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My First One Star Review on AirBnB

Story by shawk11/reddit

Buckle up boys and girls. My buddy and I just experienced some grade-A Creepyshit while on a trip to Red Rocks in Colorado. I write a lot of things down anyway and so I figured I might as well post the story here and see what you guys think.

So who here has used AirBnB? raises hand. I think I’ve used it no less than twenty times. All great experiences up until this point, seriously.

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“The Houses in people I know” - A Slytherin with Hufflepuff tendencies

Gryffindor

  • Thinks they’re a lion
  • They’re a cat
  • Screams randomly
  • “Fight Me.”
  • Can get a degree in playing air guitar
  • Dog Person (but they have a weird fixation on cats)
  • Likes talking in a valley girl voice for no reason
  • Has trouble asking for help
  • “I won’t stand for the blatant mistreatment of cupcakes!”

Hufflepuff

  • Dad Jokes
  • Human Personification of a Cat Poster
  • Either procrastinates or works super hard 
  • there’s no in between
  • Passive- Aggressive
  • Bad at confrontation
  • Smol, but strong
  • Literally they can lift me onto their shoulders
  • “Have you ever wanted to open every banana at someone’s house because you didn’t want to confront them about being mad?”

Slytherin

  • Is a cinnamon roll
  • Will shank you with a spoon if needed
  • Throws shade nonstop
  • The only person I know who doesn’t seem super nervous before presentations
  • Really good manners
  • Has tact
  • Until you mess up on table manners
  • “You are eating like a cow. Please just stop.”

Ravenclaw

  • So many books and reading
  • Extracurriculars
  • No sports
  • Good at art
  • Talks to themselves sometimes
  • Poker face 101
  • Has an organized desk
  • Likes taking aesthetic photos
  • “HOLD STILL! You are in the perfect pose for my nerdy,soft, and depressed aesthetic.

GryffinPuff/ HuffleGrif/ HuffleDor

  • Chaotic Good
  • Will fight you if you hurt their friends
  • Has a bunch of friends
  • Strong Morals
  • Has a lot of feelings
  • Don’t mess with them
  • Everyone loves them and you’ll feel their wrath
  • Protects small animals
  • “I NEED THAT CHURRO! FIGHT ME!”

GryffinErin/SlytherGriff/Slytherdor

  • A living contradiction
  • Slays 25/8
  • Is randomly impulsive
  • Really good at throwing shade
  • Likes outdated memes
  • p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n 
  • but with a capital P
  • Likes to watch cat videos
  • Will not hesitate to destroy you
  • “I’ve been watching videos about judo for 3 hours and I can’t tell if I made a mistake.”

GryffinClaw/GryffinRaven/RavenDor

  • Loves to read cliches
  • Wears oversize glasses
  • Knows a bunch of random facts
  • Has a bunch of courage, but thinks before the act
  • Has commitment issues
  • One word: D I S N E Y
  • Is really witty
  • Stands for what they think is right
  • “ So you’re telling me that you threw that at them because your arm twitched? You know, I wasn’t born yestreday.”

HuffleClaw/HuffleRaven/RavenPuff

  • A mixture of the type of friend you cry on their shoulder and the friend you ask to hide a body
  • Good
  • Is so good trivia
  • Struggles with saying the logical or emotional statement
  • Smol, but tall
  • Roasts me but then apologizes.
  • Likes wearing comfy clothing
  • Curses only in foreign languages
  • “Regina, sometimes you have to make tough decisions.” “… My name is Esther”

HufflEring/HuffleSlyter/SlytherPuff

  • Is not good at feelings
  • No one would ever suspect them having an ounce of Slytherin in them
  • Is bad a public speaking
  • Can be really cold
  • Has mastered being a hidden nerd
  • Stylish
  • P R O C A S T I N A T I O N
  • Is outgoing, but if you cross them they’ll have so much dirt on you
  • “I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUch… I mean, what was the homework for last night?”

RavErin/RavenSlyth/SlytherClaw

  • Has so many connections
  • So smart
  • Always has a comeback
  • Passes all their classes with no effort
  • All the teachers love them
  • Everything is on point
  • Loves to watch old movies
  • Drinks coffee with a lot of sweetener
  • “One phone call.” “To do what?” “Take a guess.”
Anyway-I-Love-Vanderwood Masterpost

Art Tag

✿ Headcanons

RFA + Minor Trio

RFA + V + Saeran

RFA

Minor Trio

Saeran + Vanderwood

Saeran

Vanderwood

Other


✿ Prose

AUs

Harvest Moon AU - In this Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon inspired AU, the MC is a farmer who’s just moved to the small-town community of Mystic Valley to try their hand at country life.

Cast List

Yoosung’s Heart Events

Zen’s Heart Events


MMO AU - In this Log Horizon, .hack//Sign, and SAO inspired AU, the MC - along with the entirety of the RFA - have become trapped in the online world of Mystic Message Online, with no ability to log out or contact the outside world!

General Overview

Class List and Equipment

Guilds

Monster Types

Yoosung Events

Jumin Events

✿ Series

Crystal Messenger -  Mystic Messenger Fantasy AU. You’re one of the most respected knights in King Han’s kingdom until a horrible incident leaves you with a missing eye, a dead best friend, and a curse on your body that grants you tremendous power while driving you steadily insane. Desperate, distressed, and feeling like a worthless failure, you embark on a suicidal mission of unrestrained heroism, leaving your life behind as you try to make something of yourself before you die.

It doesn’t quite work out like you’d hoped.

[Zen 1 ✿ 2  ✿ 3] ->


✿ Custom MCs (their names link to the tags, which contain art of them!)

Sidhe - A shy girl yet brutally optimistic girl with severe burn scarring who believes she was saved from death by a magical cat spirit. She also believes this is the source of her horrible-yet-amazing luck and her impressive strength.

Vega - A former hitman who ends up falling in with the RFA and having their life changed (ostensibly) for the better. They smoke, they drink, they lowkey constantly want to die, and they’re terrible at dealing with their feelings.

Lily Wellington - A bizarre witch who is approached by the RFA to help grant their wishes. She always has an expression of disaffected unamusement on her face and has an extremely difficult time understanding this wacky technology business.

Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age


Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.

anonymous asked:

Lottie!!! Do you have any feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters?? I would love to hear about it bc I for one am very passionate about Sirius Black occasionally sounding EXTREMELY posh and feeling a bit embarrassed about it

I… have… SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THE ACCENTS OF VARIOUS HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!!! 

and by ‘the accents of various Harry Potter characters’ I mean the LACK THEREOF and the Overwhelming amount of Posh Wankers in this series. I MEAN. it winds me up MASSIVELY, and it also opens a can of wooorrrmmmss re: the wizarding population around the British Isles. like… We Need To Talk About Wales. caveat: this is all coming from a Northerner, so as far as I’m concerned the Midlands are in the South, but I’m going to try to be geographical instead of Northern about this.

SO, for those who can’t tell the difference between various UK accents/didn’t realise there were accents in England other than The Benedict Cumberbatch (which, if you’re going from these movies, is understandable), let me break down the film accents for you: McGonagall, Cho Chang and Oliver Wood are Scottish, Seamus Finnegan, Mad-Eye Moody and Luna Lovegood are Irish (Evanna Lynch is from the border region so her accent sounds slightly Northern Irish), Neville Longbottom has a Yorkshire accent (Yorkshire is a county in the North of England), Hagrid is from the West Country (which, despite how it sounds, is The South), and literally every other character sounds like they grew up below the Watford Gap. discounting the ones I’ve just mentioned, everyone else is Generic Southern or straight up Good Old Boy RP (Received Pronunciation, which is like standard BBC English that you hear on the telly/out of the gob of pretty much every HP character). 

(I mean, in fairness, this wasn’t really a Movie decision. in the books the Midlands and the North are just places the Hogwarts Express has to pass through to get to Scotland. Harry is from Surrey, the Weasleys are from Devon, it never really says where Hermione’s from but judging by how her dialogue reads I’m guessing it’s The South, Sirius grew up walking distance from King’s Cross, Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country somewhere, Malfoy Manor is in Wiltshire, and even though the footy team you support doesn’t always indicate where you’re from we’ll ignore that in this case and say that Dean Thomas is from Stratford, East London. and those are just the characters I can remember off the top of my head. that’s a lot of southerners. like, Pureblood wizards seem to be mostly very old aristocracy (I remember reading that the Malfoys came over from France with William the Conquerer in 1066), so you could argue that, like, they all had wizard babies in/around the capital and they’re slowly but surely spreading outwards hence the CLUMP of southern wizards (not to mention they tend to stick together in communities like Ottery St Catchpole and Godric’s Hollow) but a) that is a stupid, reaching theory and I seriously doubt it, and b) even if it WAS true, MUGGLEBORNS EXIST! why aren’t there wizards popping up in, like, Liverpool or Salford or Birmingham? why is EVERYONE so goddamn WELL-SPOKEN???)

I do think about the accents thing a lot. and I get mad about the movies a lot. I mean, Hagrid’s accent reads as Yorkshire. he says ‘summat’! he’s the most Yorkshire thing ever!! and Dean has a Generic Nice Southern accent, not an East London accent! he should sound like Alfie bloody Moon!!! also, considering Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, DUMBLEDORE SHOULD HAVE HAGRID’S ACCENT!!!!! I JUST DIE OVER THE TERRIBLE ACCENT CHOICES FOR THESE FILMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY WOULD YOU LET MICHAEL ‘I DON’T NEED TO READ THE BOOKS’ GAMBON DO A WEIRD DRUNKEN IRISH LILT WHEN HE COULD HAVE BEEN HAGRIDDING EVERYWHERE!!!!!! (also if Voldemort hadn’t ruined everything and Harry had been raised in Godric’s Hollow he would also have a Hagrid-ish accent. amazing.) AND, according to the HP wiki, Little Hangleton is in the North somewhere, which means Gaunt cottage is in the North somewhere, which means VOLDEMORT IS NORTHERN. LOL. take a moment for that one. let it sink in. Voldemort is my past, present and fookin’ future, innit. 

BUT YEAH. ANYWAY.

so if we’re going by the books there’s literally one Scottish person and one Irish person that we know of at Hogwarts (AND one of them is a teacher, AND I don’t think either of them were ever SPECIFICALLY said to have a Scottish/Irish accent). which begs the question: where the fuck is everyone who isn’t middle class English going to school??? what the hell is going on here???? as far as we know there is one (1) Irish student and this school and no (0) Scottish students. which… is wild. especially because the entire Irish quidditch team must have passed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts in the preceding 10 years, but suddenly: a dearth. AND THERE’S NO WELSH STUDENTS! WHERE ARE THE WELSH? obviously the Holyhead Harpies are a Welsh team, and the common Welsh Green is a Welsh dragon, and Dai Llewellyn who had a ward in St Mungo’s named after him sounds Welsh, and I’m pretty sure Helga Hufflepuff was from Wales*, SO WHERE ARE THEIR SPROGS AT? 

*IIRC aren’t the four founders all from different countries? I’m sure it’s at least implied by the Sorting Hat at one point. like ‘Gryffindor from wild moor’** = Dartmoor, I assume, as Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country = England, Ravenclaw’s from ‘glen’ = Scotland, I’m sure there are glens in other places but SCOTLAND, Hufflepuff is something something valley? again, valleys are everywhere, but whenever someone says ‘valley’ my brain immediately puts on a Daffyd Thomas voice and goes ‘IN THE VALLEEEEYYYSS’ which it certainly doesn’t do for any other country, so = Wales, and SLYTHERIN = FEN = Ireland has a shitload of bogs and fens and stuff. plus Slytherin is green, Ireland is the Emerald Isle, I’m just REALLY GLAD SLYTHERIN’S IRISH HAHA ÉIRE GO BRÁCH LOSERS 

**FOR THE RECORD the HP wiki told me Godric’s Hollow is in the West Country, and that seems very likely as the North of England doesn’t seem to exist in the HP canon, HOWEVER I PERSONALLY choose to believe that the ‘wild moor’ is in fact THE YORKSHIRE MOORS and that Godric Gryffindor, like Tom Marvolo Riddle, is a top lad innit mate. 

but back to The Absent Welsh: I like to think that maybe they’ve set up their own school. it’s a weekly boarding. everyone speaks Cymraeg. all the Irish and Scottish students go there too because they fucking hate the English. it would certainly explain the lack of Scottish, Irish and Welsh students at Hogwarts. they’re all just getting on with it in Wales somewhere. probably Anglesey. or maybe there are actually wizarding schools that are just normal day schools and Hogwarts is just the famous one because it’s a big, old, prestigious boarding school. considering Harry apparently had his name down since birth… MAYBE HOGWARTS IS THE ETON COLLEGE OF MAGIC! THIS IS MAKING SO MUCH SENSE!!! all the middle class English lot are like ‘oh darling, you simply must go to the Eton College of magic!!’ meanwhile muggleborn Gary ‘Gazza’ Bloggs from the Wirral is like ‘nah mate I’ll just go t’ t’ local like.’

(SPEAKING OF ETON COLLEGE, Justin Finch-Fletchley had his name down for it, which is aaaaabsolutely hilarious. Eton is an independent all-boys boarding school which costs roughly £37,000 ($48,000) per academic year. if Justin hadn’t been a surprise wizard he probably would have gone to Eton, gone to Oxford, joined an elite drinking club, burned money in front of homeless people, rattled a dead pig and then become Prime Minister. but instead of doing all of that he has to go to a PUBLIC SCHOOL with negligible rules, very little uniform, girls, AND he can’t even tell any of his posh little mates about it when he goes home to MUMMY for the VAC. to top it all off he’s gone from being a Good Old Boy Top Shelf Jolly Hockey Sticks Young Chap on the path to upper class glory and the Houses of Parliament to being a MUGGLEBORN HUFFLEPUFF i.e. the bottom of the Wizarding world/Hogwarts food chain. but never mind, eh, he seems pleased enough. bet he has a CORKING accent, what!)

even though my Average Joe Wizard High School idea is definitely not true, I definitely 100% feel like Ireland should have its own wizarding school. the Republic of Ireland’s relationship with The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is so long and arduous that even I, who has an Irish mother, can’t keep it all straight in my head, but basically Ireland is not part of ~the UK~ or ~Great Britain~ even though it is part of the British Isles, so they really need their own school. (tbh I’m low key offending myself by talking about this like they Should have their own school rather than They Have Their Own School, Obviously, but… whatever.) THEY ALSO SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN MINISTRY OF MAGIC! they might have! we just don’t know! why didn’t Harry make better friends with Seamus!!! UNLESS, of course, wizards don’t trifle themselves with Muggle Affairs and didn’t get involved with the Irish revolution and the Troubles etc. (although considering how the Order of the Phoenix being founded/the war really kicking into high gear coincided with the Winter of Discontent/widespread right wing sympathy across the UK… I doubt it), and so Irish wizards are still being governed from ~Westminster. but again, if that’s the case, WHY ARE NONE OF ‘EM GOIN’ HOGWARTS??????? WHY IS SEAMUS FINNEGAN THE LONE IRISH DIASPORA AT WIZARD SCHOOL???? 

I… literally cannot believe how Away from me this has Gotten. 

accents. okay. 

yes, Sirius Black accidentally being EXTREMELY POSH is something I am very passionate about also. he tries to mask it by being all rebellious and Landaaaannn about everything but fails miserably because every so often he’ll say ‘one’, and when he’s tired or excited he’s just like… the Queen on steds. arrived at Hogwarts fluent in French and passable in Latin. knows how to use so many forks. a prank goes right and he’s like ‘YESSSS TOP SHELF, BOYS! ABSOLUTELY BANG ON!’ James is also posh but posh in the rich, big old farmhouse, Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies way, so he gets away with it because he’s never been to a cotillion and doesn’t sometimes slip and say ‘spiffing’. meanwhile Remus is from the Midlands in my heart (maybe Shropshire)*** and is just very normal and not at all impressed by these posh knobs he has to share a bedroom with. Peter is probably from somewhere with an accent that grates on you after a while, like Birmingham. (no offence @Brummies.) according to the HP wiki (it’s teaching me SO MUCH but literally where tf are they getting this info) Snape is from the Midlands, which means that surely Lily is from the Midlands, because they met when they were playing out as kids!!! this Excites Me! also imagining Snape with a Wolverhampton accent is just… exquisite. 

***I know a lot of people are All About Scottish Remus and while that is second in my heart to Midlands Remus it is certainly In My Heart. 

I love and support Neville Longbottom having a Yorkshire accent because I, too, have a Yorkshire accent, and his in the films means SO MUCH TO ME!! he’s OUR BOY!!! GO ON, LADDDD!!!!!! etc. I really want Lee Jordan to have a Limmy-esque Glaswegian accent, because IMAGINE him doing the quidditch commentary and just getting more and more incomprehensibly Scottish, and McGonagall keeps yelling at him because she can actually understand what he’s saying whereas everyone else can just manage to catch ‘Slytherin’ and ‘cheating’ and ‘10 points’ so they’re just like ‘???!!!!! ! !! ? !!’ also I’m a big fan of Bristolian Lavender Brown, for no other reason than I just thought of her greeting Ron by saying ALRIGHT MY LUVVER and nearly died. 

in conclusion, you could say that I do indeed have feelings about the accents of various Harry Potter characters and I hope you weren’t lying when you said you’d love to hear about it. 

Someone just brought it to my attention that maybe Cole was talking about being whipped over another girl.
I’m going to address this for the people doubting SH right now.
Firstly, it’s no secret that I’m part of team “Sprousehart is 100% something more than friends”. I refuse to label them as boyfriend and girlfriend yet because I don’t know the exact status of their relationship, but I’m certain they’re either together, casually dating, lovers, or taking it slow, while trying to figure out what they mean to each other. But there is no denying that the way these two crazy kids behave around each other is a lot lot more than just friendship.

Here’s the real point I want to make: when a boy says “I’m whipped” it means he is in love so deep that he is willing to do anything for his partner. Side note: People usually talk about being whipped if there is dating involved. Now, with Cole’s comment, we are to assume that there is currently a special lady who has a very strong hold on his heart - someone he does a lot for.
At Paleyfest, Lili admitted that when she asked Cole to take her to Antelope Valley, and photograph her, he didn’t hesitate to say yes. He was all like, “Yeah, let’s do it”. Cole deleted the daddy poll because Lili didn’t win, and we all know he wanted her to. (I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually did vote for her a lot.) Lili has been taking up photography lately - who do you think is teaching her? Who do you think got her the camera? Honestly, it’s right there in front of us all in plain sight. Cole has admitted on numerous occasions that his worst habit is interrupting people, which he’s proven to be true many times. But at Wondercon he let Lili speak in all their interviews without interfering; he let her shine on her own, and he only chimed in when he noticed she was getting tongue tied or needed him to finish her sentences. There’s a lot more proof I can provide, but this post will be never ending if I do. So for now I’ll leave you with all these sweet moments to ponder over. Basically, what I’m trying to say is, Cole’s behaviour towards Lili screams WHIPPED!

If Cole was, hypothetically speaking, referring to another girl when he said he’s whipped then I feel sorry for her, whoever she is, because the way he looks at Lili, talks about Lili and acts around Lili is exactly how someone in love behaves. He looks at her like she is magic. He doesn’t seem to know the meaning of personal space when standing near her. He can’t help but smile every time their eyes meet (she does this, too). He makes countless sex comments about her & around her, and even when she’s not around, “I was excited … it was great.”
I’m sorry, but whoever this other (clearly non-existent) mystery girl is, she must be sitting at home right now fuming because her “bae” seems to spend most of his time boasting about Lili and how great she is to do love scenes with. ;) Also, if there was another girl in his life, I doubt she’d be happy with him going out for breakfast with Lili, and then spending the entire day together, and then finishing the night with a romantic dinner for two. For those of you who don’t know, yes, Cole and Lili spent the whole day from morning till night last week, then they just “mysteriously” fell off the face of the earth for the entire weekend. Jeez, I wonder why? 🤔
Also, I don’t see Cole posting heart eyes emojis on any other females’ photos. I also don’t see his very over protective brother, Dylan, following any of his female model friends everyone seems to worry about.
Their obvious body language, and lack of personal space, their constant heart eyes to each other, their flirty banter, their ridiculous chemistry, their continuous smiles every time they look at each other, their flustered faces whenever they know people are on to them is just way too real and intense to ignore.

How anyone can think Cole meant another girl is beyond me. The guy is hopelessly in love with Lili. And if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, I can assure you she would have dismissed him a long time ago, and not be spending nights at his house, and going out on dates with him for an entire day.
Whatever is going on between them is mutual. ❤️

take me there (g.d.)

~I saw Gray post this on his snapchat (graysondolan) and got inspired to write a cute lil blurb. This is the first thing I’ve written about Grayson, so I’m pretty excited. It’s just off the top of my head. I hope you enjoy!! :)

As always, please forgive any mistakes you might see.

**(No warnings. Just a lil fluff is all. xx)**

I’m actually gonna kill him,” you mumbled to yourself as you swatted another mosquito invading your personal space. All you wanted was to locate your best friend and get to the bottom of his weird behavior without being attacked by insects every thirty seconds. 

He’d been acting so strange the past couple days and neither you, nor his twin brother could pinpoint exactly why. He seemed too far lodged in his head; alone with his cyclone of thoughts. Grayson was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve per say, but he never did develop the toxic habit of shutting you or Ethan out when he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent himself. You desperately wanted to help your best friend, which is why you immediately jumped in the car to find him when you saw the recent addition to his Snapchat story captioned, “Thinkin spot”. You knew exactly where it was, having been there yourself many times. 

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Pulsar’s 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016

It’s time for my Top 10 Favorite Anime Of 2016 List!

A few things to keep in mind:

1. Im not including any sequel series (which means Sound Euphonium 2 and Food Wars: The Second Plate arent on my list, although theyre both great shows and definitely worth checking out).

2. This is strictly my opinion. If you dont see a show you liked on here, Im not bashing it or saying its not any good.

3. Im only including shows I watched all the way through to the end. There are some shows I didnt get a chance to finish like Mob Psycho 100, Orange and Shouwa Genroku that I need to revisit.

With that all said, here we go with the Honorable Mentions!  

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HONORABLE MENTION #1: PLEASE TELL ME, GALKO-CHAN!

This is a really fun series of comedy shorts revolving around three high school girls: an otaku, a gyaru (think the Japanese equivalent of a valley girl) and a sweet but airheaded rich girl. Most of the humor is sex-related and yet the show never feels mean-spirited. Definitely worth checking out if you want something quick to watch and laugh at.


HONORABLE MENTION #2: MAGICAL GIRL RAISING PROJECT

Dark takes on the “magical girl” genre have become more and more commonplace in the aftermath of Madoka Magica. This show revolves around a mobile app game that allows you to create your own magical girl, and gives 1 in 10,000 players the ability to become a real-life superhero. But soon things take a dark and violent turn.

What separates this show from the pack is the sheer variety of powers and abilities that it features. All the girls (and one guy) have different motivations for wanting to be a superhero, and their powers are diverse and interesting. Dont let the cute art fool you: this is NOT for young kids.


HONORABLE MENTION #3: SHE AND HER CAT - EVERYTHING FLOWS

The only reason I wound up not including this show in my top ten is because its literally 4 five minute episodes. But man does it pack a punch, especially if you love animals.

This is a short series about a young woman and her aging pet cat. The show is entirely from the point of view of the cat, and you see how he views the world and how he views his owner with unconditional love. If youve ever owned a pet, take the time to watch this one.

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And now its time for my Top 10 Anime of 2016. Here we go!

#10: MYRIAD COLORS PHANTOM WORLD

KyoAni’s first series of 2016 was this overlooked fun little fantasy gem about a near future in which a virus has caused people to be able to perceive extra-dimensional and paranormal beings around them. The main characters are four students of a special school for students with special abilities who can seal off and fight phantoms, or in some cases help them resolve their unfinished business so they can move on.

This show got a lot of attention early on in 2016 and just as fast seemed to drop off the radar, mostly because people seemed disappointed that it wasnt a darker/more “serious” show. But thats okay. Sometimes I just want to be entertained. And Myriad Colors does that.

#9: KONOSUBA - GOD’S BLESSING ON THIS WONDERFUL WORLD!

Konosuba is the first of two “trapped in a fantasy world” anime series on my Top 10 list. This is a trope that has been done to death, but where this one won me over was in the sheer irreverence it has for its own genre.

The main character, after dying in a rather embarrassing fashion, is magically transported to a fantasy world by a goddess who turns out to be a bit of a screw-up. In order to find work in this new world, he assembles a motley crew including a masochistic knight and a mage who only want to blow things up. Sound ridiculous? It is. And it’s absolutely hilarious.

KONOSUBA returns for a 2nd season starting this month, so you have time to catch up before then!


#8: IZETTA THE LAST WITCH 

In an alternate version of World War II, the archduchess of a small country about to invaded by the Germans is kidnapped… but is then rescued by her childhood friend, who turns out to be the last witch on Earth. The witch volunteers her help in defending her friend’s country from the invaders, and soon the tide has turned in a BIG way.

Do you like watching WWII-era dogfights? Imagine one with a witch flying around using a giant rifle as a broom and blowing Nazi planes out of the sky. If that doesn’t sound cool to you, I don’t know what to say. Check this one out if you like badass female leads and awesome action sequences.


#7: KIZNAIVER

Studio TRIGGER (Kill La Kill) returned in 2016 with this sci-fi series about a group of teenagers who are forced to be part of an experiment linking them emotionally. This show connected (see what I did there) with me on multiple levels. Adolescence can be an insanely painful part of life, and many people never move on past the things that are done and said to them during this time. The characters on this show, even if they aren’t always likeable, are always UNDERSTANDABLE. I genuinely felt for all of them and wanted them to end up OK. If you like sci-fi but want something different, give this one a go.


#6: 91 DAYS

This is another great series that seemed to fly under the radar this year. I never heard many of my friends who are into anime talking about this one, and its a shame, because this show is something special.

91 DAYS is set during Prohibition and is about a young man whose entire family is murdered by the Mafia. Seven years later, while in hiding, he receives a letter giving him the names of the men responsible, and he begins to work his way into the family in order to destroy it from the inside out.

This is a fantastic revenge story, with some twists and turns you won’t expect and a darkness to it that stuck with me a long time after it ended.

#5: PLANETARIAN

“I am just a little broken…”

Prepare to have your heart a LOT broken.

PLANETARIAN takes place in a post-apocalyptic future where hostile machines have taken over the Earth. A “junker” is scavenging for supplies in a department store when he is greeted by the android mascot of the store’s rooftop planetarium… who has been in stasis for years and has no idea what has happened to the world. The junker initially wants nothing to do with her but realizing he has nowhere to go decides to hide out in the planetarium for a while, and soon gets roped into fixing the projector so the android can present the show to any guests who may show up.

If you like your sci-fi with a healthy dose of feels, check this one out. Its only 5 episodes long but it stuck with me long after I watched it, and I’ll likely be coming back to rewatch it many times in the future.

#4: YURI!!! ON ICE

Yes, an anime about gay male figure skaters made my top 10 list? Why? Because its an awesome goddamn show, that’s why.

After suffering a complete meltdown at the previous World Finals, Yuri has given up on skating and has decided to come home to Japan. No sooner has he returned than his idol, a Russian figure skater named Victor, shows up at his doorstep… wanting to become his coach.

This show is consistently fun to watch, with great animation, some incredible skating sequences, and arguably the best romantic couple of the year in anime. And tell me the opening song doesn’t get you pumped, and I’ll call you a lying sack of shit. Yuri On Ice is awesome. Watch it. Like, now. 

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My top 3 is where it gets tricky, because any of these next three shows could have been my #1. I’d rank them all at the top in terms of quality, so I’m going with them in the order of which ones had the most emotional impact on me personally.

#3: KABANERI OF THE IRON FORTRESS

If you liked Attack On Titan, this is better. Yes, I said it. I love Attack On Titan, but this is a better show. 


Set in an alternate timeline during the Industrial Revolution in Japan, a virus causes people to transform into walking corpses who soon overrun the entire country. Humans are forced to barricade themselves in walled cities and use armor-plated trains to travel from fortress to fortress. One day, in the middle of his home being overrun by the “kabane,” a young engineer who has been working on a new steam-powered weapon designed to defeat the monsters is bitten by one of them… but instead of transforming all the way, he becomes a kabaneri, a human/kabane hybrid. He joins up with a fellow female kabaneri and the survivors of his fallen city in an attempt to make their way to safety on board one of the armored trains.

This show is essentially a nonstop chase sequence through the first half, and political intrigue comes into play halfway through. If you like nonstop action, gore and terror, this is your ticket to ride.

#2: RE:ZERO
I watched the first episode of this show the day after it aired, got bored, and didn’t come back to it…until about three months later, when I kept hearing people talk about the show and how it was affecting them. While on a road trip I decided to give it another shot, and ended up binge-watching the entire series in one go. It’s that good.

RE:ZERO is about a young man who, after shopping at a convenience store, suddenly finds himself in a fantasy world straight out of the games and shows he loves. While initially thrilled to be there, he finds out rather quickly that he is completely out of his element and ends up dying a rather grisly death… only to find himself back where he started from when he first showed up in the new world. It turns out that he has the ability to come back after dying to a certain “save point” (which changes over time), and while no one around him remembers the previous timeline, he does.

So, all good right? No matter what happens you can come back and fix it? Well, not so fast. Imagine falling in love with someone only for them to not remember who you are or things you’ve talked about. Imagine seeing the people you care about die over and over again because you keep messing up. Imagine making mistakes, thinking you can fix them by dying… and coming back further along in the timeline and NOT being able to undo them.

This show takes all the issues I usually have with the “transported to a fantasy world” genre and not only addresses them but essentially makes them the focus of the show. The main character alternates between being funny and likeable and selfish and arrogant, and while he can be hard to like at times, he’s easy to understand and identify with. The supporting characters are fantastic (including arguably my favorite female character of the year, Rem the demon maid) and the story has many twists and turns, with many more to come as the show has been confirmed for second season.

I’ve never been so glad that I gave an anime a second chance as I am with RE:ZERO. Definitely check this one out.

#1: ERASED

Imagine this: when you’re a child, two of your friends and a third child you don’t know but is in your class are murdered. You were the last person to see the third victim alive, but didn’t do or say anything, and you have felt guilty ever since.

Since then, you have had a curse: every once in a while, you will relive the same three to five minutes over and over again, Groundhog Day style, until you change something. It might mean pushing someone out of the way of a car, it might mean stopping a purse snatcher. But you are stuck until you fix what needs to be fixed.

Now imagine, after coming home to find a loved one murdered, you are blamed for the crime and are about to be arrested when you feel that same “rewind” effect happening… only when you open your eyes, it is 1988, you are 11 years old walking to school (but with your 29 year old mind intact), and the murders from your childhood are about to happen again.

What would you do?

ERASED is the best anime of 2016. No other show excited me, terrified me, made me think, made me cry, or made me remember as much as this show did. Even if you don’t like anime, watch this show. It’s my #1 for a reason.

Thanks for taking the time to check out my list! If you see a favorite of yours from 2016 that’s missing, shoot me a message and I’ll check it out! 

Essays in Existentialism: Frozen

Could you maybe do a fic where neither Clarke or Lexa falls into freezing water and the other goes “well now I’ll have to get naked to keep you from dying”

The trees creaked and cracked against the bitter cold that froze everything it touched. The entire forest seemed to moan with complaint against the frigid state of the world as the only two brave enough to venture out of the warmth of homes and buildings as the blizzard began to descend upon them.

Hooves trudged through the accumulation that obscured the familiar path, blurring out all directions in a multitude of white and grey. But still, they horses pressed on through the glacial midmorning with the foolhardy notion of beating the worst of it.

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Kill Zone - Part 4: Into the Wild

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned),   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: The usual… talk of murder, Dean being an attractive ass, nature being annoying af, heights, near death experience (sorta).

Word Count: 4800ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Technical terms: 

Primary Crime scene: The place where the victims were killed, as opposed to the location where the dead body was found (Secondary crime scene) after being moved, or in this case tortured before being set free and hunted.

Unsub: Unknown subject / The Killer.

MASTERLIST

You were about ready to throw the scalding hot thermo of coffee at Dean Winchester’s face when he honked the horn for the 5th time, as you were locking up and leaving your motel room. Instead you opted for the less violent solution, that is screaming over your shoulder as you struggled with your thermo and backpack while getting the key into the lock.

“I’m coming!” you hollered loud enough for him to hear, as you continued to cuss at him under your breath. “Asshole.”

Dean looked just about as happy as you felt, when you reached his car. He didn’t say a word, he just looked you up and down at you a few times, as you climbed in next to him, before he set the car in motion. His silence only succeeded in angering you further and you caught yourself thinking how in the world this man could have practically raised your kindhearted, considerate best friend through college.

“It rained a lot last night,” Dean informed, as he pull up on a dirt road leading to the mountain, making you roll your eyes at him. You weren’t a nature girl and you sure as hell weren’t a tracker, but you weren’t stupid either.

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in another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone

hera’s is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies ready on her tongue, she is quick to scold, hard to love. she pours fireball into her morning coffee just to remind herself of the way he always smelled of burning, just so she could face a little bit of him and not come back running. in this life, she is divorced, is doing well, sometimes meets up with the baby mamas of her sour-faced ex-lover (if she could wash him out, she would, she would, she would, but lightning loves towers and she only feels at ease in thunderstorms and twenty-four stories because olympus was rebuilt into skyscrapers and nobody can tell her otherwise), sometimes gets over her hatred of them. the one who jumps at swans is her roommate, they both like romance movies and staying out late. she chooses alone. she chooses: i make my own home.

aphrodite is a party girl with black pumps and a wicked smile, facebook messages hephaestus while sex-skyping her little god of war, she says, “sorry” a lot. sometimes she thinks she is running out of love, sometimes she thinks there’s not enough love left. she comes around again to the satin of her lover’s beds, never feels warm. she says, fine. she says, i’m okay. ares here is commander of the department of defense, never settled down, never got the wife and two kids. one day in this life hephaestus hears a knock on his garage door and walks on over. in this life, they’ve got braces for broken people like him. when he answers, it’s just her, no makeup, just her in her big-eyed weepy mess, and she says, “you actually listen” so he listens for a little. she explains slowly; new term, polyamorous. she says, heart is steady bead on both people. he says, “i know, i understand,” she says, “but it’s hurting you,” he says, “i gave up hurting for other people a long time ago,” he says, “the war god and i go out for drinks and talk about anything but you” she cries again, a whole ocean. he says, “i am learning, and one day maybe it will be all us three” she says, “you wait for me,” and he does. more and more often, when the world tastes too much, she shows up at his door, to be the person she is when she’s unbeautiful. in this life, a little down the road, she takes a break from all of it and starts a no-kill shelter called “the golden apple”. hephaestus builds it for her. she kisses him on the cheek. one day, when the ares comes around, the three of them play video games. after that, it is not share-her. it is all-the-same.

athena turns down apollo on the radio, his song trapped in the throats of all who hear it. a good song, a catchy song, a hear-it-once-and-never-forget-it song. athena dropped out of school to pursue knowledge. she teaches around the world with a backpack on her back and a smile on her face. her girlfriend is a librarian. whenever she comes home, she swings the little woman up in her arms and bursts with stories. the woman laughs because stoic athena in public is not the athena of private, is not knowledge-river athena. athena freelances as a journalist. anywhere she can give out information is good enough. eventually her name and “breaking news” are synonymous.

artemis goes to the red carpet on the arms of her brother, says that the world of hollywood is too much sunlight for her, she goes back to working as the city’s best detective, the hunt in her blood for monsters among men. in her free time, she follows athena down to places, traps poachers who would use her name to ruin the lives of beasts. hera has learned long ago not to pester her about marrying. artemis comes out as ace/aro one day to her brother, who rolls his eyes at her. “you still get grossed out every time people kiss,” and then he bowls her over in a hug she didn’t know she needed. this is one of the only times he sees her cry. the next is eight years later at his wedding. the man he chooses as his partner has already undergone a secret artemis-style investigation. he came out clean, and she came out with a second brother. when her twin asks her about the happy tears, she jokingly tells him she was worried his was going to marry his car. he laughs, big sun laugh and says, “trust me, i was this close.” in hot summers, they go down to the docks and the two boys throw atemis in the water. she never stops complaining or loving it and loving them and is entirely happy when he becomes a father.

in this life, demeter raised a flowerchild who never took to the backbreak of farming, and in this life, hades’s black leather jacket at first made her spit. she despised his motorbike and his big smile and how loud his dog was and how her daughter jumped up nimbly on the back of that thing and flung herself at the horizon. but hades tries as hard as he can: the engine gets turned over into clean fuel even though he breaks his third finger in the middle of it, the leather jacket gets swapped out for a faux replication, he becomes vegan (”’sehpone,” he says in wonder one day, “you taught me how to live off of pomegranates”, sephie laughs), he makes deer-crossing signs and petitions for the rights of small-town farmers. Persephone becomes a wedding designer, loves making big shows out of a lot of flowers. after many holiday gifts (some so desperately approval-seeking that demeter actually chuckled at them), she relents. they have brunch on sundays, made specifically by hades and his whole-grain all-organic house. demeter at one point says, “actually, you’re so earthy-crunchy it’s more than even me” and hades drops the plate he’s holding. demeter comes to the engagement party and laughs when the cake is in the shape of a pomegranate seed. sephie says, “don’t worry mom. he knows what will happen if he does anything to me,” and demeter gives her daughter a proud smile and says, “you’ll crush him like a bug, won’t you sweetie?” and sephie looks over at her duckling god of death and says, “exactly”

hestia finds dionysus because that is what she does. a social security worker at first, she becomes keeper of the hearth-less. she starts with a small group of people and eventually became leader of a chain of homelessness shelters, all immaculate and warm and held to her standards. dionysus cries when she picks him up, he talks about having fallen in love again, she says, “rehab is your only option.” it is here that he meets someone who is also pansexual. it is here he realizes he is not broken. it is here where they wean him off of whiskey and heroin (”what a bad combination,” he’d later say, shaking his head, “like you really gotta choose one”) and where he breaks down often and throws things at hestia’s head and calls her more names than have ever been strung against her: it’s here he makes his best friend. when he gets out, he finds he’s still ever-thirsty, but this time, there’s less empty in him. he helps at her shelters. he meets a girl who is bisexual, she takes him to pride rallies. he later bursts into hestia’s room with a rainbow on his face and says, “there are so many like me! i’m not invisible! i’m not fake!” and she smiles and watches the hearth of his chest warm up and helps him become a leading spokesperson for activism. rather than letting people like him die in the streets, he uses his experience to say, “i lived survival, and you can live it with me.”

hermes is a surgeon over in the children’s section, found that this is where he should be. silicone valley wants him for his communication systems, but instead he feels like he needs to be somewhere the action is. poseidon comes to him in darkness with rough palms and says, “i have a very long-standing secret,” and hermes just nods his head. the surgery is done quickly and without charge. poseideon says, “thank you” four million times, and then she takes back off to her company dedicated to clean energy. she calls up hera crying and says, “i dd it, i did it, i did it, but what will he think of me,” and hera says, “i haven’t talked to zeus in six years but if he rejects you i will walk up to him and shake him until the right answers fall into his head” and when artemis hears she says, “i will go with you” and walks at her side the whole time even though poseideon is awash with emotions and ready to burst into tears. zeus opens the door and looks poseideon up and down and says, “did you do something  with your hair, sis?” and poseideon says, “eat my entire” before she’s swallowed by happiness and has to sit down on the concrete step and sob into her palms for sixty seconds. later she puts him in charge of the wind energy portion of her company. he gets his own place, but he never stops missing hera, who watches him from a distance and checks up on him through poseideon. hera says, “right now it’s about me. it can be about him if he keeps up the good behavior.” poseideon has never been so happy. she has her family and she has herself, in one piece, finally. she calls up sephone, she says, “listen, i’ve got a plan, okay?” and of course the wedding planner would have to be in charge of everything. 

in this life, the reunion is beautiful. dionysus doesn’t touch the alcohol. hestia stands beside him proud and wonderful. apollo (who wouldn’t come without being allowed to choose the music) and his husband push artemis into the pool, she returns the favor with athena’s help. hades and persephone beat everyone at beer pong, but demeter crushes them at gin rummy. posideon dances with her sisters. hera stands back and her mouth quirks and zeus watches her the whole time, in his new three-piece suit. aphrodite is in between two men, but she’s no longer quite in between them. she walks over to her once-king and says “love needs time and understanding” and he thinks: of course. of course. he will change who he is for her. she never needed him. he needed her. he needed this to feel in place: he needed a family, as one, as olympus with its golden gates. in this life, for one moment, they are all happy.

Yes, No, Maybe: chapter 3 (touken fanfic au)

Summary: Human AU. Touka has everything she could possibly need: she’s engaged to her charming fiancé, Haise, and enjoys a remotely happy life inside Tokyo. But her world turns upside down once her heart rekindles dead flames towards the cold and dangerous Kaneki, Haise’s younger brother. BlackReaper/Touka.

Rating: M // Words: 12,801 words 😱  // Warnings: SMUT. Toxic relationships. Infidelity topics. Ugly words. Angst. Some chair kicking and abusive/disturbing scenes from Kaneki’s mother.

Chapter summary: Touka and Kaneki spend some charity time together under unexpected circumstances. Haise and Touka have a fight.

A/N: Honestly, I was feeling a little worried about making this chapter this long, but the truth is that (apart from having everything planned for this one..) I don’t know when I’m going to update the next chapter. I’ll be working on a touken baby fanfic that I hope I can post soon and then I have to write Longing for Sex, so I’m afraid we won’t have a YNM chapter in a while. The next chapter for this one is going to be very, VERY important since it’ll be a flashback during their teenage years, and it will reveal the “high school” incident that they’re constantly mentioning & that is super important for their relationship. So I rather leave you guys with a long chapter to compensate the waiting for the next update. As always, any comments in the tags, or in my asbox, is deeply appreciated as well as reblogs, likes, any type of feedback, especially now due to the shitty best stuff first update 😭 so if you liked it, please let me know 🙏 till next time! 


Preview Ch3: Dead Cigarettes on the Floor.

“You know why,” she speaks slowly, pronouncing every word with ease so that stupid brain of his can process them and actually remember them. She won’t say it again. “Don’t act like you care.”

She looks away, resuming her bad habits, the cig getting smaller and smaller in her fingers. It’s too late for that, her heart whispers.

“You’re right,” he responds, throwing his cigarette to the ground to take another from his pocket, using his lighter to turn it on. “I don’t care.”

Touka stops breathing. She wasn’t expecting a different answer, however, it still hurts her that he’s so indifferent to everything.

It hurts.

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Enlighten Me - Andy Biersack Imagine

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home


anonymous asked: “Can you do a rough imagine with Andy, idk like spanking or something, but then fluff at the end? Thank you!!!!!??

Word Count: 1367 | Warnings: Smut (!), offensive language

“Yo, (Y/N)’s in the house!!” my friend and party host Felix chanted as I entered his house, followed by the other party guests who had already arrived.

“Hey Felix,” I gave him a hug before he welcomed me to whatever’s available. It was one heck of a party, I could see, there were lots of people, some just casually chatting, some watching two burly dudes play beer pong, some making out, and some dancing in front of a stereo. I’ve never been to a house party with so much guests before, well probably this is probably the biggest house I’ve been to that’s being used for a house party, so it fits way more people. I then spotted my friend Sarah sitting on the couch with some other friends. She waved at me and I waved back, walking towards her. With her were some of my other gal pals and the guys from Black Veil Brides, although Andy was nowhere in sight. They all greeted me warmly as I joined their little group. I sat right next to Sarah and became engaged in their group conversation directly.

“I’m back, bitches,” Suddenly a familiar voice rung from behind me. I turned around to see Andy with a cup of punch in his hand. “Hey, (Y/N)’s here! How’ve you been?”

“Hey, Andy. I’ve been great, what about you?” I replied necessarily.

“Never better,” he said as he sat next to me. Andy and I have never been the very closest of friends. Sure we hang out a lot but that’s basically because I hang out with Felix a lot and Felix are good friends with the BVB guys. We talk often but that’s it, nothing more. Not long after Felix joined us, holding back laughter.

“You guys remember Sandy Nichols?” he asked us with a huge grin on his face.

“You mean the shy ginger with seven cats?” Ashley asked for verification.

“Yes her, and you probably will never believe this,” Felix gestured the group to come closer as he was about to whisper something. “She likes it rough. Like, tied up to the ceiling sort of rough.” And then he burst into a fit of laughter.

“No fucking way!” my friend Tiffany commented in disbelief, “That sweet little Sandy likes it rough?”

“If you guys don’t believe me, go ahead and ask Byron,” Felix pointed to a guy by the punch bowl, “He witnessed it himself.” And started laughing again. We started laughing along with him, expressing our disbelief and imagining scenarios and shit. As I was about to make a comment, Andy gestured closer to me.

“Bet you can’t take it rough,” he whispered in my ear.

“Are you kidding? Of course I can!” I shot back, whispering almost loud enough for Sarah to hear.

“You’re almost as sweet as Sandy, I bet you like it soft and slow, do you?” I could hear a slightly naughty tone in his voice.

“That’s cute, but you totally have no idea, Mr. Biersack,” I replied, not at all turning to him. Why the hell is he saying stuff like this to me?

“Why don’t you enlighten me?”

I fell silent and turned to look at him. He had a naughty smirk on his face, and his eyes shot a look I’m still trying to decipher.

“W-What?” I stuttered, confused as hell.

“You know what I mean,” he said casually, the smirk still lingering on his face. “I’ll be by the punch bowl if you’re up for it. Or maybe, if you dare.” And he excused himself to the punch bowl.

I just sat there in silence, thinking of what he just said. Did Andy just asked me to… Is he insane?! Well, to be honest I always found Andy extremely attractive, and he’s a great person, and I’ve known him for a while now, so… I guess it’s okay, right…?

I then excused myself from the group to join Andy by the punch table. Andy’s eyes beamed with delight as he saw me walk towards him. “Well, so you do want to enlighten me, do you (Y/N)?” he said teasingly.

“Just shut up and take me somewhere, Andy,” I glared at him. He chuckled and immediately pulled me upstairs to search for a guest room that’s not occupied. When we found one, he immediately locked the door and slammed his mouth onto mine. He pinned me up against the wall and ran a hand on my thigh, gesturing me to jump. I did as he wanted and wrapped my legs around his waist. He then dropped me onto the bed and crawled over me. He went back to kissing me with one hand trailing up my dress, rubbing circles on my folds through my panties.

“Damn babe, you’re already this wet for me?” Andy teased. He then proceeded in taking my dress off, leaving me in my black lingerie. He examined every inch of my body lustfully before attacking my neck and collarbones, leaving purple love bites here and there.

“Andy…” my suppressed moan came out as he went to kissing the valley of my breasts. He slid his hand onto my back to unclasp my bra and threw it to the floor. He then brought my left nipple to his mouth and fondled with my right breast.

“Oh Andy, f-fuck…” I moaned louder.

He then paused to take of his top. “Well we don’t have much but,” he took off his belt, “We’ll just have to make the most of it. Hands up, princess.”

I did as instructed and raised my hands above my head. He then tied my hands together with his belt and commanded, “Keep them there.”

He then kissed me gently but lustfully on the lips and then down to my neck, my breasts, and then down to my stomach right before my panties. I was writhing in pleasure, but in the same time in agony with not being able to touch him. His eyes locked on mine as he skillfully removed my panties with his teeth. He then kissed my inner thigh before proceeding to lick my clit.

“Oh fuck…” I arched my back in absolute enjoyment, struggling my hardest to keep my hands up. “Andy p-please, just f-fuck me already,” I begged weakly.

“What’s that?” Andy asked, “I can’t hear you.”

“P-Please, fuck me Andy.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Goddamit just fuck me Andy!” I nearly yelled.

Andy smiled, pleased, “Good girl. Turn around.”

I did as I was told and was on all fours, relying on support from my knees and shoulder. I could hear him undoing his pants and throwing them away and without any warning, he rammed his length into me, making me scream. His thrusts were quick and powerful, driving me crazy.

“Scream my name, baby,” he commanded as he spanked my ass.

“Oh, Andy,” I screamed in between pants.

“Louder!” he spanked me even harder, making me utter a moan.

“Oh Andy! God!” I screamed even louder, dropping my head onto the bed in frustration.

He continued thrusting into me until we both reached our climaxes. Exhausted, he lied on the bed next to me and undid the belt that’s been cuffing my hands together. I then lied down as well, tired. He then pulled me closer and I rested my head on his chest as we both steadied our breaths.

“That was not even close to rough,” I commented teasingly, looking up to meet Andy’s face.

“I agree,” Andy replied, “But damn it was good.”

“Yeah it sure was,” I said. There were several seconds of silence before our lips connected again. This time, it was more tender and not so much lustful. His lips felt so soft and warm I could stay like that forever.

“You know (Y/N), I’ve always thought that you’re an amazing girl. I mean, you’re beautiful, friendly and vibrant, and… every time Felix invites me to hang, I’ve always been looking forward to see you,” Andy admitted almost shyly, “I know it probably should be the other way around, but… do you… Want to go out sometimes, (Y/N)?”

I smiled and pecked his lips gently once more, “Yeah, I’d love to, Andy.”

(Whoa that’s long 0_0 Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and pardon my inexperience *cries internally*)

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[TRANS] BTS Japan Official Fanclub Magazine - Jin’s Biography

Liked gaming since kindergarten
The vigorous boyhood

1~2 years after being born in Anyang City, Gyeonggi Province, I moved to the neighboring Gwacheon City. My memories started from Gwacheon. I was awkward about taking photos until just before debuting, so I hardly have any childhood photo. It’s hard to find photos from back then. When you take photos, you have to stand still. I hated hearing “Wait, let’s take just one photo!” and having to stand still.

My favorite thing in kindergarten days was the popular dinosaur character game back then. We only had one game but my hyung hogged it all, so I really wanted to play it at that time. I don’t know if it’s the reason why I like games now too.

I was a vigorous child in elementary school. After school, I would go play with my friends and come back at dinner time, then do my homework and sleep. It was my routine. I had a lot of friends too. We would only play every day and not study at all (laughs). My favorite subject was Physical Education. It’s the exact opposite to now (laughs). I liked running, swimming, tennis and also golfing that my father taught me how to play. He likes snowboarding and skiing so he often takes me to the ski resort, and I started from that. Although my father frequently went on business trips, when he came home, he would play his favorite sports with me. He often took me abroad too. Japan, Europe, Australia,.. But I’m not very into travelling so it felt like I was half-forced (laughs).

I talk with my 2-year-older hyung every day. We play games together and talk about this and that, it seems like our relationship got even better than before.

Grew up to be a hesitant guy in front of the opposite sex due to going to all-boy middle & high school!?

I was too into gaming since 1st year of middle school so I didn’t go out to play (laughs). Me and my friends kept staying in the PC room to play games in summer break. 

My best friends are friends from middle school. The relationship between us four people is quite good, even after we went to study higher, we would go to the valley and play together in summer break and go snowboarding in winter break. Even now we still contact each other every day and contend for each other’s old men’s jokes (laughs)

In terms of music, I liked Lee Seunggi sunbaenim’s ‘Delete’, KCM sunbaenim’s ‘Black & White Photos’ and Turtles sunbaenim’s ‘Airplane’. I also listen to Buzz sunbaenim’s music often so I like rock ballad even until now.

Since I went to all-boy school for both middle and high school, I had absolutely no contact with girls for 6 years. Even after going to university, I still couldn’t look into girls’ eyes. I would drop my eyes low and “Hey, how’s it going?” (laughs). I met an easy-going friend in university so he mended that manner too. He hit me and said “I told you to look in the eyes and talk!”… But still, I fit in better with guys (laughs).

The path to become a singer through scouting
Currently taking music composing with seriousness!

In 1st year of high school, my dream was to become a newspapers reporter to stand by the second-class citizens’ side. I used to read newspapers articles every day. The dream of becoming an actor was born in my 2nd year, after watching Kim Namgil-ssi in the drama ‘Queen Seondeok’. I was touched and thought that, I wanted to make people cry with my acting too. So I entered the Film Major in university .

3 months after entering, I was scouted and became a trainee. The rapper line was in the company already, and Jungkook joined 2 days after me. I came into the practice room and saw a kid with eyes like Bambi standing, I asked ‘…Who is this?’ and he stood up and said ‘Oh! My name is Jeon Jungkook!’. Even when I told him ‘Sit down,’ he said ‘Oh no! I’m okay!’ (laughs). The one with deepest first impression would be Namjoon who was practicing dancing. It was my first time seeing someone practicing dancing since I was born, so I thought ‘Wow, he’s a trainee. Cool.’

As I trained, I went to eat with other trainees as well and enjoyed my trainee life. I liked dancing back then. But after debuting, I heard people saying ‘He can’t dance’ so I lost my confidence… Despite that, thanks to ARMYs who always tell me ‘It’s cute’, ‘You did a great job’, I regained my confidence and now, it seems like I can dance.

My life right now is great, and I’m satisfied with being in BTS. My interest in music started after I met the members. Back in debut days, I couldn’t even think I can write songs. Thanks to the influence from our members, I’m now continuing to write songs. Even though they aren’t at the level of being put into albums yet, I got good responses and am working hard right now.

If someday the chance comes, I want to try acting. V is doing that now so I’m happy with it. Compared to acting,  I want to improve my skills in singing and performing more. It’s physically draining but I feel the joy in it.

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Ryden Sun and Moon Theory

Contrary to popular belief, in my personal opinion, Ryan is the sun and Brendon is the moon. This is a theory a lot of people disagree with, but I’m here to explain why using song lyrics.

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some thoughts re. season 3

So. In the wake of season 3 I’m aware I haven't… posted very much, necessarily, and I’ve been a bit salty and bitter about things. And I want to take a minute to address why, so that people can understand where I’m coming from with this and why my mood is so “sad and angry and ready to fight the world”.

Let me start by saying: this is not my first rodeo. I have been in fandoms a long-ass time. I know that shows do not always go the way you want them to, and that creators will tell their own story according to what they want to do and no fan is ‘entitled’ to have that story turn out according to their wishes. So when I say “I am really unhappy about Season 3” I want people to understand that I am not simply throwing my toys out the pram because I didn’t get the storylines/ships/characters that I wanted.

I went into this season with a handful of theories that I thought might be canon. Most of them didn’t pan out, and you know what? I’m not mad about that. Sure, I didn’t get Ryou and my theory about the origins of Voltron is pretty much dead in the water but that does not bother me. I’m cool with that. That is not why I’m upset and angry.

This is about Shiro. Like so, so many things for me: it’s about Shiro.

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Bun in the oven- Logan Paul Imagine

Bun in the Oven- Logan Paul Imagine

You had taken about 10 tests and you still didn’t believe the two lines. How could you though? You were on a pill, and every time you and Logan “Did it” you had protection. You and Logan were not ready for a baby at this point in time, at 22 years old? A harsh knock made you jump and drop 4 tests you were holding.

“Baby, you’ve been in there for like half an hour, are you alright?” Logan’s voice traveled through the door. You attempted to hold back the tears that were pricking the corners of your eyes, but you had no success.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, I’ll be out in a minute” you managed to get out.
You shoved all the tests in your box of tampons, not wanting Logan to find them before you had a chance to figure things out. You swung the door open and saw a really pleasing image in front of you. Logan was standing there with his arm up against the door frame with sweaty locks of hair stuck to his forehead from the gym. There’s always that slight possibility you got knocked up from looking at him. His face broke into a smile as he looked down towards you.

“There’s my girl! Are you ready to eat, I made dinner?”

“You, made dinner? Like used the stove and oven to make food?” you laughed

“No, I ordered it from postmates silly! Have you even met me?” he laughed.

Once you two had made your plates and sat down at the table, you figured maybe you should try to get some information on Logan’s ideas and feelings on children.

“Logan,” you started

“Y/N” he replied jokingly.

“I’ve been thinking lately, you know, about us,” he put his fork down, and looked at you more seriously. “and I was just like wondering, how you would feel about starting a family.” Logan’s eyebrows raised drastically, and you felt a knot in your stomach.

“Like, babies? Y/N, no offense sweetheart, but I think you have officially lost your damn mind.”

“Why is that?”

“We’re 22 years old! How and Why would we have a baby at 22 years old?! My schedule is too busy for that. Not to mention, we’re not married and we’ve only been together for what? Almost 2 years? And I can’t stand kids. That’s just a stupid idea.” He ranted.

You felt slightly hurt and you were about to start crying again, not just for what he said, but for the way he shouted at you.

“I’m sorry, I was just wondering for… future reference.” You were trying to hold everything together for the rest of the dinner, and for the rest of that night as well, and when you and Logan went to bed, you didn’t snuggle into his side like you normally would, you slept as far away from him as possible, holding your stomach and silent tears falling onto your pillow case.
*
The next day was long. You woke up, to see that thankfully, Logan had left for the set of Valley Girl already. You didn’t want to have to talk to him right now. You stretched your arms out and swung your legs over the side of the bed, and a small white paper caught your eye on the bedside table. In Logan’s chicken scratch handwriting, the note said

‘Hey b, I’m sorry about last night, I’ll make it up to you.” with a small wink face drawn next to it. Although this note didn’t make you smile, or feel a tingle between your legs like it was supposed to. You just sighed and put it back down. You needed to go to the doctor, so after making an appointment for that, you took a shower and left for the office picking up some food on the way.
*
The doctors told you what you already knew, you were pregnant and they started scheduling you for your periodic checkups. When you walked through the door to you and Logan’s you weren’t expecting to see Logan lounging back on the couch with Maverick on his shoulder. That bird loved you a lot but you only tolerated him. He flew onto your shoulder and you internally rolled your eyes.

“Babe, where’d you go? I came home and you weren’t here.” He came over to hug you and tried to kiss you but you turned your head. “Woah, is something wrong?” you just shook your head. “C’mon, obviously something is wrong. You never turn your head on me.” You didn’t want to say what you did next, but you couldn’t stop it. What better way to tell him than to just blurt it out?

“I’m pregnant Logan.” He stared at you blankly for a minute, then randomly started laughing, loudly. “I’m not joking. I just got back from the doctor, and I took like 10 tests yesterday.” He stopped laughing.

“You have to be kidding me, there’s no way.” Logan stated grabbing his hair.

“I’m not kidding, I don’t know how it happened either.” Standing in front of him for a few minutes, he opened his mouth and said,

“Get out.” You were kind of expecting this to happen, so as prepared as you always made yourself, you nodded, grabbed your bags that you had packed earlier today, and left to go to your apartment you owned before you moved in with Logan.

Night to Remember

Word Count-1892

 Prompt-The Kraken Spiced Rum and the phrase “Damn, that was a night to remember.”

 Characters/Pairings-Gabriel x reader, Sam and Dean mentioned.

 Warnings-Drinking, fingering, unprotected sex

. A/N-This was written for @winchester-writes Birthday Challenge. I blame this all on you Rose. Between the prompt and the research, well smut happened. Apologies to @skybinx-blog, who betaed this, I feel asleep on the couch after work. 


             Sam and Dean had dragged you to the bar saying that you’d been sitting in the bunker by yourself far too much lately.  Some night out, it took less than an hour for both boys to find a hook up leaving you alone at the bar.  As you finished your Kraken and coke the bartender set another drink in front of you.  Puzzled, you looked up at Glen.

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Should I Stay or Should I Go?

Summary: It’s been a summer of fun and romance with Peter in Neverland, but as the summer comes to an end, you must decide whether to stay in Neverland or go home to Storybrooke. You’re ready to tell Peter your final choice when an overheard conversation between Peter and Felix gives you second thoughts.

Word Count: 1228

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: I know this one is named after a song by The Clash, but don’t think that doesn’t mean I didn’t listen to “Summer Nights” from the Grease soundtrack on a loop while writing it. Because I so did. 

To say it had been a hell of a summer was an understatement.

When you’d first stumbled onto the island, you weren’t sure you would actually be staying any longer than five minutes, especially when you’d heard of the big-headed, narcissistic dictator who resided there.

Who could have predicted that the seemingly stuffy Boy King would have ended up becoming the highlight of your summer?

Every morning, the two of you would race along Crocodile Creek, a daily competition of who could reach Mermaid Lagoon first.

And every morning, you would win, Peter panting behind you and claiming that he “let you win”.

But nothing could have beat those summer nights.

Peter would chase you through the valley, eventually tackling you and causing you both to collapse in a fit of breathless giggles.

Once on the ground, the two of you would lie for hours just gazing up at the stars. You’d never known how clear and beautiful the night sky was in Neverland.

That’s when Peter would put an arm around you and pull you closer, and you’d rest your head on his chest. Doing so felt so natural, like your body fit perfectly next to his. Like the two of you could stay like that forever.

Unfortunately, you could not.

As the end of summer neared ever closer, you knew a question was sitting in the air. It was not only going through your head, but also through Peter’s, and even through the Lost Boys’:

Were you going to stay here for good?

Truthfully, you didn’t know. Going to Neverland had been an accident, a simple spell gone wrong. Surely you had to go home, didn’t you?

After all, this was Peter Pan you were talking about! For all you knew, he could have had a different girl playing Wendy Darling for him every season.

But then you thought of the way he’d gaze at you, like you were the only thing worth looking at in the entire camp. You thought of how he’d hold an arm out protectively whenever he heard the slightest sound when walking together in the woods, and all the fiery comebacks he’d spit whenever one of the Lost Boys tried to gang up on you.

This couldn’t really just be some summer fling, could it?

This inner debate went on in your head for days, and finally, the time came to talk to Peter.

You took a deep breath before crossing the campsite to Peter’s tent.

C'mon, you mentally cheered yourself on. You got this, Y/N.

Right as you were about to enter, a voice that was not Peter’s came from inside the tent, and you froze.

What this voice was saying made your heart sink to the lowest part of your chest.

“…And that’s why you got to cut her loose, man. Trust me, she seems fun now, but there’s no way she has what it takes to be a Lost Girl full time.”

You felt anger boiling up within you, and you balled up your fists. Felix.

“So, how are you gonna break the news to poor little Y/N?” You heard Felix push on, and you turned on your heels, high-tailing it back to your tent. Very quickly, you began to pack your knapsack of all the items you’d managed to collect while being in Neverland. It’s not like you’d came to Neverland with a lot, so gathering all your new belongings didn’t take long.

So much for a summer romance.

You were a person of many characteristics: you were smart, resourceful, and sometimes, you laughed so hard you snorted. One of your characteristics, however, was not staying somewhere where you clearly weren’t welcome.

When you left your tent, you’d expected to go into the clearing, give both Felix and Peter a piece of your mind, and then make your dramatic and memorable exit.

What you didn’t expect was to enter the clearing and become a witness in a dangerous looking standoff between Felix and Peter. Felix was furious, his eyes wild and crazed. Peter remained composed and still, but something told you he wouldn’t stay like that for long if Felix continued.

The Lost Boys were surrounding the two boys, eager and ready to watch the fight. You dropped your knapsack to the ground, shoving your way through them to get to Peter.

Once beside him, you stared at him, bewildered. “Peter, what the hell is going on?”

“Oh, great! The Lost Girl herself is here!” Felix bellowed, throwing his arms up in the air with hostility.

You glanced at Felix, and his expression towards you was filled with hate and disgust.

Peter put a hand on your arm, and you returned your attention to him, desperately needing him to explain what the actual fuck was going on.

Calmly, he stated, “Felix was just going to grab his things and leave, Y/N. It seems he no longer understands the purpose of our camp anymore.”

“I understand this camp just fine, Peter!” Felix spat, his shaggy blonde hair falling in his eyes from his angry head flailing. “I understand that we’re a camp of Lost Boys, not Lost Boys plus whoever Peter decides to let tag along because of some…infatuation!”

You grew immediately uncomfortable as you realized this argument was purely about you.

You knew Peter had been being relatively calm and collected about the whole matter, but Felix’s response sparked something in him. In the blink of an eye, Peter drew the sword from his belt and pointed the tip towards Felix’s throat.

“Felix,” Peter began, his voice so quickly transforming from unperturbed to deadly in a matter of seconds, “You’re going to get your things and you’re going to leave Neverland, and you’re not going to disturb us again. Do you understand?”

For the briefest moment, you thought Felix was going to cry. Instead, though, he just slowly nodded, and began to turn away from you and Peter.

But as soon as Peter’s sword slid back into his belt, Felix was spinning around and lunging at you.

Now, you were not an advocate of violence. Really, you weren’t.

But you also knew that, occasionally, some jackasses needed a good beating.

So, with a guiltless heart, you swung your fist at Felix and decked him right in the eye. He dropped like a stone, and for a moment, everyone was in silent shock. Peter’s jaw was wide open, as well as the jaws of the Lost Boys.

Then, one of the Lost Boys started clapping. Then, whooping. One by one, all of the Lost Boys began to cheer, one even screaming, “Hell yeah! That’s how you get ‘em, Y/N!”

You turned to look at Peter, and his face held a mix of of temporary disbelief and pure amazement.

“Hey, I was just-” You began to justify yourself to Peter when he leaned in and kissed you, picking you up off the ground and twirling you around.

As nervous as it made you to show this kind of PDA in front of the Lost Boys, Peter kissing you only caused them to cheer more, and you let your unease melt away, enjoying the moment.

Felix was out cold, and so Peter ordered two of the boys to carry him back to his tent.

Peter and you watched as one boy lifted Felix’s feet and the other lifted his shoulders. 

Turning to you, he said with a smirk, “And to think Felix accused you of not having what it takes to be a Lost Girl.”

wowie this took a lot of turns ty for reading my dumb writing ily