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Rowaelin's child headcanons

I want to know why everyone headcanons rowaelin’s child as a girl.
I picture it being this little blond boy with huge Ashryver eyes, who’s Mommy’s little treasure and Daddy’s pride. Who, at first, would cling to Aelin’s skirt or hide behind Rowan’s legs because he’s afraid of strangers, and then would go around being all adorable and chatty. He would start reading at a fairly young age and is very curious, and loves when Dorian comes to visit because he always bring him interesting books from all over the continent. As he grows up, he would be specially skilled with the bow, so he goes on this extended hunting trips with uncle Aedion, aunt Lysandra (in her leopard form) and, occasionally, Chaol and Nesryn (who might have something to do with the kid’s interest in archery).
AND THEN, another baby comes around, and is this little girl, with silver-blonde hair, a pine green eye and an ashryver one marks her at different but he doesn’t care. He loves her fiercely and protects her all the time. He would unleash a storm of arrows onto whoever dares speak ill of his little sister behind his parents back. And that’s another thing he is really good at: sneaking and spying and listening to conversations he isn’t supposed to listen (his ability to control air currents definitely has something to do with it).
I DONT KNOW JUST GIVE ME A LITTLE BOY WHO’S SUPER SMART AND PROTECTIVE OF HIS FAMILY AND GROWS UP TO BE A SPY MASTER

DOCTOR WHO SENTENCE STARTERS
  • “The children of my civilisation would be insulted.”
  • “You have a knack of getting yourself into trouble.”
  • “We’re always in trouble! It follows us everywhere.”
  • “I made some cocoa and got engaged.”
  • “I can’t decide whether you’re a rogue, a halfwit, or both.”
  • “You squashed my favourite Beatles!”
  • “We’re trying to defeat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale!”
  • “No one mentioned cutting throats.”
  • “I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman to boot.”
  • “I keep my eyes open and my mouth shut.”
  • “You might almost say the Cyberman had a… complete metal breakdown.”
  • “Have you thought up some clever plan?”
  • “I’m going to bung a rock at it.”
  • “People spend all their time making nice things and then other people come along and break them!”
  • “Logic merely enables one to be wrong with authority.”
  • “Just pretend to be stupid. Think you can manage that?”
  • “I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them!”
  • “Great jumping gobstobbers!”
  • “You, sir, are a nitwit.”
  • “Sometimes I think ‘military intelligence’ is a contradiction in terms.”
  • “… you ham-fisted bun vendor.”
  • “You were trying to make cocoa in my lab?!”
  • “Nuclear explosions? Take the usual precautions… sticky tape on windows, that sort of thing.”
  • “Do they have mice in Atlantis?”
  • “I never thought I’d have to fire in anger at a dratted caterpillar.”
  • “Would you like a jelly baby?”
  • “You’re standing on my scarf.”
  • “Call me ‘old girl’ again and I’ll spit in your eye.”
  • “Excuse me, can you help me? I’m a spy.”
  • “You’re just a mouth on legs.”
  • “Oh, you know how it is; you put things off for a day and next thing you know, it’s a hundred years later.”
  • “I speak treason fluently.”
  • “It’s more a mental stroll in a park of psychic tranquility.”
  • “A little gratitude wouldn’t irreetrievably damage my ego.”
  • “I shall beat it into submission with my charm.”
  • “We aren’t getting anywhere playing pat-a-cake with the wall.”
  • “You’re bonkers.”
  • “Guns can seriously damage your health, you know.”
  • “Are you trying to be funny?”
  • “Absence makes the nose grow longer.”
  • “A bird in the hand keeps the Doctor away.”
  • “Every dogma has its day.”
  • “Two wrongs don’t make a left turn.”
  • “Time and tide melts the snowman.”
  • “One tends to expect advice from one’s adviser.”
  • “Do me a favour and drown yourself.”
  • “You’re a nice guy, but a little weird…”
  • “Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way or another.”
  • “These shoes! They fit perfectly!”
  • “Am I being abducted?”
  • “Go to hell, sir.”
  • “Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about?”
  • “I came first in jiggery pokery.”
  • “I failed hullabaloo.”
  • “What the Shakespeare is going on?”
  • “I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother.”
  • “Excuse me, do you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
  • “Are you my mummy?”
  • “That is textbook enigmatic.”
  • “They think I’m in drag!”
  • “Oh… I should have realised. He’s into musical theatre.”
  • “I can save the universe using a kettle and some string. And look at me, I’m wearing a vegetable!”
  • “I’m going to report you for… madness!!”
  • “I point and laugh at archaeologists.”
  • “Please desist from striking me.”
  • “I was promised tea!”
  • “Have you got space teeth?!”
  • “A poncho. The biggest crime against fashion since lederhosen.”
  • “Let’s die looking like a Peruvian folk band.”
  • “Okay, this is bad. At the moment I don’t know how bad, but certainly we’re three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from good.”
  • “I’m the clever one, you’re the potato one!”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really loved your fic recs based on Harry's album. Do you have any for mitam? (I'm feeling really nostalgic for ot4 today :/ ) thank you so much!

Hey Angel

Oh I wish I could be more like you
Do you wish you could be more like me? 

  • Pull Me Under : AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career, it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

Drag Me Down

If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left
The shell of a man who could never be his best

Perfect

And if you like having secret little rendezvous
If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do
Then baby, I’m perfect 

  • Unbelievers : It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.

Infinity

All I ever wanted was the truth,
How many nights have you wished someone would stay? 

  • Into The BlueAU. In which Louis is Harry’s scuba instructor and quite happy to provide the requested special treatment, pun fully intended. It can’t be all that difficult to convince Harry that they’re on the same page, right? Also, Niall and Liam may or may not be dating, and Zayn is surrounded by emotionally stunted idiots. He bears it with dignity.

End of the Day

If there’s something I’ve learnt from a million mistakes
You’re the one that I want at the end of the day

  • Relief Next To Me : AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

If I Could Fly

I’ve got scars, even though they can’t always be seen
And pain gets hard, but now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing

  • Butterfly GunHarry has never been much of a fighter, but—as always—where Louis Tomlinson is concerned, a lot of things stop being true.1940’s AU. Even after six years apart, they can’t forget their shared wartime childhood.

Long Way Down

I try to forgive you,
But I struggle ‘cause I don’t know how

  • Wear It Like A Crown : AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage fantasies.

Never Enough

I don’t need my love
You can take it, you can take it, take it 

  • Hiding Place : Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. 

Olivia 

Just thinking how I went about it wrong
This isn’t the stain of a red wine, I’m bleeding love

  • Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t LoseAmerican Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

What A Feeling

Everybody needs someone around
But I can’t hold you too close now

  • Where Your Heart IsLouis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Love You Goodbye

It’s inevitable everything that’s good comes to an end
It’s impossible to know if after this we can still be friends 

  • Pinkies Never Lie : AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

I Want to Write You a Song

Everything I need I get from you
Givin’ back is all I wanna do

  • Wild and UnrulyHarry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

History

You and me got a whole lot of history 
So don’t let it go, we can make some more, we can live forever

  • Perfect Storm : What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.Harry and Louis choose the latter.

anonymous asked:

Love your blog! Could I request an RFA + V & Saeran scenario where MC and them have to babysit MC's baby cousin? And MC's amazing with the baby and just loves to take care of the bab, and they realise that MC would make a great parent.

omg this sounds adorable I’m gonna have so much fun with this one~~~~ I’m glad you like my blog, thank you!!

YOOSUNG:

  • He’s never babysat a human before
  • After the child has been dropped off at MC’s house he stares at it for a second like…… “now what”
  • The baby is about 18 months old so he can say a few words such as “want cookie” or “me up” and Yoosung is s h o o k. He must obey the child’s commands
  • But MC swoops in and manages to convey to the baby in less words than Yoosung thought possible that he can’t have a cookie until he’s had lunch
  • Yoosung has no time to be impressed with MC as the baby starts to go into what gamers would call a “rage”
  • Clearly not pleased that MC won’t give him a cookie, the baby starts to cry, and while Yoosung’s first instinct is to freak out (he doesn’t know what abilities this child has), MC gets up, turns around, and ignores the kid
  • Once again Yoosung is quite shook
  • MC tells Yoosung that making a big fuss about the child is only going to make him spoiled and that “If you were to throw a tantrum, I’d probably ignore you too because that’s a way of getting attention, right?”
  • Our boy really hasn’t seen MC act this way yet. She’s being so mature and adult-like and this side of her is completely new. Yoosung is more familiar with the MC who games with him and acts silly and goofy and immature.
  • And when the baby finally calms down, eats lunch, and MC keeps her promise of giving the child a cookie, just as she had predicted, Yoosung feels his chest swell with love and thinks having a child wouldn’t be so bad if it was with MC

ZEN:

  • He’s so excited and he just can’t hide it
  • Knows seeing MC caring for a baby will be the most adorable thing in the world
  • This one has just turned a year old not long ago! So it’s only just starting to walk and can’t say any words except she’s starting to get the hang of “mama” and “dada”
  • Zen is completely comfortable with children and the baby, much like everyone else in this world, is enchanted with him. She crawls/waddles toward him at a feverish pace almost as soon as she sees him
  • MC and Zen spend soooo much time playing with her and sitting a little ways apart so that they can have the baby walk to and from them in a straight line
  • Zen spoils the kid let’s be honest
  • He’ll sneak her snacks all the time when MC isn’t looking (she probably knows let’s be honest but it’s just too heartwarming to stop)
  • Eventually the baby gets really tired out from playing and wants to take a nap, so Zen goes into the other room to get one of the blankets that MC’s aunt and uncle gave them
  • When he returns though, he finds MC curled up on the couch also asleep holding the baby in her arms and Zen’s heart practically explodes it’s so cute
  • He sits on the couch right beside MC and brushes her bangs back from her forehead, silently promising that he’ll have his own child with her someday

JAEHEE:

  • She’s never done babysitting before but hey, if she can be crushed with paperwork and phone calls as Mr. Han’s assistant, she can easily take care of a kid
  • This one is a little girl, 2 years old! She can make small sentences and point to things in books and can be pretty defiant of rules for someone so young
  • Jaehee was a little worried about that because MC’s aunt and uncle warned them that she probably wouldn’t listen to anything they say and just… try not to let her break anything
  • MC to the rescue!!!
  • Whenever the kid gets a little too feisty MC’s party training comes in handy because it’s made her persuasive and winning
  • So Jaehee kind of gives MC all the authority because she’s doing so well and Jaehee really doesn’t want to mess anything up
  • But when Jaehee is sitting at the kitchen table trying to work while MC is in the bathroom, the toddler comes up to her and snatches an important document off the table
  • death it is time to panic this child is going to destroy it my life is over
  • In a moment of desperation Jaehee firmly tells the child to give the papers back to her. And the kid immediately does what she says. Apparently being Chief Assistant for so many years just gives you an automatic sort of authority
  • When MC comes back into the room Jaehee is practically gushing like “I got her to do something! By myself!” And she’s already decided that adopting a kid would be pretty awesome

JUMIN:

  • He has only one worry, really
  • “If they are too rough with Elizabeth, they will have to leave. MC are you listening. This child may not know to be gentle with Elizabeth the 3rd. MC.”
  • jumin calm yourself the kid is five
  • MC’s little cousin is a boy who adores MC. When he’s dropped off he says “Hello Mr. Han!” after greeting MC with a big hug and kiss
  • Now while Jumin has to admit the “Mr. Han” coming from a five-year-old is adorable, he can’t shake the irrational jealousy that MC just allowed him to give her a big smooch on the cheek
  • MC really wants Jumin to like kids so this is really the only chance she’ll get to show him how rewarding it is… But he’s starting to get that possessive look in his eye and that’s never a good sign
  • Right at that moment Elizabeth saunters into the room with a leisurely “meow” and the kid is deLIGHted he loves animals!
  • Jumin has a moment of unbridled panic as the boy makes a beeline for Elizabeth with outstretched hands
  • But he stops right in front of her, kneels down, and looks at Jumin. “Mr. Han, may I pet Elizabeth the 3rd please?”
  • Saying the cat’s full name along with the heartbreakingly cute politeness suddenly makes this kid a winner in Jumin’s eyes. “Y-yes, you may,” he says, surprising himself by thinking that he might actually really love to be a father

SAEYOUNG:

  • “MC I sit in my babies all the time!”
  • stop calling cars your babies saeyoung
  • He’s got a natural talent with kids and his weirdness just makes them tend to like him more
  • One thing that four-year-old children like to do is insist on various things and also pester you and this little girl is all up in Saeyoung’s business
  • “What does that big computer do?” “Are you a spy?” “Should you be in jail?”
  • Saeyoung answers all her questions (some more honestly than others) and that just makes the girl fall in love with him more
  • MC and the kid get along really well too, so the three of them are what we like to call in the industry: instant BFF’s
  • They have the most fun day ever, playing hide-and-seek and tag around Saeyoung’s house like they’re secret agents and discovering that the little girl is actually a BOSS at video games
  • Right before the child gets picked up, Saeyoung and MC watch a movie with her to get her a little less hyped up when her parents arrive
  • And now that Saeyoung has his mind cleared up to think to himself, there is absolutely no question that he wants every day with MC to be as fun as this, them together with their own child

V:

  • MC’s cousin is just a baby, but she’s so calm and doesn’t fuss much
  • V was a bit nervous when he heard that they would be babysitting a really little kid who couldn’t even talk yet
  • He was afraid he would do something wrong because he can’t even see the baby, so if he accidentally hurt it somehow…
  • But MC’s soothing presence is right there next to him, guiding him all through it
  • She picks up the baby, glad that it’s calm because she doesn’t want V to get any more anxious than he already is, and gently places her in V’s arms
  • Who is instantly dazzled by the feeling of holding such a small thing and falls in love right away
  • MC spends time telling V the few stories that her aunt and uncle have already told her about different milestones the baby has been making over the past few months and V is so invested
  • Because V is barely moving, the little girl eventually starts looking tired according to MC
  • So MC starts singing a little lullaby that her parents would sing when she was a baby, and V knows in that instant that he would be the happiest man in the world if he could have a child with MC

SAERAN:

  • He thought taking care of a kid would be easy
  • MAN was he wrong
  • The little five-year-old boy that is brought to them is a menace–not to MC, but to Saeran. It’s like the kid’s personal mission is to torment Saeran
  • And he knows it, too. He’ll be cuddling up next to MC one minute and then as soon as he sees Saeran looking, he’ll give this little devilish smile like there’s nothing you can do about it~
  • So needless to say Saeran is not altogether pleased with this arrangement
  • MC is starting to get a little nervous; she had been hoping that her cousin would make a good impression on Saeran
  • So she thinks of a distraction to get the kid off his back for a little while, and turns on his favorite cartoon and gives him a few snacks to keep him busy
  • MC insists to Saeran that not all kids are like this and that the boy is just used to getting all her attention during babysitting
  • Saeran hmph’s and pretends not to care, but later when she sits back down with the kid and starts playing a little game with him, he notices how much fun they both look like they’re having
  • So even though he might not get along with this particular kid, who’s to say that their own child wouldn’t be different?

anonymous asked:

Hey blue! I got a question. Which transformers yandere do you consider to be the most dangerous and which least dangerous? And why?

This is so funny, because I legit was thinking about this exact same thing just the other day and was planning to make a post about it!  XD  Here you are, lovelies!  For all your yandere headcanon needs!


Tier 1 Yanderes:  The “baby” or “accidental” yanderes.  They really don’t know what to do with themselves or how to talk to you, so they just end up coming off as kind of weird and needy.  They might even be a little bit intimidated by your charm and your friendliness.  They tend to follow you around secretly and/or spy on you, and you might find a couple of your things go missing, but overall, they’re pretty harmless.  

Threat level: Nonexistent, but still kind of creepy.

  • Swerve
  • Skids
  • Fort Max
  • Red Alert
  • Smokescreen
  • Chromedome
  • Rodimus
  • Ultra Magnus
  • Blades
  • The Vehicons 


Tier 2 Yanderes:  There’s usually an equal balance of power on both sides.  Maybe you two or already friends, or even dating.  They seem normal most of the time, but there are times when they can come off as slightly controlling or a little possessive.  If they see someone as a threat, they will retaliate in subtle (or sometimes not so subtle) ways.  They tend to be overly cuddly and handsy, but won’t push your boundaries too much. 

 Threat level: Safe, but everyone else had better watch their back.

  • Deathasaurus 
  • Prowl
  • Swindle
  • Tailgate
  • Cyclonus
  • Rewind
  • Brainstorm
  • Nautica 
  • Predaking
  • Chop Shop 
  • Chase
  • Heatwave
  • Blurr


Tier 3 Yanderes:  They’re bolder and far more cunning than the previous ones.  They feel no shame in spying on you or taking your things.  They spend hours cultivating plans to get their hands on you and get the others out of the picture.  They’ll use whatever tricks necessary to win you over, be it lying, manipulation, sabotage, or even in certain cases memory loss.  Anyone who gets in their way is quietly removed from the equation be it in a peaceful way or not.  Possible chance of getting kidnapped.  

Threat level:  Worrying, you won’t suffer any damage, but you better be looking for a way out.   

  • Rung
  • Nightbeat
  • Getaway
  • Perceptor
  • Drift
  • Ratchet
  • Optimus Prime
  • Blackarachnia 
  • Whirl


Tier 4 Yanderes:  These guys mean business.  They have no qualms about kidnapping you and keeping you as a hostage, or in some cases, a pet.  It varies from individual to individual, but you probably won’t suffer any physical damage, depending on how much they care for you (provided you don’t try to run away, that is).  There’s a lot of intimidation and power play involved and depending on the yandere in question, they might not take no for an answer when it comes to physical intimacy.

Threat level:  High!  You need to find a way to contact someone STAT!

  • Tarn
  • Pharma
  • Kaon
  • Megatron
  • Starscream
  • Soundwave
  • Shockwave
  • Knock Out
  • Lugnut
  • Blitzwing
  • Thunderhoof
  • Steeljaw
  • Fracture
  • Lockdown
  • Tyrest


Tier 5 Yanderes:  You’re fragged.  There’s no other way to put it.  These scary ass mofos don’t know the difference between love and obsession and actually get a kick out of watching you suffer.  If you’re lucky, they’ll kill you quickly after they’ve had their fun, if not…  Well, I hope you have a high tolerance for pain. 

Threat level:  Ultimate!!!  Only a miracle from Primus can save you now!

  • Overlord
  • Tarantulas 
  • Airachnid
  • Galvatron 
(I Said) Call Me Daddy

AN: I know, hella used name, but there is like no other name for is. XD Sorry. I hope you enjoy. X3 💋 (Sam is about 14 I think.)


It was a long day after a hunt, vamps, and Sam was dirty, bloody, and tired, and just wanted to shower. He and his big brother, Dean, got home and Sam went straight to the shower, not bothering to say anything to Dean. He turned the water on and waited until it got hot, then stripped and got in, under the warmth of the stream, sighing at the relieving feeling of the hot water warming up his cold skin. He let the water stream over his head, down his face, wetting his hair. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured some of the substance inside onto his hand, closing the bottle and placing it back into its place before putting his hands on top of his head, scrubbing the shampoo into his hair until it became all bubbly and sudsy.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

Sam jumped, almost tripping as he heard someone bang on the door. “Yeah?!” He called out, his voice cracking a bit from puberty.

“Hurry up! Gotta take a piss!” Dean called back.

“I just got in!”

“Well.. Just hurry up!” Sam rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and moved onto conditioner. He let it sit in his hair, not rinsing it out until the end of his shower, so it would soak into his hair more and make it softer. That was why Sam’s hair was always so soft. He took his time washing up and cleaning off all the blood and dirt. He wasn’t going to hurry up for Dean. Dean never did for him, so why should he?

When he was rubbing soap on his slightly hairy legs, he heard the bathroom door open and peeked out of the curtain to see Dean standing with his legs spread a bit in front of the toilet, which was right next to the shower. Dean started to undo his pants. “What the hell are you doing?” Sam said.

“Takin’ a piss. You were takin’ too long.. A little privacy, please?” Dean reciprocated.

Sam just rolled his eyes and pushed the curtain back. He looked down at his penis, then thought about Deans. He wondered how big it is. Is it bigger then Sam’s? Well, obviously, Dean was older and fully grown. But Sam couldn’t help but wonder how big it was. What it looked like. How good it would feel if it was ramming deep insid-Woah! No! He can’t think about that! Dean is his brother! It’s wrong!.. But.. Still.. What is his like..? Sam slowly and as quietly as he could, pulled the curtain back just a bit and peeked at Dean and HOLY FUCK! It was huge! He knew he shouldn’t stare, but DAMN! Dean finished his business and put himself away and Sam moved back behind the curtain. He looked down as he heard the door close and noticed his dick was hard. “Fuck.” He mumbled to himself. Sam was too tired to try and get rid of it, so he just hoped it would go away.

He rinsed his body and his hair and got out, wrapping his wet, naked body in a towel and grabbed his dirty clothes before walking out to grab some clean clothes and put his dirty ones in his duffle bag. He made sure to hold the towel a certain way around his waist so that Dean wouldn’t notice his raging hard-on. He put his dirty clothes in his duffle and-“Ah!” Sam yelled as Dean shoved him against the wall, his cheek and hard cock pressing against the wall. Dean pulled Sam’s arms up so that his hands were against the wall, nothing holding up his towel but the wall and his own body, but it began to droop, exposing some of his ass. “D-Dean?! What the hell?!”

“I saw you, Sammy..” he whispered into Sam’s ear, his breath hot against Sam’s cooling, wet skin, “Peaking at your big brother’s cock, huh?..”

“Wh-What are you talking about?” Sam stuttered. How could Dean have seen him? Why didn’t he say anything before? Dean grabbed Sam’s wrists in one hand and pulled his towel off, exposing his whole round, soft, beautiful, snow white ass to his big brother. “Dean!!” He shouted. He didn’t know why, but the only thing this was doing was making him even more hard and horny. Having Dean completely dominate him like this was the hottest thing he’s ever seen. But where did this all come from?

After Dean ripped off Sam’s towel, he pulled his hand back and smacked his little brother’s ass, hard, making Sam yell out a moan. “You like that, Sammy? You like being a naughty little boy, spying on your big brother?” He breathed against Sam’s neck before pressing wet kisses against his skin.

Sam bit his lip and tried to suppress a moan, making a small squeak noise in the back of his throat, causing Dean to chuckle. “You really do like it, don’t you, Baby Boy?” He grumbled as he slapped his hand down on Sam’s ass again.

“Ah! D-Dean! Wh-Why are you doing this?”

“What? You don’t like it?” Dean’s voice became a bit more concerned now.

“No.. I do.. It’s just.. Wh-Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Dean grinned and ran his hand over Sam’s smooth ass as he looked down at its roundness. “Because.. I saw you peakin’ and I knew that you felt the same way about me as I do about you..” Dean pressed small kisses to Sam’s shoulders, making him shiver. Sam pushed his butt out, into Dean’s hand, making him grin more as he gripped Sam’s ass cheek. “So you do want it, Sammy Boy?” He groaned.

“Y-Yes, Dean.” Sam whimpered, earning another smack to his ass, making him yell out in pleasure.

“Call me Daddy.” Dean grumbled into Sam’s ear.

“Y-Yes.. D-Daddy.” Sam whimpered out, wiggling his butt against Dean’s hand. Dean grabbed onto both of Sam’s wrists and pulled him over to the bed, bending him over the edge of it.

“You’re such a naughty boy, Sammy.. Y'need to be punished.” Dean pulled Sam’s arms back so they were behind his back and Dean grabbed both of Sam’s small wrists in one hand, soothing the other over Sam’s ass, making him whimper.

“Please, Dean.” He whined. Dean brought his hand down on Sam’s ass again, making his body jerk as he moaned.

“I said call me Daddy!” Dean yelled, spanking Sam’s ass once again.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m so sorry! Please, Daddy! Forgive me!” Sam wiggled under Dean, wanting more of Dean’s spankens.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut? You like it when Daddy spanks his Naughty Little Boy?” Dean grinned.

“Yes, Daddy. Please! I want more! I’m such a naughty boy! I need spankens!” Dean smacked his hand down on Sam’s ass repeatedly, making it turn bright red, the young boy yelling out with every slap. It started to hurt more than feel good and Sam wanted Dean to stop now. “Ow! Daddy! It hurts now! Please, stop now, Daddy!”

Dean rubbed his hand over Sam’s over stimulated skin, making him whimper and bite his lip. The older boy leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Sam’s red skin. “I’m sorry, Baby.” He smiled. He kissed at Sam’s skin before sucking on his fingers and trailing one finger between his cheeks and began teasing Sam’s hole.

“Oh.. P-Please, Daddy.. I want it..” The smaller boy whimpered as he pushed his hips back. Dean pressed his finger into Sam slowly, making him cringe in pain.

“Just relax, Baby.” Dean breathed as he smoothed his other hand over Sam’s ass. He felt Sam relax and pushed his finger in a bit more, groaning softly at how tight and warm his brother felt. “I bet you’ll feel so good wrapped around my cock.. God, I can’t wait.” He began slowly thrusting his finger in and out of his brother, loving the small noises emitting from him.

“More.. Please, Daddy, More!” The younger boy begged, pushing his hips back.

Dean gained a sinister smile at Sam’s eagerness. He loved the way Sam begged. “Beg for it, you naughty little cock-slut.” He added another finger, stretching his brother further.

“Oh god, Daddy. Please. Make me scream your name. Fuck me so hard, I can’t stand. Make me cum, Daddy. Make yourself feel good with my tight little virgin ass. Fuck me senseless. Fuck me ‘til I can’t feel my legs. Make me scream, Daddy! Make me scream! Oh, Daddy!” Sam whined, pushing his hips back on Dean’s fingers. “Oh, I need it, Daddy! I need it! Please!”

Dean added a third finger, “Be patient, Little Boy. You’re so tight.. You’re gonna need a lot of stretching to be able to fit Daddy inside you,” he groaned against Sam’s shoulder blade. Sam moaned loudly at the thought of Dean’s huge cock inside of him. Dean smiled against Sam’s skin, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little slut?” Sam wiggled his hips, fucking himself on Dean’s fingers.

“Dean. Please. I need your cock so bad!” He whined.

Dean gripped the back of Sam’s hair, pulling his head back and grumbling into his ear, “I said, Call me Daddy,” his breath hot against Sam’s ear.

“O-Okay, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me,” Sam whimpered, moving his hips back onto Dean’s fingers. Dean shoved his fingers deeper into Sam, making him call out in pleasure as Dean’s fingers brushed against Sam’s sweet spot. “Oh god, Daddy! What was that?! It felt so good!” Dean grinned, realizing Sam was an extra virgin, he hadn’t even fingered himself before. Oh, this is going to be funn.

“You’ve never even fingered yourself, Little Boy? Mmm.. I’m so glad I get to fuck your tight little virgin ass..” Dean groaned into the younger boy’s ear. Sam just bit his lip and whimpered, moving his hips back to get that feeling again. GOD, it felt so good. Dean put a fourth and final finger in, wiggling them to find his little brother’s prostate again.

“Oh god!! Right there!!” Sam moaned loudly, making the older boy grin widely as he thrust his fingers in and out out of his little brother quickly, extracting a loud stream of moans from him. “Oh god, Daddy! Oh! I’m gonna cum! Oh! God!” Dean slowed to a stop, preventing the long haired boy’s climax. “Oh. Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me, Please. Please, Daddy, Please!” He begged, wiggling his hips. Dean grinned and wiggled his fingers inside of Sam, making him whimper and wiggle.

“You like that, Baby? You like being Daddy’s little play toy?” Dean hummed into Sam’s ear, nibbling at his lobe.

“Yes, Daddy.. Daddy, I need it.. Please!” He wined. Dean smiled again and slid his fingers out, making Sam whimper at the absence. The older boy lifted Sam’s legs onto the bed, moving him so he was on his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, undoing his own pants and sliding them down his hips enough for his hard, long, thick cock to slide out. He gripped the base of his hard, leaking member and rubbed it against his brother’s ass.

“You want it, Sammy?” Dean cooed.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes, Daddy! Please!” Sam wiggled his hips as he felt a sensation of tingles roll through his body. Dean chuckled at Sam’s eagerness and slid his cock between his brother’s asscheeks and teased his hole with the tip of his cock, extracting delicious whimpers from his brother. Sam quickly pushed his hips back, causing Dean’s tip to slip inside him. “Oh! Yes!” He moaned.

“Oh my.. God,” Dean groaned before he pushed down on Sam’s back, making him move forward and his arms to move out from underneath him. “Naughty, Sammy!” Dean yelled, quickly shoving his fingers back inside his little brother, making him moan loudly.

“D-Daddy! Please!! Oh! I-I’m so sorry!! Oh god!” Sam whined. Dean continued trusting his fingers in and out of Sam quickly, making him shake and wiggle. It was torturously amazing for Sam. It felt so good, but he wanted Dean’s dick. He tried so hard to hold on, digging his fingers into the sheets, gripping tightly. “Daddy! Daddy! Please! I wanna feel you inside me, Daddy! Please!” Dean slowly pulled his fingers back out and Sam sighed a bit in relief. Dean positioned himself as Sam’s entrance again.

“You gonna be a good little boy this time, Sammy?” He huffed. Sam wiggled his hips and nodded, resisting his urge to shove his hips back. Dean slowly pushed in, just the tip entering again.

“Oh.. Daddy.. Please.. M-More..” Sam whimpered. Dean slowly pushed in, farther and farther. “G-God, Daddy.. You’re so big..” Sam moaned. Dean just chucked and shoved the rest of himself inside his baby brother, making him gasp. “Oh my god!! Daddy!” Dean’s eyes fluttered shut as he grinned.

“You like that, little boy? Like your big brother fillin’ you up?” Dean groaned. Sam nodded frantically, feeling a bulge in his belly. He grabbed Dean’s hand a pressed it to the bump. “God..” Dean groaned, pulling out of Sam a bit before pushing back in slowly, the lump growing again as Sam whimpered. Dean grinned and moved his hands back to Sam’s hips, pulling out slowly before pushing back in just a slow.

“Mmm.. Fast, Daddy. Please!” The young boy wiggled his hips, causing Dean to move around inside him. Dean gripped Sam’s hips tight and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside him, hard and deep, Sam calling out, “OH MY GOD!” Dean repeated his action over and over again, Sam moaning loudly as he did.

“God, Sammy! So fucking tight.. So good.. Oh my god!.. You like that, Sammy? You like havin’ your big brother fuck you hard? God! You feel so fuckin’ good..” Dean starts thrusting hard and faster, ramming into the small body in front of him, gripped his hips hard, pushing and pulling his body against his thrusts, going harder and deeper into Sam.

“Oh my god! Yes, Daddy! Oh my god! It feels so good!” Sam grips the sheets tighter, letting Dean move his body, Sam’s eyes shut tight.

“God, you’re such a good little cock-sock.. Such a dirty little slut.. Takin’ your brother’s cock deep in your tight little ass.. God, you feel good..” Dean tried to push deeper, getting stopped by Sam’s belly.

“Daddy’s so big! Feels so good! I love your cock, Daddy!” Dean let go of Sam’s hips and stopped thrusting, causing Sam to whine. “No! No, Daddy! Please! Why’d you stop?!”

“Fuck yourself on my cock. You said you love it so much. Fuck yourself on it.” Dean grinned down at Sam and Sam got back up on his hands, slowly moving forward, then pushing his hips back, moaning softly at the feeling. Dean’s eyes fluttered shut and he sighed in pleasure, a blissful smile creeping into his face, running his hand down to curve of Sam’s back while the other holds his hip, guiding him back and forth.

Sam’s thrusts back gradually became faster and faster, his speed moderate, but not as fast as little Sammy wished he could go. “Daddy.. Please! Oh! Please.. Mmmmmm!” Sam bit his lip for a moment before continuing to speak, “Please.. Oh god! Fuck me! You do it so well! I love it when you fuck me! Please! Fuck me!” The next phrase that slipped past his lips were Dean’s favorite sex words in the whole world, especially when they came from his brother’s mouth. “Fuck me, Daddy!” And Dean couldn’t control himself. He gripped Sam’s hips hard and pumped his hips harder and faster than before.

“God! Sammy, say it again. Say it again!” He moaned, his nails digging into Sam’s skin, making small crescent moons imprinted into his skin.

Sam lifted his head, moaning loudly, “Ahhhhhhh! God!! Fuck me!! Daddy!! Oooohhh!! Please, Don’t stop, Daddy!! Oh god, Fuck me!! Fuck me, Daddy, Fuck me!!” Sam’s arms went weak and his shoulders fell to the bed, his arms folded under him, his hands near his shoulders. The angle of his hip changed, causing Dean’s cock to jab into his prostate, repeatedly. “Oh my god! Right there! Dean! Dean! I can’t take it! You feel so good! It feels too good! Don’t stop, oh god, don’t EVER stop! Oh my god, Dean, yes!” Sam babbled on and on, moving his arms out from under him, reaching one hand to the back of his head, gripping and pulling at his own hair as he felt his climax nearing.

Dean felt Sam’s hole pulsing and he new Sam was close. “You like that, Sammy?.. God!.. Such a tight little hole.. Ahhh..” He groaned, reaching around to wrap his fingers around Sam’s leaking member. He didn’t even need to stroke him because his thrusts were moving Sam’s whole body, making the smaller boy practically thrust into his hand anyway.

Sam’s moans became louder, “Dean! Dean! Dean! Oh my god, Dean! I’m so close! Oh god!” And just before Sam was about to cum, Dean reached his other hand up to play with Sam’s nipple, making Sam’s head shoot up as he screamed and came hard, seeing stars as Dean fucked him through his orgasm. Once Sam was finished cumming, he dropped his head back down on the bed in exhaustion, making little whimpery sounds as Dean continued thrusting into him.

“Just a little longer, Sammy.” Dean grumbled as he felt himself getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came deep inside Sam’s ass, moaning his name. Sam gasped and shivered at the feeling of Dean coming inside him. He loved how slippery it felt.

Once Dean was finished riding. Out his orgasm, he slowly pulled out and let his cum drip out of Sam’s hole and down his thighs, and he smiled before falling onto his back on the bed, next to Sam. Sam was making quieter whimper sounds now and his eyes were softly shut, his turned towards Dean, who looked over at smiled at his little brother. “It wasn’t THAT good..” Dean said. Sam opened his eyes to look at Dean, then made a small moan and fluttered his eyes shut again. Dean just chucked breathlessly.

Dean caught his breath and went into the bathroom, stripping the read of the way as he went (he didn’t like the feeling of his sweaty clothes), getting a damp washcloth to clean Sam up with. After wiping the younger boy down, Dean got on his knees so his face was level with Sam’s ass. “What are you doing?” The long haired boy mumbled.

“Just admiring your beautiful ass.” Dean replied, feeling Sam’s asscheeks before kissing at them, making Sam hum contently. Dean smile, standing up and running his hands down the curve of the small boys back. “You’re just so beautiful, Sammy.. I wanna touch you all over.” He kissed into Sam’s back as he felt up and down his sides. The younger boy smiled.

“I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too, Sammy.”

“Now com'ere.” He mumbled, turning around and holding his arms open for Dean.

“Are you serious?” Dean said, trying to keep his though guy act up.

Sam looked at Dean, unamused. “Com'ere.” He demanded.

Dean sigh. “Fine.” And laid on top of Sam, tangling their legs together. “Are you sure I’m not crushing you?” Sam nodded and kissed the tip of Dean’s nose.

“I love you so much, Dee.”

“I love you so much, too, Sammy.” They whispered to each other as they looked into each others eyes before Dean nuzzled his head in Sam’s neck and they drifted to sleep.

Canon Queer Fiction Part 3/4 (Updated 4/4/2017)

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11) Beauty and the Beast: Noooooo oneeee’s hot like Gaston, a big shot like Gaston, no one makes men  question their sexual thoughts like Gaston.

Its basically the same story you remember from the animated Disney movie, but now LeFou’s crush on Gaston is overt. And he dances with a boy at Belle and Adam’s wedding. I’d like to take a break from my usual nonsense and have moment of sincerity: I never thought I’d live to see the day that Disney had an openly gay character.  EAT YOUR HEART OUT HOMOPHOBES.

Anyway, LeFou was honestly my favorite part of this movie. Not just because he’s openly gay, but because he’s really charasmatic and funny. In an interesting change from the original movie, LeFou starts to question Gaston’s actions towards the end of the movie and, well, I let you see the rest for yourself.

  • Pros: Funny, enjoyable, guy; and, I believe, the first openly gay character in a Disney movie!
  • Cons: he’s not a main character, so the story doesn’t really focus on him.

12) Skam: Evan and Isak, minute by minute.

Originally posted by zukoshair

Skam is a Norwegian drama about a bunch of high schoolers. In season 3, it gets a gay couple, Isak and Evan. Don’t skip the first two seasons though. 1) They’re very good, and 2) if you don’t watch them you won’t know what’s going on. 

Pros: Skam is a very well written show with interesting characters. Evan and Isak’s relationship is so … so … 

Originally posted by loveis-youme-real

Their story arc is so sweet, and funny, and moving. I watched it and had to cling to my friend’s shoulder for dear life the entire time because its so romantic I couldn’t support myself. You’re going to cry, but I promise you, you’re going to cry tears of joy. It will cleanse your soul. It will make you think that maybe, just maybe, life can be good and beautiful. 

Cons: No. 

13) The Lover: Boy teases the everloving out of his room mate. Hilarity ensues.

Originally posted by 24k

The Lover is a K-Drama about unmarried couples who are living together. Unmarried couples, and Takuya and Joon Jae. Joon Jae is a misanthrope who advertises for a foreign room mate so that they won’t speak Korean and he won’t have to talk to them. What gets is Takuya, a Japanese guy who is traveling the world. Takuya is determined to get Joon Jae to come out of his shell. 

  • Pros: Its fucking hilarious. Takuya is the biggest tease on the face of the planet. He does something provocative, and Joon Jae just looks up at the sky like “Lord why are you testing me?” The show itself also represents a big step forward for Korea, where couples living together out of wedlock and homosexuality are somewhat taboo. 
  • Cons: They are one of several couples, so the show doesn’t focus entirely on them. 

14) Skyfall:  I  GET A LITTLE BIT GENGHIS KHAN —— DON’T WANT YOU TO GET IT ON WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT M E  (oo-oo-oo) WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT MEE-E-E-E

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@c9-smoothie this one is for you fam. 

Its James Bond baby, spy Shenanigans are happening, as per usual. Baddie of the moment Raoul Silva kidnaps 007 and ties him to a chair. So we’re off to an excellent start, and THEN Silva pops a button on Bond’s shirt and slowly pushes the fabric aside, running his fingers over the scar tissue and groaning sympathetically. “See what [M]’s done to you?” he says.

 “Well,” says Bond, deadpan and unruffled, “she never tied me to a chair.”

 “Her loss.” says Silva blithely, running his fingers across bond’s exposed chest appreciatively. 

“Are you sure this is about M?” Bond asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in an almost imperceptible smirk. 

“Its about her,” Silva says, “and you, and me.”

“You see, we are the last two rats. We can eat each other, hmm?” smiling tightly, “or eat everyone else.” he says, running his hand up Bond’s clavicle and under his chin.

 “How you’re trying to remember your training now.” Silva says, his smile morphing into an open mouthed grin as he rubs his thumb over Bond’s throat, “What’s the regulation to cover this?”

“Well,” Silva purrs, running his hands down Bond’s spread thighs, “first time for everything, yes?”

Now it is Bond’s turn to smile. 

What makes you think this is my first time?”

  • Pros: TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?
  • Cons: Its only one scene, but to be honest that alone is worth the price of admission. I’m not a James Bond fan at all, but this? This is art. 

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Coming attractions I’m adding on mobile like haaa: Murdoch mysteries.

Do you ever think about how much of a good thing it is that Kara’s pod got knocked off course like in retrospect because kara would have landed in the 80’s, the height of the cold war and she would have been a 13 year old child with a baby who no one knew like it’s one thing for a baby to show up with no parents a)they can’t talk and b)everyone would just assume a pregnant teenager abandoned him or something and that’s why they also don’t have any documentation on them, but a young girl? Without any idea of what’s going on, or technology of the time, or knowledge about anything really? This would be a Kara without Alex or Eliza or Jeremiah to smooth the way and help her out, and figure out her powers and then there’s the added bonus that if she stayed in the country at all, because Kara would probably be under so much suspicion as a spy for the Soviet Union who knows what the hell would have happened, she’d probably be in foster care and just 13 year old should not be the primary caregiver of a baby that’s just fucked up I wouldn’t trust a 13 year old with a goldfish you want to give one a baby @alura you more than fucked up a little

The Disagreement

The Holmes’ life was never truly ‘pleasant’, but you and your husband, Sherlock, absolutely loved it. From murderers to terrorists, to even consulting criminals, it housed it all. Except for one thing you so desperately wanted. A child. Ever since you were about six, despite having previously sworn off sentiment and having absolutely no friends or social skills, you knew you would manage to have a baby somehow. That was the reason for today’s (actually, your second ever) fight with Sherlock. After three years together, taking him as your husband, and many promises of these sort of things, you finally were at the end of your rope.
“Children ruin things, y/n! Why on earth would you want one?!” Sherlock rarely shouted, especially at you, but he believed this was getting nuts.
“Because Sherlock! I want a child, I’ve always wanted one, and you knew that perfectly well, too!” Usually when people began screeching, you slinked away. Yelling was one of those things that flashed you back to your life before turning 18. You didn’t have ‘Sunday dinners’, you had Sunday beatings. You went to church every Sunday, your mother harshly dragging you up the steeple steps, your father threatening with all the things he’d do to you when you got home. And those were only the things he’d do with your mother around. Eventually, screaming became a sign of a whooping coming, a warning you never let go of. But tonight was different. Tonight you were screaming as well.
“WE ARE NOT HAVING A CHILD, AND THAT IS THAT!” We? He said we… A sly, sickening grin spread across your face. We meant not you and Sherlock. Sherlock didn’t own you. He couldn’t control if you had a child with someone else.
“Alright,” you said in a calmly manner, which both shocked and terrified him, “we won’t have a child, Sherlock.” He nodded softly with your words, head bobbing on each given syllable, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“Good. Glad that’s finally decided.” He chose each word carefully. Plucking every needed word to convey what he meant.
“Me, too. Well then, I should be off.” You scooped up your purse as Sherlock’s eyes widened to the size of baseballs. You draped your f/c trench coat over your arm.
“And where do you think you’re going at this hour?” He snapped, unable to deduce the situation. He was clever, but you both knew you could beat him at chess any day. In simple terms; You were much smarter.
“To have a baby, of course.” You stated simply without turning to face him.
“I think you’re missing something for that to happen.” He said a little too proudly. Yes, you definitely were, that’s why you needed to get going.
“Currently? Yes, I am. But I should be able to make it to James’ house before nine.” All of Sherlock’s confidence fell. Moriarty had been his enemy for along time. Usually over a battle of wits, but that changed when the world’s best spy (you) came along.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Okay, so he wasn’t just upset, he was pissed.
“Nothing at all. If you won’t give me a baby, then I’ll find someone who will. Jim is a more than reliable donor; handsome, smart, and willing. What else do I need?” You went to turn the knob, only cracking the door before Sherlock slammed his hand on it to keep it shut.
“How about, NOT A PSYCHOPATH?!” You glared at Sherlock, and he did the same back. This is what everyone feared. Some swore you two glaring at each other would be WW III.
“Well, I would’ve had a sociopath, but he’s too involved with himself to have a child. Too involved to sleep with his own bloody wife.” You snapped coldly back, taking Sherlock further aback. So maybe this wasn’t the first thing that you were upset about. When it was clear you were going nowhere soon, you spun on your heal, and headed back to the shared bedroom. Part of your thoughts raced to the consulting criminal, and how he would’ve gladly just said yes. The other part believed maybe you were too hard on Sherl. The door creaked open, and you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand. A full hour had passed, and Sherlock seemed almost as beaten up about the whole thing as you.
“Listen love, I know you want a child. I know that it means the world to you. But… Damn this is hard to say aloud… But I don’t want to lose you.” He seemed to be choking on tears as he shut the door behind him. He crawled onto the mattress with you, arms carefully encircling your smaller figure.
“Why would you lose me Sherlock?” This was starting to concern you. It was greatly unlike him to show any emotion, whatsoever. Now, suddenly, he was tearing up, acting torn apart, and engaging in more physical contact than you thought he was capable of.
“Because, I don’t know (and I really don’t like not knowing), the baby would take up all your time. All your attention would belong to it.” A tear came to your eye at the moment, realizing how much you meant to him was a beautiful thing.
“Sherlock, this isn’t like with John. You’d be helping raise this child, and yes, you’d have to share my attention, but trust me, you won’t even notice.” You could feel his weak smile, and knew he was going to say something quite suggestive.
“Want to test that theory?”

Bruises, part 3 : Her bruises and cuts confuse my mind it seems she has left herself behind

Word count : 1101

Author note : Here is it part 3, hope you’ll enjoy and that you appreciate that story. As always feedback is appreciated as usual. Tag list is at the end and is still close till March 21st. Domestic violence is not normal, don’t let that happen even once because it’ll happen again, run away or go to the police or call special numbers for domestic violence.

Warnings : Physical and mental domestic violence, mentions of injuries.

Song of the title : My Little Sister, Cornholio (didn’t found a link for that song, so if someone knows that song, I’d like to have link but I found that the lyrics fit with that part)

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I really like the fact that Rhys sees Zer0 as so cool and smooth, but I like to think that they just seem that way to the untrained eye. and on the inside they are as much of a love-struck dork as Rhys. one of my favorite ideas to play with is of Zer0 being the awkward alien that they are, and getting by out of sheer determination and a little help from their friends. 

Or the one where Zer0 doesn’t know how to talk to Rhys so they stalks him a little instead.

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Fic 456: Baby Makes Three

I had a request for some Dad!Spy with Baby!Scout and StepDad!Sniper. By the end, StepDad!Sniper had turned into awkward kinda BF!Sniper, but hey, every relationship has to start someplace, right?


The night air was cool with the first hints of winter. Leaves, dry and brittle, rustled in the breeze as they spun in a small flurry around the wheels of the truck. The bright reds, yellows, and oranges that the hordes of tourists had enjoyed for the last few weeks had faded into brown, even as a few hardy survivors still fiercely clung to the spidery branches that reached into the sky. It was a far cry from Australia, but all in all it didn’t bother Sniper that much. He just pulled his woodsman’s cap down a little more and was thankful for the sheepskin lining against his ears.

Turning his attention back to the view in front of him, he could see the lights of Boston out in the distance shining brightly against the black void of the Atlantic behind them. He hadn’t cared for the city. But then again, he never really cared for any city, so why should this one be any different? There were too many people, too many cars, and too much noise. He much prefered his perch outside the city lines.

As he sat there he could feel the camper gently swaying beneath him. Indistinct words reached his ears, but knowing the man inside, they were probably French. They were interrupted a moment later by a muffled cry and Sniper sighed.

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The Fellowship's Hogwarts Houses

[I’m going to make this a separate post I’m on an old version of the app that’s not letting me reblog asks]

[Someone’s been flicking through our blogs… forgive me if this becomes a super long post discussing personalities and events possibly with direct quotes that last forever and whatnot ��]

Frodo: Ravenclaw. He literally never stops asking questions. The entire time. Questions. At one point, he asks Gandalf, “What news of the outside world? Tell me everything.” And Gandalf’s response is, “Everything? You are far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural.” At the start of the series, he’s shown to be a great deal like Bilbo, in that he is always reading. Frodo is forever thinking, which can confuse Pippin a little, “And now leave me in peace for a bit! I do not want to answer a string of questions while I am eating! I want to think!” His curiosity does not end once the Ring begins to corrupt him, but he does become more understanding. When Gollum tries to steal the ring, and Frodo is advised against trusting him by Sam, Frodo is very reliant on his own intellect, almost to a fault. While his judge of character in the past may have been pretty good (such as with Boromir, “I know what you would say, and it would seem like wisdom, but for the warning in my heart”), it isn’t always as perfect as he may think, such as when he offers the Ring to Galadriel. But still he relies on it, and values it above all else. I think he’s definitely a Ravenclaw.

Samwise (may I just say I hate his name because it literally means halfwit and he’s anything but): Hufflepuff. “Don’t leave me here alone. It’s your Sam calling. Don’t go where I can’t follow.” If Sam isn’t the epitome of undying loyalty, I don’t know what is. His pure faith and trust in Frodo is undiminishing. He’s loyal to a fault, and he knows full well that this endeavour could easily get him killed, “If you don’t come back, sir, then I shan’t, that’s certain,” and still he chooses to stay by Frodo. When Frodo tries to leave the Fellowship, Sam knows exactly what Frodo’s doing, chases after him, and wades into deep waters even though he knows he can’t swim, trusting Frodo with his life. If Sam isn’t Hufflepuff, then I don’t know who is.

Meriadoc & Peregrine (same sorting): Gryfferin. These little shits (and I say it in the most affectionate way possible) are both incredibly brave and chivalrous and still cunning as characters can get. Remember at the start of The Fellowship of the Ring when Frodo’s being an angsty baby and they’re just, “something’s up” and literally get Sam (Sam being… not worried… concerned (sorry not sorry for the Night Vale reference) about Frodo) to spy on Frodo for them so they can figure it out and when they do they’re not even afraid they’re just, “hey we’re coming too” and they completely ignore everything Frodo (angsty Frodo) is saying about certain death and whatnot. And then they completely defy the rules about the “secret” meeting (they figured Frodo was up to something yet again) and spy anyway and just burst out out of the bushes the second they know they’re going to Mordor and oml they display both the traits of Slytherin and Gryffindor. Fight me on this.

Legolas*: Slytherdor. This little shit (and I’ve done it again) is literally one of the most resourceful characters. He pulls the orc arrows from literally everywhere (probably Boromir’s dead body too fight me) even though they’re not so great and fixes them up and reuses them literally every time he runs out of arrows and all the time he’s making no big deal about it. Like a Slytherin, his loyalty does not extend to literally everyone the way a Hufflepuff’s does, and, once his loyalty’s earnt (see Frodo being brave enough to take the Rings to Mordor even when everyone bigger and stronger than him is fighting over that responsibility, admiration for Sam’s undying loyalty, the pure cunning and positivity of Merry and Pippin, Gimli being kind and brave and then being accepted by Galadriel with the strand of hair thing, also Gimli surviving Helm’s Deep and beating him in death count (Legolas accepts this entirely in the books because he’s so glad to see Gimli alive), Aragorn’s heritage and bravery and leadership, I could go on) being so completely loyal he’d kill anyone who harmed them with zero hesitation possibly even if it wasn’t an enemy (see Éomer). He’s also really super brave (fight me) and he values this to no end. Legolas is definitely Slytherdor.

Gimli: Gryffinpuff. “Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.” He’s incredibly brave and fiercely loyal to the just cause. Galadriel and Legolas both trust him. Two elves. Elves hate dwarves and dwarves hate them in turn but here we see Gimli defying those roles because he believes it is what is right. Isn’t that terribly Gryffinpuff?

Aragorn: Gryffindor.First off, if there’s anything he’s not, it’s Slytherin. He could so easily have gained so much power (kingship and the Ring) and yet he turned it down without a second thought (granted he wound up being King anyway) despite him being resourceful (being a ranger and all). He’s not Hufflepuff, either. His loyalty is something to be earnt. Perhaps he’s not Ravenclaw either, simply because he is primarily brave, chivalrous, and just and those are hid defining traits and those are what make him a great leader and eventually a great king. Nothing he does makes me doubt for a second he’s anything but Gryffindor.

Boromir: Gryfferin. “Warning? Against what? We are all afraid, Frodo. But to let that fear drive us to destroy what hope we have… don’t you see? That is madness!” I think Boromir is, like Merry and Pippin, Gryfferin. Primarily, he’s clearly Gryffindor, though his type of bravery and justice is different to his brother’s. His sense of bravery is that of the one wielding the power, and the ambition to come into power is a Slytherin trait. His leadership is Gryffindor in that he feels it his duty to defend his people and he feels the best way to do that is with power, and therefore with the Ring. And he’s prepared to sacrifice anything for it (dramatic music plays).

Gandalf: Gryffinclaw. His logic is unparalleled and he only ever uses it for just causes. Better than most Gryffindors is his understanding of justice and what is right and we see this when he explains to Frodo why Bilbo’s decision to spare Gollum’s life was a good one, “ Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo’s hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.” He sacrifices himself to save the Fellowship, the one power doing anything at that time to stop Sauron, in the hope that maybe, just maybe, they could make it. That’s a very Gryffindor thing to do.

This turned out to be a 1226 word essay. Sorry.

~ Tara (Slytherin)

* Legolas’ house may be slightly biased I love him.

Pennywise and Beetlejuice Being friends would include:

•Fist fights over missing makeup. “Woah, I’m telling you now partner. Someone took my face paint, without it then my face looks like this” Penny would cringe as his face would open up, snakes, death and all things disgusting would rattle from his skin. “I honestly don’t know what’s happened to it, I promise” Penny would ask with a smile as he slid a small tin of white face scream into his back pocket.

•They’d argue about Friday night plans. “I wanna visit the Satan house, you’ll like it. Sure they’re are some devil clown girls for you” Pennywise would grumble, “can’t we kill some kids?” Beetlejuice would go all bandy legged and fall to the fake cemetery floor in an attic with a gasp. “All you wanna do is kill kids, man you aren’t human anymore” Pennywise would watch him crawl about the floor. “But am not human” he would offer as an excuse. “Neither am I But I don’t kill kids” “no, you just force them into marrying you” beetle would look at the shit eating smile on penny’s face. “You’re right pennysack”

•Bullying. “Who are all the pies made outta flies, ITS PENNYWISE PENNYWISE” beetle would sing loudly sitting on an unpainted headstone. “Who.. ate, no! Beetlejuice repels, no. BEETLEJUICE smells of dead toe nails” Penny would smile as his little singsong rhymed. Beetle lifted his armpit and smelled, “You’re right”

•Spying on the devil whore ladies: “oh yeaaaaah, oh yeah. Twist on those horns baby” Beetlejuice shook his hips, spying on the woman with a pair of binoculars made out of toilet roll holders. “This is so disgusting” Pennywise would moan, he wasn’t obsessed with anything unlike beetle. “Hey, there’s some demon kids playing in the garden” Penny would snatch the cardboard binoculars off him so far to see.

•Napping: Beetle would be the first to climb into the coffin, getting himself comfortable before inviting Pennywise down. “This is weird” he’d say from 4ft above beetle. “Hey, when your in hell.. they don’t hand out pillows so get in poofy the clown” Pennywise would climb in, they’d wake up weeks later, still together. Beetle would use on of penny’s arms as a pillow, as Penny would do the same. They free arms would cover each other, not like a hug but as a blanket. “That was a great name” Penny would yawn, showing his teeth. “It really was” Beetle would answer back taking a look at his friends weird mouth like he had woken from a bad hangover. “Uh, That shits disgusting. And I fuck plastic corpses”

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Originally posted by thegirlfromrioblog

the road trip series - chapter 2

so this took a little longer to write than i would have originally liked, but what can i say? i’m a student, i have deadlines. anyway, here’s chapter 2 of the road trip series! reviews and criticism are always appreciated :)

i’d like to credit @captainlittlegrasshopper for nino’s playlist in this chapter (which you can listen to here)

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chapter two

“This is the Worst. Trip. Ever.” Alya folds her arms and sinks even lower into her seat, propping her feet up on the dashboard as she does so. They’ve been stuck in traffic for around two hours now and she’s willing to bet that they’ve moved about three feet at most.

“Hey, hey, hey! Feet off the dash, Al!” Nino exclaims a little too loudly. “I had the car cleaned last week, there’s no way I’m paying for another clean this week!”

“Calm down, Lahiffe. They’re just socks, they’re not gonna leave footprints or marks or anything.” Alya brushes him off and grabs her phone. She might as well scroll through Instagram for the dozenth time, even if it ends up being the same posts that she scrolled through not even twenty minutes ago.

As expected, nothing new has happened since she last checked. She scrolls through the same pictures of Chloé’s sushi (artfully taken by Sabrina, of course), Rose and Juleka in Amsterdam, Nathaniel’s latest half-completed painting for his upcoming gallery show. Everyone is doing awesome things (apart from Chloé because, in Alya’s opinion, there is nothing particularly interesting about raw fish) and Alya is stuck in traffic. She’s about to check Snapchat when Adrien suggests that they play ‘I Spy’.

“Not that I have anything against ‘I Spy’, but we’re not seven, Adrien.” Alya glances at him in the rear-view mirror and it takes all her willpower to look away because he’s making that face. That face is the face he pulls whenever he really wants someone to agree with him and it’s so, so much more powerful than his pouty face. His eyes widen and this childlike grin splits across his face and he looks so much like a stupid baby kitten that Alya just wants to squish him and boop his nose.

Damn her maternal instincts.

“Please, Alya? Pretty pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry on top?”

She resists pointing out that she actually hates cherries and, against her better judgement, agrees. “Fine. We’ll play ‘I Spy’. But be warned, Agreste. I will end you.” If she’s gonna play, she’s gonna play right.

Adrien does a little happy dance before declaring that he’ll go first. “I Spy with my little eye…something beginning with…T?”

“Really, Agreste? T?” Alya throws him a disbelieving look over her shoulder. “It’s a tree. You can see trees.” She facepalms as he nods sheepishly. “Look, Adrien. I know you didn’t really play this game that much as a kid, but come on! You gotta be more original and inventive than that.”

Adrien huffs and has a quiet strop while Alya begins her turn.

“…something beginning with…S.”

Adrien looks around. “Sky?” Alya shakes her head. “Seat?” Alya shakes her head again. This is turning out to be a lot more difficult than Adrien anticipated. Whenever he had played with Chloé when they were kids she’d always use the same thing: M for ‘Me’! I’m the only thing worth looking at around here, Adrikins.

After fifteen minutes, Alya’s already shot down ‘seatbelt’, ‘steering wheel’, and ‘stereo’ and at this point Adrien is losing the will to continue. On the plus side, traffic has started moving so he’ll try to focus on the positives.

“Signpost?”

“Nope.” Alya responds, popping the ‘p’ smugly. Adrien scowls as she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Scarecrow?”

“Sun?” Marinette has woken up from her nap at this point. Adrien glances at her and chuckles at the indent on her cheek from the door. She’s completely oblivious to this, however, as she rubs her bleary eyes and stretches her arms out, yawning languidly and almost whacking Adrien in the face as she does so.

“You guys are the absolute worst at this, how have you not guessed –”

“Socks.” Nino cuts Alya off mid-sentence, smirking at her as he watches all previous satisfaction drain from her face. He shoots her a wink and she squeaks in indignation.

“How –”

“Psychic, babe. C’mon, you know this already, Al.” He watches with a sly grin as Alya huffs and crosses her arms, muttering about how her stupid boyfriend is an idiot and never lets me win anything I should just break up with him now.

“You know you love me, Al. You’re contractually obligated to love me forever and ever and ever.”

“And I regret that decision more and more each day.”

“Liar.” Nino leans over and kisses Alya’s cheek, smiling widely as her cheeks flush slightly.

Adrien shakes his head fondly at his two idiot friends in the front seats. They’re good for each other, no matter how much they annoy each other, and they fit together so well in a way that Adrien has never really seen before. Healthy relationships haven’t exactly been a big part of his life and watching Nino and Alya together gives him just the slightest sliver of hope that maybe, one day, he’ll have something just as special. If his eyes happen to flick towards Marinette for even just a couple of seconds, Adrien doesn’t dwell on it.

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thehatmeister  asked:

If you're still taking music prompts, may I suggest "The Best of Me" by Sum 41 and jyn/cassian?

This is the second part of my Cassian/Jyn duology, telling the same event through both sides. The Cassian story can be found here.

You Would Have the Best of Me

Jyn slid down in her seat and whispered, “Damn, shit, kriff, motherfucker!”

Her fellow Pathfinder sat down next to her. “From your filthy monologue, I’m guessing that beard burn isn’t from Cassian Andor.”

Jyn touched her neck, which stung. How bad was it? It wasn’t like she’d checked the mirror or anything this morning. She’d scrambled around for her clothes, finding them by touch, in the dark. “No, it is.”

Trina arched a brow. “Well, if you succeeded in climbing on top of Andor like you’ve been gagging to do for the past nine months, what’s the problem?”

“That’s all we did,” Jyn sighed.

“Again. What’s the problem?”

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Masterlist

Okay hi, guys, this is my Fic masterlist. If a link doesn't work just tell me so I can fix it.  VIDEOS

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Imagines/Fanfics

Scott McCall

Pregame Jitters  pt 2

Mine

Tyler Posey

Concerts

Stiles Stilinski

Teasing  pt 2

Alone   pt 2

So close yet so far

Fall Snuggles 

The First Time

Sinking

My Girl

Wicked

Elevators and Insults

Bravado

All chapters


Ice Ice Baby |Au hockey fic|

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three


The Sheriff’s Son |collab series with @daddyobrienx |

Synopsis

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Dylan O’Brien 

Just a bit of kissing

Just a little spill   Pt 2

Daddy Dylan

Lost Dog

Santa Baby

Blacklist  |Spy Au|

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Phase One

Phase Two

Phase Three

Phase Four

Phase Five

Phase Six