I feel like his victim

I feel like his victim
It’s so quiet and empty as he left
Let those who can oppress themselves oppress themselves
I feel like his victim and he seems my weapon of choice
If I pass a mirror I turn in the opposite direction
I do not want to look at my face
My reflection does not want to be seen
Creeping along the walls
Each minute is a room in hell
And I’m diving, diving, holding my head up
Laughing, bluffing, ashamed, ashamed,
Like a child trying to behave.
Like an angel insane.
You people never feel the pain
Of blue eyed cherubim in a desperate hell.
My soul is searching for a paradise
Tomorrow I’ll be crucified
Tomorrow I’ll cry
Tomorrow I’ll surrender to death

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine where your best friend Jason saves your life (In a similar way where he saves his dad) and you didn't know he was the red power ranger until you found out (or maybe he told you. Any way as long as the reader knows he's a ranger)

An: This is so cute! Sorry it took so long to respond! Requests are open for multiple fandoms- feel free to request! 

Originally posted by thebatmn

Why were you even here?

 That, it seemed, was the million dollar question. 

Why, of all days, did you decide to volunteer to help chaperone on an elementary field trip today?

You seriously wondered why you still lived in Angel Grove, all the insane attacks on this dump ass town and yet you were still here. 

Maybe it was because the Power Rangers protected this city, or maybe it was because you were too tied down to leave. 

Whatever the reasoning, you had really started to question yourself as you helped unload children from the bus as the newest battle raged on less than 2 blocks from you. 

“I think that’s all-”

You stopped, spotting a small girl cowering in the very back of the bus. 

“I’ve got her, get the others out of here!” You shouted back to the teacher and the driver as they herded the children to safety. 

Crawling through the bus, you jumped as a piece of metal scraped the top.  

“Hey sweetheart,” you murmured softly, crouching to look at her. 

Her knees were pulled to her chest as she breathed frantically. 

“Easy, it’s alright. Let’s get out of here okay?" 

She nodded, reaching towards you slowly, and you scooped her up, ignoring her screech of protest. 

Jogging out of the bus, you whirled around, seeing the newest big bad mere feet away from you, and you were right in the crossfire. 

Shielding the girl to the best of your ability, you hurriedly began to backstep.
This was not good, definitely not a good day. 

The young girl- her name was Emily if you were remembering right- was cowering into your chest. 

If you thought it was too soon for you, it was way too soon for her.
Placing her down behind you, you continued urging her backwards. 

The teacher shouted from a ways away and You sighed in relief. Maybe Emily could make it. 

"Run!” You encouraged, wincing as the massive villain swung its head towards you.  

The young girl took off, her dark brown curls bouncing behind her as you whirled around to follow. 

Just as quick as the big bad’s shadow had swept above you, you were knocked out of harms way. 

You groaned, rubbing your head as you took notice of the red ranger in front of you. 

Off to the side, you noted that the Black ranger had Emily in his arms and was taking her to safety. 

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” The power ranger shouted in exasperation and you rolled your eyes. 

“It was a little girl- what did you expect me to do?” You retorted, a blush marring your cheeks. It was one thing to be scolded by a parent or teacher, but by the cities heroes was another thing. He sighed and extended his hand, pulling you up with ease.

“You’re brave. I’m not saying what you did was wrong, I’m saying it was reckless, and I don’t want you getting hurt…” he paused as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “Take the alleyway behind Doc’s car repair, there’s a load of medics stationed there." 

You stared in shock at the boy in front of you, not believing his words.  

"You’re the red ranger?”

Jason nodded, running a hand through his dark blonde hair nervously as his blue eyes watched for your reaction. 

"Look, I didn’t want to tell you. It’s not safe, it’s very dangerous and I don’t want you getting hur-”

You cut him off, slamming him into a hug. 

"What? (Y/N) aren’t you going to yell at me about endangering myself? Or maybe berate me for not telling you sooner?” He chuckled slightly, returning the hug and placing his chin on your head. 

“You saved me,” your voice was soft and muffled by his shirt and he smiled to himself. “I had always wondered what the ranger had meant by not wanting me to get hurt. I guess now I know.”

Jason laughed, pulling away to look at you. 

“I was so angry at you right then. Always have to be the hero, don’t ya (N/N)?”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and put your hand on his shoulder.  

“Says you, Jason Scott. My best friend the Red Power Ranger- who knew!" 

He looked down at you quizzically. 

"Besides yourself of course…”

He laughed again, you were the ray of light in his life. Sure, he had Billy, Zack, Kimberly, and Trini, but they were rangers; you weren’t. 

You made all his fears and anxiety vanish; he never laughed more than he did with you. 

It was nice to have his best friend by his side and finally knowing his secret too.

Protect You - Liam Dunbar

Request: Can you write a Liam Dunbar Imagine where you’re dating and Reader is Scott’s little sister and he isn’t sure if he approves of the relationship?

Warnings: None

A/N: First request I’ve ever done and first Teen Wolf imagine! The italics are texts btw. Hope you like it!


You woke up from your nap with a loud buzz sounding from your phone. Your eyes squinted until eventually they made out the word “Liam” in big letters. His texts read:

Liam: Hey baby, practice is over early today. How does a little movie and pizza date sound tonight at your place?

Your heart squeezed because you just loved how Liam could make the simplest things so cute. You guys didn’t need to do anything extravagant to have a good time. All you needed was each other. You responded.

You: That sounds perfect. Be here at 8?

Liam: Of course, I’ll bring the pizza and you pick out a movie. See you at 8. <3

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Cupid’s Blind

Words: 7349

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Angel!Au

Summary: One - lovers are tied by red strings. Two - you hate love. Three - a certain angel literally cannot say ‘no’ to ‘please’

Notes: Gif

“I wonder what love feels like…”

You whip your head around, stopping in the middle of the crosswalk as the rest of the crowd pulls past you. The surroundings haze as if the world is being tugged away until everything is but a picture from a distance and you are in darkness. You swear you’ve heard a voice, a warm breath tickling your ear but no one’s there. Except, you catch a moving shadow on the road and in your peripheral vision; sterling pink.

The crosswalk ticks once….twice….three times then flickers to red. The stop light flashes green and absent-minded drivers push down on the pedal, accelerating forward. And you don’t notice, standing right in front of them as a mesmerized statue.

“M   O   V   E   !” Someone shouts but you don’t react fast enough, it doesn’t register fast enough. It’s as if sound passes right past through you and it never reaches your ears. It’s as if every second is being pulled down to last days and evenings, as if millenniums have passed and you’re still in the same place.

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Clumsy Angel

“You still remember that entire situation with Jack, right? Well, yesterday, Felix and I were talking about it. Turns out, it wasn’t Jack that put the neighbor’s dog in a box, but it was the kids across the street. Don’t you think those kids are strange?” Mark continued talking and talking, but Tyler was off in his own thoughts. It was a lot more interesting there to him. Better than what Mark had to say, anyway.

“Tyler? Earth to Tyler. You haven’t been listening.” Mark sighed quietly and nudged Tyler rather harshly, which caught the attention of the taller boy. Tyler looked down at Mark, still trying to focus on the fact that he was back on Earth and not his thoughts. “E-excuse me, what?”

Mark shook his head in disapproval, making Tyler believe that he began saying something important while he was spaced out. “Never mind. It isn’t anything important, anyway. Where the hell did you go?” Mark questioned, tilting his head.

“My mind. It was more interesting there than hearing what you had to say about the neighbor’s dog or whatever,” Tyler replied. This only earned him Mark rolling his eyes in response. “Whatever you say, big boy.”

Before Tyler was able to respond to that, Mark suddenly stopped walking and grabbed Tyler’s arm to prevent him from going on. “There’s something over there,” Mark whispered, knowing the older boy was going to question him.

“It isn’t dangerous though, right? What did you see?”

“Well, I can’t be sure if it’s dangerous or not. It seemed scared when it saw me. But… I think it had a pair of angel wings, maybe..?”

“Do you think it’s possibly an angel?”

“Tyler, you’re insane. There can’t be an angel we can actually see here.”

All of that just led up to an argument about whatever it was that Mark saw. Meanwhile, the angel took a quick peek from the tree he was hiding behind and giggled quietly at the sight. He shook his head and slowly walked into the view of the two males.

Once the two males noticed the angel standing in front of them, they both went quiet. Mark looked down in a bit of embarrassment while Tyler looked at the angel. Blue hair, red shirt, a pair of jeans, and of course, a pair of white, fluffy angel wings. He’s cute.

“Sorry if you’re a bit surprised by this. I was just sent down here to protect… I think his name was Tyler?” The angel looked down for a moment, trying to remember who he was sent to protect. “Yeah, his name was Tyler.”

Mark snickered quietly and nudged Tyler slightly. “You really think they would send angels down here to protect people? Anyway, if this is the one you’re gonna be stuck with, make sure to use protection when you two decide to fuck,” he whispered.

Tyler immediately elbowed Mark as hard as he could, seeing as he wasn’t in the mood for Mark to make dirty comments about everything that happened. The other male bent down slightly in pain, holding onto his side and biting his lip. “I’m guessing you’re Tyler, then. They’ve told me you’re a bit vicious,” the angel sighed before quickly smiling and looking at Tyler. “It’s fine, though! I’ll be able to try and protect you! I’m Ethan!”

“You already know me. That over there is Mark. He can be a bit of a jerk, but hey. That’s what best friends are to each other all the time.” Tyler smiled slightly and nudged Mark, who playfully shoved him in response.

“I mean, I guess you two have a good friendship? The angels were a lot more gentle with each other,” Ethan mumbled.

“It’s a lot different down here than it is up there. You’ll get used to it,” Mark replied, looking at the blue haired angel. Ethan nodded slowly and sighed quietly. He knew it was going to be a long day of trying to get used to everything.


A vase shattering came from the living room. It was quickly followed by quiet mumbles, catching the attention of Tyler and Mark. They both walked into the living room to see Ethan on his knees, picking up the glass shards off of the floor. Once the blue haired angel accidentally cut his finger, Tyler decided to get his attention. “Ethan?”

Ethan’s head quickly turned in the direction of the voice. He whimpered a bit when he saw Tyler and Mark standing there, watching him pick up the glass. “I-I’m sorry about breaking the vase. I really didn’t mean to, I swear I was trying to clean it. It’s just that I’m a bit clumsy and-”

Tyler cut Ethan off by speaking. “Hey, it’s alright. We were planning to get rid of that one, anyway. Besides, you’re adorable when you apologize like that,” Tyler said, mumbling the last part so that the other two couldn’t hear him.

They helped Ethan clean up the glass pieces on the floor before going out on a small walk. “Well, Ethan, tell us what it’s like where you came from,” Tyler spoke, looking down at the small angel.

Ethan seemed to light up at being told to do this. Quickly, he began talking about all sorts of things that happened where he was from. The topics went from a bit of history about the place to what it looked like and to what everyone was like there. It was a bit hard to understand what the angel was saying with how fast he was talking, but Tyler was just happy to see him be so excited about something.

“Strangely, it was usually a bright and cheerful atmosphere over there. Was it really that strange? There were barely any moments of violence. Of course, there were those wars that would come every now and then, but other than that, everything was fine,” Ethan finished with a huge grin on his face.

An idea entered Mark’s head. He knew it would probably result in getting beaten up later that day, but it would be worth it. When Ethan and Tyler weren’t looking, Mark quickly pushed the blue haired male. Before he could hit the ground, the taller male caught him and held him close. Tyler sent a couple of death glares at Mark while keeping the angel close, causing Mark to snicker quietly. “Aww, would you look at that? Ty Ty is protecting his angel companion,” he teased.

This only caused the angel’s cheeks to light up a light shade of red. Ethan quickly hid his face in the taller male’s chest and wrapped his wings around them, trying to avoid Mark. Mark shook his head and chuckled. “I was just messing with you two. Don’t worry about it.”

Once Ethan felt like he was safe and everything was okay, he got Tyler to let go of him and walked over to Mark. He approached the other male slowly, though, as if he was going to jump out at him. Jumping out at him is exactly what he did. Mark quickly but playfully made an attempt to grab Ethan, which frightened the blue haired angel and caused him to go back to Tyler. The angel almost tripped a couple times in the process of doing so, but he made it. Again, this resulted in Mark earning multiple death glares from Tyler.

The rest of that day, Mark would make attempts to get Ethan to run to Tyler for comfort, earning him death glares each time. Even though Mark knew the taller male would get him back, did he care? Nope.


You: You’re posting too much. Can you stop for a moment? What did you do to the original person who ran the account.

Me: I’m that person. It’s just that I’m starting to spend more time on Tumblr.

But seriously. Expect a lot more posts from me since I’m now on Tumblr more often.

I should probably go to sleep though. Not stay up and write a bunch of Tythan stuff. Hmm… Nah. I’m staying up.

I’ll tie her up and torture her until she loves me again

Yes - once again someone complains that Spike’s line in Lovers Walk proves how evil he is - and how misogynistic.

It was Angel who taught Dru to want to be tied up and tortured.  It was Angel who taught her to crave pain!

He drove her insane, killed everyone she loved, and then turned her after she had taken holy orders and become a nun. I kinda think human Dru wasn’t into vanilla let alone kink.

It’s amazing that some people still blame unsouled Spike for saying (and no doubt doing) this - and yet excuse Angel for driving Dru insane and making her desire pain because he didn’t have a soul.

““Getting sick and tired of the constant pranks Angel Dust would play on him, Baxter plotted to get a little payback. He knew that Angel HATED being called cute, so he got Nifty to make a load of Angel Dust plushies and they hid them in places in the hotel where they knew children would find them. After that, Baxter and Nifty watched Angel slowly go insane as people called him cute nonstop for weeks. Laughing all the way.”

-Submitted by cwartsy

I invited her into my dark place
Deep in my heart
where my scars stay
Gave way to logic
Even tho I still drown in
from years of knowledge
From learning the hard way
Moving in vain
Im thru with the pain
The thought of her makes my heart race
Exciting, but apprehensive
like a car chase
As my belessing came
I needed Something to believe in
The face of an angel
Body like a demon
Screaming of heartache
But In her eyes
Reflection of the stars
A universe of scars
From pain that existed way before me
the heroine of my story
It seems the angels that warned me
my prior anguish before me
answered my dreams
and have sent me
one of there own down for me
Oh, and she made him miss her with a fury
Within me desire burns me
like a thousand suns
There in that pile of wrinkled linen…
I was cast from the living
and now some how
ive become undone…
Bowevsr what was lost to the fire
We sill gathdr from the ashes
surprising my demise is on track and
I am back on my back fading
back to blackness
Her memory provokes and haunts me
Seems everlasting
yet I cant wait go back
and relive the passion
an addict that wont break the habit
her taste, a place of satisfaction
I ache in that familiar place
where time and space waste away
and only lonliness and pain seem to stay
Close my eyes and
I see her face
Fools pride - Undecided,
content tho
until the sun rises
and I ask my heart…
can I fly yet?
Can I let go
souls connected,
RUN, I hear the word so clear
My minds objection
an attempt to keep me protected
she came to me
Like a thief all night
so affected, so subjective
Must have been made up in my dreams
With all of the worlds beautiful things
silently My mind screams
in my head and I won’t forget it

I know
no control, she folds, vulnerable
and unprotected
She cant expect that I am the blessed one
however misdirected
She makes me feel high
While we fly above the sky
like we sniffed the best shit
bliss quietness
the screams in my head just
a faded memory
tired of being played with
But the only sound I hear
is in her chest
it seems
her heart beats for me
She forever has a piece of me
And all she had to do was speak to me
Treat me evenly
I know its reckless
But I would already do
just about anything for you
I hope I stand uncorrected
God grant me the ability
To accept the unexpected
To always look at her like it’s the 1st time im in her presence
Please remember me
remember me please
You make me insane
Angels breath
On my chest as
I drift off to the next plane
I lost a few to get to you
And id do it all again…
You see, you are
Forever burned into my memory…
until infinity
Bonded to my soul is where
Your love is kept

anonymous asked:

Aayyy, okay, so I know this may sound a bit weird, but do you have any drunk pasta head cannons?

Drunk Jeff can go from 0-100 my friend. From sitting at a bar stool with his head down to going on some murderous rampage.

Ben doesn’t prefer to drink.

Poor Toby is a giggly horny mess.


Hoodie just kinda sits there silently.

Masky is just drinks like 6 bottles of beer and passes out.

Kate doesn’t really drink either.

Kagekao can control drunk him. Enough.

EJ doesn’t really drink either.


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Winchester brothers-Corrupted Part 3

Title: Corrupted Part 3

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader

Word count: 1109

Request:Hey Im nee to your blog and i really like it… I know this was done a while ago but is there corrupted part 3? If not could you do it? Please please pleaseeeee? 👼🏽

Links:CorruptedCorrupted part 2

They made a mistake.

They admitted it.

They were wrong.

They turned a human into a angel. Not just any human; a Winchester.

“I don’t understand… you’re saying- (Y/n)’s gone bad angel?’‘Dean repeated with a slight witty remark. Sam stared out into the abiss as he tried to take in the information. His hair hung in front of his eyes as he looked back up at the angel.

’'Yes. Once you turn a human into a powerful creature then their whole DNA changes, their every fibre and blood turns into a different genetic. It’s dangerous and risky, that is why no angels were human first, they have vessels. Sometimes it twists their minds and since (y/n) was brought up to be good, to help the world- the opposite of all that is to…well…cause destruction-to be bad.’'Castiel explained as he paced back and fourth.

’'But, why would they change her if she would become evil?’'Sam gaped. The younger Winchester stood up as he tried to control his emotions.

’'Because she was too valuable to risk losing. If chances were good and she did become good, she would have been a insanely powerful angel. She was too greater power to lose.’'Castiel added.

’'Yet they screwed up!’'Dean barked, his hand coming down and hammering against the battered bed. ’'What happens to her now?!”

Castiel looked down in grief as he gave the brothers a solemn expression. “If they find her they’ll kill her”

“To hell they will!’'Sam remarked, his legs jolting towards the angel. ’'If we can talk to her she might listen to us and let us help her”

“It’s no use, Sam’'Cas shook his head. ’'Her brain is wired for evil”

“Bullshit! I won’t have that; (y/n)’s a good person!’'Dean screamed, his fingers came up to clench at his hair, tugging sharply at the strands as he screamed in trouble.

’'We have to at-least give her the benefit of the doubt, Cas’'Sam pleaded, working his puppy dog eyes on his angel friends.

’'I too am upset, Sam. She was my friend’'Cas grumbled in anger.

’'Well help us find her then. You’ve gotta have some angel tracker or something’'Dean hoped. He grabbed his bag as he started to pack his clothes ready to pack in the car.

’'I can only get us a few miles close from where she is’'Cas sighed. ’'She may be already too gone, Dean”


It remained still against your nimble fingertips. Your eyes swallowed shut as you clutched tighter at the still muscle. Your eyes slammed open as you gave up and moved your hand away from your heart that remained still.

It should be beating.

No pulse.

No heart.

No humanity.

No sanity.

You rested your elbows against your kneecaps as you stared out into the distance. Your hair whipped behind you, scrapes and cuts on your forearms as you tank top clung heavily to your bloodied skin.

So much blood.

Darkness swam through your veins.

All those souls you saved, all that pure goodness that ran through your body was now washed out by thick crimson of all the people you hurt.

Each day you slipped further and further into the deep end.

“Excuse me! Ma'am!”

You continued to stare forward, ignoring the shrill voice that pleaded out to you. A scraggly man ran forward, shaking a empty tin in his hand that rattled with a few coins.

“Please, Miss; spare me a few change, I beg of you’'He voiced frantically.

You didn’t even spare him a glance but simply rose your hand into a claw like motion in the air before closing it into a fist. The sound of him choking as he watched with wide eyes before falling to his knee’s next to you.

You reached out, the sound of ribs cracking and swallowing in as you grasped his beating heart in your hand and ripping it out of his chest. The man fell back, a huge gaping hole in his chest as you brought the beating heart up to eye level.

You ran your fingers delicately over the pulsing heart until it finally stopped. Just like yours; his heart stopped.

Now neither of you had a heart.

You simply crushed the heart until dust was the only thing remaining in your palms.

You stood up, your hair whipped furiously the wind prying against you as you opened your arms up and closed your eyes to the feel of the harsh pressure of the cold wind that nipped at your skin.


You turned around at the calling of your name, your eyes landing on your brothers who stood at the top of the hill. They watched you with wide eyes, the wind whipping at them and making their shirts pull back.

’'I’m lost in the deep end’'You grinned at them. Their brows furrowed as they stared at you.

’'What the hell is that supposed to mean?’'Dean yelled. You simply smiled widely at them before starting to walk towards the sea, the waves washing over the roaring water.

They screamed your name once more as they started to pelt it towards you, screaming your name over and over.

The water grabbed at your ankles as you continued to go further and further into the water until your were now swimming underneath.

You made a face of pain as you shoved your ankle beneath the large crate at the bottom of the sea.

Sam jumped into the water, his long locks spraying around him as he grabbed at the crate and tried to pry it off your foot. Bubbles slipped past his lips as he pleaded with you.

You simply shook your head and shoved him away before pointing to the surface. He shook his head but came up for air before going back down.

Dean watched anxiously from the top, his hair knotted from how much he had yanked at it.

Sam came back down only to try again and fail. He couldn’t move the crate and you were running out of breath.

You gave him one last genuine smile before your body slammed back as the water entered your lungs.

Your hair splayed around you, eyes closing as bubbles came frantically from your mouth.

Your body floated softly as you let your last breath go.

Sam tried to release you and drag you up but it was no use. His body jerked softly, a warning that water was getting in his lungs. Sam finally came up to the surface and crawled his way up the sand as he choked.

He sat on his knee’s water ringing from his bones as he shook his head up at his fearful brother.

’'She’s gone”