: 4,923

T: Self-Harm


Maybe, Just Maybe (Okay, Definitely) by OakTreeDruid

Summary: Between work on RWBY and RVB Miles can’t afford being unable to focus. So maybe, just maybe (okay definitely) he takes more Adderall than is recommended. But it’s okay because he needs it to focus.

WC: 2,477

T: Substance Abuse

Michael/Gavin  + Dan/Gavin + Geoff/Gavin

You’re The Shore (When I’m Lost At Sea) by RageHappyAH

Summary: The last thing Gavin expected was a relapse after being free from his disorder for almost seven years. He thought he had gotten rid of them, that they were a thing of the past. But the voices were back, the hallucinations were happening again, and his sanity was slipping away all over again.

WC: 6,361 - WIP

T: Self-Harm

- Tea